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The Anniversary Gift

By: Bunnygirlblonde



"Guess what today is, honey." Jordan said as she sailed into the dining room; chestnut ponytail bouncing.

Matt looked at his exceptionally beautiful, albeit, a little too perky, wife over his coffee cup. 

"What?" He gave her a blank stare.

"You forgot?"

In an instant Jordan went from perky to pissed; her green eyes flashed fire.

"I can't believe you FORGOT!"

"Hun, now calm down. I am sure that it is not that important." Matt flashed his irate wife a smile. "Now, what is it that I seem to have forgotten?"

"NOT IMPORTANT?" She spat, "You know what, your right. It's so unimportant, that I don't think that you need to know at all." Jordan looked defeated. "What's the use?"

"Well, dear, I have to go to work now," Matt stood and pecked his wife on the cheek. "I hope you have a good day. By the way, what's for dinner?"

"Ooooh, you ASSHOLE, not a Goddamn thing!" Jordan began cleaning the breakfast dishes off the table.

Matt had to swallow a grin, 'If she only knew!'

Jordan watched Matt leave. "I can't believe he actually forgot our anniversary! After five years, he forgot."

She started the dishwasher and went to make the bed. When she walked into the bedroom, she noticed a huge box on the bed, wrapped in pretty paper and tied with a bright red ribbon. A simple card on top said, 

"Open Me!" 

Jordan smiled, "He didn't forget!"

Then, like a kid at Christmas, she began to open the present. Once she got all the paper off, she noticed that there were several smaller boxes inside the larger one. Jordan picked up the biggest one, and opened it. Inside there was THE most risqué dress she had ever seen.

"OH MY GOD!" She couldn't help but grin.

Next box contained a pair of red patent leather thigh high boots, with at least a five inch heel. The last box contained a blonde wig. Jordan popped that on her head, and the curly hair was so long, it fell past her ass.

"Wow, I think that he wants to play a game tonight." She giggled, "This should be fun!"

At the very bottom of the box, was a card.

Dear Jordan,

Ha! Ha! Ha! Got Ya! There are a few things you need to know about the outfit you are holding in your sexy little hand.

1. That is NOT your present. That is what you are to wear to get it.

2. DO NOT WEAR A BRA OR PANTIES!

3. Take a long hot bath. It is going to be a LONG hot night.

4. I am not telling you were we're going, so don't ask. I will send a 

car to pick you up.

I love you baby! I can't wait to see you in that dress! My dick is getting hard just thinking about it.

Love, 

Matt

Jordan just had to try on this hot little number. She stripped out of her blue jeans, blouse, bra, and panties. She picked up the dress and slipped it over her head. The dress was made of some kind of stretchy fabric that was soft and shiney. It hugged every curve of her body. The hem stopped mid-thigh, with a side slit to her hip. Jordan tucked her hair under the wig, and let it fall. It tickled her nearly bare shoulders, and naked back. When she bent to slip into the boots, her tits popped out of the confines.

"Oops" She giggled, "No bending over in this get-up." 

Tucking everything back in, she turned around to admire her reflection.

"OH MY GOD! Good bye plain ol' house wife. HELLO, Jordan Super Slut!" 

Jordan did a little turn in front of the mirror so she could get a good look from all angles.

"I look so HOT in this dress, I am turning myself on." She could feel dampness between her legs. "Hmmm, pre-sex masturbation, sounds pretty good." She flipped on the stereo and started doing a striptease for herself, turning herself on even more.

When she was wearing nothing more than the boots, she began running her hands up her ribs, and under her size thirty-six C breasts. With feather light touches, she teased her nipples until they stood up proud, and rock hard.

"Mmmm, you two look so tasty." Jordan lowered her head and lifted her breast up, and began to suckle; left, then right. Her pussy was soaked. She could feel the juices running down her thigh. Jordan slowly lowered her hand and gave her hot little clit a tickle.

"Oh!" She licked her finger. "Mmm, so salty and sweet, no wonder Matt loves to eat me out so much!"

Jordan lay down on the bed. 

"I think that it is toy time!" She panted, while she rubbed her clit more intensely. 

Reaching her hand that was not busy into the drawer beside the bed, she grabbed her favorite jelly dildo. She brought it to her mouth and slowly licked the plastic head, running her tongue around it. She put her lips around it, pretending it was Matt. Relaxing her throat, she took in as much of the ten inch fake cock as she could. 

Jordan leisurely inserted the jelly cock into her sopping pussy.

"Oh, yes!" She purred, as she pulled it in and out. She slowed down her right middle finger on her clit and matched the rhythm of the dildo in her left hand. She would stop every once in a while and suck some of her juices off of the cock.

"Mmm, so good!"

The telephone began to ring, so Jordan started fucking herself furiously, rubbing her clit with renewed vigor. 

R I N G: Rub, Rub, Rub. R I N G: Rub, Rub, Rub.

Jordan moaned, as the orgasm hit her, making her legs curl up, and her thighs smash together. Still panting, she reached over and answered the phone.

"Hello?" She panted

"Are you masturbating?"

"No, Matt, I just finished." 

"Well, I take it you liked your little surprise?" He asked her.

"Oh yes honey! You won't believe how sexy I look in this dress!"

"I have a pretty good idea! No more playing with yourself, now. I want you to save it all for tonight. I have a couple of more surprises for you."

"Really?"

"Yes, now be good."

"I will."

"I mean it Jordan. I love you hon, Happy Anniversary."

"Happy Anniversary Matt, I love you too."

"Gotta go now, see you at six."

"O.K. babe, see you at six. Love you."

"Love you, bye."

Jordan hung up the phone, and put her toy away. She glanced at the clock; it was only ten-thirty. What on earth was she going to do until it was time to get ready?

At six o'clock on the nose, Jordan heard the car pull up. Not bothering with a coat, she stepped outside, and gasped when she saw it was a limo.

"Wow, Matt must have something special planned for tonight!"

The driver was looking at her like she was a lamb and he was a hungry wolf, and "accidentally" brushed against her ass as she climbed in.

"You like what you see, big boy?" She asked him.

"Yes ma'am!" He answered with a leer.

"Well, you can look all you want, but you can't touch!" She flashed him a megawatt smile.

The drive only took a few minutes, and then they were at The most exclusive hotel in the area. The driver got out and opened her door.

"You are to go to room 118, and knock." He told her.

"Thank you." Jordan said with a flip of her fake blonde hair.

Jordan found the room with no problem. She stood there, for a moment, composing herself, before knocking.

"Come on girl, don't get nervous now." She knocked.

Matt opened the door, and whistled through clenched teeth.

"My God, woman, you are the sexiest thing I have ever seen!"

"You like?" She asked as she spun around, so he could get the full benefit.

"Like, is not the word I would have chosen, but yes, I do, VERY MUCH. Now get in here before I take you right in the hall way." Matt grabbed her hand and pulled her inside.

There was a table set up in the room, with flowers and champagne, and dinner. It smelled wonderful. Jordan's tummy grumbled.

"Hungry babe?"

"Yes, what's for dinner?" She asked.

"Oh, just some lobster, shrimp scaloppini, and YOU!"

Jordan laughed. "Hmm, sounds good to me!"

Matt led her to the table and pulled out her chair. 

For the next hour, they sat there, eating and talking, having a date for the first time in years. When Matt popped the cork on the champagne bottle, and poured them both glasses, he reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. 

"We have been married for five years today." He started formally. "I want you to know that I would do it all over again. You have been the best wife any man could want. You are sexy, funny, smart, and uninhibited." He handed Jordan the box. "Go ahead and open it."

Jordan lifted the lid, and gasped in awe. Inside there was a diamond anniversary band. It was the most beautiful thing that she had ever seen.

"Oh Matt, this is wonderful!"

"Put it on, does it fit?"

"Like a glove!" She said as she slipped it on her finger.

"Ok, now for gift number two." Matt pushed the table out of the way and whistled.

"Number two?" Jordan was clueless.

Out from the bedroom came the most gorgeous man Jordan had ever seen. He had to have been at least six foot tall, two hundred pounds of pure muscle, light brown hair and blue eyes.

"Hello Jordan, my name is Reece." He stuck out his hand. Jordan stood there dumbfounded and just stared. The man was naked for cripes sake. His chest was smooth and brown, until it got to his waist, were a lightly furred trail of happiness started. Her gaze followed that trail, to his cock, that was easily ten inches long. Jordan's eyes jumped back to his face. He had been watching her, she blushed instantly. Reece flashed a smile, which made her knees go weak.

"Babe, are you embarrassed?" Matt grinned at her.

"Umm, a little, what am I supposed to do with him?" She asked.

"Well, you always said you wanted to have a threesome, so I got Reece, to help you out. It is your anniversary gift."

"Really?" 

"Reece, why don't you put on some soft music, and I will pour us some drinks."

Reece went to the small stereo, and pushed play on the CD. Soft music floated about the room, relaxing Jordan. Matt handed out glasses of mixed drinks.

"To five years," he said raising his glass, "and to new friends." He winked at Reece. They clicked glasses, and sipped their drinks.

Reece reached out and took Jordan's drink. "Come and dance with me sexy lady." He took her hand and led her out to the living area. Reece put his arms around her and pulled her tight against his viral body. With slow undulating motions, he ground his hips against her. He lowered his head and lightly licked her neck. Jordan tipped her head back to give him better access to her sweet spot.

"Mmm, I like that." She whispered. 

Reece moved his hands in lazy circles up and down her bare back. Jordan's flesh broke out in goose bumps. He reached down and cupped a cheek of her ass.

"Nice."

"Thank you." She gave him a coy smile.

"Why don't you take off that dress, and show me how nice it looks naked."

"I have a better idea, why don't you help me?"

Gently Reece slipped one strap off of her shoulder, and kissed the skin. Tonguing a hot moist trail, to her other shoulder, he slid the other strap down. He pushed the dress down to her waist, freeing her bountiful breasts.

"My god, woman, you are lovely!" He told her, as he dipped his head to taste her already hardening nipples.

Jordan gasped in ecstasy as his hot mouth enveloped her rose bud. In languid circles, he lapped at them. Jordan, found her hands, moving all over his wonderful body. Tight muscles, jumped when her questing fingers touched them, eliciting gasps of pleasure from his full mouth. He pushed her dress past her hips, and down her thighs. She stepped out of it and kicked it behind her.

Matt was watching this little dance, with his dick in his hand. 

"Oh honey, you shaved you pussy!" A little pearl of pre-cum, glistened on the tip of his cock. "Did you do that for me?"

"Mmhmm, do you like it?"

"Look at my dick, and you tell me." 

Jordan turned her head and watched her husband slowly rubbing himself.

"I guess so." She gave him her best, I-am-a-whore smile.

Reece decided at that point that he needed to start licking his way down her belly. He stopped when he reached her belly-button, and made sure that he spent extra time lavishing wet tongue kisses on that sensitive little button.

"Oh my, Reece, that feels wonderful!" Jordan gasped.

"If you like that, wait till I start munching on that wet snatch of yours." Reece replied as he pushed her thighs apart, and dipped his head.

He inhaled her scent deeply, "You smell so damn good. I can't wait to taste you!"

Matt was still jerking on his swollen member; slowly as to not bring himself to orgasm yet. "Yeah, Reece, eat that smooth pussy!"

Reece led Jordan to the plush sofa and helped her sit down and get comfortable. He then resumed his pleasant torture of her body; once again he took a nipple and teased it with his questing tongue. He was taking his time, enjoying her taste. After what seemed like forever, he started his way back down to her pussy. Instead of diving right in, he circled the lips with his tongue, and licked his way to her thighs. His tonguing was driving Jordan insane with lust.

"Oh; please Reece; eat my pussy! I can't take it anymore!" Jordan pleaded in breathless little gasps.

"Patience pretty one, patience!" Reese told her, as he resumed his torture.

Finally, Reece dipped his tongue in her waiting hole.

"OH YES!" Jordan moaned.

His tongue started doing its deliberate tormenting of her senses. It would dive into her hole, and then orbit her swollen clit; never actually touching it. Reece spread her cheeks and dipped his tongue down her crack, and rimmed her tight little brown eye.

"OOOH!" Jordan gasped.

After what seemed like hours, Reece's tongue reached her clit and began lapping at her joy button in earnest.

Jordan felt the orgasm hit her almost instantly. Her whole body convulsed and shuttered with the force.

"OH; OH; OH!" She screamed. 

Matt was jerking himself off furiously. He got up and stood over his spent wife.

"I am going to come all over your perky little tits!" He groaned his face red with the pending orgasm. Matt's knees buckled as he began to cum. Two long spurts landed on Jordan's sweaty skin, just below her left tit. "Damn, I missed!" Matt laughed. 

Jordan stood up, "Well, I am going to get cleaned up."

"Oh no, babe; you are staying right here." Matt told her, "We are not done with you yet!"

Matt took off the rest of his cloths; he was still wearing his shirt and tie, his pants around his ankles. When he was completely naked, he stood before his sweaty wife, leaned down and kissed her. He kissed her until her knees were weak, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth. 

"MMMM." Jordan panted.

When the kiss finally ended, she dipped her head to his neck and nuzzled his nape. She ran her hands down her husband's chest, flicking her nails across his nipples. He moaned softly.

"Lick 'em Jordan. Suck on my nipples." Jordan complied readily.

While she was doing what Matt asked her to do, Reese began rubbing his stiff dick on her ass cheeks, and dipping into her slit. Jordan began to hump him slowly. She knelt down in front of Matt and started to tease his limp cock back to life, by sucking him into her mouth and releasing him, and then sucking him back in again.

"Oh, God, baby, that feels divine."

Jordan felt her husband's dick getting hard; she couldn't wait to feel him in her soaked hole. "Matt I want you to fuck me!"

"Soon Jordan, soon, right now, though, I want you to start sucking off Reece!"

Jordan loved it when Matt told her what to do. She pivoted on her heels and swallowed Reece's cock in one huge slurp.

"Fuck playing around!" She said when she had released him from the warm, wet confines of her willing mouth, and then she swallowed him down again.

Reece's head was spinning with the pleasurable sensations this little hottie was causing. He could feel his load rising to the mushroom head of his cock.

Matt stood up behind his wife, and raised her hips. Jordan straitened her knees, and gave him a view of her wet pussy, and asshole.

"You want me to fuck you Jordan?" He asked her.

