0 comments/ 28104 views/ 4 favorites A Little Kink By: snooker123 A little something on the kinkier side Joan kept looking at her watch, a bus passed by spewing thick black smoke. It hung in the air long after it passed. It's acrid smell assaulting her delicate nasal passages. She hoped and feared that he was on that bus, but it sped by, continuing its mad journey along the broken and pothole filled roads. It was the wrong side of town for her, alleyways and questionable people lurking in shop doorways had her on edge. Her little car was parked down the street out of the way and in what she hoped was a good neighborhood. That part of town had been picked for their meeting because no one would spot her there. The seedy little shops and filthy dark streets would hide her from knowing eyes. A man in with a blue hooded sweat top and black jeans passed her, he looked at her and smiled in a most feral way. It was probably her clothing; she wished she had dressed less conservatively. The classy white suit was perfect for the other side of town where snooty women concerned with high fashion dotted the streets and demanded the attention of powerful gentlemen. The man she waited for was not a gentleman, she didn't know how to classify him really, but a gentleman; surely he was not. Joan looked down at her high heel pumps, not the type she would normally wear, in fact the type she never wore. The pumps were the only thing giving away her mission, the snooty white outfit, hid what the mission was about. A bead of sweat ran down her face, and she hurriedly wiped it away. No one would see her sweat, not even him, especially not him. She had to stay composed; in control of things, she couldn't afford to let her fear get in the way. Any fear at all and he might drag her all the way down into a cesspool of shame and wanting. A piece of paper floated gently on the slight breeze, bringing with it the smell of baked bread, heady foreign cooking and something unfamiliar, that only the more colorful side of town could boast. Joan's eyes checked for any movement and when she was sure she didn't have anyone's attention, reached inside the prim white jacket and under the flimsy silk top to adjust the lacy black bra. It was itchy and she wished he hadn't demanded she wear it. She felt her own breast; the meaty tissue throbbed slightly, when she touched it. The nipples hardened and she withdrew her hand. The last conversation they had played back like a movie in her head. "So you've come back too play," he said. His rugged face coming in view on the webcam, his eyes held promises, so many promises, of the kind that had been swept away by other men. "Yes, I guess I did, do you have a game in mind?" "I do, but I won't play unless you do what I ask. Agreed?" That familiar little thrill went down her spine and her legs went all spongy. She felt a dull ache deep in her gut; it spread down further not quite reaching her pussy. "Yes, alright, I'll do as you wish." There was nothing more too say, she waited for his instruction. "Good girl, but remember just one denial and I'm gone, understand?" he was reaching for something and was temporarily out of view. "Yes, alright, I understand." Damn what the hell, was she was thinking? It wasn't with her brain obviously. It was his demeanor, his demand for total attention. His eyes had a depth; an understanding of what it was she craved. His face loomed back into the cam. Behind him, she could make out a leather couch and what she thought might be a book shelf. The thought of him reading books stuck in her mind. She tucked the information safely away, along with the tiny other bits of information she'd gleaned of him so far. "Pop one of those titties out, and let's have a look." Their conversations had come this far and she didn't hesitate to undo her shirt and pop a beast out of her bra. "Nice baby, real nice, now stroke it for me." Joan closed her eyes and stroked her own breast. "Ok, nice; now tweak the nipple, twirl it around a little." Eyes still closed, she did as she was told, it helped to keep her eyes closed and not face him directly. She could imagine then that it was him doing these things. "Yes, that's good; keep it up, a little harder now. Harder! When I say harder; pinch it till it just hurts." He watched her closely, biding his time, enjoying her show. "Yes yes, now bring out the other and do both. That's it; a little rougher now, tug at them, pull the nipples, yes, feels nice doesn't it?" Her breath came a little faster; she knew what he would ask next. "Stand up, get the shirt and bra off." He waited while she partly undressed. "Nice, now turn around and slid them pants down, stop when there at your knees." He watched, and his own breath came heavier more ragged. The hot little bitch was good looking, and her ass peeking through the panties was making him sweat. "Turn back, face me, look at me and pull down the panties, just to your knees." Joan pulled her panties down too, she wanted to look away, but his eyes held her gaze and she was compelled to do as he said. The moisture between her legs felt slick and wet. "Did you shop? Like I asked?" "Yes," she said almost in a whisper. That had been hard, going into the seedy little adult shop far from her home. She couldn't order online because her husband would have seen the package and questions would have arisen. She remembered going into the shop, and seeing the little girl behind the counter, she couldn't have been much more than 18 and it was obvious by her attire that sex toys were nothing new. She felt like a stranger and wanted to run, she'd never bought a toy before and the things on the selves were exciting her. Two men were browsing in different parts of the store and she waited a long time for them too leave before picking up the double ended large dildo, that he asked her to buy. She had hidden it deep in the closet so her husband wouldn't find it. It had looked intimidating, but just looking; had turned her on. "Good, how did it make you feel, buying something so, shall we say 'naughty'?" "I was terrified, Robert would find it, and it's big and so intimidating, I felt like a tramp and I was so turned on looking at it." "And have you used it?" "No, I... I couldn't it's so big..." "Yes I see, now, take those pants and panties all the way off, and go get it." Again he watched her bend over to remove the remaining clothing, and then enjoyed the view of her ass fading away to retrieve the toy. Joan rummaged in the closet; her whole body was shaking with expectation. When she finally dug it out, it appeared even bigger and longer than before, it was just an illusion, she told herself, it only seemed that way because she knew he would make