0 comments/ 72549 views/ 2 favorites A Yearning By: Mrbig My husband Mike and I had always had a great sex life. We have been married for 6 years now and a week had not gone past where we didn't end up making love. Lately; however, I was finding it difficult to reach an orgasm and started faking them. After sex Mike would gasp " that was great Allison" and I would agree to keep him happy. It was getting to the stage where I was quite frustrated. With this frustration I found myself having erotic dreams. These dreams always had the same man but it was not Mike. The guy was a one night stand I had before meeting Mike. John was a policeman I had met after being involved in a minor traffic accident. We exchanged numbers and dated later that week.. John seemed like a nice guy and after an enjoyable meal we went back to his place. On arrival the mood quickly changed. John led me straight to the bedroom where we quickly undressed each other down to our underwear. John was staring at my pert 36 C tits and I was in shock. My eyes had wandered down from his eyes to his muscular body and finished on his boxer shorts. Protruding from the fly of his shorts was the largest, thickest cock I had ever seen. I had seen some John Holme's pics and this was as big if not bigger than his. I began to worry if it would fit in my pussy. John was stroking it with a big grin on his face. He must have had similar reactions to mine. He didn't waste any time. "Lie down Allison, you're going to enjoy this. I did as I was asked. I could feel my recently shaved pussy getting swollen. John directed his massive dick to my face and I opened my mouth. I was lucky to get the head of his cock in but John edged slowly closer until I was halfway down his shaft. "That's not bad Al. Most women don't go anywhere near as deep, he groaned." At the same time John's fingers had found my soaking pussy and were busy at work. My nipples were pointing out like darts and I was on the verge of cumming. At that moment John sat up and positioned his cock at the entrance to my cunt. I was scared and horny at the same time. He slowly pushed the head of his cock in and we both gasped in unison. I could then feel him slowly slide that monster all the way in as he sucked on my nipples. I had never felt such sensations. It was pleasure and pain all in one and I quickly orgasmed. After 5 minutes of pounding my pussy I could feel his dick growing even bigger. Just as I was about to cum again, John pulled out and shot streams of cum that hit me in the face and over my tits. " That was great,” he said and rolled over and fell asleep. I ended up masturbating to cum again but it wasn't the same as having that gorgeous cock in me. The next day John didn't want to know me and I realized I was just a fling. Which brings me back to my dream. In my dream I am fucking John again only this time I get to cum a second time. This was getting frustrating as I was not cumming in real life. I eventually spoke to Mike and asked if we could spice up our sex life with a vibrator. He was happy to oblige and I came home the next day with a present from the local sex shop. It was a realistic vibrating cock. "What do you think?” I asked. "Isn’t it too big?” he replied. The vibrator I had bought was called 'Kong' and was 9 inches long and twice as thick as my husband's cock. "It was the only one they had in stock,” I lied. "Well we will just have to use it on your clit , I don't want to hurt you putting that monster in your pussy,” he said unknowingly. I was sure that by the end of our lovemaking that vibrator was going to be all the way in my cunt and nothing or no-one was going to stop me. To Be Continued… A Yearning i am ignorant thus far, just a middle-aged girl who always tried to be good. But it's getting late, and i am curious. Something is missing, something is wrong. i've always been independent and even a little bitchy when necessary, but i'm tired. i yearn for release from my ignorance. Lately i dream i am awakened by a hot stream of pee. i can't escape it; i'm tethered to my bed, honored to be annointed by my Master. As it arcs on my stomach, i can't help but piss myself, and my Master laughs. He unties me and He warns me to clean up; breakfast is in five minutes. i gather up the soiled sheet and shove it in the washer---no time now to spare. i shower quickly, washing my short blond hair, slathering on fragrant body lotion, leaving lipstick for later. He already waits for me on his bed, hard and ready. i am on my knees before him, gratefully taking him in my mouth. His eyes close and i run my tongue the length of his shaft, enjoying the cold metal of his PA, the mysterious swirls of ink decorating his manhood, toying with the other jewels and rings on his balls. He grunts in pleasure holding my head to him, stiffening and jerking inside me, spilling himself endlessly down my throat. my breakfast is delicious. He has put me on a special diet during my training, and later he will lace me into a tight corset. It is the only garment he permits me to wear right now. i hope the FedEx man doesn't come calling until my training period is over, although my Master says i should be proud to expose myself and my submission. Sated, i fix him breakfast now, just coffee and toast. He's put on his pants, but several tattoos cover the expanse of his tanned flesh. He has promised me, if i am good and worthy of keeping, that he will choose his own design to mark me with. He will not tell me where, he teases, as he rubs my clit, but i will be happy with whatever he decides. i have no piercings except for my ears, and i stopped wearing earrings long ago. But his fascinate me. Perhaps if he commits to me he will bless me with nipple rings, maybe even a VH piercing. a girl can hope. If he can bear the pain, he can teach me to. He leaves for work after lacing me unmercifully in a black boned corset. my breasts spill over the lacy edge. There's a list of jobs for me to complete on