20 comments/ 44784 views/ 8 favorites Tomorrow By: qualitywheat Tomorrow was here at last, I was getting married. I had been looking forward to this day for 2 years. I had met Mark 3 years ago when I was 18. We hit it off right away, became inseparable, and decided that we wanted to marry and start a life together. My parents had never really given their blessing; neither of them liked him too much. But they never once tried to discourage me from doing what I wanted. To marry! My father paid for the most lavish wedding for me, his only daughter. Nothing was too much expense. He welcomed Mark into the family even though he had reservations about him. The wedding was a great success; everything went as planned, if not better. I of course looked fabulous in my silk gown. If there was to be a down side, it was because of my height. I am 5ft 11" tall. Mark is 6ft tall, and while it's not normally a problem, I usually wear shoes that don't allow me to top him in the height stakes. He's a man of course isn't he, so he has an ego, that doesn't let him reconcile, that in heels, I am a lot taller than he. I had thought about this for the wedding, but I had decided that I was wearing heels. I had told Mark, he wasn't very happy, because he said no one would know if I wore flats. But I was adamant, heels I would wear! And that was the end of that! What I hadn't told him, and to be honest, I hadn't thought of it was. I was having my long hair especially done, and it would be piled on top of my head, and that my veil would be added to that. So on the morning of my wedding, with my heels, my hair up, my veil on. I was about 6ft 5" or more top to bottom. I suddenly saw Marks face in my mind, he wouldn't be very happy, but it was too late now, to wear flats would mean a dress alteration. Me? I am Luanne or Lu for short. Like I said, I am 5ft 11" tall, long light chestnutty hair, its soft, I look after it, and its really nice to the feel and touch. I consider myself to be quite attractive, without being overly so, and I've always had lots of attention from men. I weigh 10 and a ½ stones, or if you like about 147lbs, give or take, depending on the day of the week. I have a nice lovely face; lips that love to kiss, and be kissed. Nice bodied, always got something to grab hold of Mark says, have the boobs to match my body, I've been told I have childbearing hips. My legs though, are my best asset, along with my bum. My legs go on forever. Nice narrowish waist, big feely tits, embarrassingly large protruding nipples, that can burn holes in me with the right handling? A couple of boys had there way with me, by getting hold of them, and me falling into their lust for me. But all before I met Mark, and also one of my dad's friends, but we won't go there! Any way, the wedding went off without a hitch, but Mark did comment on my stature as we danced. And then it was forgotten. The following morning, we boarded our plane for the 3 week honeymoon we had booked to Colorado, and Arizona. It was going to be the holiday of a lifetime, a 1 centre ranch holiday, all by the same company, even transferred to some of the further destinations by helicopter. We would be mountain trekking, climbing, skiing, horse riding, all out door adventures. We would be sleeping out in the open under the stars etc. The Grand Canyon, you name it, we were going to do it. It was an organised holiday, it cost an absolute fortune, but we would never get to do it again, so we went for the whole nine yards! We were to be met at the airport by a rep of the company, he turned out to be a Native American, a Red Indian, and he said his name was Running Bear. He was about our age, and really nice, I loved his deep American drawl. He was easily 6ft 5", he towered over us, and big with it, rippling muscles, he also had moccasins on his feet. He told us he would be our personal guide for the whole of the trip, and whatever we asked for he would provide us with it. Running Bear didn't look like your average Indian; he didn't have feathers on his head etc. His hair was relatively short. He was wearing what looked like calf leather clothes, or as I found out later, buckskin. Neither was he really good looking, his face was flattish, his skin? Well, Red Indian I suppose? But you could see the power of him underneath. We left the terminal, in a 4X4, it was a truck, as he put it; to me it was a huge tractor looking thing, with a cabin on top. But it was very comfortable. We arrived at the ranch, and shown to our own cabin. A log cabin it was too! My mouth wouldn't work, it was fantastic, it had everything, Jacuzzi, bathrooms, showers, BBQ at the front, a beautiful open lounge, a massive open log fire. Phone, internet, and fax all on a credenza. A fully stocked kitchen, a fully stocked bar, heating, it had everything. But the view off the veranda at the front was stunning, mesmerising to say the least. I absolutely loved it; we spent the rest of the day just exploring our new home. We ate and drank, then went to bed early and fucked like rabbits. All this had given me an insatiable need to fuck, I wore Mark out that night, It was ages before I let him go to sleep, but only after much begging. In the morning, the sun was streaming through the windows; I walked on to our veranda in my little dressing gown, and just drank in the views. Someone must have seen me, or been watching for activity because a phone rang somewhere, I found and answered it. It was Running Bear, to say breakfast would be served in 30 minutes, and brought over to us! And it was, but it wasn't the kind of breakfast I was used to. It was an enormous feast. Huge piles of eggs, fried, boiled, scrambled, bacon, crispy, soft, beans, tomatoes, mushrooms, hash browns, pudding, pancakes, some things I didn't recognise, but I tried. And it was fantastic, we ate like ravenous pigs! By the time we were ready to do anything, or go anywhere it was early afternoon. I had never been so happy in my life, this was utopia to say the least, what a life style this was, I was already wishing I could live it. Running Bear suggested that, as it was our first day, we shouldn't waste any of it, so we might go trail biking. I was amazed, I hadn't thought