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My First Sin

By: rubysen



My husband and I went for a holiday to Himachal Pradesh with another couple, Rahul and Smita. In stead of spending our time at Simla, Kulu, etc, which were very crowded, we decided to visit the interiors of Himachal Pradesh. We hired a vehicle at Manali and set out to visit interesting locations. A local gentleman had given us the route maps and we worked out a travel plan for 3 days. First two days we explored the hills and enjoyed immensely. On the third day we were in a forest area, which was very lovely. At night, we stayed at a forest bungalow. The next day was scheduled for rest.

Next morning we took it easy and the driver was allowed to take rest. The caretaker of the bungalow told us about a temple adjacent to a hot spring. He said the spring is very popular among the foreign tourists. My husband and Smita were too exhausted after three days of long tours. They did not want to go because the spring was at a long distance and we had to walk. Rahul and I decided to go. 

After walking half an hour we realised that we had to walk at least another half an hour more up the hill. There was a clean street side teashop and we went in. As we were about to order tea, we found that a group of foreign tourists were drinking beer. We were told that beer was available in the shop and we were delighted. We had two bottles each and I felt a bit tipsy. Rahul wanted to have more and ordered another bottle. From his bottle Rahul poured in my glass and finally we equally shared the bottle. Rahul lighted a cigarette and I shared it with him. Although I had given up smoking long time back, I love smoking while drinking. Since I wanted another cigarette, Rahul thought another beer would be right and we finally ended up finishing three bottles each. 

On our way up, we were in a great romantic mood. We held each other’s hand and sang at the top of our voices. At one stage Rahul hugged me and I planted an affectionate kiss on his cheeks. We were in a great mood and didn’t feel the distance. After reaching the spring we watched the outgoing stream for quite some time. The natural beauty of the stream was breathtaking and Rahul sang a very romantic song. 

After a while we went to the bathing area. A man asked us if we wanted to take a bath and we said yes. He directed us to a hall where a woman was giving towel and soap for a price. She gave us two towels and one piece of soap. We asked for one more soap; she gave one for extra money but looked a little surprised. When we went in we saw four bathroom doors with men and women (mostly foreign tourists) standing in queue in front of the doors. 

We stood in different queues. I noticed that every body was looking at us; I did not understand why. After a minute or so, one door opened and a couple came out; another couple went in. This struck us as a bit odd and on asking another couple we found out that in the adjacent temple only a couple is allowed to offer puja and before that they should have bath together in the spring water. After realising the situation Rahul and I looked at each other in embarrassment. 

He came and joined me in my queue and told me in an undertone “ We have two options – either we both go back or we both have bath in the same cubicle.”

I was in a dilemma. As I was in a buoyant mood I was willing to go in and so, I think, was Rahul. But both of us were guiltily thinking about our spouses. 

Finally Rahul said, “ No one would be wiser, why not have a little fun.” 

I felt an urge for enjoying and pressed Rahul’s hand. He held my hand and gave a smile. Within another five minutes our turn came and we took our first step to ‘sin’. 

The cubicle was about 10 by 8 feet; it had a large clean open tank fully tiled. Hot water was flowing in from a large pipe and going out through a drain. Inside the tank water was chest deep. Rahul took off his sweater and tee shirt and had only the shorts on. 

He came closer, held me affectionately, kissed my cheek and said, “If you are feeling too guilty, you can have your bath in the dark; I will put off the lamp. After you come out of the tank, I will go in.” 

I said, “No, let us have a good time.” but my voice was trembling. 

Rahul came close and slowly brought his lips on mine. We had a really long kiss, one of the most exciting in my life. Rahul took off my sweater; I had no shirt underneath, only the bra. He gave me an enchanted look and started kissing me on my forehead, below my eyes, on my closed eyelids, on my neck, on my ears. It was so very exciting, particularly when he was kissing my ears. He lifted my hands and kissed my underarms, which had growth of thick hair as I did not shave for about a week. He said it smelled very nice- I use Opium. 

He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and took it off. My lacy panty was almost see through and abundance of my thick pubic hair was visible. The panty was too short to cover all the hair and they popped out from the sides as well as from the waistband. I unhooked my bra and taking it off he started sucking my nipples. A little later, he pulled my panty down making me stark naked. I was specially thrilled when I thought that it was the first time when a man other than my hubby was seeing me naked.

He took off his shorts & brief; his erect cock jumped out. I grabbed his cock with both hands – it was about 7inches and quite thick. We held each other close, he sucking & fondling my tits and I holding his cock.

We went into the tank. While he was caressing my pubic hair, I was fondling his buttock and lightly touching his asshole, there was a lot of hair there. The water was hot and the whole thing was most exciting. The water was chest deep; we felt very warm in all senses. It was not possible to suck each other inside water and we sucked each other’s nipple in turn. We climbed on the steps of the tank. I stood on one step and Rahul sucked my pussy from below, which was dripping wet with warm juice. He also licked my asshole and this was a fantastic experience. 

We went out of the tank and lied down. I started sucking his cock and it was throbbing with excitement. I went back to his asshole and he almost screamed in joy. He climbed on top of me and entered me. As he started stroking I was in fire and climaxed very quickly. But for him it was only the beginning and he carried on stroking. I started getting aroused again; finally, when he threw out his thick fluid I climaxed again! Two climaxes in such a close succession was a unique experience. Finally, we dried & dressed each other and came out.

On our way back, we drank beer again. Beer made us horny and we went down a hilly slope and found a cozy place under a tree, which was away from any possible human view. Rahul started kissing me and during the kiss took off my jeans and panty. As I was naked below my waist I pressed my pussy on to his crotch and took off his shorts. We disentangled from the kiss and hurriedly unclothed our tops also. He made me lie down on the ground. The feel of cold grass under my naked buttock felt very nice. After long sucking and licking, Rahul entered me and fucked me real hard. Both of us came together.

After returning to the hotel we found Smita and my hubby had gone out and would come back after two three hours. We locked ourselves in Rahul’s room and had a warm shower together. Rahul fucked me under the shower in a semi-standing position and it was a very novel experience.

After the shower we rested on the carpet and made love once more. As we were totally exhausted, I went back to my room and slept like a log. I got up as my hubby knocked at the door. Four of us got together in the evening and every thing was as normal as ever. 

This was my first taste of ‘sin’ and I kept this a secret from my husband for quite some time. Since I love my hubby a lot, I carried strong guilt feeling all the time. Things changed about three months later. 

My hubby went to Delhi and was away for about seven days. I missed sex a lot and on his return I was too eager to go to bed with him. At night we fucked, as if there was no tomorrow. Usually, after first round of sex my hubby sleeps like a log for couple of hours and then starts a second round. But this time it was different. He didn’t sleep at all and was restless. When I asked him what was wrong, he sat up and was in tears. He said, in Delhi he had to regularly work late night with a lady, who was a sexy widow. One day, after work they had drinks together and both were pretty drunk. At the end, he landed up in the lady’s bed and had sex. 

While he was apologising profusely, I stopped him and told him about what happened between Rahul & me at the spring. From then onwards, we came to an understanding that occasional ‘one night stands’ are not entirely unavoidable, particularly because both of us travel a lot. So, we agreed to give licence to each other and to use the licence discretely and of course moderately.

My First Soapstick Punishment



Sometimes I seriously question my sanity.

I found myself doing just that as I drove to your house, my hands trembling as they clutched the steering wheel tightly. Why on earth would I agree to meet a strange man off the Internet? A man I first encountered on the Literotica web site, at that? A man who had, in no uncertain terms, had made it clear to me that he intended to "punish" me for acting like a dirty slut on the Internet? 

Was I crazy? Maybe. Horny? Definitely. And when my hormones take over, they all too often overrule common sense.

I parked outside your house, and then took one final look at myself in the rearview mirror. I hardly recognized myself. Normally, I wear my long blonde hair loose, cascading over my shoulders and down my back. And I usually like to wear a fair bit of makeup. But, you'd instructed me to wear my hair in pigtails, and to limit myself to a little mascara and a dab of clear lip gloss. Oddly enough, I felt vulnerable - naked, even - without my long hair and heavy makeup to hide behind. 

I shuffled up to your door somewhat clumsily, not used to the Mary Janes I'd stopped wearing way back in middle school. I tried the front door, and found it unlocked, just as you'd said it would be. I paused. This was it. This was my last chance to change my mind. Did I want to? 

I considered this for a moment. My mind screamed for me to get back in my car and hightail it out of there immediately. But my freshly shaven pussy throbbed, dripping in anticipation. While my head was terrified at the prospect of "surrendering" to you and letting you have your way with me, my body was thrilled by the idea. I took a deep breath, steeled myself for whatever fate awaited me, and ventured inside.

Although I'd never been to your house before, I immediately knew where the master bedroom was; it was the only room in the house with the lights on. I walked slowly down the hallway, my Mary Janes tapping loudly on the hardwood floor. I was suddenly aware of my nipples poking through the sheer fabric of my white blouse, erect partly due to the cold night air and partly due to my undeniable arousal. I crossed my arms over my chest self consciously as I entered the room and found you sitting in a sturdy armchair near the fireplace.

Since first communicating on Literotica, we'd sent each other pictures - some of them rather explicit. Although you were every bit as attractive in person as in your photos, I was immediately taken aback by your presence. Even though you were sitting down, I could see that you must be nearly a foot taller than me, and you looked to be in very good shape. Clearly, you were someone who could easily dominate me; you could pin me down and have your way with me if you so desired. I was simultaneously frightened and delighted by the thought.

Would you respect my limits? I guess I was about to find out...

"Arms at your side," you murmured, breaking the silence of the room. Your deep voice was calm; soothing, even. But it also had an air of authority to it, implicitly informing me that you expected me to comply with your orders immediately. So, I did.

As I uncrossed my arms, I was once again painfully aware of my erect nipples, straining against the material of my tight top. And I wasn't the only one who noticed. As your eyes traveled from my face to my full, round breasts, I saw a faint smile of amusement play across your lips. I felt myself begin to blush as you made me stand there in front of you while you undressed me with your eyes. 

I tried my hardest to look sexy and confident in a weak attempt to make myself feel sexy and confident, but it was difficult to do in the ridiculous, demeaning schoolgirl outfit. This realization was confirmed when, all of a sudden, one of my white knee socks rolled down. With shaking hands, I quickly moved to pull it back up.

"Leave it."

I obediently straightened up, feeling downright foolish standing there with one knee sock rolled halfway down my leg. Maybe it sounds silly, but I felt more naked standing there, fully clothed, than I ever had before. 