"Oh yes, Matt."

Matt complied, and pushed his rock hard cock into her swollen pussy. Jordan gasped in pure pleasure. She took her time on Reese, licking the head of his dick, circling it with her tongue. She licked up and down the shaft; wrapped her small hand around as much of his huge member as she could. Jordan then rolled his hairy balls in her mouth, sucking one, and lightly squeezing the other. She moved her hand up and down on his dick, alternating her hand and her mouth.

Matt was pummeling her cunt with his cock, slamming himself inside her. His deep penetrating thrusts caused her head to bob back and forth on Reece, as well as up and down. Matt could feel himself getting close to Cumming.

"Rub you clit!" He commanded his wife, "I want you to cum with me!"

Jordan had to balance herself, as she was still sucking down Reece's cock, and reached back and began to rub her rock-hard, swollen clit.

"Stop!" Matt commanded her. "I want you to fuck us both."

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"I want you to have Reese in your pussy, while I fuck your sweet little asshole."

"Matt, no, I don't,"

Matt didn't let her finish, he pulled out of her pussy and started to ease his way into her bung hole.

"Reece," He ground out, "Stick that big ass dick of yours in her cunt!"

Of course Reece was more than happy to do as Matt wanted. He lay down on the floor, and pulled Jordan down on top of him. Matt stopped trying to cram himself in her until Reece was situated.

Jordan lowered herself down on his cock, moaning deep with in her throat. She was on her knees, and she started to ride him, slowly easing herself up and down.

"You are so big, you feel so good, I am getting so close." She gasped.

Matt waited until his gorgeous wife was situated; and began to push himself back into her tight ass. Jordan his cock filling her up; she had never felt so completely full, with one cock in her pussy and one in her ass. 

Matt told her to hold still, let them do the work; and then they began to move inside her, with alternating strokes. Matt would pull out, and Reece would push in. The sensations they were causing were driving her insane, putting her on the brink of THE most powerful orgasm of her life. With out thinking she clenched the muscles of her pussy and ass, and both men groaned. They began moving in unison inside her. She couldn't stand it anymore, and began to rub her clit again.

"I am going to cum!" She shouted.

"Oh, yeah baby, cum for me!" Matt told her as he thrust into her stretched ass.

"Yeah, Jordan, let yourself go!" Reece told her.

Then it happened, her world exploded, her body quaked, and her ass and pussy spasmed, and both men seemed to let go inside her at once. Jordan could feel cum running down her legs and between her ass cheeks, as her husbands limp cock fell out of her abused ass hole. When she stood up, a river of cum leaked from her puffy pussy lips, and ran down the inside of her boots.

"That," She panted, when she was able to speak, "Was the most incredible orgasm of my entire life!"

"Well, I hope that your anniversary was one to remember Jordan!" Reece told her, as he walked out of the bathroom, with three; warm, wet, towels. He handed one to each of them and went to pour drinks for everyone.

"I know that I will never forget it!" Matt said as he took the drink from Reece.

Jordan looked at both men, "Thank you! I have had one of my ultimate fantasies come true! Thank you Matt, my love; and thank you Reece!"

Reece smiled, "Your welcome, both of you; but I should be thanking you instead!"

Jordan gave the men a smile, and went to the bathroom to clean up.

"Maybe in a couple of hours, we could play again?"

Matt, and Reece, grinned, like a couple of school boys.

"I think that could be arranged!" They said in unison.

The Anniversary Gift



We sat in silence watching the sun paint the horizon with brilliant brushstrokes of purple, orange and rosy red; its hues reflecting in the waters of the bay outside the window. It was a silence bourne of contentment and a comfortableness in one another's presence that transcended the need for words. It was a gesture of respect for the glorious display outside the window. 

Silently and unobtrusively, the waiter filled our wine glasses again. Reaching for mine, I glanced across the table at my Guardian and smiled, lowering my eyes as I did so. It seemed nearly impossible that an entire year had passed since I had first given this man the gift of my submission. We had known each other and been best friends, soul mates and lovers for years, but with the gift of my submission, a fullness and sense of completion entered our relationship. I could barely remember a time when we were not united in this way. Setting my wineglass on the table, I instinctively raised my hand to my throat, feeling for the collar that should have been there. There was none. A small, audible sigh escaped my lips.

"Is there something troubling you, princess?" asked my Guardian.

"Yes sir," came my reply.

He reached across the table and took my hand. "Princess, tonight is a celebration, a festive occasion. There is to be no pouting. Are we understood?"

"Yes, sir..."

My Guardian smiled. He knew me well. "But ..." he prompted. "Go ahead, princess. Tell me what it is that is bothering you. Remember one of the first rules is no secrets."

My words tumbled out in a rush. "Guardian, it was a year ago today that I knelt before you and presented my neck for your collar. I gave you the gift of my submission. I gave myself to you mind, body and spirit to do with as you saw fit. I have served you as best as I know how. Your pleasure has been my pleasure. Rarely has a day gone by when your collar has not adorned my neck, either the leather one in the privacy of our home or the silver in public. They have been worn with pleasure and pride. Yet today of all days, when we celebrate the first anniversary of my collaring, you have ordered me not to wear my collar. I do not understand it. Have I disappointed or offended you in some way?"

"Princess," my Guardian chided, "hush. You should know that I could not be disappointed in you."

"But ..."

"You should also TRUST me to have your best interests at heart. Your failure to do so is a punishable offense, princess. However, we will deal with that tomorrow. Tonight we are celebrating and you are without a collar at my discretion for a reason. And I will reveal it to you all in good time. Now, I shall order and we will enjoy the rest of our evening as planned."

Just then, there arose a commotion from the other side of the restaurant. Another patron was complaining loudly to his dinner companion that the service was atrocious and generally making a scene. Guardian and I had been coming here for years and we were always treated well and had found the service exemplary. It was one of the reasons we returned so frequently. Of course, the fact that the owner, Nick Gianelli, was a childhood friend of my Guardian and they were close enough to be brothers may have had something to do with both the frequency of our visits and the red carpet treatment we received from the staff. Still, I knew that if Guiseppe's staff had, indeed, slighted this man there must have been a very good reason for it. I watched the scene unfolding and smiled to myself.

He appeared to be a man in his early 40's, slightly older than my Guardian was. He was not particularly attractive. It was apparent that he spent a great deal of time in the gym. His body was well muscled and he had that look of the year-round tan that came from too much time at a tanner rather than time spent labouring or playing in the sun. It was the body of a man who understood that he was not handsome and that women would never find him attractive by virtue of his mind and character and so did what he could to build up his physique as a way of compensating. It had been my experience that is was very poor compensation, indeed. Men like that never did learn how to please a woman and drive them mad with the desire to please their master. He should take a lesson or two from my Guardian. I smiled wickedly at the thought. 

My Guardian did not fail to notice the smile that flitted across my face. "Tell me, princess," he asked. "Do you find him attractive?"

I laughed aloud at the prospect. "Oh no, Guardian, quite the contrary, actually. He is not at all attractive and his behaviour is disgusting and obnoxious."

"But you must admit that his physique is well-developed."

I shook my head and smiled. It was a conversation we had had before numerous times. "Guardian, you know full well that I have never been impressed by an over-developed physique. That is not what attracts me to a man."

My Guardian laughed softly. "Ah princess, and to think I worked so hard to train you to notice and appreciate a man's physique and yet still you are 'unimpressed'. So tell me, princess. What is it that attracts you?"

"Mmmm.... I love a man with intelligence. A good mind and lively conversation. I love a man who is passionate about life. A man of integrity and character and compassion."

"What is it that arouses you about a man, princess?" he asked. 

"Bedroom eyes, a nice ass and strength and power. Power arouses me, Guardian. Not blatant, boastful power, but the quiet power that exudes from a man's very essence and commands respect the minute he enters a room." I licked my lips seductively, let my voice become husky and looked across the table. "You arouse me, Guardian."

He looked into my eyes and held my gaze. "Now, princess!" he demanded.

He waited and watched my face as the orgasm swept over me. It had been a year of training, but my Guardian had developed my awareness of my sexuality and my desire for him to a point where the mere sound of his voice aroused me. The word 'now' was the trigger that released my sexual energy and orgasm.

"Very, very good princess. You have come a long way in the last year. I am pleased with your progress."

I blushed as the waiter approached with our entrees, aware of the fact that the aroma of my arousal scented the air. 

After the meal was over and the dishes cleared away, my Guardian gave the waiter the signal that we were not to be disturbed for a while. I knew that my Guardian had something on his mind. 

"Tonight is a special occasion, princess. I brought you here to our favourite restaurant as a celebration. Later, we will dance. Your body will become one with the music; alive and moving for me to enjoy. First, I have a very special surprise for you. I know that it has bothered you that I did not allow you to wear my collar tonight. You are not accustomed to being without the sign of my ownership. But it was not without reason, princess."

He reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and removed a small gift-wrapped box, placing it on the table in front of me. His eyes twinkled with delight.

"Go ahead, princess. Open it."

I reached tentatively for the box. Slowly, deliberately I untied the silk ribbon and began to unwrap it. As the foil gift-wrap fell away, I drew a sharp, inward breath. In my hands was a velvet box from a local jeweler.

"Open it, princess," my Guardian repeated firmly.

I did so and found within a solid gold bangle a half-inch wide. It was simple and elegant and unmistakably a collar, large enough to encircle my throat and contoured to rest just inside the collarbone. It had a hidden clasp and so appeared to be a continuous circle of gold.

"It is beautiful, Guardian, but it is far too extravagant for me."

"Nonsense," he exclaimed. "I have been saving for this for some time now. I wanted you to have a public collar that was as elegant and beautiful as you are."

I thought of how long it must have taken him to save for such an extravagance on a firefighter's salary and I was overwhelmed with gratitude and love. "Guardian, I don't know what to say. Thank you. It is lovely. I will cherish it always and wear it with pride as the public sign of my submission to you and your ownership of me."

He reached out his hand. "Allow me to place it on my princess' neck."

I placed the collar in his hand and waited as he stood and walked around behind me. I was uncertain how to accept the collar in such a public setting. 

"You may remain seated, princess, but you must present your neck for collaring."

I grasped my long, auburn hair in my hand, pulling it up off my neck and bowed my head forward as my Guardian slid his collar around my neck and fastened the clasp. I released my hair and started to raise my head. My Guardian slid one hand in my hair and gently, but firmly tilted my head back so that my throat was exposed and our eyes met. Then he cupped my chin with his other hand.

"Who owns you, princess?"

"You do, sir," I replied.

"Whose body is this?

"Yours, sir."

"Who owns your heart?"

"You do, sir."

"Do you wish for it to be any other way, princess?

"No sir."

He released my hair and turned my chair to face him. "Stand, please. Submission position."

I rose and stood in front of him, my eyes directed down towards the floor.

"Now, princess, because I know how much you love it, we are going to dance. I want you to enjoy yourself fully, giving yourself over completely to the music and dancing with wanton abandon. You are to look only at me and every move, every turn, every undulation of your body is to be for my pleasure. I will touch you and tease you and enjoy you. Then I am taking you home and we will spend the rest of the night 'celebrating' your first year of submission as is befitting your position as my princess."

He cupped a hand beneath my chin again and kissed me discreetly. "I hope you weren't planning on getting any sleep tonight, my dear," he said wickedly. I shivered with desire and delight. Then he took my arm and led me towards the ballroom. 

The evening was magical. I love to dance and the melding of the music and my spirit and my body is an almost sexual experience. The diaphanous material of my dress floated over my curves accentuating without revealing completely. As I swayed and undulated and lost myself in the music, I knew that the sheerness of the fabric allowed the occasional hint that there might be nothing on underneath, the cut of the bodice revealed the swell of rounded breasts and the simple skirt caressed slim hips and what has been referred to as a 'sweet little ass'. My Guardian would use the word 'spankable'. It was one of those times when I was completely assured of my beauty and desirability and was reveling in the thought that many of the men in the room wished that they would be taking me home. My Guardian knew it as well. Each time the music slowed and we danced with bodies close together, he would slide a hand up the back of my neck. Let his fingers linger on my new collar and then grasp my hair.

"Who owns you, princess?" he would ask.

My reply was always the same. "You do, sir." 

It was a small ritual we allowed ourselves to heighten the sexual tension for later in the evening when we would return home and he would claim me once again. I relished every moment of it.

It was just such a moment when the obnoxious stranger from the dining room chose to intrude upon our evening. He was standing beside my Guardian. I didn't know where his dinner companion had disappeared to. Most likely, she had gotten tired of his behaviour and deserted him. Whatever the case, he had decided to turn his attentions to us.

"Step aside, buddy, and let a real man show her a good time," he said as he rudely grabbed my Guardian's shoulder.

It was a credit to my Guardian's discretion and decorum that he didn't immediately threaten to do serious injury to the jerk. I think he knew that I was still just a little frightened by his temper and hoped to avoid a scene for my sake. Instead, he pulled away and said coldly, "The lady is with me. Now get out of my face and off of this dance floor before things turn ugly."

The stranger was not to be deterred. "What's the matter? You afraid she might feel a real man pressing up against her and want to go home with me instead?" He turned to look at me. "Come on, baby, let me show you what you've been missing all your life."

I could have told him that I was familiar with men like him. That what I had been missing all my life was someone like my Guardian. I could have told him how obnoxious and disgusting I found him to be. Instead, I remained silent. It would have been disrespectful to my Guardian to embarrass him by displaying such a lack of manners. I looked at my Guardian and then lowered my eyes. The situation was his to handle.

My Guardian took a step back, gritted his teeth and faced the stranger. His voice was malevolent and I could tell that he was fighting to maintain his composure. "I will tell you once again. The LADY is with me. There is a ring on her finger and a collar around her neck that say quite clearly that she is owned. Now take your overblown ego and steroid-induced physique and get out of this restaurant - NOW."

In his anger, my Guardian did not think about what his choice of words would do. I tried to stop the orgasm before it got rolling, but under the circumstances, the word 'now' caught me utterly off-guard. The orgasm washed over me and my body shuddered and my breath caught in my throat. As discreet as I was, no one would have known except my Guardian - and the jerk standing next to us. It was all the excuse he needed.

He laughed. "Just look at the slut. She wants me so badly, she can't control herself. I'll bet ..."