her use it... He watched her face come back in view and smiled with a mouthful of amazingly white teeth. She looked worried, almost like she might bolt, and never come back. He knew better though, she would stay and play because he could make her cum, he could make her want, and he could fill her fantasies. "Let me see it, hold it up, Ah yes good choice, do you know what it will feel like when it's up; both your ass and your pussy? You want to find out don't you? Go get some lube and come back here quickly." Joan thoughts came to a sudden halt, when another bus screeched its brakes and stopped a few feet away. She almost melted, her legs were so weak she didn't think she could keep standing, she knew he would be on that bus, knew she would follow him into a seedy little hotel. Up an unknown stairway full of strange smells and noises...Shit time to run forever or have her deepest darkest fantasies fulfilled by a man who could make her do things even she didn't know existed. It was too late, he was there, in front of her, taking her hand and leading her down the street. Nick Emery, her secret online lover, was walking them to the Royal Hotel, on the wrong side of town. The man behind the counter studied the two; for a minute longer than what was comfortable; again she kicked herself for wearing the snooty up town suit. Nick didn't seem concerned and took the offered key. He hoisted the bag he carried over his shoulder and led them to the stair well. Few words were spoken while they climbed the stairs, and Joan's attention was more on the creepy unkempt staircase and the noises drifting down from above. A cry of pain, an eerie laugh, a cough; human and electronic sounds all drifting and mingling together, subtle noises of human interaction caught her imagination. Nick open the door with a little shake of the key, it seemed to stick. She remembered that sound as the key turned and the locking mechanism snickered softly, amused that the room had brought another into its depths. "Might as well make your self at home, I'll make us a drink." Joan looked around, it wasn't like home, but the bed did seem clean. There were extra pillows at the end, but the slips looked out of place, they didn't match the sterile white of the sheets peeking from under the covers. They were bright gaudy red and she wondered who on earth decorated the rooms. Ugly wallpaper covered half the room; the rest was painted a dull yellow. The tiny night table was chipped and the bottom piece of wood was hanging by a hair. The T.V looked newer, but the shelf it sat on was scratched and the wood faded. She silently, thanked a higher being that she had bathed and was ready for sex. She wouldn't have to use the bathroom other than to maybe freshen up. Joan watched Nick unpack the bag he had carried, her stomach clenched into to tight little knots when he pulled the toys from the sack. "Joan, if you would, there's an ice machine just down the hall, Will you fill this? He asked handing her the plastic ice bucket. She was grateful for something to do and take her eyes away from what she saw coming out of the bag. She knew what the plan was, but seeing those things, and knowing she would be feeling them on and in her body was unnerving. Their last conversation, snuck back into her head, he had told her to turn her chair around so her when she bent over it her ass was in view. She had been afraid then, afraid she wouldn't be able to do as he said. It was stupid really; a stranger telling her what to do, she could have ended it then, just switched off the computer and never talk to him again. But she didn't and bent over the chair showing her ass to him. She thought of how the dildo had felt sliding into her pussy, it was big and filled her passage in a painful, but crazy stimulating way. "Joan, you alright out there, we just need ice not the whole machine." "Yes sorry coming." She put away her thoughts and walked back to the room, it was time, time to see if what she thought she wanted really was what she wanted. She felt kind of spoiled in a way. Joan didn't imagine very many women got to do what she was about too. Nick put ice into their drinks and handed one to Joan, "here drink this and we'll get started." Joan downed the drink; she was eager to start, or else back out completely her nerves were racked with excitement and dread. "That's a nice suit, your wearing, but it will look even better hanging there on the chair. Take everything off except the bra and panties." Joan undressed slowly folding each item carefully, and hung the jacket on the back of the chair. "Nice, now go over there by the bed, and take the bra off nice and slow," he said sitting down watching her black lacy bra come off and her perfect little titties falling free. "Now the panties pull them down." Joan did as he said, and felt her anxiety rise. She stepped out of the panties and stood naked at the edge of the bed. "Lay down," he demanded "on your back." Joan pulled the dark blue generic bedspread off the bed; the sterile white sheets looked clean enough and she lay down, and looked up at the ceiling. The cracked white paint, long stained with patches of nicotine and a spider web in a corner reminded her of where she was. Metal hooks old and rusty hung over her head making her heart beat faster. She had a good idea what they were for, and sweat tickled her palms. She had seen the rope come from his bag; it lay inert on the filthy yellowed carpet. "Good, now move down a little and bend your knees." Joan heard a cry from somewhere above, it sounded like a women, not in pain but rather like she had enjoyed something and was voicing it, a T.V played barely audible in the room behind her. She wiggled closer to the bottom of the bed and brought her knees up, not letting them fall away to the sides. Nick smiled ever so slightly, the women on the bed was his now; her small, still firm breasts, with nipples; a soft pink in color, stood up and he saw the dimples and bumps arise on her skin. He picked a red rubber dildo and tossed it on the bed beside her, landing with a silent thump. "Pick it up and suck on It." not wanting to displease him, she put the foreign material into her mouth, it didn't taste bad, but it didn't turn her on; her pussy stayed dry and she set it down. "Here start at your neck and rub this all over, between your thighs too," he said placing a squirt bottle full of greasy thick oil within her reach. Joan sniffed at the lube; it was pleasant like a flowery musky scent. She felt the first creeping of wetness between her legs. Joan took a little in her hand and like he said; and began rubbing it into her skin. "Not like that, do it slowly; sensually, play with it, tease your self. Yes