Without warning, you reached out and pulled me to you. Your hands were gentle, but insistent as they firmly guided my hips until I was lying down across your lap. You didn't touch me for several long moments, instead leaving me to lie there feeling childish and afraid, violating my vulnerable body with your eyes.

"Tell me why you're being punished."

I gulped, and meekly answered in a tiny, strained voice, "I took pictures of my private parts and posted them on the Internet." My admission was met with silence from you, which prompted me to reluctantly go on. "And...and I talked about nasty, dirty things with you in the Literotica chat room. And I sent you naughty emails, telling you what I fantasize about when I touch myself. And...and I played with my pussy on webcam while you watched." My voice broke at this last confession, shame washing over me as I remembered how wantonly I'd displayed and pleasured myself for you.

"Mmm," you murmured disapprovingly, although I could hear a smile in your voice. "Such a filthy little girl. You need to be taught a lesson." With that, your hands moved up the back of my thigh, pushing my short pleated skirt up over my back. My panty-covered bum was now exposed to you, and I clenched my cheeks in fear and embarrassment. 

"Spread your legs wider," you commanded, your big, strong hand stroking the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. As I complied, your fingers traveled to my panty-covered mound, lightly rubbing my puffy, smooth outer lips. It was there that you discovered my secret. "What's this?" you asked, as your fingers traveled up and down my slit. "Your panties are wet! Are you getting off on this?!"

Sheepishly, I murmured, "I'm sorry." But, you didn't seem to be satisfied by this. Your fingers grew more insistent, pushing my white cotton panties into my wet gash. I blushed as my fleshy outer lips were exposed to your gaze, but couldn't help but also feel a twinge of excitement as the material pressed against my hard, swollen clit. 

Your hands moved to my ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh of my ample cheeks. You tucked my panties into my crack, your fingertip running teasingly over my asshole. I gasped at the sensation of being touched in such a forbidden, naughty place, and sighed with relief when you turned your attention back to my pert cheeks. My relief, however, was short-lived.

The first smack caught me completely off guard. Your big hand came crashing down on my naked cheek hard, and I let out a little squeal. You waited patiently for my bottom to relax once more, and then another smack on the other cheek was quick to follow. I wiggled and writhed on your lap in discomfort, and soon I could feel your cock hardening beneath me. 

After a few more blows, my ass was getting really sore, and I decided I'd had enough. "It hurts!" I whined as you continued to punish my poor bum. "That's enough!"

"I'll decide when you've had enough. Now be still and take your punishment like a big girl." With that, your hand came crashing down on my burning flesh once again.

I began to struggle in earnest, trying to climb to my feet. You, however, simply wrapped a muscular arm around me, pinning me in place across your lap. Your leg locked across my leg in similar fashion, effectively immobilizing my lower body. Your cock throbbed underneath me as you listened to me cry. The tears weren't really about the discomfort, but rather about the helplessness I felt being restrained over your lap while you gave me a spanking. I both loved and hated the feeling, and that's what you were counting on. 

Finally, the spanking was over. Your hands rubbed my reddened bum soothingly, massaging my stinging cheeks as I struggled to choke back my tears. Then, with no warning, you pulled my panties out of my ass crack and down to my knees, exposing my genitals.

"Hey!" I protested feebly, but there wasn't anything I could do to stop you. Your hands grabbed my fat bum cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing my defenseless anus. I tried in vain to clench my cheeks, but the wide spread of my legs made it impossible to deny you access to my most private hole. The tiny, puckered orifice went into a series of spasms as your calloused thumb ran over it slowly, teasingly. "Please don't," I whimpered pathetically, thoroughly mortified. "Don't touch me there!" 

"I'll touch you anyplace I want," you replied unapologetically. "Now get ready for the rest of your punishment." I heard you reach for something in a dish of water, but from my position across your lap, was unable to see what it was. I felt lukewarm water drip onto my still-burning ass cheek, and then the object moved down to nestle against my tight, pink anus. 

"Oooh, don't!" I gasped, as you began to apply pressure. I tightened up my muscles, determined to prevent the foreign object from invading my virgin anus. But, the object was slippery from the water, and I soon discovered I was fighting a losing battle. You just kept applying more and more pressure, evidently enjoying my helpless struggle. Then, the object popped past my tight little sphincter muscle and into my unwilling asshole. I let out a low moan as my bumhole was violated, the muscles involuntarily struggling to accommodate the intruder.

You just sat there, unmoving, seemingly waiting for something. I soon found out what. "Aaeeii!" I shrieked, "it burns!"

You let out a low, appreciative chuckle as you watched my reaction. "It's a buttplug carved out of Ivory soap," you informed me, rather gleefully. "It won't cause any lasting damage, but the soap will burn your tender asshole."

"Take it out, take it out!"

Your grip on me was firm, and you forced me to lie still and endure the burning in my poor, abused hole. After a minute or two, you seemed to take pity on me, and slipped a hand underneath me to play with my still-dripping pussy. A thick finger slid into my slick folds, gathering moisture from my greedy hole and spreading it over my throbbing clit. The little bud pulsed and swelled under your ministrations, and soon I was gyrating on your lap. I could tell from the change in your breathing that my grinding was bringing you closer to the edge.

Your fingers abandoned my clit and moved back to my asshole, where they tapped and tugged on the soapstick, causing fresh waves of discomfort. You painstakingly slowly pulled the plug out, only to brutally thrust it back in. My tender anus clenched and unclenched on the awful soapstick, and soon I felt the unmistakable urge to release my bowels. 

"Please let me up!" I cried in desperation. "I have to go!"

"You'll do no such thing," you replied. "I'll let you up, but you will stay here and hold the soapstick in your filthy little asshole, understand?"

Miserably, I nodded. You helped me off your lap, soapstick still firmly embedded in my clenching bottomhole. "Kneel," you ordered. As I did so, you untied your robe, and I came face to face with your cock for the first time. Its impressive size temporarily distracted me from the urgent need to expel the soapstick. It seemed I wasn't the only one with an urgent need for release, because you immediately commanded, "suck."

Eagerly, I obliged, running my tongue up and down the length of your shaft, and then kissing the purplish head of your cock. You eased your swollen organ into my hot, wet mouth, moaning your approval. I relaxed my throat muscles as best I could to enable deeper penetration. You grabbed a fistful of my hair with one hand, and placed your other hand on my neck possessively. Then, you began to facefuck me in earnest, careful all the while not to hurt me. The next thing I knew, your hips thrust forward and you filled my mouth and throat with your hot sticky semen. I greedily swallowed every last drop of it as you caught your breath.

"Please, can I take the soapstick out now?" I begged once you opened your eyes again. "It burns sooo bad!"

You smiled, and helped me to my feet. Then, you reached down and pulled my panties back into place. You slipped an arm around my waist tenderly and guided me out of the room and back into the hallway. "Where's the bathroom?" I demanded, the sense of urgency increasing.

You shook your head, enjoying my discomfort. "Bad little girls don't get to use the bathroom. You'll drive home with the soapstick in your asshole, and think about your punishment. I hope you've learned your lesson. Goodnight!"

With that, you pushed me out onto the front step, and shut the door behind me.

The drive home was excruciating -- even though I was in agony, I couldn't bear to pull over and "go" at the side of the road! When I finally arrived home, I made a mad dash to the washroom, just barely making it in time. My poor asshole was tender and sore for two days after the soapstick punishment! 

Oddly enough, the insistent burning in my asshole also made me insatiably horny. Over the next two days, I masturbated multiple times as I replayed the night's events over and over in my mind. 

So yes, call me crazy. I probably am. Because I can't wait to see you again. And I can't stop imagining what you might do to me next time.



My First Spanking



One chronicle in the life of a naughty actress

First, a confession, For all of you Literotica readers please know that I have written 6 or 7 spanking stories to date and have not really had one myself for my entire life until recently....here is that story, a sort of "How Kelsey got her groove back" story:

I'm a married, 38 year old mother of one, playwright, actress, and vocalist. I'm relatively young looking, fit (I'm also a Pilates instructor) and a pretty cool and easy going person for the most part. 

I haven't been intimate with my husband of 8 years for a total of 5 years now for reasons too numerous to name (and too painful to go into) so I went on a sort of quest. A quest to write down my deepest, darkest desires in an effort to keep them tame and hidden away from the prying eyes of those who might judge me and instead to the eyes of nameless, faceless people who might understand, appreciate or lust after what I've written. I wrote stories and submitted them to Literotica....a haven for me to share my fantasies. 

After the first few stories, I received feedback, mainly the "hey baby" variety and I was flattered (although sometimes disturbed) but my little cocoon of anonymity had not been unraveled so I was content. I was left to dangle gently in an emotional prison of secrecy without the possibility of discovery or pleasure, a very strange balancing act. 

After my 38th birthday (a birthday that came and went without special fanfare....which was typical) I received very different feedback from a man who had read my "Naughty Actress" story. He was articulate and supportive and from the beginning an emotional connection was born, and a terrible little beastie created.

He marveled that I had never been spanked, I cowered under his undisputable experience of having spanked many, he told me in so many words that writing stories about spankings would no longer satiate my growing need, that I would need to have a real one someday. So after weeks of emails back and forth, stories started by one and finished by the other, finally an agreement was made to meet, he was going to spank me. 

My life changed in an instant. The way I saw things changed. I changed the way I dressed, the way I looked at my body, the way I saw my soul. In my excitement and impatience for our meeting I spanked myself one night with a hair brush, though the sting was stimulating, the act of going it alone wasn't much fun and I realized this spanking thing was more about wanting to feel vulnerable and in someone else's care and this is just what I was looking for. I ended up masturbating and thinking about HIM, which did the trick.

I wrote this poem the week before we met:

"She was a growing ember; she didn't know a thing, She hadn't even begun to feel the heat. The waiting, the anticipation that someone would stoke her flame was wasted in a land of idle masquerading.

Smoky dreams of things beyond the horizon would be fuel to her never ending quest, a secret quest sought in shame and guilt without a prayer to find its redemption. An eternity in limbo was the sentence she carried out, still alight but left alone to thirst.

An uneasy seductress with words as her only vice went seeking into the world for just a facsimile, an ounce of the true measure that she longed for. She found instead a promise of something greater, and the core began to melt. The lick of another's flame, the sting of his spark, the crux of her pleasure answered at last.

So the growing ember, she doesn't know a thing, She waits patiently now the promise of warmth is upon her back, Shortly she knows she'll sprout flames and fly to trouble heaven with her victorious burn!"

That last week passed by slowly, my nerves were pointy, jumpy little dancers who sprung into action at every loud noise or disruption. I was excited, I was scared, and I was feeling guilty. 