He never had a chance to finish. My Guardian had him by the throat and up against the wall before he knew what had happened. His fist was raised to beat the stranger to a bloody pulp when someone grabbed it and stopped him. Nick Gianelli was standing beside my Guardian, mildly restraining him to avoid a public scene.

"Matthew, perhaps you and I should take our friend outside and discuss this like gentlemen, yes?" Nick asked.

My Guardian took a deep breath and said, "Nicky no one calls my princess a slut and gets away with it. You should know better."

Nick looked at my Guardian, gave a slight nod, and said, "Matthew, I have known Erin a long time. She is like my sister. No one calls my sister a slut and gets away with it. Now, shall we take our friend, here, outside and 'discuss' the situation?'

My Guardian smiled slightly. "Like the old days, eh Nick?"

Nick grinned, "Like the old days."

With that, they motioned to one of the staff who escorted me to Nick's office and led the stranger outside.

I waited in Nick's office for what seemed like an eternity. I knew Nick and my Guardian well enough to know that the stranger would be sorry he had ever crossed paths with them. I only hoped that they would do nothing too foolish, although I was certain that between the two of them they had enough 'connections' to keep themselves out of jail. Finally, I heard voices approaching in the hallway. Nick and my Guardian walked into the office and were immediately silent. I looked at my Guardian and could see from his eyes that he was still angry. 

"Matthew," I used his name since I was not certain whether Nick knew the full dynamics of our relationship. "I am so sorry that our evening was ruined. I feel like it was my fault. I didn't intend to invite the attentions of a stranger, though. He just appeared out of nowhere." 

Nick spoke before Matthew had a chance to respond. "Erin, cara mia, it is impossible for one as lovely and alive as you to avoid the unwanted attentions of such pigs. Matthew is not angry with you. We were simply discussing some minor business details."

My Guardian came over and stood beside me. "Erin, I promise you that it was not your fault. You were behaving most appropriately. And I promise you that our evening has not been ruined. As a matter of fact, thanks to our friend, I have a very special treat for you this evening, princess. Nick is helping me arrange it."

Nick turned and took a bottle of wine from a rack on his credenza. "We'll share a bottle of wine while we wait for everything to be ready. It has been too long since the three of us sat and visited."

As Nick and my Guardian caught up on what was going on in one another's lives, I found my mind drifting away. My Guardian's presence was like an energy field that set my entire body tingling. His scent filled my senses. I was aroused and longing to go home and learn what it was that he had planned for the rest of our celebration. Still, I would not embarrass him by allowing my desire to show. Instead, I resorted to one of the signals that we had agreed upon if ever I should want to let him know that I desired him when we were in public. I rose from my chair.

"Excuse me, gentlemen," I said politely, "but that chair is getting uncomfortable. I just need to switch positions for a few minutes."

I sat on the floor in front of my Guardian's chair at his feet, my long legs curled up beside me, hands folded demurely in my lap. I suspect that had I dared to be bold enough to look at my Guardian, I would have seen the corners of his mouth lift in a smile and the erection filling his trousers. I did not look, but waited submissively for his signal to leave. I did not have to wait long.

"Well, Nick," he said. "Thank you for the wine and the assistance. But we have detained you long enough this evening. Besides, I promised Erin a very special evening and the night is young."

"Go on. Get out of here, you two. I have work to do," replied Nick. "Enjoy the rest of your evening. Erin, I am sure you will have a wonderful night."

We left the restaurant and headed to the car. I was dying to ask, but knew better. My Guardian would tell me when he was good and ready. The ride home was filled with playful banter, until finally; I could take it no longer.

"Guardian," I began tentatively.

"Yes, princess."

"I want you."

"Do you, really, princess?"

"I want you so badly. I want to kneel before you and take your cock in my mouth. I want to feel you hands in my hair as I lick and suck and savour the taste of you. I want to devour you. I want..."

"PRINCESS!" my Guardian interrupted sharply. "Who owns you?"

"You do, sir."

"Who is it that has made the plans for this evening, princess?"

"You have, sir."

"I am very glad that you desire me, princess, and I am always glad to hear you say so. However, I will decide how you shall please me and when. You are almost being impertinent and I would hate to have to discipline you for that this evening, princess. I have promised you that you will not be disappointed this evening and that I have a very special surprise for you. You must trust me and leave it at that. Are we understood?"

"Yes, sir."

We rode in silence for a few minutes before I heard rather than felt my seat belt being unbuckled.

"Princess, I want you to turn and sit facing me with your back up against the door."

As I moved to obey, my Guardian nodded. "Good. Feet on the seat, legs spread wide. Slide your skirt up around your waist, princess. I want to see you."

My Guardian smiled in approval. "Beautiful, my dear, beautiful." 

He glanced over at me briefly before turning to his attention to the road again. "And the straps tied so prettily at your shoulders, princess, untie them."

My surprise must have registered on my face. "Yes, my dear, I do know that will leave your lovely breasts exposed. Untie them."

I obeyed without any further hesitation. As I sat in the front seat of my Guardian's car, fully exposed, I felt both mildly uncomfortable and incredibly aroused. I knew that he enjoyed both the sight of my body and the combination of my arousal and discomfiture.




The Anniversary Gift



"Princess, I want you to fondle yourself. Tease your clit from her slumber. Probe your opening. Caress your breasts. Hold nothing back. I expect you to give yourself pleasure. I expect to be able to HEAR your pleasure. However, you are not allowed to come. Push yourself to the brink, but don't you dare bring yourself to orgasm. That is MY privilege. Just as it is MY privilege to decide the evening's activities. I will give you pleasure beyond your expectations, I promise. First, however, a little reminder is in order. You are to please me. Your body is to please me. What would please me at this moment is to watch you enjoy your own body. Please begin immediately, princess."

I did as instructed. My hands danced lightly across my nipples, teasing them. They were erect and hard and I gasped lightly as my touch sent pinpricks of electricity across them. My hands moved sensually over my abdomen and found their way between my legs. I inserted first one, then two fingers into my opening, moistening them before fondling my lips and clit. My 'little girl' was aroused and ready to play. I drew the hood back a little farther with my left hand as my right caressed my clit. My hips began to thrust, my back was arched, my head pressed against the window as I began to increase the tempo. I was panting, my breath coming in ragged, rapid gasps. I began to moan with desire and pleasure.

My Guardian's voice broke through. "Fuck yourself, princess. Use your left hand and finger fuck yourself while your right hand continues to play with your clit."

I quickly complied. The pleasure was wonderful. If I was mildly ill at ease pleasuring my own body, it did not matter; for I knew that my Guardian loved to watch me do so. My desire mounted and my hips thrust even harder and faster. My body was writhing and my moans were becoming increasingly louder.

"Do you want to come, princess?" my Guardian asked.

Without stopping, I replied. "Yes, Guardian, yes. I want to come so badly. I need to come."

"What do you say, princess?"

"Please Guardian." My desire was beyond bearable. There was now an urgency and a wild abandon to my movements. I screamed. "Please, Guardian. PLEEEEASE ...."

"ENOUGH, PRINCESS! STOP IMMEDIATELY!"

My hands ceased their ministrations, but my body could not shift tempo so smoothly. I writhed and whimpered as the sexual tension gradually began to abate.

"I told you, princess, no orgasm yet. I want you fully aroused and on edge for the rest of our evening." 

I was vaguely aware of the garage door opening and the car pulling into the garage. As the garage door closed behind us, my Guardian turned off the engine. 

"Stay put," he said.

He exited the car, walked around to open my door for me and held out his hand to help me from the car. I reached to rearrange my dress, but his words stopped me.

"No need, princess. Please stand up."

As I stood before him, my skirt fell to once again cover me, but my breasts were still exposed. My Guardian bent slightly, took a nipple in his mouth and bit ever so lightly.

"Mmmm ... such perfectly delightful breasts," he said as he straightened up. "Remove your dress please, princess."

I did as directed; placing it in the hand he had extended to take it from me. As he put my dress carefully on the seat of the car, he ordered me to stand on the rug that was in front of the door to the house. Then he walked slowly around me, examining and admiring my naked body. 

"Kneel, princess. Submission position."

I knelt on the rug, my hands clasped behind my back, eyes towards the floor.

"Present your neck for collaring, princess."

Again, I lifted my hair from my neck and bent my head forward. My Guardian placed my leather collar with it's tiny brass lock on the rug in front of me. He reached around, unclasped the gold collar and placed it beside the leather one. As he picked up the leather collar, he stopped to ask me once again.

"Who owns you, princess?"

"You do, sir."

"Would you have it any other way, princess?"

"No, sir.'

"What do you want, princess?"

"I want you to place that collar around my neck and lock it in place. I want you to take possession of me - mind, body and spirit. I want you to take me into our house tonight and claim your possession once again. I want you to accept the gift of my body and my submission and do what you will to train, discipline, protect and respect me so that we may bring one another pleasure."

"You shall have your wish, princess," he said as he locked the collar snugly around my neck.

"Stand, please, princess."

I did as instructed. My Guardian stood in front of my and pulled me to him in a passionate kiss that took my breath away. I ran my hands over his back and through his hair as my mouth hungrily responded to his kiss. Gently, he pulled away. I whimpered and leaned towards him for more. My efforts were rewarded with a light swat on my ass.

"Impertinent, little thing," he said teasingly. "Submission position, hands behind back."

I complied. My hands were soon encased in leather cuffs and clipped together. A leather blindfold followed. I stiffened slightly. I was sometimes uncomfortable with the blindfold and my Guardian rarely used one.

"You need to trust me, princess," he said. 

He lifted my chin with his hand and I both felt and heard the leash as he clipped it to my collar.

Kissing me once again, he said, "Are you ready, princess?"

My reply both surprised and delighted him. "Yes, Master," I said.

"Why, princess," he exclaimed. "I believe you are. I believe you are, indeed. Let us begin, then, my dear."

I heard the door to the house open and felt the tug of the leash on my collar as my Guardian led me into the house. I couldn't help wondering to myself, shall we start in the dungeon or go straight to our bedroom. I shivered with anticipation and delight. I felt the moisture that evidenced my desire pool at the opening of my cunt and begin to trickle down the inside of my thighs. 

My Guardian led me a few steps down the rear hallway before instructing me to stop. As I stood waiting patiently, I felt him place my cloak over my shoulders and fasten the clasp at my throat. So, it is to be the dungeon, first. I thought to myself. I could not conceal my delight, my body shivering slightly in anticipation. The bondage aspect of our relationship was one which I found to be particularly arousing. While my Guardian did not object to the bondage play he did not find it to be as enticing as did I. I knew that a trip to the dungeon on the evening of celebration was an intentional act on his part to indulge me. 

My Guardian instructed me to stop once again. We must be at the stair landing. I felt the leash tighten as my Guardian firmly grasped my elbow to escort me down the stairs.

"Yes, princess, you shall have your time in the dungeon. I promise that I will be patient and take my time. I will tie you in all of your favourite positions and tease and torment and take you. You will scream and cry and plead for more. And I will oblige you. You shall not be disappointed. You have my word on it.," he said, acknowledging my telltale shiver of delight.

As we descended the stairs, he continued to whisper in my ear, detailing the plans he had in store. I was moaning and dripping with anticipation. Once in the lower level, he led me down another hall. We stopped as he opened the door to one of our rooms. Then he led me inside.

Neither of us spoke as my Guardian unhooked the leash, then with his hands on my shoulders turned me to the position he desired. My Guardian broke the silence.

"You were very good, princess. I know that you have been curious about the fate of our ill-mannered friend from the restaurant. Yet you have not inquired. You have shown admirable self-discipline and restraint."

"I was curious, Guardian, but knew that you would tell me when you were ready."

"It should please you to know, princess, that Nick and I did not harm our friend."

"Yet you were both so intent on exacting your revenge. I am afraid I do not understand."

"You will understand shortly, my dear. We were indeed intent on making him regret his behaviour. We are no longer rash young men who believe that our fists or violence are always the most effective means of vengeance. We have learned to be creative. That is my special surprise for you tonight, princess."

He removed my blindfold. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light in the room, I realized where we were. We were in one of our playrooms which served as my Guardian's observation room. It was, for all intents and purposes, a nice cozy den, except for the fact that behind the bookshelves was a two-way mirror, which could be accessed with the push of a button. It was here that my Guardian and I had some of our more intense conversations. It was also from this room that my Guardian would observe my 'training' in the playroom next door.

I looked at my Guardian quizzically.

"It has occurred to me, princess, that your submission and devotion mean little if they are not given willingly ..."

I started to interrupt, but my Guardian held up a hand to silence me.

"Given willingly," he continued "and with full knowledge of what it is you may be missing out on by remaining with me. So tonight I find it most appropriate that you be given an opportunity to know what it is you are passing up by remaining in my possession. The moron from the restaurant seems to think that he can show you what a real man is and that once you have seen him, you will want no one else, particularly me. So Nicky and I merely have arranged for him to have the opportunity to show you what he is made of."

With that, he pressed the button that retracted the bookshelves. I looked into the training room through the two-way mirror and first gasped then chuckled. There was our friend, in all his glory. His hands were tied to an eyebolt in the ceiling. His legs were spread, ankles tied to eyebolts in the floor. He was blindfolded but not gagged and I could see that he was vehemently protesting his fate. I turned to my Guardian.

"You really should have told him that the room is sound-proofed and let him conserve his energy," I said with a smile.

"Princess, you have an hour to do with him as you wish. He is your plaything. If he pleases you, you may use the safe word, I will give you back the gift of submission, and you are free to leave. I have only one rule. Until you use the safe word, you are still mine. That means his cock is not allowed inside you; nowhere - not your cunt, ass or your mouth. Other than that, what you do with him is up to you. This is my gift to you. One hour. If you decide to stay, I promise you will never regret it. I will take you places you have never been. I will care for you and love you and protect you and cherish you as I have for the last year. This I promise."

"Guardian, I do not want to ..."

"Princess, this is my GIFT to you. Do not turn down a gift. I insist that you go in that room. What you do is up to you. Before you go, I need to remove your cuffs. The collar stays. You must BOTH know that I own you. Once we go next door, I will explain the situation to our friend. Then you are on you own."

We walked into the playroom. The man's head turned towards the sound of the door. He protests began in earnest.

"Silence, fool," said my Guardian. "You are wasting your breath. The room is soundproofed. No one can hear you."