now the nipples, pull them, yes twist them a little, now down your belly. Yes yes, spread you knees, further apart, rub it in, and touch your clit. Good; pick it up, now suck it like a dick, in and out. Yes; now between those titties, down between your legs. Slip it in, in and out..." Joan's pussy was heating up then, the red rubber glided along her flesh, the thick oil mingling with her own juices. "Nice, now turn over, knees bent, that ass up high," he demanded. "Now push it in your pussy, very nice; keep it up, keep sliding it slowly in and out." Said Nick, standing then reaching for another toy; he stepped behind her, holding another dildo; it was black and provided a nice contrast to the red. Longer more tapered at the end, a large bulge in the middle and at its base. Joan felt it, but couldn't see oil dripping down to her virgin ass. She flashed back to the scene at her own computer, her bending over the chair, the huge double dildo; she pressing it into her own pussy, her juices flowing thick and wet as it had invaded her hole. He had told her to press the other end into her ass. Joan couldn't; it was too big for her virgin ass, he wasn't disappointed and instead told her they could do more when they met for the first time in the hotel... Joan felt the pressure at her anus, steady dull pressure, then sharper, tearing pain as he pushed the black rubber into her ass. Joan's hips raised and tried to push away from the object, it only caused him to be quicker and she cried out loud as it stuck home. "Relax it will stop hurting in a sec." Joan didn't move; didn't breath, the pain subsided and she continued to play with the red dildo, her pussy slick with juicy wet cum. Nick stepped back again and sat down, he liked to watch, before actively participating. The movement of her ass, complete with the black end of the dildo sticking out made his cock hard and pulse under the tight jeans. Nick picked up the rope and started to work it, light bondage was the thrill for her, having never tried anything like it with her husband. Joan said he was to vanilla and refused to even hold her hands together. Today she would get it all, he would see to it. Nick's practiced hands tied the knots while his eyes followed her hands, the red dildo easy to follow as it slid in and out of her pussy and the black dildo stayed firmly lodged in her ass. Joan's other hand played with the little nub of her clit and she was getting nicely worked up, her breath came ragged and little whimpers escaped her throat. "That's nice, keep going, cum for me now, work it baby," he gently encouraged her. Joan's hand moved faster, her finger flicked over her flesh, faster, harder, she moaned long and loud as her orgasm came, gushing fluid over the red dildo wetting the sterile white sheets. Nick took the toy from her hand, "That's good," he said touching her wet pussy, she jumped as his finger slid along the now sensitive curve of her sex. "Are your ready for the rope?" "Yes, Oh please yes," she nodded her head. He fed the rope under her pulling and tightening, her body becoming more and more immobile. Second thoughts raced through her head. She was sweating freely as the rope wound around her body and Nick stood up on the bed and fixed the rope to the hooks over her head. Joan kept her panic down as he began to lift her off the bed, her legs were pulled apart and the dildo still in her ass stung as her body was put into position. Control was lost; she couldn't do anything but hang there swinging, her legs spread, and her arms tightly at her sides. The rope slid further up the middle hook bending her more at the waist. Nick took a step back on the bed and admired his work, he was good at it. Joan was panting heavy, her eyes portrayed the fear she was feeling, fear and excitement, completely at his mercy then. Nick jumped down and took his time disrobing, making sure she could see him slowly removing clothes, his cock sprung forward as his jeans and white briefs came off. She could see the drop of moisture at the tip; it looked smooth, nicely shaped, and almost bare of hair. He stroked himself a moment his hand barely coving half of the long thick shaft. Joan's body swung gently from side to side, the rope was itchy and pinched a little at her skin, her breast's were tingling and slight pain coursed through her erect nipples. A cry escaped her lips when he hopped up behind her swinging body. Nick steadied the rope and swung her back towards him, perfect he thought as her pussy just touched his cock. He teased then; just letting the tip of his cock penetrate her wet entrance. Back and forth he swung her till she was wiggling like a worm on a hook. Nick grabbed hold of the base of the black dildo and swung her away, pulling the dildo from her ass and then back again. It slid back into her rear hole, her whole body tensed then relaxed, there was no pain. Joan closed her eyes, Nick still firmly holding the dildo swung her back and forth impaling her ass each time. She was moaning and her body visibly wanting more, her back arched and her muscle strained at the rope. Nick slid it out for the last time and tossed it to the floor. Her pussy like a flower opened before him, dripped wetness onto the bed below. He aimed carefully and swung her back onto his waiting hard cock. "Oh god yes! Oh fuck me harder, harder please," she yelled, she tried to swing herself back onto his cock, and he held her hips and rammed her back. Over and over until they both came, her screaming and thrusting her ass, him grinding to a final halt. Nick untied her and gently lowered her to the bed, he sat and she leaned back into his arms, she felt good, even though she knew the rope marks would be on her skin for a few days, she would hide them, with the conservative uptown clothes. She knew there would be more times like this and when he walked her back to her car they kissed and made plans to do it again. The end A Little Kinky My husband had made a new friend at work and wanted to invite him over for dinner on weekend. I agreed and he set it up for Saturday evening. I worked all afternoon preparing a nice dinner of roast duck and about 4 pm, made the final preparations and then went to take a shower and get dressed. Dan arrived promptly at 6 pm and my husband introduced us. I was pleasantly surprised to see that he was young with a very athletic build. His arms were huge and it was obvious that he worked out regularly. I remember thinking that if his cock was as big as his arms, I would love to see it. My hubby hadn't said anything about what his intentions were for the night so I assumed that we were just going to have a quiet dinner and enjoy each other's company. I served drinks and we