The day came and even though I knew him so well, I felt like I was picking up a stranger from the airport. I had seen pictures of him, and he had seen mine. Would he be disappointed? Would I? I knew, no matter what, that the instant he picked up my skirt he would be pleased for I have a muscular defined bottom, I knew he would love that!

I awaited his arrival at the top of escalator. People milled around me at all sides. Little children waiting for parents, old people waiting for friends, homeless people looking for a place to be... I stood like a statue over most, being tall and in heels, but I was a paradox of Amazon and timid rabbit as I looked for him.

I saw a man with a red tie and a smile come toward me and still the hesitation would not subside. He was everything he was in his picture but he was nervous too. It would not be until my nerves relaxed and all had been said and done that I would admire his looks in dark profile as we snuggled and talked the night away. We got into my car and drove into the mountains. 

We stopped at a store to buy groceries and even then I didn't have a good feeling on whether or not he was into me. A handsome man in the grocers section smiled and said "hi" to me and I thought that maybe he would be interested if my date bailed on me. 

Then to top things off, I tripped over my heel going out the door and as the heel was stuck into a groove, I noticed that the nail polish on both big toes was smudged from putting on my shoes before they were dry. "OH GOD! I'm a doof!" I thought to myself. Somehow I imagined that I was a bit like Bridget Jones or Lucille Ball...either felt awkward.

He paid for our groceries and we continued to our little cabin by a stream. In the car we chatted politely about insignificant things, increasing my worry that this wasn't going to happen. But then inside the cabin he grabbed me and kissed me softly and stuck his hand up my skirt and felt the contours of my legs, and it somehow made me feel more at ease. He was tender and attentive and finally I knew he was....interested! 

It was a proud moment like being rewarded for an act of bravery and both of us were heroes by this point, so much had been banked on words, so much left to chance, we had dove valiantly into this river together.

It was a sweet, slow seduction that I will never forget. We talked more easily as we nibbled on prosciutto and sipped great wine. I laughed as he tried and failed a few times to keep our fire going, for some reason the logs would not stay lighted. We took one more look at our beautiful surroundings outside before the darkness stole the view and then came inside and sat down by the fire. I curled my legs around me, my feet bare, trying to warm myself, he sat down next to me and leaning against the bed with a sly smile, pulled me over his lap. The only sound was the constant flow of the river outside, and his low murmuring voice telling me that I've been very naughty, he never stopped talking to me, I loved it!

At first his spanks were playful pats, and then they intensified into a torrent of stinging wallops. He spanked me over my skirt for a while and then gently lifted the skirt to reveal my reddening behind. He gasped a bit and with renewed energy and vigor beat me harder and faster. He slid my underwear down my legs and his hand strikes echoed over the basin of the river and into my ears and soul, I was wet and near crying from pleasure. 

He flipped me over and kissed me, he licked and lapped at my pussy until the hardening, quickening pressure from my clit could no longer hold the power that was building inside and from the center where all my dreams are stored there emerged a flood of cum and victory. He fucked me then, hard and holding onto my face and hair, thrusting with his own joy, with his own excitement. It was like being in a very naughty, very nice dream that you don't want to wake from and thankfully we didn't until 3 days later when I had to take him back to the airport.

Our night went very late with talking and kissing and spanking and fucking. Each night went the same way; I had come to know that whatever happened during the day, the night would be my reward and my favorite time with him. We worried at the beginning that we would either not be attracted or worse, more attracted and consequently I know it was the latter. So much happened and there's a part of me resistant to share those things that are most dear to me, they seem sacred almost, although I've shared a lot already.

He came and watched me record some music the day before he left. On each song I felt like I was singing about us, and I sensed he was thinking the same thing. We went on a hike later that day, the evening sun making everything sparkle, a real mirage in the center of a dream like experience. We walked along in natural camaraderie, I noted (mentally) all of the places he could spank me but we both thought better of spanking me there with my German shepherd in tow, she might not have understood. 

If you get the sense that I'm having trouble ending the story, I am. I don't want it to end and I don't know if it won't. But such is the life of a naughty actress, sometimes the plot changes without warning, sometimes circumstances are too hard to overcome and sometimes there's a happy ending, but for now it's just an improvisation based on hopes and dreams without a thought about the end, with fate as the director, it is best left up to her.



My First Spanking



He hadn't wanted me to come to the party with him...but I did anyway. I got the most incredible punishment for it too. 

We had been having sex on and off all summer, but I was going through a lot of personal problems, and was kind of a mess. He was a successful doctor, I didn't really fit as his girlfriend. Despite that, we seemed to enjoy spending time together drinking, going out, having sex, things that 20-30 somethings do. 

I desperately wanted to please him, I wanted his approval. I didn't realize it at the time, but my behavior was in every aspect submissive. I was as submissive as he was dominate. He made the decisions, and I waited with baited breath for his next move. I followed, I made myself available, and I endured every rude comment and hurtful thing he did, and something inside me liked it. And we always, without question, ended up in bed together. Sexually, nothing was overtly bdsm, until one night...

I was 22, and fully in bloom. Red hair, blue eyes, about 5'4" with full C's and a tight small body. I was shy and oblivious to all the sexual energy that was being thrown my way during that time. Except from him. I could not get enough of him. We were off and on, relationship wise, or rather, I was at his beckon call, and when he didn't need me, I spent my time fantasizing about the next moment when he would. 

But, as sometimes can happen, I became a pest at some point. My desire for him was such that I was always looking for ways to be where he was. I heard that he was going to a party, where I didn't really know anyone apart from his friends. I knew he didn't want me there, he hadn't asked me to come and he had been vague about his plans, but I went anyway. 

This really displeased him. It was gross disobedience, on a scale I had never shown before. We were mingling, with other guests, and he told me to meet him in the bathroom. I was elated, thinking that he was happy to see me and that we would be having a hot tryst in the bathroom. 

When we got in, he quickly turned me around so I was facing the mirror, bent me over the sink. 

"Is this what you wanted, is this why you came tonight"? he asked, while kneading my ass greedily through my clothes. 

I was confused, but so aroused, so happy that he was there, he was ready. 

He looped his arm around me and lifted my top up, not removing it, but making sure my body was exposed in the mirror, so that he could look at me. He flicked and pulled my nipples roughly, without saying a word. 

Before I knew it, his arm was pushing my back down, while his other hand was pulling my panties down from behind. I hadn't even heard his zipper come down but I felt his cock rubbing between my cheeks. 

He easily slid into me, fucking me deep and long. He was thrusting me carelessly into to small sink, until finally he pulled my hair back, and came while planting one solitary kiss on my neck. 

When it was over I turned around, and wasn't sure if I was allowed to smile or not. I followed his cues. He got dressed and went back to his party. 

I stayed, and had a little too much to drink. I ended up saying somethings, about him, to people I didn't know... things you shouldn't be blabbing around. This further displeased him. 

There was no where for me to sleep that night, except with him. No one was going to be driving home, and he would never let me near anyone else. So, we ended up in a strange bedroom together. That is when he started talking about what I did that night, how I had embarrassed him by running my mouth, I got up on all fours, planning to get off the bed, because I was so mortified that I had caused him trouble that night, and that was when it happened. He just reached over and spanked me. I froze. He did it again. And again and again. He spanked me for a good 10 minutes, and then spanking turned into fingering, which turned into me riding his cock. Every time he brought up what had happened that night, I got spanked again. The feeling of his hand on my bare bottom was purifying. I wanted more. 

At some point, it hurt so much I almost asked him to stop, I let out a little yell. He spanked me harder, and the harder it was, the better I felt. We had the best sex of my entire life that night. He spanked my ass, spanked my pussy, and our roles, the way we related to each other personally finally got to be expressed sexually.

With him, I always wanted more. I will never forget that night, my very first spanking.



My First Spanking Experience



Author's note:

I write a lot of fictional stories on Literotica. I thought I would tell a true story for a change. I sat down and wrote this story a couple of hours after the experience, while it was still fresh in my mind. I think that helped me to better capture what was going on in my head while I wrote it all down. It was VERY hard to sit down after my first real spanking, but I think it was important to write it down right away. I went through a lot of real physical pain to bring this to you, I hope you like it. I know BDSM pros will think I am a light weight, but remember, I had no experience at all with real bdsm and hard spankings before this all happened.

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As I sit her and write this post, I am sitting with a soft pillow under my bare ass as I sit on my chair and type. Why the pillow, you may be asking. Well, I had a crazy desire to get really kinky with my boyfriend Rick this afternoon.

I don't have much experience with spanking and bondage. I have received some playful birthday spankings, but nothing too hard. Also, I have been tied up by previous lovers, but never with anything too restraining; just silk scarves that I could have easily broken out of if I had wanted too.

But I constantly read erotic stories on various web-sites and blogs. Yesterday afternoon, I read a few, and my pussy got so fucking wet. Normally I would just masturbate and fantasize about the story, but something inside my head snapped. I thought to myself that it is time to stop just reading and imagining this stuff, and it was time to turn some of my fantasies into reality.

Rick was not all that shocked when I suggested that he tie me up and spank me. He knows I am a kinky girl, and he knows I have fantasized about this before. But he is so gentle and nice, and he told me he was afraid of really hurting me. I had to convince him that this was something I really wanted to try. I told him that yes, it would certainly hurt me, but it would be completely consensual, and I really wanted to try it. I explained to him that in most of the stories I read, the women being spanked and tied up always talk about how the pain mixes with pleasure and it makes them really horny. I wanted to see for myself if this was true.

"How hard should I spank you, Miranda?" he asked me.

"I don't really know. I haven't ever done this. Hard enough for me to really experience the sensation of my ass being on fire, but no whips or canes or anything like that!"

"How should I tie you up?" he asked.

I thought about it for a minute, and suggested we go to the hardware store. We drove over to the Home Depot, and spent an hour picking out some ropes. A salesperson asked us if we needed any help, and I laughed, imagining how shocked he would be if I told him we were looking for some bondage rope. We found some that were smooth so they wouldn't hurt my bare skin.

My pussy was sopping wet during the car ride home; I couldn't wait to get started. When we got into my bedroom, I quickly stripped all of my clothing off. Rick stripped off his shirt but kept his shorts on. He spent the next half hour clumsily experimenting with the ropes. If you are new to bondage, it is hard to figure out how to restrain someone to the bed! He kept saying he was finished, but I tested the restraints, and I could still move part of my body.

