3 comments/ 27271 views/ 0 favorites The Night Out By: braithwaited We were away on holiday with friends and on the night in question my wife Chrissie and I had been out on the town sampling the cheap drinks. We'd had had a little more than we should have had but what the hell, we were on holiday, it was warm and we were feeling frisky, or at least I was, my wife was a little more pissed than me. I'd been talking dirty to her all night, telling her she had great tits and she should flash them more often, she'd gone out bra-less at my request and her nipples had been stiff all night in the cool sea air, our friends husband Gary also liked my wife's tits and every chance he got of dancing with her he tried to have a sly grope, he thought I didn't know this but the thought of Chrissie letting him touch her up was a bit of a turn on. The sexy talk during the evening had got her hot and she said she was going to go topless in the morning and we could both rub suntan all over her ample boobs and more if we wanted too. Meanwhile, while we were out, our friends had had an argument and she had gone to bed early leaving Gary drinking alone. We arrived back at around mid-night and were surprised to find Gary still up, so we said we'd have one for the road. Gary then got up and put on some soft music which relaxed us all and we sat around talking. Chrissie went off to visit the rest room, so I told Gary I was going to get Chrissie to give us a bit of a floor show when she returned, well he was really up for that and when Chrissie got back she was still wearing her tight short black skirt, underneath her skirt she was wearing her crimson panties (I'd been rubbing at them all night and they were damp) a white lacy blouse with her ample breasts bare underneath. As Chrissie came back from getting another drink I asked her to give u a flash of her lovely boobs, she put down her drink, looked around the room to make sure it was just the three of us slowly undid her blouse to expose her beautiful breasts. She slowly got each breast in turn and licked each nipple in a very provocative manner before replacing them back under cover, she then returned and sat between us on the couch. By now both our cocks were stiff and she certainly noticed this when she brushed her hand across my lump when returning her drink to the table. She lay her head back on the large sofa and that's when I started to un-button her blouse, a few seconds later we both had a breast each and were both sucking away at her hard nipples while she squirmed with delight. I then noticed Gary's right hand slide over Chrissie's smooth skin and disappear underneath the hem line of her skirt, he was trying to get a handful of that juicy pussy which was hiding beneath. She stopped him, turned to me and said bring me that empty champagne bottle now! So I got up and returned with the empty champagne bottle as requested. She stood up, slowly removed her by now wet crimson panties in a slow provocative manner before sitting down again, she then started to work the neck of the bottle slowly in and out of her soaking wet pussy lips, she then got hold of Gary's hand, put it on the end of the bottle and closed her eyes leaving him to it, his eyes were wide with lust. He'd wanted a grope of Chrissies pussy alright but now here he was fucking her with a bottle and she was letting him help himself. She slowly opened her legs wider and wider allowing more of the smooth neck of the bottle to disappear up her dripping wet pussy and I sat there with my mouth wide while Gary fucked away at my wife with a champagne bottle, I thought my cock was going to explode. As Gary slowly pushed the bottle in and out of her juicy cunt it slurped on her juices I just sat back and watched getting hornier and hornier until I could hold back no more and unzipped my pants to release my throbbing cock. After another few minutes of this lewd and sensuous act she slowly removed the bottle and put it to my mouth and told me to suck it clean, she then told Gary to get between her legs and lick her out. Gary was between her legs in a flash, he wasn't going to miss out on this opportunity of a juicy pussy to eat, he slurped away while Chrissie laid back, legs wide apart with her eyes closed, just licking her lips in appreciation. By now things were really getting really steamy and it was Chrissie who was calling the shots, she was in complete control or so she thought. Then she started to come, slowly at first then more rapid became her breathing, she tried to close her legs to reduce the intensity of the impending orgasm, but Gary held them open and just went deeper and deeper with his tongue into her pulsating quim having a real feast of my wife's cunt. As she came she let out a low cry and started bucking and rolling all over the couch, Gary's face was covered in her juices when he eventually surfaced, what a sight. By now my cock was solid and I was wanking steadily, I stood up in front of Chrissie and pulled her head towards my stiff cock and watched her as she took it into her mouth and started to eat me. She slurped away looking up at me from time to time with a wicked slutty look on her face that told it all SHE LOVED SUCKING COCK, she was an expert with mine and she knew it. It was Gary's turn now to do the watching and he certainly wasn't missing a thing, then I gestured to him to stand up and get his cock out, he was up like a flash stood alongside me wanking away on his own solid cock. Chrissie was unaware that Gary's cock was just a few inches away from her as she was occupied with my cock slurping away at it with her eyes firmly closed, then when she opened her eyes, looked up and saw a second cock was available, she hesitated, looked around the room again to ensure "sleeping beauty" (Gary's wife) hadn't come back into the room, then she transferred her attentions to him and started to suck his cock. First it was Gary's stiff throbbing cock that got the treatment long licks up the shaft playing with the throbbing end of his cock then back down the shaft to his balls licking him all over all the while I was stood watching my slutty wife sucking my best friends cock, oh the bliss of it all, then she transferred back to me long slow mind numbing licks up and down my shaft, sucking me in and eating my cock until I thought I would explode, on and on she went from one throbbing cock to the other it was our own private blue movie come true, she was really loving this and I knew she wanted to finish us off so when she was sucking Gary again I really started to wank up a storm and as the juices started to build I pulled her face back to me, pushed my pulsating cock into her mouth and watched her feast herself on my gushing cock, she gulped and swallowed every last drop, then turned to Gary who was by now ready to