chatted briefly before dinner. "So Dan" I said. "I have never seen you at the office before. How long have you worked there?" "I just started 2 weeks ago" he replied. "It is so nice of you two to invite me here tonight. I am new to the area and don't have any friends, but I hope that will change very quickly." He smiled at me as he made that statement and I felt a slight chill run up my spine. I had no idea why I felt that way and I just shook it off. I served dinner and received plenty of compliments from both of the men. After dinner, I cleaned off the table while Dan and my hubby relaxed with another drink in the living room. When I finished in the kitchen, I headed for the living room and heard a familiar sound of a female moaning as I reached the entrance. I looked at the television and saw that my husband had started a porn tape and there was a beautiful blond getting double penetrated by two well hung studs. "Enjoying the movie?" I asked with a smile. "You bet my" hubby replied, "Dan here says he hasn't watched a porno in a long time and I thought he might enjoy your favorite tape." I blushed a little when he said that because of the content of the tape. The whole thing is short scenes of women getting double penetrated by cocks, toys, veggies, and combinations thereof. "This is your favorite porno tape?" Dan inquired. "Sure is" I replied. "I love to watch a hot woman get it in both holes." I think that remark surprised Dan and my husband spoke up and said "She likes to do more that just watch it. She loves taking on two cocks." Dan smiled and sat back to continue watching the movie. I sat on the couch beside my husband and began to watch the movie. I would frequently glance over at Dan who seemed to be a little uncomfortable watching the movie with me in the room. I also noticed that he had a large bulge in his pants. "Maybe I was right" I thought. It sure does look like his cock is large. I was getting horny watching another blonde taking a huge cock in her pussy and some girl fucking her ass with a dildo. I leaned over to my hubby and told him that if this movie continued much longer, someone was going to have to fuck me. With that, the moved his hand to my chest and started rubbing my tits. My nipples were already hard and poking through my bra but his attention was making them even harder. I could feel my pussy was already wet and I began to unbutton my blouse to allow my husband better access to my tits. "Are we going to let Dan over there to fend for himself?" I asked my hubby. "That is up to you my dear but I don't thing he will be able to stand too much more" he said. I stood up, finished unbuttoning my blouse and let it drop to the floor. "Dan, I think we need some help over here" I moaned in the sexiest voice I could muster. Dan looked over at me and smiled as he got out of the chair and moved in my direction. As he approached, I removed my skirt and was standing there in my heels and soaking wet thong panties. When he got in front of me, I pulled him to me and kissed him deeply. Our tongues explored each other's mouths and we were still kissing when I felt my husband slide his fingers in the waistband on my panties and slide them down. I lifted my legs to allow him to take them off and then kicked off my shoes. They both helped me back on the couch and I soon felt two mouths on my tits, nibbling and sucking my hard nipples. Dan was on my right and my hubby on the left and I felt Dan's hand between my legs. His fingers found my clit and I came as soon as he touched it. "My we have a hot one here" he said. "You haven't seen nothing yet my friend" my husband replied. "This lovely woman will do anything you want so let's give her a night to remember." Dan's fingers were working on my clit and he grabbed it between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it lightly and I came very hard. He continued to do this for a few minutes then inserted a finger into my soaking wet pussy. I let out a moan as his finger found my spot and he began to finger fuck me. My hubby was sucking on one tit and pinching the nipple on the other. "Somebody better give me a cock to suck on" I moaned. In a flash, my husband removed his clothes and stuck his cock into my mouth. I removed his cock and told him to hold that thought. I moved around on the couch and laid on my back so that my head was hanging over the arm. "Now let the games begin" I said just before he replaced his hard cock into my mouth. I let my head fall back as far as it could and felt him slide his cock deep in my throat. I felt the finger leave my pussy and heard a belt buckle and zipper and knew that Dan was getting undressed. I moaned around the cock in my mouth and Dan said "Don't worry sweetheart, I'll be back with you in a minute. My eyes looked up toward him and I saw a nice, long and thick cock. "Just the way I like 'em" I thought. Dan moved out of sight and I felt his finger re-enter my pussy. I also felt his tongue flick across my clit and I raised my hips to meet it. He literally attacked my clit, not only licking it but taking it into his mouth and sucking on it. Every once in awhile, he would gently bite my clit which would make me cum very hard. Meanwhile the cock in my throat began to twitch and I soon felt the familiar hot liquid that I have come to love, squirt into my throat. My hubby drove his cock deeper into my throat and held it there while he unloading his nuts into me. Dan had added two more fingers and was not finger fucking me with three of his large digits. I was bucking wildly and violently raising my hips off the couch to shove his fingers deeper in my pussy. My hubby removed his cock from my mouth and I begged Dan to fuck me with his big cock. "Don't be in such a hurry" Dan said. "I'm not done with what I doing yet." With that he added another finger and was shoving all four fingers into me with such force that it moved me further up toward the arm of the couch. I sat up and watched as he fucked me with his hand. "God I need someone to fuck me" I screamed. "In due time" Dan replied. "But I need your big cock in me" I begged. Dan looked at my hubby and said "You're right buddy, she is one hot bitch. Got any cucumbers in the fridge?" My husband looked at him with a confused expression and said he would go look. "What do you want a damn cucumber for?" I moaned. "Fuck me with that lovely cock!" "I'm in charge here" Dan exclaimed. "I will decide what is done to you and when." With that he removed his hand and I felt the emptiness in my pussy. "Do you understand that bitch?" he yelled. "Yesssss" I moaned. "Please put your fingers back. I need something in my pussy NOW!" "I told you I am in charge and you will do as I say. Now