"I want to be completely restrained, Rick. I can still wiggle my arms and legs, plus my whole upper body." He kept on trying, going under the bed to wrap the ropes around my body over and over. My wrists and feet were tightly tied to the bedposts. I struggled as hard as I could; I was satisfied that I could not escape. We agreed on the safe word "STOP!" I know, not very original, but I couldn't come up with anything more creative. We agreed that after I said stop he wouldn't spank me any more until I said "GO!"

"How many spankings should I give you?" He asked. I hadn't thought about that either.

"Let's just see what happens. How about you keep going until either I can't handle any more or your hand gets tires?" I replied.

He agreed that this sounded like a good plan. I told him to start out light, and then to keep spanking my ass harder and harder until I decided it was time to stop.

I closed my eyes. I was very nervous, yet also very sexually aroused. I wanted to see if the pleasure and pain thing was for real. He rubbed my ass for a few minutes until I couldn't take the anticipation anymore.

"What are you waiting for, Rick?" I asked him.

"For you to tell me to start!" He replied.

I laughed. The whole time I had thought he was teasing me by making me wait in nervous anticipation for the first spanking, and he had really just been politely waiting for me to give him permission!

"For the love of God, start spanking my ass now, Rick!" I yelled.

He lightly tapped my bare bottom. It didn't hurt whatsoever. He kept on lightly spanking my ass. I wanted it much harder.

"Harder, Rick!" I said.

He started to spank me a bit harder. I felt a very light sting, but it still didn't hurt at all. I wanted it harder.

"Harder!"

He complied. The next few spankings stung a bit more. This was more like it! They really didn't hurt all that much, but he was getting my ass warmed up. I felt incredibly turned on.

After awhile, I didn't have to keep asking him to get harder; he seemed to understand that he was to increase the strength of the spankings until I told him to stop. He kicked it up a notch. I felt the first really hard blow. This was what I had been expecting; a nice sharp smack that stung really good. This was my first painful spanking ever, and I loved it. He kept going at that pace for awhile. My ass wiggled the best it could; I was tightly tied up around my waist and my upper thighs. I started moaning. A really sharp blow stung me hard; I let out a loud yelp.

"Should I stop, Miranda?" He asked me.

"No. Only stop if I say to. Please. It hurts but I like it too."

He smacked me again sharply. OW! It started to really sting. For the first time I was starting to feel the pain even between blows, not just during them. He kept spanking my bare ass harder and harder. The hard spanks were much louder than the first few light ones I had received earlier. It was really starting to hurt.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! I kept hearing. I wondered if my ass was turning red. My pussy got wet when I imagined looking at it in the mirror later. He kept on going at the same medium pace for awhile. It really hurt, but I wanted to go all the way and do this right. I grit my teeth. He seemed to be stopping at this pace and not getting any harder.

"Rick, even harder."

"Are you sure? You look like you are in pain." He told me.

"Yes, but I want to do this right. Harder."

The next blow caught me off guard, even though I had asked for it. It seriously burned. I started to cry.

"Are you sure, Miranda?"

"YES! Even if I cry and scream, keep going until I say to stop. I WANT to cry and scream!"

This was everything I had imagined and more. My pussy felt as hot as my ass, but in a completely different way. I was so fucking turned on. The pain part was a little more than I had bargained for; it started to really feel fiery on my ass, but I guess that is what spanking is all about!

The next few blows had me seeing stars they burned so much. The smacks were so loud they rang in my ears. My ass was burning up, but I willed myself to take this to my limit. I didn't know what my limit was yet, but I was determined to find out! Holy shit, it started to hurt. I screamed in pain when he spanked me even harder. Finally it was too much, and I said "STOP!"

He stopped. I felt the burn really sink in. I had naively thought that the stinging would subside after a minute of rest, but the burning was really hot. I struggled in my bondage. The bondage aspect of this turned me on something fierce. It felt so damn hot being unable to escape.

"O.K., Rick, GO!" I yelled.

He smacked my ass really fucking hard. Ouch, it hurt! I felt a sharp sting and then a warm spreading feeling as the pain spread throughout my poor butt. Something strange happened to me at this point. I felt detached from it. I still felt incredible burning pain in my ass, but I somehow got used to it and was able to handle it better. I was ready for the next level.

"Harder."

"Miranda, this is as hard as I physically can spank you! Believe me, I can't do it any harder if I tried to."

"Then get your belt!"

"Are you serious?" He asked.

"Yes. Keep going till I say stop."

He went into my closet and retrieved one of his belts he keeps there. I didn't have any idea how much harder it would feel with the belt. I soon learned.

The stinging was extremely intense. It was more in one spot than spread out like the hand spankings. I screamed in pain. I felt hot tears stream down my cheeks. I reluctantly said "Keep going!" I really wanted to test my limits. Somehow I was even more turned on even thought the pain was getting to the unbearable level.

The next few blows really tested my limits. I had to yell stop twice more. But I needed just a little more.

"Rick, I am almost done. It really hurts badly. But just keep going a little longer and even harder, until I yell stop again.

Smack. Oh my GOD it hurt badly. Reading about spanking and actually receiving them are two completely different realities. My ass was on fire; I was sure it must be a dark red shade. I sobbed into the pillow. Sweat was pouring out of my entire body. I was quickly approaching my limit. I grit my teeth and accepted three more really hard blows. The pain was too much for me to handle now.

"STOP! I'm done." I screamed.

I kept sobbing as Rick tenderly untied me. I had a hard time standing up; my legs were so weak. I walked over to my full length mirror and looked at my poor ass. It was much redder than I had imagined, and there were deep red marks from the belt. I sat down on the bed, expecting the soft sheets to provide some relief. I was very surprised to learn that after a hard spanking session; even soft things are hard to sit on! I spent the next couple of hours standing up! I tried putting my panties back on, and even that made my ass sting more, so I have been bottomless ever since the spanking ended a couple of hours ago.

Although I still feel very horny, the pain is too raw and overwhelming for me to do anything sexually right now. I had this picture in my head before we started that after the spanking was done, I would feel a pleasant burning on my ass and feel so horny I would fuck Rick like mad. Reality didn't turn out quite like I had planned it to, though. It turns out that really hard spanking is much more intense afterwards than I had imagined. I am in incredible pain, and can't even focus on the sexual arousal the way I had hoped to. Don't get me wrong, I am glad I tried it, and I would do it again, maybe just not quite as hard until I have some more experience.

So here I am, finishing up this description of my first spanking experience. My ass still hurts REALLY badly. This is the first time I have sat down for more than a few minutes since the spanking ended. . . I debated writing this tomorrow so I could be more comfortable while sitting down and typing, but I thought I should write it as soon as possible after the experience so I could really convey to you readers the reality of what I have just experienced. This is the hardest story I have ever written, it hurts so fucking much just to sit down, readers! My ass is on fire, and I really hope it feels better when I have to go back to work in the morning.



My First Steps To Casual Sex



I'm not sure what first made me take the leap of joining a contacts site for casual sex. I'd often watched porn online, but had never done anything interactive. As a second year university student in London, getting picked up in clubs or bars was easy. When I had an itch for casual sex, it was easy to get it scratched. I guess I'd often found it disappointing though - I'd found guys my age (I'm 20) generally disappointing in bed and certainly nowhere near as good as they thought they were!

So maybe I wanted something a little bit different. I was also keen on having sex for sex's sake without the tedious "mating rituals" of being bought rounds of drinks over small talk or catching someone's eye on the dance floor.

Mainly though, I was just curious. I certainly wasn't going to meet a stranger for sex, I told myself, I was just feeling a bit inquisitive and wanted to know what might be "out there".

I signed up and completed my profile. I kept it quite "vanilla", just a passport photo and my vital statistics really. I used my real name, Emma, but kept my surname well out of it! I was mainly interested in what other people were offering and looking for.

I clicked on a few profiles, it was roughly what I expected – regular horny men looking to fuck or get sucked off. Then I came across a profile that really caught my eye – two men looking for an attractive younger girl for a threesome and, ideally, her first ever double penetration.

Wow. Direct and to the point, for sure!

I'd say I'm above average in terms of being sexually active. I've been fucked by about thirty or so men and am not at all adverse to hot one night stands. I'm also pretty liberated in bed, I've been told by a lot of men I've had sex with that I dish out a good "porn star experience". I definitely wouldn't describe myself as stunning or gorgeous, but I'm told I'm very attractive. I'm a bubbly blonde, and have a pretty good body, nice, firm 34c breasts and long, shapely legs. My arse is maybe slightly on the large side, but hey, you can't have it all!

However, despite being pretty open minded, I've never had sex with more than one guy at a time. I've had a threesome with Karen, a friend of mine, and her boyfriend Jack (basically I sucked off Jack as Karen snogged his face off!) but I've never had two men in bed. I watch a lot of MMF porno and find it incredibly sexy, but I had always put it in the box marked "fantasy" rather than something I'd actually try myself for real.

Anyway, I had joined this sex site out of curiosity. I wasn't actually going to meet people, I was just exploring. I was determined not to be a prick tease and lead any guys on, but what was the harm in dropping these two men a short email message?

So, I just introduced myself. Said I was 20 years old, a sexy blonde university student, looking to explore my wilder side, that I fantasized about getting fucked by two men, but that I wasn't really sure I'd ever go through with it, but I adored watching girls get double penetrated in porno. I also attached a slightly sexy photograph, nothing too frisky – just me in a loose top, short skirt and black nylons.

Well, talk about "red rags to a bull"! Within just a few minutes I had a very eager reply. Their names were Phil and Terry, two older guys from the other side of London, they adored my pic and would love the chance to "break me in". They'd be willing to book a nearby hotel room right now if I was willing to take the step of making my fantasy into a reality.

I could feel my heart rate quicken as I read their message. I wasn't going to actually go through with this. Of course not. But suddenly my idle fantasy seemed to be coming into sharp focus. It was becoming much more tangible, much more easily attainable. I felt I could reach out and touch it. If I wanted to, if I was willing to take the plunge, it seemed I really could get myself fucked by two men – and that very evening.

It was madness, of course. There was no way I was actually going to go through with it. But the tantalizing thought made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. I was getting incredibly turned on just by knowing the opportunity actually existed – right in front of me on my computer screen.

I messaged Phil and Terry back, saying the concept turned me on like crazy, but I wasn't sure I could actually take a full on double penetration. I'd been fucked in the arse quite a lot, but being fucked in the pussy and the arse simultaneously seemed really damned hard to take.

They replied instantly. They said it would be very intense, but that they had plenty of experience of giving girls their first DP and that I'd kick myself if I didn't go for it. And they sent me a link to a video of the pornstar Jenna Haze getting double penetrated. If she can take it, they asked, why couldn't I?

For the first time, the thought entered my mind that I might actually - just conceivably - go for it.