explode, she took his cock and milked it of every last drop of his spunk, wiping her mouth when she finished. She then got up smiled at us both and said I'm really looking forward to tomorrow night. The next night was to be even more depraved and dirty, oh YES. The Night Out Last Saturday started off a standard weekend night for my girlfriend and me. A good dinner with a group of friends then out to a club for some drinks and dancing. Our group arrived at the club around midnight. It is a nice place -- dimly-lit, tastefully-decorated, with great music and good drinks. We had booked a table in a quieter back corner where we could have a normal conversation over the music. Our group arrived at the club around midnight. Altogether, we were nine people: four couples and Mike, an out-of-town friend of one of the other couples. Mike and my girlfriend Kris had hit it off at dinner. Once at the club they gradually slipped into their own conversation. I could see from her body language that Kris found him attractive. As the drinks were served and everyone started to relax, I became more and more aware of the attention Kris was getting from Mike. They sat close together so they could hear each other over the music, their shoulders and knees touching. There was plenty of contact between his face and her ear whenever he leaned over to say something to her. I knew that in her low cut summer dress, her bare, perky breasts were clearly visible to him every time she bent forward to take her drink. She was not trying to be modest and he was not shy about checking her out. Eventually it started to bother me, so I went over and asked her to dance. Dancing with Kris reminded me just how sexy she is. In her light summer dress, wearing only a tiny thong and no bra, she was basically naked except for a thin layer of cotton. The dress hid nothing of her round, very firm breasts and it draped into the exposed cleft of her ass, so that it seemed she was not wearing any panties at all. We danced close. On the way back to the table, I was hiding a hard-on. For the rest of the night we danced and drank and talked. Eventually someone ordered a bottle. Kris was safely by my side and Mike was on the far end of the table. Kris and I both had several drinks. Toward the end of the night, Mike came over and asked Kris to dance. She accepted and they went up to the dance floor together, disappearing into the crowd. After about ten minutes, I decided it was time to check on them. I found them toward the back of the dance floor; they were pressed tight against each other, their legs scissored together, his hands cupping her ass. The dance floor was like a sauna and her thin dress was clinging to her. A strap had fallen off her shoulder, maybe with his help, and one of her perfect breasts, complete with rock hard nipple, was popping in and out of view as her body swayed. Worst for me, she seemed oblivious to the fact that her boyfriend of so many years was standing right beside her. I didn't like what I saw but I had to be careful how I handled it. Kris is not a cheater; she hates jealousy; and has no respect for insecure guys. If I just pulled them apart, we would be fighting for the rest of the night. I needed a way to get them apart that would not come off as me trying to get them apart. My plan was to start by dancing with them together, and then slowly try to pull her away to just dance with me. I started by doing to her from behind what he was doing from the front. I have to admit, I found dancing like that surprisingly and disturbingly erotic. Apparently Kris liked it too, as she became even more animated in her movements and was grinding hard back and forth into both of us. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, her head was thrown back against my shoulder and her hands were dug into Mike's chest, she was completely lost to her passion. After what I thought was an acceptable time to put up with something like that, I turned her towards me. One look at her face and I knew two things -- she was far more drunk than she normally gets, and she was ready to fuck then and there. As I turned her around, she attacked me, struggling to line up her pussy with my raging hard-on and almost sucking my tongue right out of my mouth. Mike lost no time taking advantage of the new position. I realized that by turning her around, I had actually made my situation worse. Pressed up against her from behind, he had full access to her most intimate parts. He started by running his hands around her waist, down her stomach and between her legs. He seemed to be spreading her pussy lips apart to expose her clit which she was busy thrusting against my thigh. Whatever he did -- it worked. She began to shudder and moan as if in the throes of a drawn out, low intensity orgasm. My presence and apparent consent to this dance seemed to have actually increased the sexuality of it. I was torn between feelings of jealousy, the desire to avoid a scene, and the sexiness of it all. Keeping one hand between her legs, he slid the other up the front of her body, over her breasts, up her neck, to her face. There, about four inches from my face, he slipped his fingers into her mouth where she gladly started sucking them. Realizing the situation was going in the wrong direction, I pulled his one hand away from her crotch and the other away from her face. I smashed my body against hers, trying to deny him access to her front. I stuck my tongue in her mouth where his fingers had just been. He responded by running his one hand down her back to her ass. Her short dress was already riding up from the way we were dancing and her tiny thong covered almost nothing. From the way they were positioned, he had great access to everything between her legs. From the moan she let out, I guessed he must have a finger inside her. With his other hand, he cupped her throat just below the chin, pulling her head back and away from me and guiding her face into his neck. I held on to her hips and kept them pressed against me, so at least he could not pull her away from me completely. Kris had become a rag dole and we were playing tug of war. With her head pinned back against his neck, he had managed to tilt her body back away from me, again giving himself full access to her front. He let go of her neck, but she obediently held her position leaning back into him. His hands now free, they roamed up and down her body from her thighs to her breasts, grouping and squeezing, occasionally disappearing down the top of her dress, or up under the bottom. Except that his penis was not actually in her, he was fucking her right in front of me. As subtly as I could, I angled her away from Mike and got between them. Eventually he gave in and backed off. A few minutes later, the music went down and the lights came up. I led Kris