the fridge, nothing too onerous. W/we're both pretty neat, except when we're pissing together. i start a load of laundry, dust, vacuum, do all the other boring things an ordinary housewife might do, but i am not ordinary. i am a slave in training, and it's time for my course work. i log on to the sites my Master belongs to, and i read stories, look at pictures, dream. i long to touch myself, but that is forbidden to me. i am so wet, though. i've seen an interesting position to try, but it's not my place to make a suggestion. Perhaps if i print it out and leave it conspicuously on the computer desk, He'll take the hint. i grin to myself. If He doesn't approve, i might find myself punished. That has been the hardest thing, the spanking. i'm not really a pain slut. i count on my Master to teach me to love it. i know it is the one barrier that remains. i have given myself totally to him in all other ways, and it has been such a relief. i'd always heard "Let go, let God" and my relationship with my Master is similar, although i won't be blasphemous and say He's God. He'd probably say he was a bit of a devil anyway. It's time for my lunch, just a small container of yogurt. i'm hungry, it's true, but my Master's desires are more important. i want Him to be proud of me. i spend the rest of the afternoon reading and grooming. i unhook my corset from the front and i take a long bath, shaving every bit of pussy stubble off. i feel like i'm ten years old again, but it is a condition of my servitude. i file down my finger- and toenails, painting each nail with blood red varnish. i take time with my make-up, not too much. Fortunately, i'm not wrinkled at all. my lips are full, without resorting to collagen, and my Master says he loves to see them wrapped around his prick as i go down on him. i have long lashes and brown eyes, and i put on waterproof mascara and liner. i never know whether my Master might cum on my face or not. i make a big salad with sliced chicken and cheese, and home-made dressing. my Master will feed me as i wait patiently on my knees. It's almost time. i assume the position, my ass high, on the floor by the door. Every inch of me smells good, and i am wet already thinking about my Master's dick up my ass. He'll take me from behind and rub my clit until i scream. i smile to myself in anticipation. He's home. He looks tired when he permits me to raise my head, and asks for a drink. i fix a vodka tonic with a thin slice of lemon just as he likes it, crushed ice, not cubes. While i go into the kitchen to bring out the food, he goes into his office to check his e-mail. "What's this?" he asks, holding the picture of a young girl, bound with elaborate silken ropes, her mouth ball-gagged. "i thought it looked like fun," i say, a smile wavering on my face. He is not pleased, i can tell. "slut, I did not ask for your opinion. Have you forgotten who your Master is and what your role is?" "No, sir." i lick my lips nervously. "Do you wish to eat now?" He only nods. i serve him and sit quietly. Eventually he remembers i'm there and absentmindedly feeds me. At this rate, i'll be as skinny as i was before i ever had children. i mustn't think of them now. They think i'm at a writers' conference in California. If they could see me now, they'd think i had totally flipped out. i smile to myself, and He notices. "What's so funny, slut?" "Nothing really, Master." "This is serious work we're doing here, slut, and I don't think your heart is in it." "Oh, yes, it is! i swear to you, i've never been so serious about anything in my life! i've never been happier, or more fulfilled---" He's pulled me up by my temporary collar now, looming over me. "you don't get it, do you? This isn't about your happiness, this is about mine. Unless you truly submit, you'll be back to all your old bullshit in no time." "Yes, master." "I'll have to punish you." "Yes, Master." "A whip, I think. you may pick it." i swallow. He pushes me into the playroom. A vast array of things whose uses i can't even begin to imagine are neatly arranged on the walls and shelves. i hesitate. Which looks the least likely to make me scream in agony? But that's the point. i need to submit. i pick up a medium-evil-looking crop and hand it to my Master. He smiles at me. "An excellent choice. It should mark you nicely." He proceeds to tie me now, very much like the position i printed off the computer. He does have a sense of humor, after all. "No ball-gag, though, slut, I want to hear you thank me for each stroke, and beg for another." "Yes, Master." I am crying already and he hasn't even touched me yet. He turns and rummages around in a drawer, unearthing a massive butt plug. Squirting my asshole with lube, he pushes in it gently, enjoying my whimpers. "This will make your lesson all the more worthwhile, slut. Remember who owns you." "You do, Master," i sob. The first stroke comes down directly on the plug, and it lodges ever deeper within me. "Thank you, Master," i gasp. "More, please." He strikes me again and again, and i beg him for more, The pain is exquisite, and i've gone over the edge. i'm so wet, my cunt juices are dripping on the tiles below. i watch him in the mirror, his look of intense concentration a wonder to behold. His face reflects no particular joy at his duty, and i love him all the more for it. i cannot see, but i know i am gloriously marked. He releases me and half-carries me to the padded table, placing me gently on my stomach. He pulls the butt plug out, and his hands gently trace the rosy welts on my thighs and buttocks. "You did very well, slut." He strips himself of his clothing, and i see how erect he is. my pain is his pleasure, i am his for his use, i am nothing except what he wishes me to be. my head is buzzing with the freedom of his care as he enters my ass, taking long, teasing strokes until he impales himself totally within me. i arch up against him, full of him and his love. He quickens his pumping and i feel