It seemed crazy, but I was getting more and more turned on. I walked away from my desk and went to the kitchen to pour myself a very large gin and tonic. I needed a moment to think.

I had no plans for the evening and my boyfriend would be out until very late drinking with his friends. I could stay at home and watch TV or maybe catch up on some college reading, or perhaps I could get myself to a hotel and finally live out a big sexual fantasy of mine.

My heart was beating so fast with nerves, but I could also feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I poured myself another stiff gin. If I was seriously contemplating this, I needed some Dutch courage!

By the time I got back to my PC, I had another message from Phil. It read "Well??? Terry and I REALLY think you should go for it!"

I sent an email back saying I was starting to think I might say "yes". Quick as a flash, I got another message saying "Great. Why not come to the hotel, meet us for a drink at the bar? If you don't feel comfortable, you can walk away".

By now, I was more than halfway to talking myself into going for it. I could go along, meet them for a drink and if I felt uncomfortable, I could just turn on my heels. If Phil and Terry seemed okay, and I felt at ease, well, then I could get myself well and truly fucked. What wasn't to like?

I dropped them a note saying I was willing to give it a twirl. We exchanged telephone numbers and they suggested we meet at a hotel in Victoria at 6pm. I checked my watch, it was already nearly 5pm and it would take me about 30 minutes to get to the hotel.

I figured I'd better get myself tarted up, I had just been slobbing around at my flat all day and was just wearing a sweatshirt and jeans and no make up. I reasoned that if I was going to go and act like a slut, I might as well dress like one!

I had a quick shower to freshen up and then decided I was going to make a real effort to look slutty and sexy. I slipped on my best, black seamed Victoria's Secret stockings and a red suspender belt. Then I put on some sexy, red crotchless panties and a super hot red bra. A black leather mini skirt, a tight black blouse and my killer "fuck me" 5 inch black stilettos completed the look. I slapped on plenty of makeup and lots of bright red lipstick.

I looked myself up and down in a full length mirror and was pleased, I looked like an ever-so-slightly-up-market hooker which was just the image I'd been aiming for!

Shaking with nerves and trembling with excitement, I set off from my flat to catch the train to Victoria. The journey took no longer than usual, but it seemed to last forever. I wondered if I'd overdone the slutty look, I got a fair few glances on the train – probably because my skirt was so short that my stocking tops were clearly visible!

I got to Victoria station and looked at my watch, it was ten to six. I sent Phil a text message saying "On my way x" and got an immediate reply saying "We're already here. What are you drinking? X". Easy answer – "A very large gin and tonic please!"

I spilled myself into a taxi – there was no way I could walk the half mile to the hotel in those stiletto heels. As the cab dropped me at the hotel entrance, I couldn't decide if I was shaking with nerves or with sexual excitement. Or both!

The bar was pretty quiet. I hovered at the entrance wondering whether to turn back. I thought I could see two men who I assumed were Phil and Terry in the corner. Trying to look as confident as I could muster, I walked purposefully over towards them.

They clocked me immediately and rose from their seats. "Well, well, well, you must be Emma and – fuck me – you look even better than in your photo. I'm Phil". Phil was a beast of a man, at least 6'4", his head was shaved and he was built like a brick shithouse. I'd guess he was in his early 50s. Terry was a bit shorter, maybe 5'11", slightly on the chubby side, not fat as such, but "rounded" and perhaps a year or two younger than Phil. He gave my arse a gentle squeeze as he kissed me on both cheeks. Both men were well turned out in nice suits.

My drink was already waiting for me and I started glugging away on it as I sat down and crossed my legs. Fortunately, we were sitting in the corner of the bar, otherwise everyone would have got an eyeful of my stocking tops and suspender belt!

Terry got up to buy another round of drinks and Phil used the opportunity to slip his hand onto my thigh, gently caressing my nylon-clad leg.

"You've dressed just perfectly for this," he whispered into my ear.

"Glad you approve, I do my best!" I smiled.

By the time I tucked into my second gin and tonic, the alcohol was beginning to relax me, I was still tingling, but now more with anticipation and excitement rather than with nerves.

Terry came back with the drinks and sat down right next to me and put his hand on my knee. I felt so fantastically sexy and desired. I was glad we were in a discrete corner of the bar as I was basically being touched up by two middle aged men!

I uncrossed my legs and parted my knees, Terry immediately slid his hand up my skirt to my pussy and started oh-so-slowly fingering me, a smile crossed his face as he realised how wet I was getting. Phil continued to stroke my thigh as his friend was easing his finger into my cunt, he lent over and whispered into my ear "I am so fucking glad you dress like Jenna Haze, I fucking hope you act as slutty as her in the bedroom too!"

Any chance of me turning on my heels and leaving the bar was disappearing fast! I smiled at Phil and said "You'd better believe it!".

I slipped my right hand onto Phil's crotch as I continued to sip my G&T.

Jesus. His cock was stiff and huge. My boyfriend is average size – about six inches – but I'd swear Phil had around nine inches of hard, hot man meat and I could feel it throbbing as I gently stroked it through his suit trousers.

I knocked back the last of my drink and Terry, who now had two fingers up my snatch, said in a firm, serious voice, "I think it's time we went to the room". It was now way too late for me to disagree, so all three of us stood up, left the bar and made our way to the elevator.

As we got in, it struck me that not only had I never been with two men before, I'd never taken cock from guys this old. I tried to put out of my mind that these guys were older than my parents as I put my arms over Phil's shoulders and lent forward to let our lips meet.

He pressed his body against me as our tongues mingled and I could feel his massive, hard dick throbbing against my navel.

Within a couple of seconds, the elevator pinged and the doors opened on the sixth floor.

Terry ushered us out and guided us down the corridor. Rushing through my mind was just "Oh my God...Oh my God...I am actually going to take dick from two guys."

Terry swiped the keycard in the room door and we hurried into the room.

"Get your tits out and get on your knees," Phil demanded.

I was now fully into this. I tossed off my blouse and pulled off my mini skirt and sunk to my knees in the middle of the room. Given the situation I'd got myself into, I thought I may as well try and act like a porno star.

"Come on guys, get over here and let me suck on your hard cocks."

They didn't need a second invitation. Terry was the first to unzip and I eagerly slipped my hand into his trousers, slipping out his firm dick. He was also bigger than my boyfriend, about 7 ½ inches and nice and fat. He was already oozing precum.

I looked up at him making eye contact, holding his cock just in front of my mouth. "Suck it, you fucking slut," he groaned.

I rolled back his foreskin and gently placed my tongue against his bellend, looking him straight in the eyes as I eagerly lapped up each drop of precum.

He was already nice and stiff, but as I slipped his cock into my mouth I felt him harden even more. "Oh yeah, suck on my hard dick, you fucking cumslut," he gasped.

This was so electric, finally I was living out my sexual fantasy and out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Phil had got his enormous cock out and was wanking it slowly but determinedly.

I reached out my right hand to make a grab for Phil's huge manhood. Kneeling there, in my stockings and heels giving head to one middle aged guy as I was wanking off another made me feel so wanton and so horny. I'd never been so slutty in my life and I was loving it.

Phil shuffled towards me, his monster dick now right in my face. I kept wanking Terry and turned my mouth towards Phil.

"Go on, get a good taste of what you're soon going to feel in your tight arse, you dirty whore," he grunted.

"Oh yes, treat me like your fucking sextoy," I pleaded as I started running my tongue along Phil's shaft. I now realized just how huge he was, bigger than nine inches if anything, how the hell I was going to get this monster up my tight little asshole was anyone's guess!

Terry started ripping off his clothes, so I started to give Phil my full attention, giving his dick gentle suction and plenty of tongue action.

"We're going to rip you wide open, you filthy slut," Phil laughed as I worshipped his dick with my mouth.

I could see Terry making his way to the bed and sprawling across it, his firm dick sticking straight up in the air.

I took Phil's cock from my mouth and looked up at him "God, fuck me like a dirty whore, guys, please, please, please!" I begged.

Phil smiled. "Go and impale yourself on Terry's cock, you cock-loving bitch".

I stood up, stripped off my bar and panties, so I was now just wearing my stockings, suspender belt and stilettos and took a couple of strides towards the bed. I knew now I was only a minute or two from experiencing my first ever DP - and from two middle aged men I'd barely met!

I straddled Terry and smiled down at him as I held his dick against my pussy lips and let out a gasp as I slowly lowered myself onto him. I licked my lips and gently pinched his nipples as I did so.

"Oh yeah, take it right up your cunt," Terry shouted at me.

I did as I was told, easing him all the way into my pussy, clamping my nylon-clad legs either side of him and then leaning forward and letting my tongue slip into his mouth.

Terry eased his hands down to my arse and gently parted my butt cheeks.

Oh my God, I knew what was coming next. I felt Phil apply some lube to my tight little hole.

"Bet you've never had a cock this size up your arse before, have you bitch?" Phil chuckled as he coated his cock with lubricant.

"No. God, no. I haven't," I sighed.

"Make sure Terry has a good view of your face, he loves to see a slut's facial expression as she takes an anal battering."

With those words I felt Phil clamber onto the bed. I clung onto Terry tightly, bracing myself for what I knew was coming.

Phil's gigantic, greased up cockend was pushed up against my arsehole. Slowly but determinedly, he started to edge his way in.

"OH FUCKING HELL. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. I CAN'T TAKE IT. I CAN'T FUCKING TAKE IT. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK." I screeched.

"Bit fucking late to say that now, darling," Terry whispered as he watched his mate sink into my arse.

My face must have shown a perfect mix of agony and ecstasy. Feeling myself pinned between two dirty old men, dressed like a whore, submitting myself to the sluttiest experience I'd ever had. But also wondering how the hell I was going to cope with nine inches up my arse.

"Right, I'm about halfway in," said Phil - as Terry continued to hold my arse cheeks apart.

"HALFWAY IN? YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING. I'M STUFFED FULL OF COCK, I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE!" I pleaded

I knew I was going to be pushed to the limits. Part of me was terrified about whether I could take what was happening. A bigger part of me didn't want to be anywhere else.

I gripped Terry even tighter, took a deep breath and looked down. Terry had a smile a mile wide on his face. He was clearly enjoying seeing me struggle to take it. I could feel his dick pulsing in my pussy. Phil was still edging his way up my arse. I remembered back to that Jenna Haze video they'd emailed me.

"Oh God. Go on, then. Fuck me, you dirty bastards!" I shrieked. I thought my arse was going to break as Phil pushed all the way in, I could feel his bollocks against me, he was right up me. And Terry arched his back to make sure his full length was right inside my pussy too.