Remarkably, the man was quiet.

"No one has or will harm you. However, you have insulted both my princess and me and I do not take such lack of respect lightly. You have been brought here because you need to be taught a lesson. In my generosity, I am allowing you the opportunity to prove what kind of a man you are. I am also giving my princess the opportunity to 'sample' your wares. Even though I own her, she is free to make choices. So I am giving you to her as a plaything for an hour. Then she will see what she has been missing by being with me. She is free to do as she pleases. I will not interfere unless you show her any disrespect. You have an hour to convince her you are a man. I suggest you use it wisely."

My Guardian removed the man's blindfold. Then he moved silently towards the door. My voice drew him up short. "If you please, Master, I would like you to stay and observe."

He nodded and sat on a chair in the corner.

The man blinked a few times and then looked at me. I noticed a little of his swagger returning.

"So baby, are you ready to see what a real man is like?"

I laughed as my eyes swept over him from head to toe. "I have yet to see anything that impresses me."

"Surely you have never in your life seen such a finely sculpted body."

My word, I thought, he is actually preening like a ridiculous peacock!

"Actually, I have always found such FINELY sculpted bodies were a sign of an almost effeminate vanity. I see nothing there that would make me think I am in the presence of a real man."

"What you need, slut, is a taste of what this magnificent body can do. Once you taste this cock, you will never want the pathetic offering of your 'Guardian' again."

My Guardian had begun to stand at the word 'slut', but I motioned him away.

"What I NEED is not to have to listen to your tripe any more. You are MY plaything for the next hour. And I prefer my playthings to be silent. I think I shall have you gagged."

My Guardian pulled his handkerchief from his suit pocket and moved towards the stranger. I shook my head 'no.'

"Master, I believe a REAL gag is in order. May I use the black one?"

My Guardian laughed. "By all means, princess."

"Master, would you do me the honours, please?"

I smiled wickedly as he walked to our toy chest and removed the dildo gag. He walked up behind the stranger, who struggled and hollered and resisted - all to no avail. Once the gag was in place and securely buckled, my Guardian returned to his seat to enjoy the proceedings. I could see he was enjoying this already.

I walked up to stand in front of the man close enough that he could smell my perfume, bodies almost, but not quite, touching. I ran my hand lightly under his chin.

"If we are going to get to know one another, I really cannot continue to call you 'our friend'. I need to have a name to call you. Since you cannot tell me what yours is, I guess I will have to pick one for you. After all, you are MY plaything. Let's see, what shall I call you? Hmmm. I know..." I ran my hand along his jawline again. "I shall call you Cocksucker - C.S. for short."

Cocksucker uttered his muffled protests from behind his gag as my Guardian's laughter filled the room. 

"Oh this is going to be MUCH more fun than giving you a beating, Cocksucker," he responded.

I stepped back and again looked at the body before me, examining it from head to toe. I smiled. 

"Okay C.S., I will grant that you have worked very hard at that physique and perhaps there are some that might even find it impressive. I wonder, though, are any of them women?"

C.S. made his objection apparent as his entire body stiffened. His disdain registered in his eyes. I smiled again.

"You resent my implication? Are you thinking that a real woman would appreciate your magnificent body? Do you think that perhaps I am not a real woman?" I laughed again. "You don't have to say a word, C.S. It is written all over your face."

I grasped my hair in my hands and gathered it away from my face to better reveal my features and the collar around my neck. I shook my hair behind me as approached C.S. seductively. I was still wearing my cloak and although I was naked underneath it, C.S. could see little more than a glimpse of my long, slender legs as the cloak parted when I walked. I stood beside him, leaning my body against him so that he could feel the slight curve of my hip and the swell of my breasts. I ran my tongue lightly and seductively up the side of his neck lingering long enough to take a playful nip at his earlobe. I had to stand on my tiptoes to do so, which pressed my breasts more firmly against him. I heard him try to take a deep breath around his gag.

"What's the matter, C.S.? Does my body arouse you? Or are you wondering what I look like underneath this cloak?" I parted the cloak slightly and brushed up against him so that he could feel the soft, coolness of my skin against him. "Is this what you want, C.S.? Do you want to know what I look and feel like?"

I walked behind him and ran my hands over his back and shoulders teasingly. I parted my cloak and pressed my body up against his. Instinctively, he tried to lean back into me. I pulled away and delivered a firm swat to his ass.

"Really C.S., you must learn to play nice." I swatted his ass again, a little harder this time; although using my bare hand it could hardly have hurt. "You DO have a well-muscled ass, C.S.," I mused. "Perhaps, I shall make use of it before our time is over." I spanked him one more time, allowing my finger to just barely penetrate between his ass cheeks, leaving him wondering what exactly I might have in mind.

Slowly I made my way around his body, inspecting it as I went. Sometimes I would caress with my hands. Other times I would tease with my tongue. I watched as his body responded to my touch, almost in spite of himself. I did not speak, but dispassionately evaluated the specimen my Guardian had presented to me. Eventually, I stood in front of him once more. I ran my hands over his chest and down across his abdomen. I looked in his eyes and watched his response as my fingers grazed over his cock. I slid my hands down to cup his balls. I ran my fingernails over the length of his cock. I felt it begin to stiffen. I never moved my eyes from his, but let my fingernails languorously continue to stroke his cock. Finally, I spoke.

"Why, C.S. you seem to be responding to my touch. I cannot imagine such a fine specimen as you responding to someone that wasn't a real woman," I said, the sarcasm dripping from my voice. "Is it possible that you were wrong?"

I stepped away and unhooked the clasp of my cloak, letting it drop to the floor behind me. I stood naked before him and watched as he took in my naked body with his eyes. I stepped close to him once again, pressing my naked body against him. My breasts pressed into his chest. I ran my tongue along his neck and whispered in his ear.

"What do you think? Do you think this is a real woman's body, C.S.?" I nipped at his chin. "Would anything other than a real woman make you feel like this?" I kissed and licked along his collarbone. "How about this?" I licked and nipped at his nipples, which were hard and erect. "Or this?"

I walked around behind him once more. I pressed my body against his, wrapping my hands around him to resume fondling his cock with my hands and fingernails. All the while, I kissed, licked, and nibbled at his neck and ears. Abruptly, I grasped his cock firmly in my hands and said to him,

"Tell me C.S., just nod your head; have you revised your opinion of me yet?" He nodded in the affirmative.

"So you WOULD consider me a real woman?" Again the affirmative nod.

I released my hold on his cock and walked around to face him. I looked intently at his erect cock, all ten inches of it. Then I looked into his eyes again as I ran my fingernails over it caressingly.

"C.S., do you think any real woman would KNOW what she wants, what it would take to please her?" He nodded yes a third time.

I knelt in front of him, my face just inches from his cock. It twitched in anticipation. I licked my lips longingly as I stroked his cock.

"You want me, don't you C.S.? You want to bury that cock inside of me. You want to fuck my face and come all over me, don't you?"

The thrusting of his body towards me was all the answer that I needed. I rocked back and sat on my heels. I smiled wickedly.




The Anniversary Gift



"Then what a pity that I don't want you." I looked at his pathetic cock and shook my head. "What I want is a REAL man, C.S. - one who KNOWS how to treat a real woman, one who knows how please her, drive her mad with desire. I want a man who makes me long to please him and serve him and submit to him."

I took C.S.' now semi-erect cock in my hands again and ran my tongue along the underside. It began to respond. I fondled his balls. I continued to lick his cock, running my tongue up & down the shaft and around the head, but never letting it enter my mouth. As C.S. was once again fully erect, I said,

"You think I should kneel and worship this cock. You think I should consider it a privilege to have it any where near my slit. You think I should beg to drink your foul seed." 

"Let me show you what I really want, C.S. Watch and learn what a real man can do." I looked very deliberately at my Guardian who was watching with great intent. I knew the consequences of what I was about to do. I was willing to take them for a reason and I wanted to be sure that my Guardian understood this.

"Master," I said. "I believe we will have a lesson to teach." With that I ran my tongue along the underside of C.S.' cock one last time before letting just the tip of the head slip between my lips. I immediately withdrew. I spat on the floor at C.S.' feet. "That, C.S., is what I think of your pathetic cock."

My Guardian was on his feet and standing beside me immediately. He grasped my hair in his hand and pulled my head back to look into his eyes.

"You WILL be punished for that, princess, I promise you." I could see from the twinkle in his eyes that he knew I had deliberately broken the rule to allow him to punish me in front of C.S. and drive home the point that my Guardian owned me FULLY BY MY CHOICE.

"Kneel, princess. Submission position."

I turned, knelt in front of him, eyes down and hands behind my back.

"I know why, princess, but you must still be punished. Please bring me the chair from the corner of the room."

I rose and retrieved the chair for him. 

"I will be lenient with your spankings, princess. You shall only get 20. But you shall count each one. If you lose count, we start from the beginning again."

He sat in the chair and pointed to his knee. "Present yourself!"

I lay across his lap, with my ass presented for my spanking. I counted each spanking as my Guardian firmly administered my punishment. When he was finished, he spoke again. "Kneel, princess. Submission position."

I obeyed. My Guardian pushed my hair away from my face and looked at me lovingly. "I am sorry, princess, but we are not done here. C.S. needs to learn a lesson as well."

As I knelt, my Guardian brought out another chair, this one with an upholstered back, a pillow, some rope and a riding crop. He placed the chair in front of C.S.

"You know what comes next, don't you princess?"

"Yes, Master." I replied.

"Present yourself, princess."

I stood and bent over the back of the chair, my hands on the arms, my legs spread so that my feet were on the outside of the chair legs. I was facing C.S. and he could not help but see my breasts and every expression on my face.

My Guardian placed the pillow between the chair back and my abdomen. My hands and feet were tied to the chair.

"Are you ready, princess?" I nodded. "Then you need to tell me and Cocksucker what it is you want, princess."

"I want you, Master. I want you to discipline me and toy with me. I want you to use the crop across my ass and remind me that I am yours and your pleasure is my priority. I want you to tease and torment me until I beg you to fuck me. Then I want you to fuck me hard until I plead and beg for release."

"Very well, princess. Never let it be said that I don't give my princess exactly what she wants and deserves. This is about your discipline and showing Cocksucker how to fuck a woman and make her beg for more. This is to show Cocksucker that I OWN you. Do you want MY cock, princess?"

"Yes, Master."

"When I am through with you, I will untie you and you will go bathe and wait for me. We have an evening of celebration ahead, but I will not touch any part of your body that his body has touched. Nor will I allow anything that has touched his body to touch me. Are we understood?"

"Yes, Master."

I felt the first strike of the crop land on my ass.

"Like this, princess?"

"Yes, Master."

The crop came down on my ass again. Then I felt it brush lightly up and down the insides of my thighs and graze my clit. My hips writhed.

"Is this what you want, princess?"

"Yes, Master."

Again, I felt the sting of the crop on my ass. My Guardian reached and let the tip toy with my nipples. I moaned with desire. My hips thrust towards my Guardian.

"Shall I take that to mean you are enjoying this, princess?"

"Yes, Master."

He struck my ass a fourth time with the crop as my body writhed. I could have stopped it at anytime with the use of my safe word. We both knew I would not do so. My Guardian loved to discipline me. I enjoyed both the discipline and the privilege of pleasing him. He toyed a little longer with the crop on my nipples and between my thighs before delivering a fifth and final strike to my ass.

I was moaning, writhing and pleading. "Please. Please, Master, please."

"Please what, princess?"

"Please, Master, fill me. I want your cock inside of me. Please, please fuck me Master."

"You are aroused, princess? You want me? My cock?"

"Yes, Master. Please." I begged again.

Standing behind me, he slid two fingers inside of me. "Princess, you are dripping wet."

Pulling my hair back and lifting my head, he said, "Let's keep your head up, princess. I think Cocksucker should get to see the desire and pleasure on your face, don't you?'

He teased my opening with the tip of his cock. I moaned and writhed and moved my hips trying to take it in. I was rewarded with a playful swat to my ass.

"Naughty, naughty princess. I am not ready yet. Tell me, dear, who owns you?"

"You do Master."

"Would you have it any other way, princess?"

"No, Master."

"What do you want, princess?

"I want your cock, Master. I want it inside of me. I want to feel my walls wrap around it."

"Then you shall have your wish, princess."

He put his hands on my hips and with one swift, hard stroke he buried his cock in my cunt. I screamed with pleasure and nearly came at once. My Guardian immediately withdrew.

"No orgasm yet, my princess." He fondled my breasts as he slowly began to fuck me. C.S. had no choice but to watch as my Guardian slowly drove me mad with desire and pleasure. Finally, I could take it no longer.

"Fuck me, Master. Fuck me, please." I pleaded.

My Guardian obliged. Hard, fast strokes. His balls slapped against my ass. My breasts bounced with the impact. My body writhed. He grasped my hair and held my head so that C.S. could watch my face and breasts. My desire and pleasure mounted. The heat of my Guardian's cock inside me was pure ecstasy. Waves of electricity washed over me with every masterful stroke. I was on fire, enthralled, filled and completed. I panted and screamed. Moaned and gasped. Cried and pleaded. Finally, I sobbed,

"Please, please Master. Please let me come."

My body was wracked with a combination of sobs and spasms of desire. Every nerve ending in my body was alive in ways I had never dreamed possible. I could feel his cock with every inch of my walls. 

"Hush, hush princess." My Guardian soothed my body and altered the tempo slightly. "Soon. Very soon. You will come. We both will come together."

He continued moving inside of me - fast, then slow, always driving hard and deep. His cock fit me like a hand in a glove. We were a perfect fit and our bodies were made for one another. My pleasure was almost unbearable and my body longed for release. 

"Please, Master, I am begging you. Let me come. Come with me. Fill me with your come." My desire was so intense that I was nearly keening. 

"Yes, princess, you may come. Come with me, NOW."

I felt the warmth as my Guardian's come shot into me at the very moment my own orgasms began. Explosions of heat and light washing over my entire body, consuming me. I screamed and growled in delight.

"Yes! Oh my word, yes, Master." I felt my vaginal muscles clench tightly around the magnificent cock that filled me and tried to catch my breath as the second orgasm began to roll. There was no stopping them. One after another, they consumed my body and I wept with the joy of my Guardian's cock within me. 