outside into the cool night air where she slowly came to herself as if from a deep trance. Outside the club, we met up with our friends. Everyone was pleasantly drunk and ready for home and bed. As usual, we shared a taxi with Martin and Zoe, who live on our way home. As it turned out, Mike was staying in a hotel near our place, so he was sharing the cab as well. Somehow I ended up in the front seat. Kris got in the back seat first, then Zoe, then Martin, then Mike. I was happy enough with that arrangement, knowing that Kris was on opposite ends of the seat from Mike. After 5 minutes, we dropped off Martin and Zoe; from their place we had a thirty minute drive to Mike's hotel. When the car stopped, I almost got out and switched places with Mike but realized it would seem juvenile and insecure, even after what had just happened on the dance floor. So Kris and Mike were left alone together in the back seat. I was not thrilled about this, knowing from much firsthand experience how much Kris likes to fuck on the way home from the club in the taxi. To top it off, the cab had a safety wall between the front and back seat. From the driver's seat, it was easy enough to see into the back, but my view was completely blocked. After a few minutes of riding along in silence, I heard a short sharp gasp from the back seat. The driver must have heard it too. His eyes jumped to the rear view mirror, a smile flicked across his face, and for some reason he turned on the radio. My heart was in my throat. On the one hand, I completely trusted Kris and I absolutely did not want to make a fool of myself by scrambling around trying to peek around a taxi barrier. On the other hand, I knew she was drunk and obviously she and Mike were attracted to each other. I sat there tormented. After a few minutes of listening intently and hearing nothing, I convinced myself that it had just been my imagination. However, as time passed, I became more and more suspicious that something was happening in the back seat. Occasionally I thought I heard soft gasps, moans, whispering, and shuffling around. I noticed that the cab driver was glancing in the rear view mirror more and more often and that there was an occasional bump into the back of my seat. But somehow the noises were just soft enough, and I was just deep enough in denial, that I couldn't be 100% sure anything was happening. And, if I accused them of something, and I was wrong, I would look like the world's biggest asshole. So I sat there and did nothing, telling myself nothing was going on. Then I heard what were, beyond any doubt, the stifled sounds of two people having very hard simultaneous orgasms. I turned to the driver and told him to stop the car immediately, which he did. As chance would have it, we were right in front of Mike's hotel. Before I could get my seat belt undone, Mike had already hopped out of the car and was through the hotel door. I noticed he stuck something into his pocket as he went. And just like that, the cab was pulling away. Five minutes later we were home. I paid the driver, got out, and opened the cab door for Kris. She stepped out of the car with the flushed, dazed look of someone who just had extremely sexy sex, ending with a mind blowing orgasm. And she looked very sheepish. I asked her what in the hell had happened in the back seat. Despite going even redder and refusing to look me in the eye, she swore nothing had happened, that I was completely crazy, and that she had not heard any strange noises, but if I had, they were probably just from the radio. I realized there was only one way to be absolutely sure. I put one hand on her back as if to embrace her, and shoved the other up under her skirt. She was expecting it and tried to stop me. There was a brief struggle which I won. With a little more force than intended, I jammed my middle finger deep into her hot, wet, cum dripping pussy. As my finger slipped smoothly into her and my palm cupped her swollen cunt, she moaned loudly and grasped my wrist with both hands. She did not try to pull my hand away. She just held it there tight against her, looking up into my eyes with a conflicting mix of guilt and desire. There was no question that she had just been fucked. Also, I noted, she was not wearing panties. The thing I saw going into Mike's pocket at the hotel door was Kris's thong -- a little souvenir by which to remember what he had done to my girlfriend while I sat three feet away. Standing there frozen in that curious pose, another man's cum dripping from my girlfriend's pussy down my finger, I realized I had three distinct options -- break up with her on the spot, hate her for the rest of our relationship, or take her inside and fuck the hell out of her. I opted for the latter. The Night Out She looked at herself in the dressing table mirror and wondered why she was wasting her time with putting on makeup when it didn't matter. A short skirt, a low cut blouse and high heels was all it was going to take. She could have a bag over her head and it wouldn't matter one little bit; she knew she would be hit on before the waitress even got there to take her drink order. As she prepared herself for going out to get laid she wondered what her husband was doing at that very moment. Would Jake be sitting in a motel room flipping channels on the TV, would he be wining and dining a client, or would he be sitting in a lounge waiting for someone like her to walk in the door? The bastard better be staying faithful she thought even as she herself prepared not to be. If Jake would stay home and take care of business she would be staying home. If his sales trips would take him out of town on Monday and bring him home on Friday she would stay home. As much as she loved and craved sex she could still get by with a Friday night, a Saturday and a Sunday, but staying away for two, three and sometimes even four weeks when all she got was a phone call? No fucking way. Shit, sometimes she didn't even get the phone call. It didn't make sense to her, not even a little bit. Jake made good money and there was no reason for him to be cheap, and that's all it was -- Jake was cheap! "Long distance phone calls cost money babe and I don't need to call you every night just to tell you that I sold sixty-five widgets that day and that I love you and miss you. Christ babe, you already know what you mean to me and how much I love you." "Coming home every weekend is a waste of money babe, money that we can use for other things. The cost of coming home comes out of my pocket sweetie, but if I stay on the road the motels and meals are a business expense and I can write them off." When she complained about their not spending time together he had said, "Plenty of time for that later sweetie. Right now we need to be putting money away against a rainy day." She