"Oh fuck yes, you are so wonderfully tight. I fucking love tight young ass," said Phil as his whole body started to press against my back.

I really was stuffed full of cock now and thought I might break apart. I knew I was well beyond being able to spit out a sentence.

"Awwww....ooooooo....f.f.f.f.ff.f.f.ff.f.uck....." was about the best I could articulate as I let my mouth slip onto Terry's and shoved my tongue into his mouth.

Both men were fucking me now as I gripped onto Terry for dear life. Their rhythm was amazing, I didn't just feel doubly done with each pump, I felt utterly and totally fucked.

"Oh yes, you take cock well, you beautiful whore," Phil shouted as he picked up the pace in my asshole.

That was enough to push me over the edge. I started to feel a huge orgasm build up and the ripples begin.

I unlocked my mouth from Terry's. "Oh fuck...fuck..fuck...fuck...I'm cumming," I yelped.

"Good girl, good girl, fucking take it," groaned Phil as he continued to plough my arse.

I did my very best to bounce up and down on Terry, but I could hardly move. I looked him in the eyes, and I could tell he was on the verge of spunking.

My orgasm hit me, and my body went into spasm. "Yessssssssssss.....awwww God yes." Well, I think that's what I said, but I was closer to miaowing by this point.

I could see Terry's face tighten up, and felt his dick start to twitch in my pussy. He was a millisecond away from bursting into my cunt.

I just about managed to spit out a sentence: "Fucking spunk in me, Terry, shoot your load. SPUNK IN ME!"

He let out a loud growl and groan and I started to feel his cum fire into me.

Phil was showing no mercy, he was going even faster as he'd seen me cum loudly and his mate shoot his load right up me. Phil was also beyond words now, just grunting and groaning as he banged my tight young arse. I expected to feel his jizz fire up me at any second.

Then he screamed "Open your mouth, bitch, eat my cum!"

He was out of my backside and into my mouth in a flash. As soon as my lips locked round his monster cock he started to fire. I was expecting a hot mouthful, but his first couple of jets must have missed my tongue and simply hit my tonsils.

The next spurt flooded into my eager mouth and then his dick twitched a couple of more times, with a good bit more cum dumping between my lips.

I swallowed it all down in a single gulp. My limp, worked-over body just collapsed onto Terry.

"Fuck, that was amazing, thank you so much, guys," I whimpered, "I just hope to hell I never have to explain this to my boyfriend!"




My First Steps To Casual Sex



Thankfully, so far, I haven't had to!



My First Story



I'm at work things are hectic, three high risk moms are delivering. One is a seventeen year old diabetic with no family support system. I get a page to come to the front desk, my co-workers are smiling. A big bouquet of roses with babies breath is on the desk with balloons saying I love you and a card. 

"These are for you Princess." 

I get chills up my spine, my heart starts to beat fast, and butterflies fill my stomach at the sound of your voice.

I turn around and there you are with a big smile on your face. My face lights up and I walk into your open arms, looking up into your face, and you know by the look in my eyes how happy you just made me. 

I whisper in your ear. "You are the best! Thank you for making me feel so special, so loved and so appreciated! You couldn't have picked a better day!" 

Then we kiss, but not too passionately, because I am at work, and my associates are watching. You do grab my ass though, and I grab your crotch.     You whisper in my ear. "What time is your dinner break?" 

Then you look at me with a devilish smile, kind of chuckling. 

"Seven forty five, which is in about twenty five minutes." I tell you as I look at the swatch watch you gave me for my birthday last year. 

Answering you with a seductive smile knowing that you are up to no good and getting excited thinking about the last time you surprised me. The blood rushes to my face, heat sears my loins as you press your hardness against me. I can feel my panties getting wet. 

A big smile on my face. "As usual you have everything under control." Seductive smiles meet your charming ones. 

"So what are you planning Honey?" You respond with one of your looks that promises endless teasing and pleasure. My pussy feels your words and instantly responds in moisture. 

You can see the hunger and desire in my eyes, you know I want you to take me now. As you say good bye to me, your body envelops me, you grab my breast with one hand and squeeze my pussy with the other. Feeling my warmth and dampness, you breath into my ear. 

"Be patient my kitten, I'm going to tease you and please you like never before." 

Then you walk away, leaving me breathless, hot and flustered! I can hear your evil laugh as you walk down the corridor and into the elevator. As I watch you walk away I think to myself how lucky I am to have you as a friend, lover and partner, you are the very best!

Blissful sighs as I get back to work. My co-workers tease me all shift because you managed once again to catch me off guard. And last time I swore to them I wouldn't let you make me turn all red, hot and bothered in front of them.

You have the POWER! My colleagues are looking at me giggling. I get this feeling that something is amiss, something is going on that I don't know about.

I look at Cheryl and I ask her. "What's going on, are you in cahoots with him on something?" 

She can't answer me, her patient is moaning out in agony, time for Stadol shot. She runs into the room. I tend to my patients.    A few hours later I get another page to the desk, I'm so wrapped up in my patients that I forget about the last page. I walk to the desk and I see you again dressed to the T and carrying a garment bag.

"What is this about?" I ask under my breath. My smile radiates as I get closer to you thinking to myself how awesome you are, how handsome, and how much I love you. My panties are wet again just from seeing you! 

You walk up to me and hand me the garment bag, "Go change Lis, we have dinner reservations." 

And I think to myself Oh my god! There's that wicked smile of yours again. My heart is racing now, I'm so excited. 

I look over to Cheryl just as she is looking at you, then I know. You have gone behind my back, and deviously planned this scheme.

Cheryl just looks at me and smiles.

"You have the rest of the night off, in fact you have tomorrow off too. And don't worry about the kids." Why would she say that about the kids I'm wondering. Oh well. I go into the locker room.   

I shower shampoo and shine, put on make-up and unzip the bag. Excited looks light up my face, my eyes opening wider, to see a beautiful, dark blue silk dress. One with a low back, short, very sexy, and very elegant. Internal dialogue. He has the BEST taste! Matching pumps, cool he thought of everything.

I walk out of the ladies room, and I can tell by the look on your face that you are thinking.

"I'm so glad I bought the blue one, its perfect with her eyes. Wow she looks beautiful" 

I smile a huge smile, a knowing smile. 

"I love you" I mouth the words as I walk up to you. You hand me your arm and say to me so gallantly. 

"Your chariot awaits My Love." I grab the roses, say goodbye to my co-workers and wink.    The night is crisp, the smell of fall is in the air, and the moon is full. You take me in your arms and kiss me passionately, deeply touching my soul, capturing it for a life time. Parked outside the hospital is a limo. 

I ask you. " I wonder who has been admitted??" 

You walk me to the limo and the driver opens the door, you rub my ass as I crawl into the back and sit down in the leather seats. You sit next to me putting your arms around me and holding me close. 

"Oh, honey, you are spoiling me rotten, I love it!" 

"Thank you honey!"

Now where are we going?" 

A chuckle resonates in the back of the limousine. "Its a surprise Lis, sit back and enjoy." 

You run your hand up and down my leg, inside my thigh to my wetness and you slide your fingers inside me as your lips bore down upon mine, owning me with a deeper kiss. 

"I am going to tantalize you tonight." 

I spread my legs opening myself up to you and return your passionate kisses. The car takes off...     

On the way to the restaurant in the limo you have your hand between my legs and I am purring in your ear, rubbing your belly, my hand wandering down lower to your pants. Unzipping them but not letting my fingertips graze the plump head of your thick shaft. 

I want to tease you. I lick your lips with my tongue, then nibble on your ear lobes. 

Then I slide my finger deep inside me and gently dab it on your bottom lip only to lick it off of you before you get a chance to taste it. I kiss you deeply then you taste me as you do you plunge three fingers inside me. 

I rub the outside of your pants feeling you get harder, loving to the feel of you. Harder you thrust, you can feel my pussy squeezing your fingers my hips are moving back and forth to meet your thrusts. I am very aroused, my nipples are hard, and my eyes are dilating. 

"Lis, you are so beautiful when you are turned on." 

"Oh god, oh god! You are the only man who can make me feel like this. Honey, I am so hot for you, god I want you so bad!"

You are in between my legs now, raising my dress above my hips, I have no panties on and you can smell me you begin to kiss the inside of my thighs. 

I moan out loud as I feel your tongue gliding along my silky thigh, barely touching my soft lips. I lean back and spread my legs wide open, playing with my clit, you move my hand away and suck the juices off my fingers. 

"No my Goddess, let me." 

You bury your face into my essence, delving your tongue and tasting my nectar. Tongue fucking me as your fingers artfully circle my magic button, I am moaning out in pleasure.

"Oh yes that feels so good, oh, fingers, more, more!" 

Your finger trades places with your tongue, the tip of your tongue dancing on my clit, suckling it, nibbling it as your fingers thrust and pound into me. Your head raises. 

"Cum for me my Goddess, show me how much your love your humble servant." 

My hips are moving, my breathing and moans louder now as I get closer to climax. 

"Oh, Oh, oh, don't stop don't stop more, please more!". 

Harder, faster you pound feeling my cervix sucking your fingers 

"I am so close, I want to suck your cock when I cum, please, I beg you!" 

"Please let me suck your cock!" 

My love juices flowing all over your face, my sweetness sticky on your lips, my clit hard you are suckling on it. You make it easy for me to grab your swollen cock, and my mouth goes down on you fast, taking all of you into my mouth. 

I can feel you throbbing as my tongue licks and circles you pounding the back of my throat, as your fingers pound my cervix. 

"Oh I'm going to cum." 

You can hear me moaning as I suck your thick hard cock, my mouth stretched, my hands cupping and fondling your balls. My head bobbing faster now taking you into my mouth to the base of you, almost gagging as I taste your sweet pre cum. 

Your finger and tongues delight and pleasuring me to the heights of ecstasy. I cum all over you in waves, gushing juices you are sucking up. Hungrily I suck your cock, faster, deeper and harder.

I feel you close, I want your cum all over my face. All over my lips, I want to watch you watch me as you cum.

You sit up and I kneel between your legs. 

"Please My Lord and Master, let me worship you please, bless me with your love show me how much you love me." 

"Cum all over my face let me suck the cum out of you." 

I grab your hard cock, I lick and suck your balls taking your hardness into my hot steamy mouth, sucking and licking as I go down on you. Up and down sucking, harder and faster taking you deeper and deeper down my throat. 

"Oh!" I moan out, as my desires are burning again. 

"I get so turned on sucking on your cock. I love your cock, I worship it as if it was my God, you are my God. It is my only desire to love, honor and obey you."