From somewhere on the fringes of my consciousness, I heard a soft grunting sound. I looked down and there in front of me was C.S.' cock, his come dripping from the head, his erection rapidly fading. His worthless seed was spent on the floor in front of him.

I could not help myself. I began to laugh. 

"What is so funny, princess?" my Guardian asked sternly as he withdrew and walked towards the front of the chair. I nodded at the mess on the floor. "C.S. had a little 'accident', Master." I looked at C.S. "Really, C.S., you call yourself a real man. Being a real man involves discipline and self-control. You have just proven that you have neither." 

My Guardian untied my hands and feet, picked up my cloak and wrapped around my shoulders. Brushing a stray strand of hair away from my face, my Guardian instructed me.

"Go, take your bath. Light the candles and pour yourself some wine. I will expect to find you in our bedroom bathed and waiting in submission position in 30 minutes. We still have a full night ahead of us, princess. We will rest and begin again."

"Yes, Master," I said as I made my way towards the door. His voice caused me to stop.

"Princess ..."

"Yes, Master?"

"Are you through with your plaything?"

"Oh! Yes, Master. I had nearly forgotten"

The irony did not escape my Guardian, who laughed heartily. "Then I will have Nicky's boys release him." He looked at his watch. "Actually, princess, your hour is not yet up. What would YOU like to do with him?"

I smiled. "Pay him for his time - whatever you would pay a cheap hooker. Then have them drop him off on Fifth Street where the male prostitutes hang out. Perhaps someone there will want him. I certainly don't." I turned and addressed the Cocksucker. "What would possibly make you think that just because you have a ten-inch cock that you have ANYTHING I want?"

I turned to go. "I'll be waiting for you, Master." I slipped a finger along my slit, pulled it to my mouth and sucked my juices from it. "I am dripping in anticipation."

I closed the door behind me, the laughter of my Guardian and Master ringing sweetly in my ears.



The Anniversary Gift



This story is inspired by my loving and beautiful wife and is a work of pure fantasy only.

*

The rain batters against the window of the office as I stare out at the dark October evening. Just then a noise comes from my computer, and as I turn I see that the calendar reminder is flashing "ANNIVERSARY". Swine is that the time I had better hurry and get a move on. Grabbing my coat I head off out of the office.

Luckily, the exclusive clothes store is only a few streets down and I should not get too wet. The store closes at 5:30 and as I turned the corner I could see the curtains drawn at the front and there standing inside the door is the owner just getting ready to turn the sign to closed. She is tall and shapely in the right places with her flame red hair tied in a bun. Her eyes are highlighted by the dark eye shadow, those luscious red lips blossoming in their full colour. The top two buttons of her loose fitting blouse are undone showing her fabulous cleavage and her tight black skirt hugging her thighs and flared out just before it reached her knees. On her feet she has lovely pointed shoes with a two-inch heel. The owner smiles and motions me in then locks the door, turns the sign and draws the door blind.

"You are late Craig!" she said with a level of annoyance in her voice. 

"Sorry." I replied. 

"I didn't think you were coming for the present. Now just sit there and I will be out shortly with clothes for you to pick." Her words were sharp very much Schoolmistress-like as she went through the door to the storeroom. Sitting down as I was told I took off my jacket and loosened my tie. The shop owner walked back into the room after around five minutes had past. She was wearing a full-length fur coat, the length allowing just a glimpse of four-inch stilettos as they disappeared just into the hem of coat. 

"Well does Sir think his wife would like this?" she swishes about to show off the coat keeping it firmly shut. "Or would perhaps a dress be more to her liking?" She turns her back to me slowly unbuttons the coat then turns around opening the coat to reveal a beautiful black button down dress. It is quite tight fitting and really enhances her breasts and her lovely sexy thighs. What a sight, I feel a stirring in my groin as she drops the coat on a chair opposite and walks towards me, stopping in front and turning round. I slowly take in the beautiful vision in front of me. The dress comes down to just below her knees and as I follow it down there on her legs is a black distinctive seam running down to a diamond point just above the shoes. Must be stockings I thought as my heart started pumping faster, then again it could be those dammed fashion tights but still the thought made things a lot more uncomfortable and hard to hide down there.

She turns back to face me "See how sophisticated it looks like this with my hair all up". Damn sexy I thought. "But if you are not looking for it to be quite so sophisticated then you would just need to do this..." she said while slowly unbuttoning the top two buttons of the dress, giving me a good view of her cleavage. She reached up behind her and pulled at her hair so that it tumbled down over her shoulders. Bending forward she sways it about to get it fully down and the dress opened slightly more, allowing me a sneak peek at a lacy black bra. She straightens up and sits on the chair directly in front of me crossing her legs to make it even sexier; I could hear the swish of the nylons rubbing together. "If she feels any more daring..." she starts to unbutton the bottom of the dress "...she might even wear it like this!"

After three buttons the dress parts and falls over those long shapely legs. Then I glimpse the dark welt at the top; it is seamed stocking I think but a "WOW" escapes my lips. She turns her head and smiles and looks at the bulge in my trousers caused by my raging hard on which is now impossible to hide. 

"I think we had better release that before it does any damage" and before I am utterly speechless as she stands up and comes over to me. Reaching down she pulls down my zip and pulls my penis out with the head all glistening with pre cum. 

She stands up before me "Well what do you think? Were you looking for lingerie as well?" and with that she starts to unbutton the dress but before it opens she turns her back to me and slowly slips the dress off one shoulder at a time letting it hang to the waist. She turns back round to show a lacy balconette bra that lifts those magnificent breasts up, then the dress drops to the floor revealing a matching suspender belt and French knickers. "Do you think she would like these?" turning round and then bending over running her hands up her legs.

With my eyes I follow the slim stiletto heels tracing the seams of her stockings up and up those long shapely legs, to that round sexy bum with the French knickers ridding in between her cheeks and splaying out the lovely black lace as it comes up her bottom. She turns to look at me and asks if I would like to see it closer, before I have time to answer she unfastens the clip at the front of the bra and lets those wonderful voluptuous breasts fall out. Throwing the bra at me it hits me in the face and falls to my lap where my hand is slowly moving up and down my throbbing shaft. I was now held in a trance looking at this vision of beauty in front of me. "So you like what you see do you? Well how about this..." and slowly she slips the French knickers down her legs and throws them at me, This time they land on my face. I feel the dampness on my face from the crotch and the smell of that lovely sweet pussy. "Well would Sir like these for his wife then?" she seductively queries while standing just inches away from me running her long red nails up her stockings and all the way up her body, finally stroking her lips.

Suddenly she drops to her knees, moves my hand and takes me in her mouth. Oh, that feeling of her warm mouth gliding over my cock 

"god that is good!" as the teeth drag up my length and her head bobs up and down slowly. She looks up at me with a smile in her eyes. "Oh gees that feels so good!"

Then with a pop she slides it out and stands astride me, slowly lowering her pussy on to my cock. Once fully in she leans forward and gives me a long passionate kiss as our tongues entwine with each other and she starts to move up and down on my cock. Sliding up and down whilst dragging her nails up and down my back. She stuffs one of those gorgeous big breasts in my mouth, I suck her hard nipple. Starting to get faster jumping up and down harder, her breathing starts to get faster then she starts to scream ripping at my back with her nails. Then I start to feel my own orgasm coming "I am just about there, Oh, going to cum."

Quickly she jumps off and starts to lower her head to my cock. Before she can get my cock in to her mouth it starts to twitch and I can't hold back any longer as the first spurt hits her cheek, the next on her chin dripping down onto her breasts. She puts the head in her mouth and swallows down what was left. Slowly sucking me till I am dry. She stands, lifts her finger to her breast and cheek, lifting my drops of cum and putting them in her mouth.

"I think you had better get yourself sorted and go now." Claire says as she hurriedly starts to pick up her scattered clothes.

"Yes, Ok darling I will go and get the kids from your mums and see you when you get in," I reply and peck her on the cheek "Thanks for the anniversary present." 



The Anniversary Gift



You have just stepped out of the hotel bath when you hear a knock at the door. You slip on a robe and come out of the bathroom to see me working at the desk.

"Aren't you going to get that?" you ask, a little impatiently. 

"Would you mind," I reply. "I'm kind of in the middle of something here. It's just something I ordered you from room service."

You stomp to the door and open it to find that it isn't any kind of hotel employee, but instead there are two athletic looking guys in suits standing there.

"Can I help you?"

"Justine?" the taller one asks, holding out his hand.

"Yes" you reply slowly, confused.

From behind you I say, "They are your gift, Honey. Happy Anniversary!"

You just freeze there in the doorway, stunned. Still a little moist from the bath, you feel your skin shiver under the soft hotel robe. But the room isn't cold at all. It's starting to sink in. We have talked about it so many times. I have whispered the idea in your ear as I have pushed my cock into your wetness and teased you to orgasm. But this is real. And the reality of it sends a jolt of energy down your spine and into the core of your belly. You look towards me but your eyes don't really focus. The two men step through the door and each takes one of your hands and begins to lead you towards the bed. You are not aware of your legs moving. You drift across the room in a daze. Still not sure if you are going to go through with this, or even exactly what "this" is - your mind is a jumble of questions and possibilities when they lay you back onto the bed and it begins. 

I turn the chair I have been sitting in to watch and I imagine what you are thinking. You wear a soft smile that conveys risk, pleasure, trepidation, anticipation. I don't remember the guys' names. I don't try. They are Bachelor #1 and Bachelor #2, and that's all you and I will ever remember them as. I watch as Bachelor #1 moves to your right and begins to nuzzle your neck, kissing, nibbling - his hand on your breast, massaging it through your robe. Bachelor #2 has taken a different tact. And from your left he has one hand on your calf and with the other he steadies your foot as he begins to lick your toes. You are too stunned to be ticklish. I can see the tension in you. You are rigid, frozen. But then there is a moment, when Bachelor #1 moves his hand and shifts your robe open so that he can fondle your bare breast when I see you just relax and can almost hear your thought, "What the hell."

With your robe pushed aside now I can see your lovely, buttery skin; the furrow between your breasts, the soft fine hairs on your belly. I can tell you have just shaved your pussy. It is smooth and pink and perfect. Bachelor #1 continues to explore your breasts with his hands, and after a moment, his mouth. I watch as he cradles a breast in one hand while he laps at the aureole of the other, eventually using his teeth to gently tease the nipple to stiffness. He seems content to linger at your perfect tits all day, his tongue and hands moving from one to the other. He makes sure they are equally worshiped.

Bachelor #2 has been working his own mouth over your feet, up your left leg past your calf and knee and is now licking a trail along the inside of your thigh. I look up to your face and I see you staring shyly at me. I just grin to let you know how much I am enjoying seeing you thus pleasured. I always wondered when the moment actually came if I would feel jealousy or regret. But as I watch you being so indulged I can only feel fulfillment as the architect of your gratification. That's the precise moment when I see Bachelor #2 reach his destination and slide his tongue between your labia and into your pussy. You arch your neck back and giggle. Then you close your eyes and all reservation leaves the room for good. I see your legs relax as you spread them a little wider for this strange man between them. He works his lips around your sweet cunt. He alternates thrusting his tongue inside you and lapping at your clit. And every time he moves his mouth your body shivers with pleasure.

I stand and walk to the bed. Leaning over I kiss you long and hard. Your tongue wrestles mine as you enjoy three men's mouths on your body. We continue like this for a few moments when, as if on cue, we all stand back from the bed and begin to drop our clothing on the floor. You lay there in a sea of sheets, rubbing your clit with your hand and occasionally sliding your fingers inside your pussy, now soaked with your own juices and a stranger's saliva, watching as men surround you and get as naked as you already are. In a few seconds we are all bare flesh and desire. Our stiff cocks like spears, all pointing right at you. 

Bachelor #1 lies down on his side next to you and his hand joins yours at your pussy. Placing his palm on top of the back of your hand he pushes his middle finger inside of you where it joins two of your own already there. He lingers there a moment, enjoying your wetness and heat. Then you start to move your fingers together, in and out of your wet cunt. After several strokes he pulls his sex covered finger out of you and puts it in his mouth, savoring the taste of your juices. I know from experience that he'll crave more of your sweetness so, as he rolls onto his back, I guide you up and over him, your legs on either side of his head, your body aligned with his, your head at his cock in a classic sixty nine. I kiss you softly once and then I draw back and watch your face as Bachelor #1 pushes his tongue into your cunt. His style is different from Bachelor #2's. He is slower, even more methodical, tasting every fold and crevice of your pussy, running his tongue deep into you, savoring your sex. His cock is pointing up at you and I can see you looking tentatively at it. Impulsively, I kiss you again while I wrap my hand my own hand around his shaft. I have never touched another man's cock but with all the sex in the air it doesn't seem odd at all. When we break our kiss I present it to you. It's the same length as mine but a little thinner. I stroke its length and touch the tip to your lips. You instinctively begin to tongue it as and I run the moistened head around the arch of your mouth. Bachelor #1 goes to work in earnest on your clit now and reflexively you move your lips further onto the shaft of his cock, your mouth pushing my hand down towards his balls. I continue to stroke his cock at the base as I watch you give him the blow job of his life. 

While I am enjoying this view, over the curve of your back I see Bachelor #2 move around behind you on the bed and place his hands on your ass. He caresses your supple back and kneads your apple bottom. Then he leans over you and kisses you at the base of your spine. He only lingers a second though and then his tongue begins to descend into the cleft of your fine ass. He spreads your cheeks with his hands and as Bachelor #2's tongue reaches your asshole and begins to trace a tiny circle around it, you take even more of Bachelor #1's pulsing cock into your mouth, your lips pushing my hand out of the way as you completely deep throat him. Bachelors #1 and #2 then fall into a subtle rhythm, an intimate competition, their tongues sliding into and out of your pussy and ass, their lips pressed against your most sensitive flesh. Each man strives to give you the most pleasure, their tongues tracing the curves of each of your orifices and then plunging deeper into you. Together they seek to consume you in their lust. They inhale your most private flesh.