had tried, she really had. When Jake had taken the job she had managed to be good for almost six months, but it had been hard, very hard. She had been a virgin when she had met Jake and he had taken her cherry on their fifth date and she had become a fuck crazy little slut for him. He had gotten her used to having sex two or three times a day, five and six days a week. He had turned her into a fuck bunny that craved sex and then he had put her in a position where she only got laid when he was home from his sales trips. She went from a hell of a lot to very little almost over night, but she had managed it. She had coped with it right up till the night he called her to tell her he wouldn't be home for another week. He had already been gone for three weeks and she was climbing walls waiting for him to get home that Friday. She planned on fucking him to within an inch of his life. She was going to fuck him so hard and so much that he would quit the traveling job and get one that would keep him in bed with her every night. When he had called and told her he wouldn't be home for another week she had hung up the phone and then she had sat down and cried. When the tears were done she had said to herself, "I am not going to sit here and feel sorry for myself and I am not going to sit here and stare at the TV for another week." She had showered, dressed and then she had gone out for dinner and a movie. On her way home she had passed by a lounge that had a huge lighted sign out front that said, "Live music Thursday through Saturday." She decided to stop and have a drink and listen to the music. The place was busy and all she could find was a seat at the bar. She sat down, ordered a Screwdriver and turned to watch the band. They were pretty good and she sat there tapping her feet to the music. The man sitting to her right said, "Haven't seen you in here before." "First time for me." "Any special reason?" he asked as he checked out her hand for rings. "Like a husband in the band maybe?" "No, no special reason. I just needed to get out of the house." "I see that you are bouncing around on your seat in time to the music. Could that possibly be an indication that you might like to dance?" The dance led to a few more and the man, Hal or Harry or something like that had bought her drink after drink. He gradually held her closer and closer as the evening progressed and she felt his hard cock press into her leg and her tummy. When they gave last call he had simply said, "Your place or mine?" and she hadn't hesitated to say, "Mine. I need to be home in case my husband calls. Just that quickly she had become a 'fallen woman' not that she regretted it. It had been just what she needed, a night full of sex with no emotional involvement. In the morning he had asked if he could see her again and she had said no. "It was nice, but it was a mistake. I was pissed at my husband and you were in the right place at the right time and you got lucky, but I don't plan on making any more mistakes like last night." She had walked him to the door, kissed him goodbye and then had closed the door determined never to be unfaithful to Jake ever again. That determination had lasted all of two days and then she went out to find another one night stand. Since then she had been to bed with so many men that she had lost count, but none ever more than a one-night stand. She didn't want a relationship, she just wanted sex. And sex she had gotten; sometimes more than she was looking for. She remembered the night she had gone out after talking to Jake on the phone and had gone to the apartment of a man she had met in a bar. They had been bouncing on the bed when the man's roommate had come home and it was seven in the morning before the two men couldn't help her any more. Sexually it was one of her favorite memories because it was one of the few times that she had been fully satisfied. The other time brought back fond memories also, but had scared her enough that she had never let it happen again. It had been the only time she had done it on the back seat of a car in a parking lot and it was only supposed to be a quickie as she had to get home so she would be there if Jake called. But a line had formed and it was three hours and seventeen men later before she got home. She had often wondered what it would have been like to have those same seventeen men in her bedroom for an entire night. She wondered, but she never intended to find out. Maybe some night she might try three or four, maybe. She stepped through the door and paused long enough to let her eyes adjust to the low light conditions. She looked around and spotted an empty horseshoe shaped booth against the back wall and she headed for it. She smiled to herself at the knowledge that every male eye in the place was on her as she made her way across the room and she put a little extra sway in her shapely ass. She ordered her Screwdriver and was not in the least bit surprised when the waitress brought it back to her and told her that it had been taken care of "By the table over there" and she pointed at a table where two men were sitting and looking her way. She smiled at them, raised her glass in salute and then took her first sip. Then the ritual began. "Would you care to dance?" and of course she did, first with one and then the other, several times. "Can we buy you another drink?" and again the answer was "Of course." "The place is filling up. How about we join you in your booth and free up our table for someone else?" She found herself between the two men in the booth which put her where they could both put their hands on her which of course they did. Several more drinks and several more dances and several sessions of "busy hands" had her hot and ready. During the course of the evening two more men had joined the three of them in the booth and she remembered her earlier thought -- "Maybe three or four" -- and decided why not? It was a Friday night and she didn't have to work the next day and Jake wouldn't call before noon. The heavy necking began. Hot, hungry kisses, hands inside her blouse, hands up her skirt and fingers in her pussy, her hands on hard throbbing cocks under the table as the men took turns sitting next to her. "Christ" one said, "I think she would do us right here in the booth. How about it honey? You want it here and now?" She had smiled at him and had raised herself up off the seat. "Can you get under me? If you can I'll sit on it." "Yeah, right" another one had said, "And then we all go to jail for public indecency. No, I've got a better idea. Let's get out of here and find a good, strong bed." The Bide-A-Wee motel wasn't much more than a 'hot sheet' joint, but the bed was strong and it was six in the morning before the men called it quits. She had tried to get one more time out of each of them, but