Your hips pumping into my face now hard and fast, your are holding my head, holding my hair.

"Oh, Lisa, my baby doll, that feels so good, be a good lil cumslut and take all of my steamy seed." 

"Fuck my face! Oh, please Fuck my face!" 

I am making love to your cock, with so much passion, showing you how much I love you.

"Cum all over my face please! " 

Throbbing rigid rod in my mouth, my pussy dripping juices on the leather seat under me, my head and mouth ramming down on your cock. Faster and deeper. I feel it coming. I can taste it. Squirting on my face, hot shots of your love. 

Opening my mouth obediently for you, splashing my lips and my tongue. Streams of ropey semen speckled over my checks and neck, warming it.

Licking up every drop then when you are spent you lick the cum off my face and kiss me deeply so passionately and we hold each other and you whisper to me. 

"I love you Lisa, I want you to be happy, I want you to know how special you are to me." 

"Oh honey, I love you too! You are so special to me too." Big smiles and more passionate kissing. 

"So what restaurant are you taking me to??" 

"Seafood babe, your favorite."



My First Story



He was quite nervous. What sane person wouldn't be? He'd been communicating via email and phone with a lady he'd never met. Amanda, even her name turned him on. After several months she finally agreed to meet him in person. The time, place, and preparations were all her choosing. "Yeah," he though, "I must be just a little bit crazy."

The time and place was easy enough. Just a small out of the way restaurant near the river. He'd been there before. The harder part was the instructions she'd sent him. 

"Completely shaved, dressed smartly in slacks with no underwear," she'd stated with little noticeable emotion. She went on to describe in detail a leather leash she wanted him to create.  She told him it was to be tied securely to his cock and left to hang out of the zipper. When they finally met he was to give her the loose end of the leash to signify his willingness to submit.

He'd made all the preparations and tied the leash in place as best he could. He had to admit the cool and comfortable feeling of going without underwear was something he would start doing more regularly. He'd never felt so free. 

He arrived too early at the restaurant. He knew he would appear desperate. He wanted to appear punctual. He would always choose the appearance of desperation over being late. 

An important point occurred to him.

She'd asked for several pictures of him in in varied stages of undress. As her power over him increased she demanded photos of him in lewd and compromising situations. He'd never even seen her face. She might already be here looking at him and he wouldn't have the slightest idea. 

He opened the car door and started towards the entrance of the restaurant. As he approached he noticed a very good looking couple walking in as well. 

The lady was stunning. She wore a black dress that wrapped her body like a second skin. The neckline was nearly to her navel and did little to hide her ample breasts. Her hair was a deep red and piled high on her head. As he took in her shoes he had to catch his breath. They weren't especially high, it was the black buckle around her ankles that took his mind soaring. 

Her man was impressive in another way all together. He was dressed smartly in a black silk shirt and khakis. His shoes were a cross between loafers and sandals. He looked as though he might have been on vacation near the beach.

Sam held the door for them. As the lady passed she locked eyes with him and said "Ahh, a gentleman". 

He smiled and continued to hold the door for her man. As he passed, they never broke eye contact. 

As he followed them inside he let the door close and was thankful the place appeared to be empty.

Soon he noticed that the gorgeous woman was staring at him. He wondered if he'd been caught checking her out. "It would certainly explain her husband staring me down," he thought a bit smugly.   

He then began to wonder if she could somehow tell he wasn't wearing underwear. "Was it possible the leather leash was visible?" he considered, panic rising in his chest. 

He smiled nervously every time he caught her eye. He would always quickly shift his gaze. Her eyes never left him. "This woman is not intimidated at all," he thought with a pang of jealousy.  

He strained to find something to look at. He feigned interest in the decor so it didn't seem as though he were staring. He checked his watch and began to wonder if she had decided not to show. To his amazement, the beauty with the red hair and black dress began to walk towards him. He couldn't take his eyes off her. As if by magic, she was standing before him. 

"Sam, do you have something for me?" She asked. 

All at once the world is spinning. She is amazingly beautiful. She's been toying with him from the start. In his wildest dreams he never pictured a beauty such as this being interested in him. He felt a wave of emotion and arousal swelling within him. 

There was another feeling as well; surprise. She was not alone. His eyes first flashed towards the man she was with and then to her outreached hand. He saw the ring. They were married. 

She saw the look on his face and gently said "yes dear, we are married, but I need you to make your decision." 

Before he realized he was moving, his hand was in the pocket. He retrieved the loose end of the leash and handed it to her. 

"Very nice," she said. She then leaned in to kiss his cheek. "You belong to me now, I make the rules, you follow them." 

A shiver went up his spine as one fingernail gently traced the edge of his ear.

She turned and pulling him by the leash, walked towards her husband. 

He couldn't help but follow. 

The three of them approached the table. "Thank goodness," he thought. The table was in the back corner of the restaurant. The light seemed even dimmer here. He started to relax.

Her husband, staring deep into his eyes, pulled his lovely wife's chair out. 

She sat down and patted the chair beside her.  

Sam wasted no time in sitting down. He watched as she wrapped the slack in the leash around her wrist. 

"Steve, this is Sam, he's decided he wants to submit to us." She made the declaration in the same tone one would use while referring to the weather. 

The word "Us" struck him like a bolt of lightening. He was suddenly recalling all of the fantasies he'd shared with her. All the things she'd coerced him into saying. All of his deep dark secrets laid before her. All of this came rushing back in an instant.

She smiled at his expression. She'd prompted him to give her increasingly detailed fantasies. All the while pushing his limits, making plans to use his words against him. 

She smiled wider at the realization on his face. She finished the introduction by saying "you two will be very close." She gave a quick tug on the leash and raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow as if to say; "You don't believe me?"

He hadn't noticed the server as she approached and asked if they were ready to order. 

"Yes" his fantasy become flesh stated. "We will be having the pasta, a Caesar Salad, and a bottle of your best red wine." 

The server turned and walked away without another word. "Strange" Sam thought.

The quiet was thick enough to cut with a knife. He considered making small talk but couldn't clear his mind of all the things he'd told her.

She sat there watching him, her eyes never faltering. She was enjoying her slave's discomfort. From time to time she would raise her eyes as if to say; "Something to say?"

He knew how silly he would sound if he tried to make small talk. He didn't trust his nervous voice and rapid heartbeat not to betray him.

She reached for his napkin. She took it laid it open across his lap. Her hand then slid along the length of the leash. She used it like a guidepost to get to what she wanted. Her eyes were again locked on his as she found the zipper and lowered it.

He braved a quick glance across the table at Steve. 

He was watching every move. His smile never changed. 

Once she had his slacks unzipped, she pulled the leash until his cock was pulled completely out. Were it not for the napkin, his cock would be clearly visible to anyone. She did all of this without saying a word and then stared into his eyes. 

"Better?" She asked, again bringing her full red lips within inches of his neck.

He didn't know how to respond. He sat dumbfounded, unable to speak. 

She reached under the napkin and began to draw little circles on the head of his cock with her fingernail. 

He could feel his pre-cum making the task easier.

She brought her hand out from under the napkin. She raised her finger to his lips.

He opened them without hesitation. 

As she coated his lips and tongue with his seed she warmly stated, "I asked you if that were better." 

"Yes Ma'am" he responded in a hoarse voice. He was getting increasingly nervous. Her actions and words were causing his cock to stiffen. He feared the napkin would fall at any moment. 

"You might want to keep him under control Sam, no telling who might be watching," she said with a grin using her eyes to point to his lap.

The server arrived with their dinner. She looked at him a little longer than one would expect. She peeked into his lap as she placed his plate on the table. He was sure he'd heard her make a knowing sound. His heart again began to race.

When she returned with the wine, she stood next to him. He could feel her eyes on him. He didn't dare look at her while she waited for Steve to test the wine.

He felt Amanda's hand find its way back under the napkin. She rubbed the whole length of this cock. She made no attempt to hide her intentions or movements. 

The server took her time pouring their wine and making sure everything was to their liking. She was really just finding reasons to stay and enjoy the show. 

"Thank you Nina but I think we have everything well in hand." Amanda stated this with a touch of humor. Her hand continuing its sensual assault on his throbbing flesh. 

"I would say so," Nina said, as she walked away from the table.  

Steve broke the ice as they began to eat. He started making small talk as if they were just a group of friends having a meal.

Sam actually began to relax and became interested in the conversation. He still struggled to maintain focus, thanks largely to Amanda.

She never let much time pass between tugging his leash or stroking his cock. She kept him fully erect. She meant to keep him aroused. As if her black dress, which did nothing to hide her breasts wasn't enough. 

She'd caught him staring at her several times and would make a 'tsk tsk' sound each time. She would then lean so that her dress would open further, daring him to look.  

As Nina was clearing our plates she asked if we'd be having dessert. She had again positioned herself in order to have an open view of my lap. She no longer tried to hide the fact that she was looking. 

"We most certainly will, but not here." Amanda said, again with a touch of humor. She placed her hand on the napkin and tucked his cock in leaving the outline of it throbbing and clearly defined. 

She then stood and kissed Nina's cheek. "Thank you for taking such good care of us, you're the reason we come here."

She then bent forward, allowing her dress to fall away from her body, giving me an unobstructed view of her breasts and erect nipples.

"Pay the check Sam, and make sure you leave Nina a very generous tip." As she said this she stood and turned towards Steve. She unwrapped the leash from her wrist and handed the end to her husband unworried about who might have noticed.  

All three of us followed her with our eyes as she walked towards the ladies room. 

Nina laid the check on the table in front of me. She made no attempt to hide the fact that she was staring at my cock as I tried to retrieve my wallet. 

While I was gingerly trying to accomplish this, Steve began to tug on the leash. "She didn't want you running off" he said and continued a series of tugs and releases. 

His actions caused my cock to bounce in my lap and this definitely had Nina's attention. 

He was basically stroking my cock with the leather wrapped around it. He was enjoying himself as he tormented me. 

I somehow managed to pull my wallet out and was removing the cash. Both my hands were busy and I felt the napkin start to slide off my lap.  

It started to drop in slow motion but soon sped up. Before I could react the base was exposed along with the first loop of the leash.

I pulled the napkin back quickly. Blushing and fumbling with my wallet and the cash. 

Nina sucked in a quick breath and made a sound of disappointment. 

Steve laughed a little and thankfully stopped his tugging.

I laid three one hundred dollar bills on the check and then held them out to Nina. I figured a ninety dollar tip was generous in anyone's book. 

Nina stared at my hand and then looked into my eyes. "Let me see it," she said, no hint of a question. 

I looked to Steve who smiled and began tugging on the cord once more.