turn over and get on your hands and knees in the floor" he ordered. I did as instructed and as I got in position, my hubby came back into the room with two cucumbers. One was smaller than the other but both were rather large. The smallest was about 9 inches long and about 2 1/2 inches across. The other one was at least 10 inches long but very, very thick.........maybe 4 inches across. Dan looked at my husband and said "this bitch is hotter than a firecracker. I'm going to get a blow job, you fuck her with the cucs." With that, Dan moved in front of me and laid on the floor. "Suck my dick sweety. Just like you did his" he said. I took his semi-erect cock into my mouth and started to suck on just the head. His cock quickly became fully erect and I began to slide it down my throat. Dan is bigger than my husband and when his cock got to the back of my throat, I gagged a little before letting it slide all the way into my throat. I felt my pussy lips being spread and then something cold putting pressure at the entrance. I didn't know which cucumber my husband had chosen to use but I soon discovered that he went for the largest one. As he pushed it into me, I was being stretched tremendously to accomodate it's girth. To my surprise, he continued to push the cuc into me with no difficulty and soon my pussy was filled with the cold veggie. It felt great to have my pussy so full and I started to move my ass against it to encourage him to fuck me with it. I now turned my concentration to the cock in my throat and I would let is slide out of my throat until just the head was in my mouth. Then I would quickly swallow his cock until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. "Man she can sure suck a cock buddy" Dan moaned. "Yeah I know" replied my hubby. "I told you she would do anything but I forgot to tell you how great she is at doing it." "She's really getting into getting fucked with that big cucumber" said Dan. "Why don't you try the other one up her ass?" "Great idea" my husband responded. I soon felt some lube being squirted onto my ass and then a finger worked into my sensative asshole. He slid his finger in and out several times then place the bottle of lube in my ass and squirted a generous amount inside. "I'm gonna loosen you up a little first honey" he said. Then he inserted two fingers in my ass and started working them around. When I had adjusted to them, he added a third and continued to work his fingers in and out of my hot ass. Then with no warning, I felt the cold cucumber being shoved into my ass. It was very cold and it was bigger than the toys that I am use to so I moaned with pain as he worked that big veggie up my ass. I tried to relax but it was very difficult. I quit sucking on Dan's cock and he reached over and slapped my ass, telling me to keep sucking. I turned my attention back to sucking the cock in my throat which actually allowed my ass to relax and begin adjusting to the invasion of the cucumber. My hubby had sensed that I was in pain and had quit pushing the veggie any further to allow me to get used to it size. I finally began to feel somewhat comfortable with the cucumber in my ass and wiggle my butt to signal him to continue. He slowly slid the thing into my ass and then he stopped which I figured meant he was all the way in. Again he allowed me to adjust for a few minutes then began to fuck me with both cucumbers. God I love to be double fucked! It was becomming increasingly difficult to concentrate on Dan's cock so I really started sucking him and sliding his cock deep into my throat. My efforts paid off and I soon felt his hot cum shooting into my throat. He came so much that I couldn't swallow it all and I began to gag and try to remove his cock from my throat. Dan held my head firmly with his hands and kept his cock deep in me. "You're not going to miss a drop" he said as I continued to gag. "Hey man, don't choke her" my husband demanded. "Shut the fuck up buddy" Dan yelled. "She'll do what I tell her to and like it." I was beginning to get a little aprehensive here but knew that my husband wouldn't let anything bad happen to me. I knew that Dan was much bigger and probably much stronger that my hubby but I also knew that he kept his gun nearby. "Okay" my husband told Dan, "but if I tell you she has had enough, you had better stop." "Fair enough" replied Dan. "I don't intend to hurt her, just use her" he said with a smile. When Dan's nuts were empty, he removed his cock from my mouth and I took a few seconds to catch my breath. The feeling of the two cucmbers was incredible and I was cumming hard and continously. My husband was driving both of them into me hard and I was screaming for him to fuck me harder. "I can't do it any harder babe" he said. I started pushing my ass back to meet the thrusts and was now driving the cucumber in my pussy as far as it would go. I started feeling faint and then came one last time before apparently passing out. When I came to, I was on my back with both guys wiping me off with a wet wash cloth. "Wow, that was great" I moaned as I smiled at them. "The party has only started" said Dan. "We have all weekend and we are going to make you cum so much, that you will be begging us to stop." "I can't wait" I said. (To be continued) A Little Kinky “Another beer, sir?” “Yes, thank you,” I said, draining the glass in front of me. After a surreptitious peek at my watch, I smiled. Amy had come through the hotel lobby more than an hour ago, so I knew that the preparations I had commanded her to perform were completed by now. The bartender placed the beer in front of me wordlessly. I glanced around the nearly deserted bar, an old couple in the corner the only other patrons. The bartender was a blonde, early thirties I guessed, nicely figured. Her uniform consisted of a short black skirt and a white blouse, buttoned severely up to her throat. The curve of her breasts was lovely underneath the material. Leaning against the cash register, she looked bored; her arms were behind her, half supporting her weight. I wondered if her wrists were crossed. Many women, without realizing how it betrays their underlying sexuality, find themselves unconsciously assuming submissive postures. I watched her out of the corner of my eye. She would be a beautiful handful, bound and helpless. I had instructed Amy to arrive at this posh hotel in downtown Seattle at a specified time. She had been four minutes late; I would have to remember that. Her apparel was to consist solely of a long trench coat, high-heeled shoes, and my collar around her neck. Earlier, I had watched her enter and stride quickly, purposefully, to the hotel desk. It would have been difficult for her to see