she had worn them out. When they had gone she debated taking a shower and cleaning herself up -- she had cum all over her body, on her face and in her hair -- but she decided to wait until she got home. She looked at herself in the cracked mirror and saw all the love bites on her tits and on her neck. Damned good thing that Jake wouldn't be back for a week, she thought, those are going to need some time to go away. Her nylons were ruined so she tossed them in the wastebasket. She pulled on her panties to keep the cum from leaking out and staining the car seat and then she pulled her dress over her head and slipped it on. She stepped into her heels, picked up her bra and put it in her purse and took one last look around the room to imprint it in her mind. She would remember this night. Her first triple penetration, her first anal gangbang as the four men had used her butt-hole one right after the other, and it was also the first time she had had two cocks in her pussy at the same time. She winced at that memory, definitely something that she would not do again. But it had been pretty much a fun night and very sexually satisfying. She decided that she would definitely do it again, maybe next Friday. No, not then because Jake would be home. Maybe the Friday after. Once in the front door she kicked her heels off and headed for the laundry room. She took off her dress and tossed it on the floor and then she took off her panties, wiped her crotch with them and then dropped them down on top the dress. She headed up the stairs toward the bedroom while debating on whether to take a shower or soak in the tub. It wasn't until she reached the top of the steps that the premonition that something wasn't quite right hit her. The house did not "feel" like it had when she left to go out. Something was different, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She felt an 'unease' and then suddenly something clicked in her brain and she turned and went back to the head of the stairs and looked down into the living room. There was a briefcase sitting on the coffee table and as soon as she saw it a cold hand clutched her heart. Almost in a trance she turned and walked to the bedroom and looked in at Jake who was just swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "I heard you come in," he said as he looked her way and whatever else he was going to say died in his throat as he got a good look at her. The Night Out He sighed and took a sip of his drink. He hadn't wanted to come out tonight but his friend had dragged him out, wouldn't take no for an answer. He glanced at his watch. It was nearly eleven, they had been out for a couple hours and soon he would be able to make his excuses and go home. He scanned the crowd for his friend and found him in a corner making out with a blonde. 'Excellent', he thought finishing off his drink. He would just slip out and make it up to his friend the next day. He was about to leave when something on the dance floor caught his eye. Or rather, someone. She was beautiful, wearing a skin tight black dress, the bottom of which flashed a hint of suspender belt. Her heels were tall and black, the perfect end to perfect stockinged legs. Her dark brown hair fell in loose waves just past her shoulders and her heavily outlined dark eyes glinted in the light. She caught his eye and almost lazily lifted her hand and beckoned him over. The way she moved, flaunting those crazy curves, had almost hypnotised him. He lightly rested his hands on her hips as she ground into him. He could feel himself getting hard even from the lightest contact. She learnt further into him as she felt him pressing against her. He moaned slightly from the added pressure. Then she just walked off, not even looked back. Stunned he followed her. She led him out of the club, to a taxi and opened the door for him. Within fifteen minutes they pulled up outside her house. She still hadn't said a word to him and he was starting to feel uncomfortable. He was intrigued though and couldn't help himself following her still. She led him straight up the stairs and into the bedroom. It was the most stunning room he had ever seen. It had been decorated in a Victorian style with a tall dresser on one side, a thick plush ruby carpet and in the middle of the room was a huge wooden four poster bed. Facing the end of the bed was a red velvet sofa. Finally she turned to him. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Her voice washed over him like velvet. He dumbly nodded. She moved towards him and kissed him deeply, backing him towards the bed, unbuttoning his shirt as she went. He felt the end of the bed pressing against the back of his legs but she kept him standing. Her hands travelled up his arms, pulling them up above his head, and with a snap she had them tied above his head. He hasn't spotted the handcuffs there before but he wasn't going to complain. Ever so slowly she trailed her fingers down his bare chest, digging her nails in as she went. He could now feel his cock pressing hard against his jeans, dying to feel her touch. She unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor, careful to avoid his throbbing erection. He moaned at the relief of the pressure, finally being free. "Please," he groaned, unable to help himself. "Shut up," she ordered, slapping him across the face. He flinched and was surprised to find that instead of being put off, he just got harder. Her gaze trailed down to his cock and her lips curled up in pleasure. A noise at the door suddenly startled him. He looked up to find a second woman stood there, just as stunning as the first. But she was in perfect contrast. Her hair was long, straight and almost white blonde. She wore a tiny white top that revealed the lacy red bra beneath it and a white skirt so short he swore he could see the edge of red French knickers below. Her long legs were encased in white hold up stockings and she wore bright red heels. Bemused, he watched as the blonde walked across and sat on the sofa. "Not a sound," the brunette warned him. She turned to the blonde on the sofa and sat next to her. Immediately the blonde was on her knees kissing the brunettes legs. The brunette nodded and the blonde stood up. She began dancing to her own music, running her hands up and down her slender body. Slowly, tantalisingly, she removed her top, her skirt, and then finally her bra. When she released her pert breasts, he released the breath he hadn't realised he was holding in. The brunette was up instantly, an unseen whip lashing across his stomach. "I said no noise," she growled. He whimpered slightly, a drop of come audibly falling to the floor. He had never been so aroused in his life and just needed to get his release. He sensed it wouldn't be happening any time soon. The brunette sat back on