I feel my own cock throbbing with each beat of my heart. It is so hard you can actually see it pulsing. I kneel in front of you and offer it to you. Supporting yourself with your left forearm on his belly, you grab Bachelor #1's cock in your left hand and reach out for mine with your right. Then you pull me greedily towards your waiting mouth and suck me in until your lips reach the bass of my shaft. Rhythmically you run your mouth up and down the length of me, sucking and stroking. And then, continuing to stroke me, you move your mouth back to Bachelor #1's waiting cock. After a moment you are sucking me again while you stroke him. Back and forth goes this dance until you pause, a cock in each hand, and then you put us both in your mouth. I feel the head of his prick against my own and your tongue all over us both as you consume us. This goes on; Bachelor #1 and #2 each pushing you faster towards ecstasy as they minister to your nether openings with their mouths, and you, working to pleasure the cocks in your mouth, in your hands, rubbing the heads together and pulling the sensitive flesh onto your velvet tongue. That's when you start to buck. The trance of pleasure that held you allowed your orgasm to sneak up behind you. It is here now and you go wild in its throws. You writhe and squirm, but Bachelors #1 and #2 are strong, their hands on your ass and thighs hold you to their mouths. It's as if they want to drink in your orgasm. Even though you don't ejaculate - they swallow you as you cum.

Then there is a discontinuity. You awaken as if from sleep, but no time has passed. You are at once spent and energized. You don't know exactly what you want - but you do know you want more. I help give it to you.

You roll off Bachelor #1 and onto your back. He moves to the edge of the bed and I lie down in his place, facing you. I pull you on top of me and you start to lower yourself down onto my cock, but I stop you. Instead I say to Bachelor #2, "Fuck her." He maneuvers around behind you, straddles both our legs, and starts to move forward. I kiss you, and then gently hold your face in my hands. I want to look into your eyes as this stranger enters you. And as we gaze smiling at each other you feel the head of his cock start to push into you. You are soaking wet. There is no resistance as he spreads your cunt open and glides deep within you. Your eyes are locked on mine and I see them widen as his full length fills you up. You can feel that his cock has an odd curve to it that mine does not. It's clearly the cock of a stranger and this gives you a second's distress. But I am there, under you, smiling at you and it is all right. And as he moves it gets better than all right. He's thrusting into you, his hands on your ass. He pulls you towards him, then slides out, then back in, over and over. I look up into your eyes as you move over me. You look down and I can see your delight, and something else, something devilish. You look back over your shoulder at this stranger fucking you and you whisper, "Come here." Bachelor #2 slowly eases out of you with a wet slurp and comes around. I can see his cock is coated with your juices. I can smell you on him. I think you intend to suck him now but instead you take his slick cock in your hand and offer it to me. "Taste me," you say and your lips curl up in an evil grin. I start to ask what you mean but before the words come out you pull him close and touch his cock to the "W" forming on my lips. I taste only you and I start to lick you off of him. Your flavor and scent covers him so I start to suck him more deeply. My lips enclose the head and then move further down. It's an odd sensation, but not unpleasant. I take his cock deep into my mouth and lick every drop of you from its shaft. And as I do you lower yourself onto my own cock. It fills you up in a comfortable and familiar way. You start to move against me, up and down the length of my cock, feeling it pulse inside you. 

I see you looking around as if you have forgotten something when you turn to Bachelor #1 who is sitting on the edge of the bed quietly watching and stroking his cock. "Fuck me," you tell him. You take Bachelor #2's cock from my mouth, lick it once, and then hold it in your hand, massaging the shaft. Just as Bachelor #2 had earlier, Bachelor #1 maneuvers around behind you. He doesn't fuck you at once though. Instead he leans in between my legs and cups my balls in his right hand. He places his left hand on your ass cheek and then I feel his mouth is on the one inch of my cock that isn't inside you. I feel his tongue dart around the base of my shaft and I know that he is licking your sweet pussy lips as I fuck you. Then he moves higher and I watch your eyes roll back in ecstasy as he begins to lap at your asshole. I revel in your pleasure and my own when Bachelor #1 straightens onto his knees and places both hands on your ass. At this signal you lock your eyes on mine and then, in one fluid motion, you lift up off my cock and instantly feel it replaced by another. You smile with puckish delight as this third cock slides inside your pussy. I kiss you and you pull the cock in your hand to our lips and then we are sucking it together. 

With each forward thrust of the stranger fucking you from behind, I can feel strange balls brushing my erect prick. I let the head of Bachelor #2's cock slide from my mouth and you take him fully into yours as I trace a line to your neck with my tongue and nuzzle you there. Placing both hands on your ass cheeks I spread them a little wider. With each forward thrust into you Bachelor #1's pelvis bumps into my hands. I reach around you further and my index finger caresses your asshole, now slick with a stranger's saliva. I move the tip of my finger in a tiny circle through the wetness and then, teasingly, I lightly push it inside. When I remove it I move my hand down and loosely close my thumb and forefinger around the cock sliding in and out of your dripping pussy. I feel every motion of this foreign cock as it glides between my fingers and into your luxurious flesh. It is an amazing sensation. After a few indulgent moments I grasp him a little more firmly and guide him out. 

Holding Bachelor #1's slippery prick in my hand I feel you lower yourself back down onto my cock. I sink all the way into you and then I tell you "hold still." I pull the cock in my hand towards you and gently touch the tip to your asshole. It is wet with saliva from Bachelor #1's recent tonguing and his cock is covered with your goo so that there is plenty of lubrication. I rub the head of this stranger's prick in a tiny circumference around the tight ring of your anus. I continue this most intimate massage until I feel you start to relax, and then I guide him as he begins to push into you. In one instant I feel the head of this prick in my hand deliberately stretching your asshole, and also the tip of his cock pushing inside you on the base of my own now completely swathed within your pussy. He moves forward just a little more and I hear you sigh with satisfaction as I feel, with the fingertips of my guiding hand at your anus, the crown of his prick's head slip inside you and your ass closing around the shaft. I find the tactile sensation of this most intimate violation so erotic that it takes all my concentration to keep from climaxing. His cock slides past my fingers and moves steadily into your ass and I feel the pressure created by its knob moving up and along the shaft of my own aching cock. When his pelvis touches my hand I move it out of the way so that he can push his whole length into you. We both linger a moment, feeling the warm, soft, velvet pleasure. We completely fill your ass and pussy with our unyielding masculinity. 

You surrender to the sensation, all this man inside you. But, it is almost too much, too overwhelming. You try to distract yourself by taking Bachelor #2's cock deeper into your mouth. It only intensifies the feelings radiating from your groin. That's when we all start to move. The stranger in your ass and I find a rhythm; first together, then in syncopation. We fill you up with lust in a way otherwise impossible. I can sense your orgasm building as we all slide in and out of your moist openings. You tense and rock against me and then you start to buck and spasm. There is nowhere to go though. You are pinned. We all thrust forward and hold you as you climax and your pussy and ass clench down on the cocks pushing into them. You scream out past the prick in your mouth in pleasure and joy in the throes of an orgasm that shakes the walls and causes the occupants of the neighboring rooms to consider calling the authorities. Your ass and pussy repeatedly compress and release the two shafts of flesh buried deep within them. After what seems like an eternity of bliss you start to come back to yourself. The three of us are wrapped around you, enclosing you in a penetrating cocoon of slick sexuality. When we all finally slide out of you even the withdrawal is satisfaction. Your whole body has become a clit. Every stroke or caress an expression of pleasure. 

You roll off of me panting, trying to reassemble your own scattered consciousness. Lying on your back you look up at the three men who have so diligently serviced you. We all are still rock hard. The engorged heads of our cocks are all pointing accusingly at you, and you remember that none of us have come yet. I stand at the side of the bed and reach down to take your left wrist in my right hand, your left leg in my left. Bachelor #1 follows my lead and takes your other wrist and leg in his own hands and we gently pull you wide. Like some Native American sex sacrifice you are spread-eagled against the bed. The restraint and your vulnerability cause you to momentarily tense. You pull against the strong hands holding you. Squirming, you look up at me, and you see my smile begin to fade into a frown of concern as I loosen my grip. And that's all it takes. You know I am there for you and at once the panic in your eyes turns back to lust. You grin mischievously to reassure me as you relax and spread your thighs even wider. We adjust our grip and hold you that way.

Your pussy is open and glistening as Bachelor #2 maneuvers between your legs and, without hesitation, enters you. I watch his ass cheeks clench and release as he plunges into you over and over again. His legs tense with each thrust, and then relax as he pulls back. His pelvis tilts forward as he pushes every inch of his cock into your pussy. He's close. It only takes a few minutes until his rhythm starts to quicken and I know he is about to cum. He utters a low, primal moan and his testicles tense and rise as he begins to climax. He plunges deeply into you one last time as if he would disappear inside you, and then, quivering with contentment, he relaxes into the afterglow. He seems satisfied to stay there forever but Bachelor #1 has other plans. He taps your latest lover on the shoulder and they gracefully change places. Bachelor #2 gently takes your arm and leg and spreads you open as his friend moves to enter you. Your skin is so sensitive that every brush of flesh against it is almost unbearable. You are acutely aware of every nerve ending in your pussy and clit as Bachelor #1 climbs on top of you and glides his cock into you up to the balls in one, smooth motion. He moves more methodically than his friend, his thrusts more deliberate. But like Bachelor #2 he is at his limit, and after several long slow strokes his breathing increases and he starts to spasm. I look down on this second man taking his pleasure from you, giving you pleasure. You see me watching and you look right at me smiling wickedly as this stranger comes inside you. Your eyes never leave mine throughout his orgasm which seems to last for minutes. And then all at once he is spent. He lifts himself up onto his elbows and I watch with interest as his cock slides out of your glistening pussy. As he moves down off of you to stand at the foot of the bed, Bachelor #2 and I release your hands and legs and you start to relax.

I lay down next to you and we are both vaguely aware of Bachelor #1 and #2 picking up their clothes, dressing, and making their way out of the room. I lean over you as we hear the door close and we know we are alone. Your pussy is as wet as I have ever known it, your skin covered with scents of strangers and it all screams of lust. I kiss your mouth deeply and then I move on to your breasts. Your nipples taste salty from your recent exertions. I continue to make my way down your sweaty belly and then linger a moment looking at your well used cunt. I finger the tender flesh, tenderly exploring the folds of your engorged labia and then gently massage your hypersensitive clit. I push two fingers into your slickness and I softly massage your lovingly abused pussy from within. Then I slide my fingers out of you and lean forward, replacing them with my tongue. I can taste the strangeness on you, the foreign sex, and the trespass of strangers into our private territory. The smell and the tang and the idea of all that we have done here excite me and I must have release. I climb on top of you and I rub the head of my cock around your swollen labia then thrust inside your sex drenched pussy. You relax into my rhythm as Magnificence comes home and you grab my ass and pull me into you as I start to climax. I lose myself inside you, with you, as I orgasm. When I come back to reality I open my eyes to see you smiling up at me. "Happy Anniversary," you say as we both drift off to sleep in the comfort and security of each other's embrace.



The Anniversary Gift



Cum from the last three cocks flowed out of her lily white ass as she was lifted up by her tits by one of the huge black men. Even as it emptied into the glass beneath her stretched and sore ass hole, she found another black cock pressing into the back of her throat. She had been manhandled and abused like this for the past two hours and even though her entire body ached from the constant assault of the seemingly countless cocks, she was deliriously happy that she'd been allowed to experience her fantasy. Holding her head tightly against his pubic bone, the man shot his final load down her throat before letting her catch her breath. With her own saliva spilling out around the base of his shaft, he backed up and then smeared the spit and last few drops of cum over her face with his cock. He grabbed a handful of her sweaty hair and wiped it over the tip of his softening dick, called her a cheap white whore and then slapped her in the face with his black piece of meat.

By now the remaining men had gathered around her and began chanting, "Drink it, bitch! Swallow it all!" One of the men handed the nearly filled glass of cum to her. She took it, held it to her mouth and as hands groped her tits, tilted her head back. The men kept chanting until she'd swallowed all of the thick cream. The chanting changed to cheering. 

"Fuckin' whore!" 

"Damn good piece of ass!" 

She licked her lips and reminded them that anybody who wanted to see the video needed to tell me before leaving. I checked everyone's email address and told them I'd send a link to the video after it was uploaded.

As instructed before the gang bang began, she went to the door, bent over at the waist and held her ankles so the men could slap her ass or finger her on their way out. Only one chose not to spank her, but instead of fingering her, shoved his entire hand up her sloppy pussy and gave her a few hard punches inside. She squealed, at first from the pain and then from her orgasm. He wiped his gooey hand in her hair and then waved at me as he left the room. "Enjoyed using your slut! She's a damn good fuck. See ya Monday, boss!"

I looked at her, covered with beads of perspiration, her face glistening with saliva and cum, makeup smeared, her hair matted from being used to wipe cum from cocks and hands, her pussy lips swollen and her thighs slick with cum.

"Show me that ass hole, slut," I ordered. "Oh, yeah... that's been fucked good!" I laughed as I effortlessly pushed four fingers inside it.

"You want me to shower?" she asked.

"Nah. I haven't given you all of your anniversary present yet."

"You haven't? Oh, shit! But I'm so stretched out!"

"Not a problem, babe. Remember that trip I made to the sporting goods store last week? I got you a baseball bat." I grinned as a look of horror formed in her eyes. "That's right - you got your fantasy and now I'm going to get mine. First your pussy and then your ass. Get up on the couch. That's it. Kneel on the cushions and point that ass back at me."

Without hesitation she did as she was told. I squirted some lube on the end and sides of the bat and then eased it into her pussy. Thanks to all the fucking by the warehouse crew, the bat went in fairly easily. I'd enjoyed watching her pussy being stretched by the cocks before and now was delighting in seeing her stretch open even wider. I slowly pushed it in until she let out a sudden yelp.

"Okay. I'll mark it right there," I said as I rubbed a black marker on the bat just outside of her lips. "I'll try not to go any deeper than that while I'm fucking you. You ready, slut?"

Without waiting to hear her response, I pulled the bat almost all the way out of her and then pushed it back in quickly. Rotating it counter-clockwise as I pulled it out and clockwise as I thrust it back in, I worked her hard and fast.

"How's that, my fuck toy?"

"Oh... fuck... yes... Do... it... Fuck.. me..."

In just a couple of minutes she started cumming. Her body bucked back towards me and then lurched forward against the back of the couch. I pushed the bat inside to the mark and held it firmly as she trembled, quivered and cursed.

"I'm not done with you yet, so don't get too relaxed."

As I pulled the bat out of her a thick, creamy glob of her juice spilled onto the floor. "You can lick that up later. Right now, I'm going to shove the bat up your ass."