me, seated in the dark corner of the bar, but she had not even looked around. The collar was locked there, of course. She could not remove it. Slim and elegant, it nonetheless confined her slender throat with a gleaming circle of metal. As Amy spoke to the desk clerk she clutched the coat tightly around her. Naked under the leather garment, the stimulation of the material moving against her bare skin as she walked through the hotel lobby had unquestionably aroused her. Her skin was flushed and she had an anxious look on her face; no doubt she was wondering what awaited her in the room. After accepting an electronic room key card, she had hurried towards the elevators. The blonde bartender opened a beer for herself and took a long drink, the bubbles frothing inside the dark bottle. She turned, sensing me looking at her. Melanie, I read off the red nametag. Quite an attractive girl, with sparkling green eyes; more cute than beautiful, but certainly worthy of a collar herself. “Slow night,” I offered. “Wednesday, you know?” She grimaced, walking down towards me. “How about you? From out of town?” As she took another sip of beer I watched her lips move on the bottle. “No, I’m having some contracting work done at my place. Renovations. Just staying for tonight. I live here in the city,” I told her. Not technically true, but could I tell her I had just sent my lovely slave girl upstairs for a little self-inflicted adventure? I wanted to race to the elevator at that moment but I forced myself to remain seated. The anticipation is everything, I told myself. Let that fear and frustration build inside, with no outlet or release, all that energy coursing through that responsive little body. Every minute I made her wait would seem like an eternity to her. Upon arriving at the room, Amy would have found another envelope containing more instructions. Several restraints, measured carefully, were attached to the hotel bed. Other items were laid out on the nightstand. She was to sit in the middle of the king-sized mattress, nude except for her collar, and buckle her ankles into two leather cuffs chained to the bottom corners of the bed. The chains were short enough that her legs would be spread uncomfortably wide. She was then to place the gag in her mouth, buckling it tightly behind her head. Amy despised the ball gag; I knew how she hated to have anything forced into her mouth for long periods of time. This would be a test of her discipline and training. Next, she was to place the hood over her head and lace the back up tightly. She would detest that even more than the rubber gag. Sightless inside the claustrophobic hood, the oppressive feel and smell of the leather would be overwhelming. Laying back, feeling over her head, she was to finally lock her wrists into the handcuffs chained to the headboard. I wondered if Amy had hesitated before locking the handcuffs, if she’d had to force herself to take that final, irreversible step. Once she closed the cuffs on herself she would be completely vulnerable, totally at the mercy of anyone who entered the room. These preparations were to be completed within fifteen minutes. I had no doubt that, however difficult it might have been, she had complied with the instructions to the letter. She was my slave, and knew that she would be subject to discipline if she were not obedient. Still, I enjoyed the delicious cruelty of making her buckle and lock herself into the restraints and then wait, hooded and gagged, for my arrival. I was quite aroused, imagining the scene in the hotel room several floors above me. The bartender Melanie came around and sat on the barstool beside me. “So, what do you do?” “I’m a writer,” I said, looking at her. She smiled. Was she trying to pick me up? “Oh? What do you write?” “Magazine articles, mostly,” I said. And erotic bondage novels, I wanted to add, wondering again if she was submissive. Looking at her, I wanted to tie her up, tease and tickle her ripe female body, make her gasp and writhe and moan. “I like to write,” she said. “Poetry. Never been published, though. Never even sent anything in.” As I was about to reply, two women came into the bar and sat at a table. Melanie rose to go take their order. I watched her nicely curved ass, perfect for spanking, imagining her twisting and squirming, bent over my knee. By now Amy had been chained to the bed in the room upstairs for nearly two hours. Being restrained aroused her intensely. Her entire body was undoubtedly flushed with excitement, the delicious area between her spread legs swollen and hot. I thought of her pulling at the handcuffs, feeling their inflexible steel grasp around her slender wrists. With the hood tight around her head, unable to see or speak, the sensations rising inside her would be magnified even further. The movements of her breasts and belly were probably quite exciting, with the pattern of light and shadows from the window falling across the curves of her body. What was going through her mind? She must be wondering where I was, how long she would have to wait. For a moment I felt pity for the frightened, helpless wench, but I dismissed the thought from my mind. Her wishes were unimportant. She was a slave. Without asking, Melanie placed another beer in front of me. She leaned on her elbows on the bar, her breasts full and heavy underneath the white cotton shirt. “I have to run up to the room for a few minutes,” I told her. “Be right back.” “Sure,” she said with a smile. We made eye contact for a moment. Yes, she was definitely trying to pick me up. All sorts of possibilities raced through my mind. As I pushed the elevator button, I imagined Amy nervously riding up to the room, naked under her coat, the trepidation making her tremble. I smiled again. In moments I was at the door to the room. I waited a minute, listening, but could hear nothing within. Quietly I slid the card in the slot, unlocking the door, and entered. The room was dark, the lights of the city through the far windows the only illumination. I immediately saw my fair captive, chained and helpless as I had specified, on the bed. Her head, in the hood, turned toward me and she made a muffled whimpering noise. I was silent, watching her. Undoubtedly she had heard the door but had no idea who might have entered the room. Her heart was probably pounding in her chest. Although she struggled wildly, twisting back and forth, she was held beautifully in position. Crossing the room, I stood by the bed for a few moments, observing her. Yes she was lovely, the curve of her belly and her tender little breasts, the taut muscles in her legs, her body stretched and exposed before me. The chain made a small noise as she pulled against the