the sofa and propped her leg up next to her, revealing that she was wearing no knickers. The blonde knelt down on the floor next to her and slowly trailed her fingers up the brunettes' leg. The brunette sighed with satisfaction as the blondes fingers reached her womanhood, parted her lips and slipped her fingers inside her warm folds. The blonde lowered her head and gently began to lick the brunettes' clit. Her head flung back and she began loudly moaning as the blonde pumped her fingers and ate hungrily. He stood transfixed, rigid, needing. The blonde pumped quicker, ate harder, and with a final lick the brunette wailed out her orgasm, pleasure coursing through her body. "Kiss him," she demanded. The blonde got up and walked towards him. Without touching any other part of him, she kissed him deeply. He strained against the cuffs to kiss her deeper, even more aroused by the wonderful taste on her lips of the brunettes' pussy. By now he was so aroused that a small pool of come had formed by his feet. He was sure that this kiss alone could tip him over the edge. "Enough," she ordered. Instantly the blonde stepped back out of his reach. A small whimper of frustration left his lips. Again the brunette whipped him, lower this time than before. Before he could stop it he yelped. Another whipping, ever closer to his pulsing cock. "Next time I won't miss," she growled. He barely managed to bite back his tongue. He had strangely enjoyed the whipping but wasn't convinced that having his cock struck would have the same effect. The brunette nodded at the blonde who stood on the bed behind him, undid the cuffs and kicked him to the ground, where he fell at the brunettes' feet. He grunted with pain as he landed on his cock. With one swift movement the brunette kicked him onto his back and whipped him across his balls. Tears sprang to his eyes, a breath of agony fell from his lips, and his cock pulsed even harder with desire. Lying on his back he was able to see up the brunettes' non-existent dress, see her still glistening pussy. "Please mistress," he begged, taking her ankle and fervently kissing her shoe. He didn't think he could take it much longer without release. She stepped back from him. "First you will pleasure Amelia," she said, "but you are to take no pleasure yourself." He nodded and laid the blonde on the bed. He ran his tongue over her pussy, feeling her wetness through her knickers, smelling her own arousal. He desperately wished he could just plunge his cock into her deep folds but she didn't hold the same appeal as the brunette. It was her he wanted to feel around him, plunging as deep as he could inside her. He pulled Amelia's knickers to the side and thrust his tongue deep inside her, imagining she was the brunette. He drew back then moved quickly back inside, quickening his movements. He parted her lips with his fingers, his thumb strumming against her clit. Amelia moaned loudly and was joined by the brunette behind her. Momentarily distracted he turned his head and saw the brunette was using her fingers to enjoy the show. He was keen to please her in any way he could and went back to eating out the blonde. He could feel she was getting close, her legs were twitching, her back was arched and her hands clung desperately to the bed sheets. Her head was thrown back, she screamed her pleasure and she came. He licked all her juices up. "Very nice," said the brunette, "Amelia you may leave us now." Still panting heavily and on shaky legs, the blonde quickly left the room. He stood next to the bed praying it was his turn now. Oh so slowly she stood up, unzipped down the back of her dress, and let it fall to the floor. He took in her body. She was very slim but curvy, a flash of colour indicating a tattoo down her side. She had large breasts that seemed to defy gravity and her pussy was hairless. All she wore now were her stockings and heels, and he had never found them so unbearable sexy in his life. "You have pleased me tonight, and as promised you shall get your reward," she purred, moving towards him. He stood rooted to the spot as she fell to her knees and took him in her mouth. He watched as his dick effortlessly disappeared into her mouth, watched her eyes flick up to meet his, and he came. The orgasm raged through his body like none he had ever had before. He would feel wave after wave pulsate into her mouth until he thought he may be dry forever. She let him leave her lips and, still looking in his eyes, she swallowed the lot. She pushed him back onto the bed and was straight on him. He groaned in pleasure as he felt himself slip inside her tight wet cunt, still totally unable to break eye contact. She scratched her nails deep into his chest as she rode him. He could quickly feel another orgasm building up in him, faintly surprised as he had never managed to perform again so quickly. He could feel her walls pressing tightly around his cock and he ran his finger across her clit. She fell apart around him, he could feel her orgasm pulsing around him and he let go. As he came she ran her nails across his balls and stars exploded behind his eyes. He gripped her hips tightly and held her down, plunging his dick as deeply as it could go, his orgasm lasting forever. Too exhausted to move she lay down on his chest. He had never been so glad that his friend had dragged him out. The Night Out **PART 1** "Babe...let's get going in like five minutes..." the statement ended with a sigh as Master leaned into my bathroom. I turned and flashed him a sly smile, mascara still in hand. "Maybe like ten?" I bit my lower lip and blinked rapidly a few times, "Sir?" the last word was a sultry whisper and I saw it unravel him just slightly. He growled slightly, "fine, ten minutes, but you'll pay for those." I bounced over to where he stood and planted a wet, red kiss on his mouth. "love you, master!" We were in the car nearly twenty minutes later and I hoped he didn't notice, but in the back of my mind I was well aware he had; he noticed everything. I pushed away the tiny feet of dread crawling towards my evening; we hadn't been out with our friends in a few weeks and I was tickled to be on Master's arm again. Absently I played with the loose hairs under his collar and looked up at him when he turned to me as we pulled into the bar parking lot. "Yes master?" He smiled, the half way kind that literally made my panties drop and my hands stopped mid-caress. Fuck. "Master?" He answered by suddenly yanking me into a breath taking, body trembling, kiss. It took me about five seconds to push away the blinding passion and I responded in course, moaning into the poisonous tongue that killed every physical defense. Then his hands started roaming, grabbing at my tanned thighs and roughly forcing aside the checkered linen of my sun dress. I stiffened as