Before she was able to finish saying, "Oh, shit!" I had the bat pushing its way into her abused ass hole. It didn't go in as easily as it did in her pussy. I had to press harder, forcing her into the back of the couch. In another few seconds the bat began to disappear inside her. I slapped one of her ass cheeks and congratulated her on being such a good ass whore. I went a little easier on her now, not wanting to do any serious damage. After all, I might want to fuck her myself in a while. After a minute or so of stroking the bat in and out, I pushed it in as far as I could, paused, and told her to stand up. "Turn around and face me. Don't let it come out."

She slowly rotated until she was facing me.

"Squeeze your nips for me. That's it. Harder. Stretch them."

I reached a hand down between her thighs and gave the bat a gentle push upwards while twisting it. After releasing it, I gave her pussy a sharp slap with my open palm before pinching and pulling on her clit. "Keep working those nipples," I said as I continued to mangle her clit. I watched her grimace for a while before her expression changed to pleasure. At that point I turned my focus to rubbing her clit back and forth. She started to pant as I pressed harder. 

"It's okay. You can cum when I say so." 

I continued to rub her clit as she twisted and pulled her nipples. Her knees began to tremble. I told her to keep the bat in her ass and keep working her nipples. I looked down at her thighs and saw they were coated with her juice. I shifted my hand so I could rub her clit with my thumb and then shoved three fingers inside her pussy and pressed upwards. The moment I did that she orgasmed and the bat shot out of her ass. A sudden spray of cum squirted out of her, soaking me in the process. I helped her sit down on the front edge of the couch, stepped up onto the seat and forced my cock past her lips and into the back of her throat. If I hadn't been so worked up from watching everything that had happened during the afternoon, I could've fucked her throat long and hard, but as it was, I only lasted for about a minute of thrusts before shooting my load. Like everybody before me, I pulled out of her mouth and smeared the last remaining drops of cum all over her face before dragging my cock through her hair. She grabbed my hips and pulled me up over her face, spread my ass cheeks and buried her tongue inside the rim of my ass hole.

"You are such a nasty whore! Happy anniversary!"



The Anniversary Gift Ch. 1



In the six years since their marriage, Eva had come to know her husband, Charles, as a very kind, considerate, loving man. He also had a healthy, very lusty sexual appetite. But he had never been demanding - not once. If she was tired or just not in the mood, Charles had simply smiled and found something else to do. 

So as the day of their sixth anniversary approached, Eva tried to think of the perfect gift for the perfect husband. She thought she had a good idea and raised the subject with him across the breakfast table. 

"Charles, darling," Eva began, "you know our anniversary is coming soon." Charles politely glanced at her, then went back to reading the paper. 

"Charles, I've had some thoughts about a celebration of our marriage." Eva spoke while Charles remained intent on reading the news.

"I thought about how you cared for my mother in her dying days, how you helped my brother when he hit bankruptcy, and how you've supported me every hour of every day that I've spent away from you building my law practice. I'm very grateful for what you've done. So I thought perhaps that this year we should focus on what you want. I wondered if perhaps a trip designed to fulfill your sexual fantasies might not be fun?" Eva suddenly had Charles' undivided attention as he put down the paper.

"What do you think, my love?" Eva asked. 

Charles hesitated for a moment, then responded, "Sounds very interesting - but can I take some time to think about it?" 

"Of course, dear," Eva smiled. 

Two weeks went by and Charles said nothing. Eva was quite surprised at her husband's lack of response. With just five days left before the anniversary day, she wondered if she should make alternate arrangements. Perhaps just the standard dinner and a movie would be acceptable.

Then, while Eva sat wondering at her desk in her spacious law office, the phone startled her when it rang. It was Charles. "Hello, darling. Listen, I'm sorry I haven't got back to you before now but I've been busy finishing up on a proposal I have for you regarding your thoughts about our anniversary. I wonder, could you come by the office after work, say 6:00 PM?" 

A workaholic, Eva had appointments scheduled until 9:00 PM. But Charles had aroused her curiosity, so she cancelled her appointments and agreed to meet him at his office at 6:00.

Charles had established a successful brokerage firm years before he'd met Eva. His firm was housed in a three-story building on the other side of the city, so Eva took a cab. 

Now semi-retired, Charles still came into the office twice a week to service some old clients and to "keep up my skills" - skills that had earned him an income of well over $1 million a year. As the boss' wife, Eva got first class treatment from security when she arrived at the brokerage firm's front door. A very large male security guard personally escorted her to Charles' office in time for their meeting. 

Charles arose from his desk to greet her. "Good evening, my dear." He turned to the security guard. "Thank you, Morrison. That will be all. Please close the door when you leave. And have a good evening." Morrison smiled, glanced at Eva, then quickly turned and walked out the door, closing it behind him. 

"Coffee, tea, anything to drink, my dear?" Charles inquired. "No, Charles," answered Eva somewhat impatiently. "Now what is it? You said you were finishing up some proposal to me regarding our anniversary. Well, what is it? I've cancelled three client appointments to be here this evening, so let's please get down to business and forget the amenities."

Charles smiled. "OK, Eva, if that's the way you want it." Without another word, he handed Eva a six page document, two pages descriptive narrative, the other four pages a proposed legal contract.

The proposal narrative was simple and straight-forward: it requested that, for a period of two weeks (at a location to be named by Charles) Eva agreed to do whatever Charles told her to do. She would wear whatever he told her to wear and fuck whomever he told her to fuck. 

Eva read the proposal, threw it on Charles' desk and laughed. "Surely, you must be joking. I will of course not do anything of the sort. I envisioned a romantic weekend get-a-way for just the two of us. This trash is way out of line, Charles. Don't even think about it. I will do nothing of the sort." 

Charles paused, smiled, then handed her a plain brown legal size envelope. "Oh, my dear, I think you will do everything of the sort. Read the contents."

Annoyed, and growing angry, Eva opened the envelope. It contained a photocopy of a letter she had once written to a judge, proposing a meeting. "This is your evidence, Charles?" Eva said scornfully. "It's nothing." 

"Oh, but it's everything, my dear," Charles replied as he clicked on the VCR remote and a video began to play. 

The video showed Eva handing a bribe to the judge, who agreed on the audio to alter his decision to help Eva win the case. Clearly, if this video ever got into the hands of the District Attorney, both Eva and the judge would wind up in prison.

Eva was stunned. "How did you...?" She was unable to speak. 

"I have some very good security people, Eva," Charles replied. "Morrison may look like a big dumb security guard but he is one of the brightest investigators under the sun." Now Eva understood why Morrison glanced at her, smiling, before he left the office. Morrison knew what was going to happen here tonight. She shivered.

Charles spoke to Eva quietly. "I'm prepared to release the tape, if you fail to comply with my wishes. I'm advised that once you are indicted, I can sue for divorce with a reasonable expectation of keeping everything. In fact, my attorney's believe that, as a felon, you actually might be forced to pay me damages for the grief, anguish and embarrassment you caused my good name due to your actions. At least, that's the motion we would file."

"On the other hand, you could simply put up with my proposal for two weeks each year, then maintain your assets and your career as is," Charles reminded her. 

Eva spit out her words. "Wait a minute, Charles. You want to do this every year?" 

"That's right, Eva. Read the contract." 

Eva reviewed the four-page legal document. The contract did require her to explicitly follow Charles' orders for a two-week period each year. It guaranteed that, should Eva give Charles any dissatisfaction during the two weeks, Charles would send the tape to the District Attorney. Further, if Charles met an untimely death under questionable circumstances, his lawyers were authorized to release the tape.

But if she complied with Charles during the two weeks, Eva was given written, binding guarantees that she could pursue her own interests 50 weeks of the year. Charles even posted a $500,000 bond which he would to forfeit for violations.

Eva was beaten and she knew it. "I'll sign it, you bastard. But it's not legal unless its witnessed." 

"Oh, don't worry about that," Charles assured her. He pushed the intercom button on his office phone and spoke into it. "Morrison, would you come here please?" 

To Be Continued...



The Anniversary Gift Ch. 2



Four weeks had gone by since the contract was signed. Eva felt her perfect marriage to Charles was destroyed. She had moved out of their home and moved into an apartment in the city. Eva had not spoken to Charles since that dreadful night in his office.

Then one morning the phone rang. The man on the other end introduced himself. "Hello, this is Robert Zeiner, Charles' attorney. He has given me some sealed instructions for you and I'm having them delivered to you today. I just wanted you to be aware of their arrival." Then, without another word, Zeiner hung up.

At 2:00 PM that afternoon, Morrison walked into Eva's office carrying a large white sealed envelope. He handed Eva a note from Zeiner requiring that she sign a delivery slip before Morrison gave her the envelope. Eva angrily scrawled her signature on the slip. Morrison then gave her the envelope, smiled and left the office.

The directions were precise, explicit and typed. She had half-hoped there might be a personal, handwritten note from Charles - but no such luck. 

Charles told her to be in Hawaii next month, for two weeks. He was providing a place for her in Hilo. Charles would stay at another location. Enclosed were tickets and rental car registration, along with the rental agreement for a house in Hilo. 

The instructions closed with a reminder: Eva's attendance was not optional. She did not need to bring any clothes, other than what she wore on the plane. Everything would be provided upon her arrival. And, according to their contract, she agreed to follow Charles' directions without question.

Eva scowled at the reminder but realized she had no choice. She spent the next several weeks catching up on work and clearing her schedule for a two week absence.

Finally, the day of departure arrived. Eva came to the airport, wondering if she would see Charles there. But it was simply strangers every where. She bought a good book and read, slept or ate during the six-hour flight to the big island. 

Upon arrival, Eva obtained the rental car, drove out to find the place that would be her home for the next two weeks. Finally, at the end of a gravel road, at an isolated spot in the hills overlooking Hilo, Eva found a small bungalow surrounded by palms and tropical plants. It was about as private as private could be.

The cottage contained a kitchenette, small dining area, tiny reading room, average bed room and bathroom. A glance through the window showed that the palms offered complete privacy. 

On the dining table was a vase filled with a dozen roses - and a copy of the signed contract. Under other conditions, Eva would have loved the bungalow. 

Several hours went by with no word from Charles. The refrigerator was stocked with food, so Eva decided to relax with a snack and watch the tropical sunset. Suddenly, the phone rang.

Eva listened apprehensively as it rang two more times. Finally, she reached over to pick it up. "Hello."

"Hello, Eva. This is Charles. Welcome to Hawaii." There was a long pause as Eva said nothing. Charles continued. "In thirty-minutes, Morrison will be knocking on your door. He will be carrying a package containing your clothes for the evening. It also contains a map with directions to our house. Be here dressed appropriately by 7:00 PM." Charles hung up.

Eva could no longer relax. She paced the floor until she heard the knock at the door. There stood Morrison with a large box. She took it from him, then shut the door without comment. She watched him walk into the rain forest. 

Eva opened the box. It contained exact directions for her, beginning with a bubble bath. Forty-five minutes later, Eva stood looking at herself in the mirror. 

Her hair had been "puffed up" with a blow dryer. She had heavy eyeliner and gloss lipstick on her face, offset by large gold earrings.

Eva was wearing a black push-up bra that created a deep, visible cleavage between her size 42D tits. She was wearing matching Rio-cut thong panties that also created a deep cleavage between her ample ass cheeks. Over this was a mesh see-through mini-skirt with a plunging neckline that emphasized her bustline. The ensemble ended with black 4-inch heels.

Eva blushed in embarrassment. At age 42, she had a ravishing body, one kept in tone by numerous workouts at the Y. But never in her life would Eva have displayed her "charms" like this, like a slut. But to save herself - and her career - she had no choice. For the next two weeks, she dressed like this. Well, time to get to Charles and learn of the evening program. 

She reviewed the map and left the bungalow, heading directly into the rainforest. The map said that a series of walk lights would light her way along a dirt path to Charles' house. Sure enough there were the lights - and sure enough, they led her to Charles.

It was a large home, with a swimming pool. Three rental cars sat in the driveway. Bright lights shone through the windows. Rock music, with a heavy bass, drifted toward her. As instructed, Eva walked up the front stairs and knocked on the door. 

Charles answered. "Ah, Eva. Right on time - and dressed appropriately I see. Come in and meet the guys."

To Be Continued...



The Anniversary Gift Ch. 3



Eva entered the room. Besides Charles, she saw five other men. She angrily turned toward Charles to say something but he quickly interrupted her.

"Eva, before we get started, let me review for everyone the ground rules. We are all governed by a contract here. For the next two weeks, you are to willingly fuck, suck and do whatever else I request. You are to make yourself available in whatever manner I require. And you are to have sex with whomever I designate, so long as each prospective partner has presented in writing to your attorney a valid certificate of health certifying that they have no diseases. In addition, each partner must use a condom at all times."

"These are my friends and colleagues whom I've invited along to enjoy the next 14 days. Each man will introduce himself and present papers from your attorney."

A large big black man stepped forward, took Eva's hand and said, "Hello, ma'am. I believe you already know me from your husband's office. I'm Morrison."

He presented Eva with an envelope. The stationary was from her attorney's law office. It indicated that Morrison had passed through the rigorous medical testing they had required. In a sworn statement, her attorney advised her that Morrison was "over 21, quite healthy and vigorous."

Each of the other men gave her the same type of evidence. When Charles' turn came, he presented three envelopes. One attested to his health. The second was a receipt from Eva's attorney certifying that Charles had paid all medical costs and attorney's fees.

The third letter contained a letter from her attorney advising Eva that all documents presented by Charles were quite genuine. The attorney stated that the release of such documents could put her at grave risk of criminal prosecution. As best he could tell, so long as she complied with the terms of the contract, she retained ways to punish Charles should he release the documents. On the other hand, if Charles could prove failure to comply, Eva could kiss her career and her freedom goodbye.

Eva felt as if the weight of centuries had been placed upon her. Frowning, she looked at Charles. "What now?" 

"Now its time to begin," Charles replied. "Let's all start with a champagne toast to celebrate two weeks of debauchery."

As Eva waited for her drink, she looked at the men around her. Besides the tall black Morrison there was a short, husky man named Ben, a thin man named Tony, a young twentyish type name Harmon, and very muscular Eric. 