I looked into Nina's eyes for the first time and didn't know what to do. 

"Let me see it," she said again, making it clear she was not making a request.

I again looked to Steve who's smile had changed somehow. He never slowed his tugging and changed the movement so that my cock began to bounce aggressively.

"I told you twice," she said and tore the napkin from my lap before I had a chance to respond. 

"Hmmmmm," she purred while taking in the sight.

For a second I froze and then quickly covered myself. I started to put my cock back into my pants but Nina stopped me.

"I wouldn't recommend that boy," she said with a smile. "Now, let me see it." I moved my hands just enough to give her what she wanted. 

Steve pulled up on the leash and held it there causing my cock to stand at attention.

I wasn't sure what would happen next. I had no idea what to do. 

Thankfully my Mistress returned, she laughed as she sat down and took the leash from her husband.  "Steve, you're so mean," she said teasing him. 

"What do you think?" She asked of Nina. She held my cock in her hands as if offering it for inspection. 

Nina reached out and ran her hand up and down the length and then pinched the head between her fingers milking pre-cum from the slit. "I think he's going to be a whole lot of fun Amanda." She then put her fingers to her lips, tasted the pearl liquid and said, "yeap, I think you're going to really enjoy this one."

I couldn't move. I am not even sure if I was breathing. 

Amanda pushed my cock back into my slacks and zipped them up. Without a word she stood and headed for the door pulling me by my leash as she went. 

I was sure everyone in the place could see my cock sticking straight out and her leading me like a pet. The interesting thing is I didn't care.

Amanda and Steve walked towards the exit with me following close behind. My eyes traced up and down her back and I was again amazed at how beautiful she was. 

She looked over her shoulder and again caught me looking. She smiled knowingly and pushed her way through the door.

Outside they led me to their car. It was a nice large sedan. Amanda opened the rear door and motioned for me to get in. 

I slid in and over to the far side of the seat.

She climbed in next to me. 

The situation changed quickly and dramatically.

Before the door was even closed she said "Strip!" She pulled firmly on the leash to let me know she meant it.

I pulled off my shoes, socks, pants and shirt in what felt like a single movement.

"Much better," she said turning to look forward as if she were on a Sunday drive. 

It was then that the realization set in. I was really going to do this. I was submitting to both of them. A shiver went up my spine, fear or excitement, I simply couldn't tell.

Her hand reached over and held my cock. We drove in silence, her hand squeezing and releasing me. 

End of part 1. Please leave feedback and I will be posting part 2 very soon.



My First Story...



My First Story (Not My First Slip)

I'm a professional. I'm not going to talk about what I do. So far I will just tell you that I'm a busy professional. A woman, by the way. In my thirties. Well, not yet, but I feel like I'm in my thirties. My first language is not English, so please forgive any mistakes.

I'm writing this because I need to talk to someone about my sexual life. Why I can't talk to a friend?. Well, unfortunately, my closest friends are many miles away from me at this moment. And... I have a husband.

It's not that my husband does not know I'm cheating on him. He knows. It's just that I don't want to hurt him anymore.

Let's get straight to the point. I want to tell you about my last adventure. I went to a meeting. I can't give you many details; somehow I'm scared that my husband will find about this. Needless to say he did not travel with me.

So we were at this meeting. What a place! Exotic location. Delicious food. Such nice people, such interesting professionals! I was on a cloud all the time; this time I was the star. My work is real good and I'm quite attractive. And my profession is still dominated by man: this means it's really easy for me to pick up.

So here I am. At the party. Surrounded by men that are constantly hitting on me. And I am a very sexual person. So just give me a little bit of alcohol and I'm done. I will forget I am married. I will hunt my prey. And I will not rest till I get it. My pray has been set. I want him. Not a different man. Not today.

I know he likes me. He hitted on me some years ago. I'm older now, but I'd say I'm more attractive now. I have starting dressing a little bit better, and I lost some weight. What about him. My goodness, he is so young. I do remember him quite well: I remember his beautiful eyes and his charming smile. He is sweet, but very masculine despite being so young. More details? He is French. He is usually quite serious, but today he is feeling happy and he is having fun, talking to everyone. He is dancing in a very sensual way.

So I approach him. He likes me, but I can feel he is not in a hurry to go to bed with me. Actually, he is not in a hurry at all. So I am scared that he may NOT WANT to lay with me! In fact, my first approach did not work. I went straight towards him, but after the "hello," someone came to talk to me and the next thing I now he is on the dance floor again. Why? I am beginning to lose confidence in myself. Let's go for another beer. No. Let's go after him. I have to leave early in the morning and I better not waste my time. "hey, you still have beautiful eyes." That was the only thing I could tell him. I know it sounds ridiculous; a man will never get me by saying that.

But... hum! it works! look at his smile. OK, finally he realizes. I want to go to bed with you, you idiot! (that's what I think, not what I say). But he gets it. So we walk out of the disco. A few man look at me, disappointed.

Without talking, we walk till we find a dark corner. Actually, it is really late: sun will rise soon. So let's not waste more time! He kisses me. I like his kissing. He is kissing me all over. I love what he does to my neck. I am wearing a shirt, a skirt, boots. My shirt is easy to lift. He suddenly pulls my bra and kisses my nipples. Now he is not that sweet anymore. He is quite aggressive! He is licking and biting my nipple. But I like it: it does not hurt. Well, that nipple is starting to hurt a little bit. So let's move him away from there. Kiss him in the mouth. Deep. mmmmmm...

Now HE is in a hurry. What did I do with my skirt? Oh, I see, it's suddenly around my waist. He is lowering my panties. I am not wearing tights; now I think it was a good idea not to put them on. Because it is really easy to get my panties out of the way. I am not drunk: I know we are in a corner, not a locked room. We are far from the disco, but still, anybody could see us! I am suddenly scared. But he is not. And that desire in his eyes is contagious. So I unfasten his jeans and lower his underpants in a couple of seconds. My lord! that thing is hard. Well, he IS young. It's been a long time since I touch something that hard.

He puts me against the wall. Fortunately, he is a little bit shorter than me. So he will be able to penetrate me easily. Ouch! It does hurt a little bit. But... my goodness... it was worth the pain. Oh yeah. Young men. I had almost forgotten about it. After some minutes of unbelievable pleasure I am starting to feel a little bit tired of this position. Let's go to the floor. We are not talking, but he knows I want to move. So he takes his awesome penis out, and sits in the floor. "Ride me," he says. Quite classical. He wants me to do the job.

I am obedient. So I ride him. Yes! it feels good. He is so good-looking. So young, so attractive, so French. He likes the way I move; he is smiling and gently touching my breasts. "you have beautiful eyes," I whisper while panting. He laughs. He likes me riding him. Oh shit. He likes it so much... I feel him ejaculate.

The sun is up. We better get dressed fast. "I am married," I state, ridiculously gravely. He smiles again. Kisses me softly. I am not feeling that guilty.



My First Story and My New Master



As I laid down in my bed after hrs. of talking to my new Master. I laid in complete silence legs still trembling from the multiple orgasms he had let me have. My heart sank deep into my chest every time I thought back on agreeing to 13 days of being his dirty little slave. I start to breath harder struggling to keep my breath. Terrified of letting him give me what I know I've always wanted. I was raised in a household where sex was dirty and never spoke of. Not understanding why something I wanted so bad was so wrong.

All the yrs. I had laid there dreaming of these fantasies while I pleasured myself. Knowing these are just fantasies. I will never fulfill them. I'm not one of those girls but here was my kind but stern Master. Here to give me everything I wanted. Then my heavy breathing turns to a very calm smile. As I think back to his soft rough voice. My pussy starts to throb. I think to myself could I really have another... orgasm tonight. At that moment I spread my legs far apart opening my white Egyptian cotton robe. The room was a tad bit warm but the fan over the top of the bed was blowing a nice cool breeze. Feeling the cool rush of air hit my pussy and breast. My nipples became stiff and hard in just a few seconds. I massage them slowly but squeezed them firmly. As the cool breeze tickled and teased my already wet pussy.

The words of my Master running threw my head. Wondering what he is going to do to me next. I close my eyes and picture him between my legs and that cool breeze is him softly blowing on my pussy lips. My hands went from my breast slowly down my stomach to the top of my pussy. As the excitement grew I used my legs to raise my pussy in the air. Wanting the breeze to rush over my clit. Almost silently begging my Master for more pleasure. Opening my pussy lips with my fingertips. I feel the cool air hit my soaking wet pussy. Brushing softly against my clit. I run my hands down the inside of my thighs to my knees pushing them out and down. Making me fall back down onto the bed. Then back up to my pussy.

I take my right pointer finger and run it between my lips. Just on the outside. Feeling my juices drip down the crack of my ass. Then I push my finger between my swollen lips. Running it slowly from bottom to top. Thinking to myself what would Master want me to do. I teased my clit. Flickering it from side to side. My hand was soaked. When I could hear Master in my head. Telling me to taste it. I take my finger out of my pussy and start sucking like I would his dick. Pumping it in and out of my mouth. Twirling my tongue around the tip of my finger. As my other hand caressed my left breast. Could taste my sweet hot juices on my finger. I moaned for him. I wanted to feel him, taste him. Heat waves pulsed over my body. Images of his dirty blonde hair on my breast as he kisses his way up. His perfectly shaped lips touch mine. As his hand gently but forcefully grips my neck. Race threw my mind. I moan for my Master again. This time a little louder than before. I glance over to my vibrators on the bed next to me. I grab the stronger one. Turning it on high and pressing it directly on my clit. Pulling my pussy lips far apart till my body starts to twitch.

I take it off immediately. I know Master would want me to tease myself. I don't know how much more I can take tho. I leave the vibrator on high. pressing it against my clit then raising it up. My body would push my clit out trying to follow the vibrations every time I raised it up. Then I started doing circles around my clit then half circles and pulled the vibrator away. Then I directed it down and slid it into my tight pussy. Feeling my pussy stretch over my toy. I start fucking myself with it. Moaning to the point of screaming. For my master to come fuck his slave. To punish me for having these orgasms without him. My dirty little secret was his punishments were more like rewards for me. As I lay there the orgasms rush threw me. I'm shaking all over. I can barely remember to breath. All I can think about is Master's thick cock inside me. I can feel the curves of his cock on my pussy walls.... Every vain. I can feel him stiffening more inside me. As I reach my final orgasm. I feel the juices pour out of my trembling body imagining they are his. From him shooting his load deep within my pussy. Flooding my pussy walls as we cum together. My pussy still throbbing I find myself moaning myself to sleep. Excited about what Master has in store for me today.