they reached the liquid seeping between my thighs. He broke our kiss suddenly and studied me silently as he stroked my swelling clit. I returned his gaze unblinking as I hastened to shut down my body's initial reactions. But he read even that, and the half smile was back. OMG. What in god's name was he doing??? He pulled his hand out suddenly and licked my slick seduction slowly and tantalizingly as I watched. I could barely keep my heart inside my chest. It was so hot...but there was something in his eyes...some reason he chose right NOW before we saw everyone to work me into such a frenzy. "Mast-er..." my speech was halting and barely audible. "Yes, my Slave?" he had ever so slyly moved his large hands to stroke my breasts, still staring me in the eyes. "Are we going inside?" I just blurted it...I was so confused...and so...aroused, every sense I normally had dissolved under his touch. Master straightened, inching his fingers upward, till my nipples become the objects of his affection. Chills raced up my back and down my arms. I glanced down as my skin prickled to attention and noticed the sudden bulge under Master's pants. My head shot up as I felt the warmth pool in my center. Master was almost grinning...wickedly! My mouth opened slightly as my heart took a dive for the backseat. Fuck. I needed release and QUICKLY. I started to pull away, unaware master still had my neck cradled in his other hand. "Where do you think you're going, slut?" the snap in his voice was enough to reign me in. I cast my eyes to my lap and muttered "nowhere, sir" "Good, because I have some instructions for tonight." His fingers began teasing my nipple in earnest and he dropped the hand at my neck to sneak beneath the fabric of my dress again. "You seemed to think that time belongs to you, but you know who owns your time too, don't you whore?" there was a slight bite to his words and he pinched my clit to emphasize he point. I jumped in the seat and let out a tiny shriek, even as my juices ran more earnestly around Master's fingertips. I saw him smirk and I let out a trembling "yes, sir." "Good. Tonight, to make sure you remember who owns you and your time, you are going to play with yourself with your free hand under the table. And you may not cum until we are home and you have worshiped your Master and make him cum down your pretty little throat. Understand?" The words caught in my throat...how...he had never done anything like this... "yes, sir" I whispered...still unblinking in confusion. "And I warn you slut," he plunged a deft finger through the pool and swirled it ever so slightly forcing a raw groan from my lips. "I warn you, if you stop playing with yourself, for any reason other than to use the restroom or get me a beer, I will not let you cum, no matter how much you beg." A second finger joined the first and I felt my back arching in resistance. "understand, me?" Breathe. Breathe. God dammit, breathe! "Yes, sir I understand." In one swift motion both fingers were gone, and I gasped at the sudden emptiness. My mind was wrapping around the undefined blurriness. Fuck. I heard Master get out of the car and numbly followed, my core was on fire, ever step my thighs slipped against the other and I was positive the whole world knew I was going to be seconds away from orgasm for the next two hours. "Come on, slave." Master held his hand out and I looked at him with a thousand words in my gaze. Looking down I slipped my hand into his and squeezed my eyes shut against the spasm in my pussy. He planted a kiss on my forehead and we started toward the entrance. It was going to be a long fucking night. **PART II** Master kept his right hand on the small of my back almost the entire time...stroking gently and occasionally looking over at me with a smile I perceived as slightly sadistic. Fuck. He was enjoying my discomfort immensely. I was just struggling to maintain conversation as my speech became increasingly halting. Suddenly, the inappropriate inside jokes that induced giggles on a usual night became the source of the deep crimson flush painting my face. Master turned to me and grinned sardonically every time someone said words like wet, or inside, or the worst... COME. I wanted to die, the fire in my pussy was slowly creeping up the rest of my body; and since I wouldn't release the fury in the power of an orgasm it had rapidly, spread unashamed towards my face. It was dark on the back porch of the bar, but lit well enough that Juliette one of Master's coworkers noticed a sudden change in my disposition. "Hey, are you okay, hun?" she reached over and laid a hand on my arm. My flinch was exceptionally dramatic for such a light touch, and her eyebrows shot upwards. I couldn't help it...any physical contact added to the circles Master was now drawing on my inner thigh would send me over the edge. "Sorry Juliette, just a bit flushed" I mumbled, wishing Master would rescue me and soon. Master, knowing everything at all times, smoothly transitioned from his conversation with Juliette's husband and finished his beer. I watched eagerly, almost rabidly for the last drop to leave the glass. "Can I get you another beer, Master?" the words rushed from my mouth as his glass barely touched the table. I didn't care how foolish it looked...I needed to leave this seat and stand before...well before I was in more hot water than I already felt bottled and capped inside me. He thought for a very long, painful moment and nodded curtly. "Yes." I let no more than three milliseconds pass before I sprang from the table to head in the direction of the bar outside. My haste had led me to choose the route right past Master's left side, and I failed to notice it until I felt the light slap on my ass. Ten thousand rods of fire shot down from my heart through my abdomen and landed right at the edge of my pussy. I could barely walk or breathe or think. As soon as I brought the beer back to the table I rested my free hand on Master's arm and let the rest of the evening slip past my consciousness. By the time we reached the front door, Master was allowing me to fully lean on him. The porch lights looked like stars and I fell in a crumpled, submissive heap into the entrance as he swung the door open. I arched my neck, imagining my head had been stuffed with lead and tried to speak. "mas..master. Your Sl..a...ve..." I couldn't finish. Even begging my master, groveling for his permission to rape my throat brought me to the brink of disobedience. It seemed impossible. Thoroughly, emotionally spent, my knees could not hold me and I lay trembling, shaking, and thoroughly fucking wet on our entryway tile. "Oh Butterfly, you served your Master so well." His voice was so soft, so comforting, quelled the raging storm that had built inside my core over three hours. I gazed at him through