handcuffs. Of course, she was probably terrified, isolated in the leather hood, but I made no move to reassure her. She made another desperate, whimpering sound. I could smell her excitement, and I had no doubt she was moist and ready, yearning for stimulation. Fear can be very arousing for a female, just as aggression can be arousing for a male. The anticipation, waiting in the room for hours, must have been excruciating. Her body jumped reflexively as I placed my hand on her belly. Opening the nightstand drawer, I removed several items that I had placed there earlier. The first was a set of nipple clamps, with a chain running between them. Attaching the cruel devices to her full, hard nipples, I heard her muffled gasps of pain from under the hood. She twisted from side to side, her swollen, delicate flesh tormented by the fierce unrelenting pressure. The next item was a small rubber buttplug, about three inches long. I lubricated it so it would enter her easily. Helplessly, she squirmed and made another pleading noise as I spread her inner thighs and ass cheeks even further, then inserted the slippery, intrusive object. Her body contracted involuntarily, pulling the uncomfortable little missile even more deeply into her. Her fists clenched, held over her head by the handcuffs and the chain. She made a frantic muffled cry, her small body bucking, pulling at the restraints. Last was a vibrator, about six inches long. She thrashed back and forth frantically as the thick rubbery shaft penetrated her. Buckling the two attached straps around her thighs, I ensured it would remain lodged firmly inside her. The control box for the vibrator was of my own design. It turned the power on and off at random intervals of several minutes. The intensity would also be randomly determined. I flipped the little toggle and sat in the chair beside the bed, watching her. When it clicked on, after about four minutes, I saw her entire body jump. Her toes curled and her legs quivered as the vibrations began softly inside her. Making more begging, unintelligible noises, she lifted her head in the hood. It must have been humiliating to be so intimately violated, forced to endure the teasing stimulation, the mix of pain and pleasure that tingled through her body. I realized that she didn’t know if I was still there, or if I had left again. I smiled, enjoying her responses. The box clicked off after a few minutes. She fell back on the bed, breathing heavily. Her fists balled in frustration. The duration and intensity were not quite enough to bring her to climax, but it would keep her aroused for quite some time. The vibrator clicked back on and she spasmed again unwittingly, another small sound coming from behind the gag. After a few minutes, her hips begin to move. The control box clicked off and she made a disappointed noise, turning her head from side to side. Poor little slut. Quietly I got up and exited the room, leaving her alone with her torment. My beer was still waiting for me down at the bar. The other customers had left, and Melanie smiled again when she saw me. “So, how late do you work?” I asked her. “Oh, I can close up any time now. Depends on the business.” She looked at me flirtatiously. “Why, what did you have in mind?” “I don’t know,” I replied, “I thought maybe we could go have a drink somewhere.” “I’ve got a better idea,” she said. “Why don’t we just have a few drinks here, and then head up to your room?” This one was hot to trot. “Well, sure,” I stammered, “that would work, too.” “Give me about ten minutes,” she said. I watched her movements as she counted the money in the cash register and filled out her paperwork. Her creamy skin would redden nicely, I thought, under the sting of a paddle. The tip of her pink tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth as she made her calculations, writing the totals down. After locking the door, she got herself another beer from behind the bar. She smiled again. “I liked you when you walked in. I noticed the way you moved,” she said. “You seem strong and aggressive. I like aggressive men.” I raised an eyebrow. “Really? A naughty girl, are you?” She giggled. “Yeah, kind of. I can be a brat.” Perfect. “I must say, you're very direct, Melanie.” I took a long drink of beer. “I’m kind of a free spirit,” she said mischievously. “I’ll try anything once.” I had a few things in mind that I doubted she’d tried. “I should mention that my girlfriend is up in the room, waiting for me.” Her eyes widened. “I’ve never done a threesome.” She blushed. “Well, now’s your chance,” I told her. “Try anything once, right?” “Is your girlfriend pretty?” she asked. The image of my slave girl’s bound and helpless body jumped into my mind. “Yes, she’s very beautiful.” Melanie looked at me archly. “What’s she doing, sleeping?” I thought of Amy, chained spread-eagled to the bed, tortured by the clamps on her nipples, the vibrator buried deep inside her, writhing helplessly as the stimulation wracked her soft body. “No, I doubt she’s sleeping,” I chuckled. “I’m getting all tingly just thinking about it.” Melanie squirmed on the barstool. I drained my beer. “Well, let’s go then.” I stood up. In the elevator I pressed the button for my floor. Melanie’s pupils were dilated and her breath came in short gasps; I could tell that she was quite aroused. “Do you like to play rough?” she whispered. I turned and pressed her back against the mirrored wall of the elevator. She tried to put her arms around me but I grabbed her wrists, forcing them behind her back, pinioning them together firmly. She threw her head back as I kissed her neck, gently biting and licking at her soft skin. Although she struggled in my grasp her strength was no match for mine. I rubbed her body with my other hand, feeling the curves of her breasts, her quivering belly, the sweet concave between her legs. Groaning, she pressed against me, her eyes half closed. “Yes, please,” she gasped. The elevator doors opened and I led her by the hand down the hall to my room. Breathing heavily, she leaned against the wall as I got out the key card. “You are a little kinky, aren’t you?” she asked huskily. “You have no idea,” I told her as I unlocked the door. “Wait till you see this.” A Little Kinky Ch. 2 Sorry for the long delay in writing part 2 of but I have had a lot of crisis lately and just haven't had time. Hope you enjoy. * * * * * After having passed out from pleasure, I was very sensitive and the guys decided to let me rest awhile. They went to the game room to shoot pool and I just laid there basking in the glow of great sex. I have never considered being submissive for a man but when Dan was taking charge and barking orders, I started to get turned on