As each man looked at Eva, he saw a 42 year-old woman in prime shape. Her ample 42D breasts were firm and bulging out, thanks to her black push-up bra. Her hips and ass were full but firm and well rounded. The cleavage between her ass checks was emphasized by her thong panties. The Rio-cut of the panties sexily presented her hips. This was covered by a see-through mesh miniskirt that displayed her muscular legs and highlighted her beautiful face.

Once each person had received a glass of champagne, Charles raised his glass and said, "Cheers." All drank quietly in unison. When they were finished, Charles suggested, "Gentlemen, why don't you get to know Eva better?"

To Be Continued...



The Anniversary Gift Ch. 4



Perhaps because he knew her, Morrison was the first to touch her. Eva saw him move closer, then felt his large hand touch her back gently and lightly. She stiffened but kept her eyes forward, fixed on a vase sitting on a table.

Pressure from Morrison's hand became firmer and pushed her towards the other men. Harmon put his hand on her belly and began rubbing it in circular motions. Eric dropped to a crouch and started rubbing her left thigh. Tony dropped to one knee and rubbed her right thigh. Ben got behind her and gently massaged her shoulders. Morrison now grabbed her left hand and adroitly rubbed each of her fingers and the palm of her hand. 

At first resisting, Eva began to relax under the persistent, gentle attack. To have her shoulders, hands, belly and thighs rubbed constantly felt very good. No one had touched any of her "intimate" parts allowing her resistance to ebb away. Slowly, Eva felt herself give in to the sensuous feeling. 

Almost without Eva noticing, Ben had gradually worked his way down to her ass and began gently massaging her buttocks. Eva stiffened again. Her emotions were conflicted. She had never done this before - dress like a slut, give herself to a group of men. And yet, as Charles had reminded her, she had no choice. Eva had to protect her future. She had planned to do his bidding but not willingly. He might control her body, but not her mind. 

Yet here she was, surrounded by five men gently massaging her, admitting to herself that the sensation was incredible. Not only did it feel good. It gave her a sense of power she'd never experienced before. Eva hadn't realized she could make so many men want her, be so hungry for her. 

As Ben continued to massage her ass, Harmon moved his hands up from her belly to her tits. Eva could feel his hands through her black push-up bra, moving all over her large breasts. Holding her left hand with his, Morrison grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her toward him. He kissed her gently on the lips, then a bit more passionately.

Tony and Eric moved her thighs farther apart. Eric pushed her thong panties to one side, found her clitoris and began manipulating it, while Tony moved his finger in and out of her vagina.

Despite her anger, her fear, her morals, despite everything, Eva felt a flood tide of desire rush over her and grow in intensity. Suddenly, she moaned, grabbed the back of Morrison's head and pulled him toward her, opening her mouth to accept his tongue and to give her tongue to him.

Hearing the moan, Ben increased the speed and vigor of his ass massage; Harmon put his hands inside her bra, found each of her nipples and began to manipulate them until they were rock hard; Eric increased the speed of his rubbing on her clit; and Tony moved rapid-fire in and out of her cunt.

As wave after wave of desire hit her, Eva voluntarily spread her legs and arched her back, moaning loudly. Approaching orgasm, her thighs began to tremble involuntarily. 

Then just as Eva thought she'd go over the top with the biggest climax of her life, she heard Charles yell sharply, "That's enough. Stop right now." Ben took his hands off her ass, Morrison stopped kissing, Harmon left her tits, Tony removed his finger from her pussy and most tragically, Eric stopped rubbing her clit. 

To have stopped so close to orgasm was almost painful. Eva couldn't believe it. She looked at Charles in confusion. Isn't this what he wanted? Didn't he want her to be a wanton, willing slut?

"You may go home now, Eva," Charles said. For a moment, Eva stood there with her thighs still trembling. "I said to go home now, Eva," Charles barked sharply. He grabbed her arm, moved her to the door, opened it, then pushed her outside. "Good night, Eva. I'll call you in the morning." 

Charles watched his wife stumble down the stairs, still weak from her arousal. Then he watched her slowly walk to her cottage along the lighted path through the rain forest.

He turned to face his five compatriots. Morrison spoke, "Boss, are you sure you wanted us to stop? I mean she seemed really ready."

"That's the point, Morrison. Your job is to get her to the stage where she's begging to be fucked. I want her so horny that by the end of this week and during all of next week, she'll fuck anything that moves. In the meantime, we get her to the verge of orgasm, and we walk away."

Then Eric spoke up. "Yeah, well what about us? How do we get an orgasm?"

"First of all, if you follow my plan, you'll have my wife doing more things than you ever dreamed of. Second, you are extremely well paid for your work. So a little restraint is not unreasonable to request. Third, as per our agreement, if you break early and try to fuck Eva before I tell you, then everyone loses 1/4 of their pay. I wonder how the others feel about risking the loss $25,000 for two of the easiest weeks of their lives?" Charles said as he scanned the group.

Morrison grabbed Eric by the shirt and stood toe-to-toe and chin-to-chin. The big black man said quitely but very firmly, "Listen, motherfucker. You keep your dick in your pants until the boss tells you to take it out - or I'm going to cut it off and stuff it down your throat. You understand?" Terrified, Eric could only shake his head affirmatively in answer. His throat was too dry to speak. 

Charles said, "I tell you, Eric, I'll simply look the other way while the rest of the boys beat the crap out of you. I suggest you follow the plan."

To Be Continued...



The Anniversary Gift Ch. 5



Eva had come home confused, angry and very horny. Despite her fears and misgivings, the experience of 5 men pawing all over her was very arousing. What had begun in resignation and a feeling of powerlessness, had surprisingly grown into a feeling of joy, arousal and power. And then, suddenly, at Charles' command, it had ended abruptly. She slept that night with a series of erotic dreams passing through her head.

The next morning, Charles called. "Hello, my dear Eva. Morrision will be by your place in 15 minutes with your daytime wardrobe. We'll pick you up at 9:00 AM. Please be ready to go." Once again, without another word, he hung up. 

When Morrison arrived, Eva was friendlier than yesterday. She smiled and invited him in for a cup of coffee. He returned her smile but declined the offer. Confused once more by his hesitancy, she watched him walk away.

Charles' note said that today the group planned to do some sightseeing. When she was dressed, Eva wore an outfit that she would not be caught dead in back home. Charles (as usual) had given meticulous attention to detail. 

Eva's hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Once again, she wore make-up and earrings. She wore a tank top with no bra. Her nipples were clearly visible through the white top and her midriff was completely exposed down to her waist. 

She had on white g-string panties and covered them with a pair of very tight white hot pants. Sneakers and sun glasses completed the ensemble. At 9:00 AM, Charles drove up in a rented van. 

Eva came down the stairs as Charles said cheerily, "Good morning, Eva. I trust you slept well?" Hearing no response, Charles continued. "We have a special seat reserved for you in the last row."

The last row contained a bench seat with space enough for three passengers. The windows were tinted so no one outside could see in. Eva sat between two of the men and the day's tour began.

All day long, Eva was kissed, hugged and pawed. Men felt her tits, her ass and her pussy. But strangely, not one shred of her clothing was removed. Everything was exterior. 

At each sightseeing stop, she got out of the car and was invited to join the group in touring. At these times, in the open air, no one touched her. Once the sightseeing was done, Eva went again to the back seat, to be joined by a new set of companions. The men rotated at each stop. All but Charles. He remained as the driver and tour guide. 

By 1:00 PM, Eva was aroused. By 3:00 PM, she was panting and moaning with desire. But still, no one touched her naked flesh. And when she took the initiative and tried to grab Ben's cock and unzip his pants, he surprisingly pushed her away. 

Finally, Charles drove her back to her cottage. "Well, Eva, I think you had an enjoyable day. Morrison, would you please give her the package of clothing for the evening? We'll see you at 7:30 PM at our house. Just follow the lights." Without another word, Charles drove off, leaving her standing there with the package.

That evening, Eva arrived at the house in an incredible dress, one she never knew even was made. The top was a red and blue corset, which pushed her breasts up almost to the bursting point. The bottom was a mesh, see-through skirt. Underneath, she wore a flashy silver sequine thong panty, thigh-high fishnet stockings and 4 inch heels. 

Eva and the men sat together for a marvelous dinner, embellished by several glasses of superb wine. Eva found her self more comfortable with the group. Not as uptight and frankly, looking forward to the evenings activities.

Charles turned to Morrison and said, "You may begin." The big black man stood up and proceeded to take off all his clothes. Eva felt herself grow aroused as she saw him uncovered his massive arms and chest. Finally, he took off his pants and revealed one of the biggest cocks she had ever seen. Eva's eyes sparkled with interest. She felt her pussy grow wet. Morrison then turned around and showed his large, muscular back and very attractive butt. Then he turned around to face her again and began stroking his cock. 

Each man did the same. Soon Eva was surrounded by five virile naked men, each with a growing hard-on. Charles turned to Eva. "And so my darling, what would you like for dessert?"

To Be Continued...



The Anniversary Gift Ch. 6



The naked men moved to Eva's chair and lifted her to her feet. They began with hugging, then kissing, and moved on to rubbing. Almost without her knowing it, Eva was suddenly and quickly surrounded.

One man sat on the floor, put his head under her see-through skirt and began licking her clit. Another stood behind her and, with rock music blaring, began poking his hard cock in between her ass cheeks, in tempo with the music. 

One man stood on each side of her, rubbing her arm and then moving her hand onto his hard cock. Eva, already horny from last night and today, was wet and growing wetter. She had a large cock in her left hand and another in her right. One man persistently licked her clit, increasing her arousal. Another was behind her, holding onto her hips, dancing erotically and jamming his hard cock in her ass crack.

Eva felt her nipples grow rock hard. Her pussy got wetter and wetter. The constant attention to her clit and her ass had her arching her back one moment pushing her clit against the marvelous tongue, then bending forward the next and thrusting her ass against the dancer's hard cock.

The Morrison stood on the table in front of her, with his huge hard cock sticking straight out at her face, just even with her mouth, inviting her to suck on it. At first, Eva did some gentle licking. But as her arousal grew, she took more and more of his cock in her mouth, moving up and down his shaft and swirling her tongue around its tip. 

Eva was rapidly moving to a sexual crescendo, the orgasm of a lifetime, when suddenly, the music stopped and Charles proclaimed loudly, "Enough." With almost military precision, each man broke away from her quickly, returned to his seat and began to put his clothes back on. 

Eva couldn't believe it. Where a moment before there had been ecstasy, now there was emptiness. So near orgasm it almost hurt, Eva leaned on the dining table, gasping for breath, with her thighs shaking from her state of high arousal.

She stared at Charles and could take it no longer. "Charles, I do not understand. I've done everything you've told me. I endured the degredation of having to dress like a slut. I've entertained these five men. Yet on three occasions, when I've begun to relax and enjoy myself, you've called a halt. Why?"

Charles hesitated, looked around the room, then answered, "My dear, you are at a crossroads. We've now moved from my choice to your choice. We can continue like this for the rest of our time here - almost reaching orgasm - but never quite getting there. Or you can stop simply trying to obey me and become a willing participant. By now, even you can see that you'll have the experience of a lifetime."

Charles continued, "Eva, here are two suitcases. Each contains a different type of clothing. Go home now and think about what you want. If you want to simply continue as is, fine, wear the clothes in the red suitcase. But if you want an unforgettable experience, then wear the clothes in the blue case. Its your choice. You can turn a difficult moment into an incredible one - or you can float for the rest of your stay. Morrison (now fully dressed) will help you with your bags and see you home."

Eva slept fitfully that night. In the morning, Charles called as usual and told her what time to be ready. She opened the red suitcase first. It contained attractive, elegant women's clothing - all appropriate attire for any occasion and enough to provide for each day of her stay in Hawaii. But none very provacative.

What the red suitcase lacked, the blue suitcase contained. Piece after piece of slut clothes. Sexy and provacative as hell. Eva sat down to think.

When the five men arrived at 9:30 AM, each watched the front door of Eva's cottage, wondering what they would see. The door opened and there stood Eva. 

She wore a gold thong one-piece bathing suit. The cut went down to her panty line. The suspenders just covered her nipples. The bikini panty portion was french cut, emphasizing her hips and thighs. Over this she wore a mesh see-through dress, which ran from her neck to her feet. Her make-up, hair and jewlery gave her a whorish look. For all his efforts, Charles could never have made her look so sexy. Eva was now a willing participant. Her sexual appeal was increased because it came from within.

Charles drove the van to a high vista point and stopped. "We go down the hill there to the bottom, walk a short distance and find a very secluded beach." The hike was a bit rigorous. But in 1/2 hour the group came onto the beach. Charles was right. No one was there. 

The men had no bathing suits. Each took off his clothes and went swimming nude, while Charles prepared a large air mattress. One by one each man came out of the water, walked over to Eva, kissed her, then lay down on his towel.

Eva looked at Charles. "Is there something you want, my dear?" Eva nodded her head yes. "I want to fuck." "Well, why don't you go over to the air mattress and play with your pussy to show us how ready you are."

Eva stood up, removed her thong bathing suit and lay down on the air mattress. She faced the men and opened her legs. With one hand, she opened the lips of her pussy. With the other, she began to slowly stroke her clit.

As she saw the men watch her, Eva became more and more aroused. Her pussy grew wetter and wetter as her stroke grew more rapid. Soon she was moaning and calling out, "Fuck me, fuck me."

The naked men all looked at Charles. He nodded his head yes. Like a group just released from prison, the men rushed to the air mattress.

Eva stroked and sucked more hard cock than she ever had in her life. Then, while one man fucked her pussy, another fucked her ass and a third fucked her mouth. The other two played with her 42D tits, keeping her nipples rock hard. 

The fucking and sucking went on for an hour and a half. When she was finished, Eva was happy, exhausted, and seeping cum from everywhere. For the moment, the men were satisfied. 

Charles escorted her to the water, where she dove in to get clean and refreshed. Coming out of the water, she walked up to her husband, threw her arms around him and kissed him passionately.

"Thanks for the most incredible anniversary gift. It was supposed to be for you but, as always, you thought of me first."

"Well, my dear," Charles replied, "you know I've always been a firm believer in marriage."

A week later Eva's mother got a postcard from Hilo. Eva wrote, "Hi Mom! Having the vacation of a lifetime. Experiencing new sensations every day in every way. Best anniversary celebration ever. Already planning next year."

- THE END -