tear rimmed lashes. He was not angry, didn't appear disappointed. I let the quivering sobs leave my chest and took his offered hands, standing ever so slowly. My head fit so perfectly between his pectorals, it was a like new marvel every time. As the fog cleared, I felt one large hand cupping my left ass cheek and the other drawing fine erotic lines from my ear to my cleavage. The ragged breathing returned and I dared to look up. My humility was drawn like a road map in black streaks all over my face. My eyes were a panicked, almost electric shade of blue, and my nose warmed to match the crimson of my cheeks. He took it all in and I matched the stare. Fuck. His eyes. Like he wanted to devour me in the brimstone his love had become. That gaze melted everything the world counted as important and left only raw, unbridled passion. And I wanted it, I wanted to be consumed and forged and blanketed in the white hot power of this man. I always wondered how it could feel so fucking new every day, but I saw the answer in his unmasked gaze. It was new. My Master had captured and tamed the regeneration coveted by man and sang of by gods. It was mine...fuck...it was all mine! My hands moved from his waist to hold this face of regency; I had to taste it, all of it, I was hungry to feed on the power he gave me every day. But his lips took mine first. "I fucking love you, Rachel" he half growled into my mouth before his tongue tied my thought pattern in furious knots. My skin prickled almost instantly, my nipples drawing to such sharp peaks I was forced to arch my back into his grip. Master broke our shared breathing for mere second to gauge my eyes, then pulling me roughly back to himself, his hand ran briskly up the length of my thigh to the evening long ache that was begging for his touch. His deft fingers ran along my pussy lips first, brushing just slightly against my throbbing clit, and then both plunged swiftly inside. He stopped and let me breathe, his mouth millimeters from my ear. "I am going to take you until you beg me to stop, understand?" I shivered at the warmth by my cheek and in my ear. Fuck. Find. Words. "Yessir" it was likely inaudible but I saw the recognition in his eyes and left my gaze sitting there in his touch as his fingers slowly curved towards my belly button. A sensation not akin to pain or pleasure roped me into its abyss. "fuck!" He heard that I know...because it registered as more of a shriek than anything. The roguish half smile was back. "You like that?" He curved his fingers again, pushing inward more sharply and I nearly collapsed in his arms, trying to shake my head, trying to be free, but realizing I was pinned to this hand that was currently creating vortexes of confusion in my small frame. I could only moan. Only gaze open mouthed, practically dying in my Master's arms, and pray my body wouldn't rebel suddenly and explode in orgasm until it was time. His free hand pushed me up slightly as he removed both fingers, hovering just above my clit. My eyebrows nearly met one another as I sent an unspoken plea to him. He shook his head ever so slightly, and I felt the pad of his index finger graze the tip of my now fully engorged clitoris. I groaned and squeezed my eyes. The juices running freely from my cunt were both hot and cold on my thighs. I had goose bumps mapping precise locations of passion, yet I wasn't chilled in the least. I had to beg him, I had to. "Master." There was gravel in the utterance but it was a decent start. "master, I need to cum." I blinked four times in a row. Two breaths in. Four more blinks. "Master." Just a mere whisper now. "Master, you said I had to make you cum first? Master?" my whisper had become high pitched and desperate, etching away a need to understand. Master stopped teasing my pussy and cupped my hand very lightly. "Let's cum together, my Slave" his mouth claimed mine, and I entwined his neck with my arms. "Yes Master" I mumbled against his lips, even as I felt him buckling my knees with the strength of his forearm and supporting my back with a featherlight touch of his hand. I drank in the perfumed stubble on his neck, as he crossed the hall to our room, attempting to whisper my adoration as I flicked my tongue over the lobe of his right ear. I tore off my dress as soon as he let my feet touch the floor, amazed at my agility in such a state. I fell to my knees, completely bare and stopped Master's hands, begging him with my eyes to let me have the honor. He nodded and I hastened to unsheath his body from the denim that blocked my tongue from tasting the precum I knew was there, from the precum that was all mine. His rock hard dick sprang from his shorts as I pushed them down past his knees. There it was. The whole thing...all mine because I chose to be his slave. I glanced up at him adoringly before taking his cock in my hands and nursing that sweet, giant, white bead for all it was worth. I snaked my tongue up and around till it met the base of his cock and then back down again, relishing the slight rock in Master's hips, the sway as he suddenly become unsteady. I was so fucking close to cumming...but suddenly...my job had become more important that any orgasm in the world. "Dominus, I love you so fucking much. My world starts and stops with you, sir." I let his cock slide to the very back of my throat as I finished, tears welling as I gagged out the remains of air in my lungs. He caught my eye and whispered, "come here, slave" Stepping back he held out a hand and as he lay down I straddled him, both hands on the chest that held me every time I needed comfort. Gazing into eyes that spoke when he could not, at lips that I craved to taste even in my sleep. Love welled into my chest and I lowered myself onto the girth that moments earlier had been plunged throat deep in my mouth. Stars and unrecognizable colors shot across my vision, the rocking of our hips commanding my cunt to grab him in tight, unwound spasms. "Fuck! I love you!" Master's voice opened the waterfall I had dammed all night even as I felt his seed gush into the deepest recess of my body. And every star flashing across my vision exploded, along with my heart, "ohhhhh Master, ohhhh Thank you Master!" I dug my fingers into the flesh beneath his wrist, nearly convulsing atop him. My vision had returned, along with my ability to breath and I found myself curled next to the only person in the world who knew the treasure I truly was. It had taken one decision. An incredibly long journey. Being broken and remade. It took being emptied of what I used to be in favor of all he wanted to give me. So scarcely believable that this was just the beginning. I reached up to stroke his sweat soaked hair and sighed. I would trade nothing for the beauty that being his cherished Slave was. It was an awesome fucking life.