as well as a little apprehensive. As I said, I new that my hubby wouldn't let anything bad happen to me so I decided that I would go with the flow and see what happened. I napped for about an hour then got up and took a shower. The hot water cascading over my body felt great and it began to make me horny again. I finished and didn't bother putting any clothes on as I made my way to the game room. The guys were just sitting there drinking beer when I entered. Dan looked up and said "Well, looks like she is ready for more. What say we give her a fucking they she won't ever forget." "Sounds good to me" my hubby responded as he got up and escorted me over to the couch. "Sounds great to me" I said, "but would the bedroom be more comfortable?" "Shut up bitch!" Dan barked. "How many times do I have to tell you who is in charge here. Now come over here and suck my cock again." I moved toward Dan and winked at my hubby as I passed him. I wanted him to know that I was okay with Dan's aggressiveness. I got to Dan and took his cock out of his pants. It was already hard and I eased it toward my mouth, licking the sides as I worked toward the big head. I licked the head of his cock before taking it into my mouth and beginning its journey into the deep recesses of my throat. Dan moaned and told me that I sucked his cock better than anyone had before. Then he grabbed my hair and forced his cock all the way into my throat. I started to gag and pull up but he grabbed me again and forced me to stay there. "You can take my cock out of your mouth when I tell you to bitch" he barked. He then told my hubby to come over and play with my wet pussy and ass. "We have to get her ready for the fucking of her life" he said. My hubby moved over to may ass and started fingering my pussy and asshole. He had 2 fingers in my pussy and one in my ass when he started slowly finger fucking me. I pushed my ass back to meet his thrusts and moaned over Dan's hard cock as he quickened the pace. All of a sudden, Dan pushed me off of his cock saying that he wasn't ready to cum yet. He looked at my hubby and asked "What's the biggest thing she has ever had in that hot cunt?" "Well I have seen her fist herself before but I think the cucumber we used earlier was probably the biggest" he replied. "Just wondering" Dan stated. "I think we are going to double fuck her" Dan said. "She really likes that" my hubby responded. "Yeah I know" said Dan, "but we are going to double fuck her like she has never had it before." Dan then told my hubby to lay on the floor and for me to mount his cock. My pussy was dripping wet from the finger fucking and I actually dripped on the floor as I moved over and sat on my hubby's cock. "Now bend over a little so I can get my cock in you too" Dan ordered. I leaned over and kissed my hubby and told him I loved him. I figured that Dan was going to try to work his big cock in my ass and I was ready to try it but when he moved in and touched me with the head of his cock, I found out that he had something else in mind. He positioned his cock at the entrance to my pussy and started putting pressure against it. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Just shut the fuck up and enjoy it" Dan ordered. As he pressed harder against me, I could feel the head of his cock opening my pussy and begin to enter along side my hubby's. The initial pain was quickly replaced by an feeling of fullness and he stopped after the head of his cock had entered me. "You okay with this?" he asked. "Yessssss" I replied, which brought a sharp smack on my ass. "I wasn't talking to you slut" Dan said. "I was making sure it was okay with your other half." "I'm game if she is" my hubby replied. With that, Dan began to push his cock further into me and I could feel the two cocks moving in my pussy. Hubby was only moving a little, which I supposed was because of the increased fullness as Dan pushed his big cock further into me. When Dan was all the way in, they both stopped to let me adjust a little before Dan told my hubby that it was time. They both began to withdraw there cocks a little and then push them back in. I could tell that it was difficult for them at first but after a few minutes, they found a rhythm and started fucking me harder. The feeling of being filled and having 2 cocks moving inside my pussy were unbelievable. I came quickly and often and each orgasm was more intense. They were really fucking me hard and I was screaming for them to fuck me harder when all of a sudden, Dan stopped moving. "What's the matter?" I asked. "Nothing, I just want to change the dance" he said. Then as my hubby was withdrawing his cock, Dan shoved his in deep and when hubby would push his back in, Dan would withdraw. This new feeling was incredible and I was not cumming continuously. My body was shaking and I was moving my hips to try and match each stroke that the cocks were making. Of course it was impossible since there was always a cock driving into me but I was bucking like crazy trying to get their cocks deeper into my pussy. All of a sudden, my hubby announced that he was going to cum and Dan said that he was too. They came at the same time and I had never felt so much hot cum squirting into my pussy. There was absolutely no room and their cum gushed out each time one of their cocks drove into me. I was cumming so hard that I was shaking uncontrollably and thought that I was going to pass out again. I fought that feeling as hard as I could because I wanted to enjoy every second on this fantastic fuck. The guys soon quit shoving their cocks into me and as each on softened, let it slip out. Cum poured from my pussy and dribbled onto my hubby's legs and the floor. "Lick it up" Dan ordered. "Do what?" I asked. "Get down there and lick up every drop" he barked. Again, I had never been "ordered" to do anything like that but the thought of be dominated really turned me on so I moved down and started licking the cum off of my hubby's legs. "Get it off the carpet too bitch" Dan demanded. I did as I was told and when I finished, the guys were on the couch with big grins on their faces. "That was fun and FANTASTIC!" I moaned. "Sure was" said Dan "but the weekend has only started." He was right. That weekend, those two men fucked me every way you can think of. I had more cum in my stomach, pussy and ass that weekend, than any time before or since. They fucked me several more times with cucumbers and once with a squash. Dan even tried getting his hand into my pussy but it just wouldn't fit. We never got together with Kinky Dan again but I always get wet thinking about that weekend. I was actually the beginning of something new for me too. Domination...but those are other stories.