the warm wash of his seed within my ass. "Thank you, Master!" i cry, cresting on my own orgasmic wave. He withdraws slowly, walking around the table. "You know what to do next, slut," he says softly, as he presents his sticky cock for me to clean. i greedily suck the juices off, lapping, swirling my tongue until he is hard once again. It doesn't take him long before he is exploding in my mouth once more, and i swallow this dessert with a smile. "I think our training is complete, slut," he says tenderly, kissing me deeply. "Do you want to stay here with me, and serve me as long as I wish you to?" "Oh, yes, Master." "Excellent." His dark eyes twinkle. "Tomorrow we will see about your body modifications. I believe you mentioned nipple rings once, but I prefer bars. And we won't stop with a vertical hood piercing. I think some jewelry for your labia is in order as well. And a tattoo, or two." He smiled. "You'll be sore, but I'll be careful. You don't mind a little pain, do you, slut?" i just shake my head and smile back at him. He is my Master, and i am his slut. A Yearning Ch. 2 I couldn't wait to go to bed that night. Michael stripped down and began kissing me passionately. He worked his way down to my hard nipples and then on to my swollen pussy. I looked down to see him positioning his 6 inch cock at my cunt. It slid in easily and he began pumping me hard and fast. "You're so wet and swollen tonight Allison, I don't think I can hold on," Michael gasped as he began shooting his cum inside me. I didn't have the heart to tell him the reason I was so wet was because I was thinking of that big hard vibrator in the bedside drawer. After cumming Michael collapsed. I rolled over and began sucking on his now soft dick. It looked so tiny and cute compared to that massive vibrator. As I was sucking on his cock I reached over to the drawer and grabbed the vibrator. My hand rummaged blindly in the drawer until it felt the thickness of the realistic looking cock. I felt a tingle in my cunt. "Can you use this on me dear," I said holding up the gigantic tool. "With pleasure Ally," Michael replied. I laid on my back and Michael began vibrating the large dick on my clit. The sensations were unbelievable and were made even better when he started to lick my pussy. I knew Michael wouldn't put the vibrator in my pussy thinking it was too big and I didn't want to let on that I needed that full sensation in me so bad. So after a few minutes of this delightful licking I decided to do it myself. "Come and let me suck your beautiful cock again Michael, I'll hold the vibrator," I said. Michael let go and straddled my face with his back to my pussy. I now had full control of "Kong" (what an appropriate name for this gigantic rubber dick.) I positioned the head of Kong at my pussy and slowly worked it in and out with each stroke going deeper. Michael was oblivious to this as he was getting the blowjob of his life. After a few minutes I had the whole nine inches of that thick dick in me and I was in heaven. Michael tries hard but his cock never filled me up or gave me sensations that this gorgeous piece of rubber did. I could feel the sensations of an orgasm building up when Michael yelled "I'm cumming," and shot warm, juicy ooze all over my face. As this was happening waves of pleasure shot through my body while I was shoving that vibrator deep in my cunt. It was the best orgasm I had ever experienced in the six years married to Mike. After this night I knew I had to have something as big as Kong but hot and alive. The next day I began to test Michael to see whether he was open to a threesome. "No way," he yelled back. "Our marriage is sacred and I don't think we should be sharing it around with anyone else," he said angrily. "I'm sure if it was a woman I was talking about you would jump at the chance," I replied. "Honey, it would make no difference either way," and with that comment Mike walked out of the room. I was determined to prove Mike wrong and more importantly to have a real man's cock in me. An idea came to me. A friend of mine Sue used to date a guy who she claimed had the biggest cock she had ever seen. His name was Paul. Paul and Mike had become friends during this time and still see each other. On social occasions I would often notice Paul staring at my breasts and legs and a few times he had brushed up against me. My plan was to involve Paul in our threesome as I knew he would jump at the chance to fuck me. The trick was to get Mike to agree. I met Paul and explained the situation and what he needed to do. Paul then rang Mike and told him about this gorgeous woman he was seeing that wanted a threesome with another man. " I don't want some stranger fucking her Mike. I know you and I think she would like you," Paul explained. "I'm not sure if I could do it," Mike said hesitantly. "No one needs to know," said Paul. Mike finally agreed and everything was ready. That night Paul and Mike went out for a few drinks while I prepared myself at Paul's place for their return. At about 10 pm I heard the car pull up outside of Paul's place. I went and laid down on Paul's bed naked and with the lights out. Mike still did not know it was me he was about to fuck and that he was going to allow one of his friends to help out. Paul explained to Mike that his girlfriend's fantasy was to make love in the dark and do it all by feel without talking. This got around the problem of being caught out. The bedroom door opened and I could make out two silhouettes. I was nervous with anticipation as both men walked towards the bed. The two men undressed and stood on either side of me. I didn't know who was who until I reached out for the dicks. I grabbed the one to the left of me and instantly recognized the feel of Michael's hard cock. Then reaching for Paul on my right, I was delighted to feel a thick, long piece of meat bigger than my vibrator. I instantly knew which dick would give me more pleasure tonight. To Be Continued...