of anything like this, and I immediately said yes, great. So off we went, up hill and down dale, or should I say up bluff and down valley, or crag? We spent 4 hours out on the land; it was brilliant, when we got back both of us were worn out. It was 7:00pm and Running Bear said dinner would be in 1 hour, so would we like to get ready, jeans, shirts and boots were the order of the day, he told us. I daren't tell you of the dinner, we were told steaks would be served. And I am sure I had the whole cow. I had never seen a steak so big; it was so tender, and so juicy. We retired to our cabin, had a few drinks, fucked like rabbits again, and then went to bed. The next day we went on a tour of the ranch and its land, it was amazing, I had never seen such views. Running Bear drove us for miles and miles. We had a packed picnic, the warm sun was fantastic. I started getting horny again, I don't know if it was the air or not, but my pussy was tingling away at me. In and out of the truck, I was manhandling, and feeling Mark's prick and bum as we went, he was frightened that Running Bear would see us, so kept shooing me away. I whispered to him, that tonight he was going to get it, like it or not! He laughed at me, and smirked. I knew that smirk, it was an 'I'll decide, what goes on, not you smirk!' And I thought to myself, 'Right my lad, you just wait, I'm having you, yes or no!' We had gone through this before in our relationship; sometimes he wouldn't fuck me when I wanted fucking, and so we'd had a sort of fight, a wrestling match. And much to his and my surprise, I had won most of them. He is a desk worker, and I am surveyor on construction sites, so I get a lot more exercise than he does. So in the last few months, he had avoided such confrontations, much to my dismay. But I did like overpowering him, in a gentle way of course, and then him being unable to resist me, and me getting the fucking I wanted. Like I said earlier, his ego, wouldn't allow him such aberrations. When we got back, Running Bear gave me a look that saidb. 'You are a feisty woman, that's obvious' why I read that in his face, I don't know but I did. We had another sumptuous dinner, and retired early again, this all this was wearing me out, but I still wanted to make love. Mark said he was too tired. He went into the bathroom, I followed to get him, but he locked the door! I was furious. "Mark," I bellowed through it, "open this door right now!" "I'm in the bath honey, go to bed, I'll see you in a while." He shouted. I sulked away, and went to bed, determined to stay awake, so I could get him! But tiredness overtook me. And when I awoke it was 9:30 in the morning. Mark was up and sat on the veranda. "Good morning darling," he said quietly. But I was okay, my anger had gone, and I was looking forward to another day in paradise. We went for breakfast, another banquet! Today we were horse riding. Mine was a beauty, a large chestnut, with a huge flash on his head. "This is Blaze," Running Bear told me. "Yours horse Mark is called, Blacky," obviously because of his jet black colour. We walked them first so they could get to know us a little. They were gentle giants We set off at a gentle pace and soon we were wondering all over. Running Bear was riding bareback, with just a small blanket under him. We had cowboy hats on, all that was missing were the six shooters. Running bear showed us how to gather cattle, he was outstanding in the things he could do. He lassoed a cow from a distance, and the loop just sailed over its head. He was carrying the packed lunch for us, and we stopped on top of a ridge, the setting was straight off a painting, nothing I had ever seen was as good as this. I was totally in love with this place, and already I was wishing I could live here forever. This was something for discussion when we returned from our honey moon. In the middle of the afternoon, we were riding at a canter, when Marks horse was spooked by; it turned out, a snake. He was thrown right off Blacky, and landed in a sickening thud, on the hard ground, I was sure I heard bones breaking. We jumped off our horse's and hurried to him, he was hurt, and quite badly it appeared. It looked like he had damaged his fingers, his lower arm, his upper arm, a shoulder, and his right leg. Running Bear immediately got the radio out, and called the ranch, within 30 minutes, the helicopter was with us. A trained paramedic came with it. And confirmed that all the places he was hurting looked very definitely broken, he had to be airlifted to the hospital 40 miles away. I went with him, he was x rayed, then later operated on, and all the things they do in hospital. And they put his right leg in traction, just to be safe. He was a real mess, my poor husband. I was sure glad that we had taken out very comprehensive insurance. So we knew no cost would be involved, for medical expenses. I stayed that night with him; I slept in a cot in his room. He was in pain, but also sedated, so he was feeling a little better. He apologised for ruining our honeymoon, but I wasn't haven't any of that. "It was an accident, and that's all there was to it. It's not your fault." I told him. The next day I asked the doctors, how long he could be expected to be in hospital for? They told us, that because of the nature of his injuries, he may well be in for at least the next 2 to 3 weeks. Jesus hell, I thought, that's it then, the holiday is over, done with, what would I do for the next weeks? Mark said. I would have to go back to the ranch and try and enjoy what I could, being on my own and all that. I wasn't very happy now, I really wanted to call it all off and go home. But I couldn't could I? I couldn't leave him. So, using the insurance, I was hired a car, and I managed to make my way back to the ranch. I was met by an astonished Running Bear. "Why didn't you call me?" He asked. "I would have come for you." "It's okay; I needed time to think about things." Then I burst into tears. He held me and comforted me. "I'm going to bed Running Bear, I'm sorry, I need to be alone." "Yes, good idea, have a drink, I will bring you some supper in an hour." He told me. I went off; I had a long hot bath, and 2 bloody stiff drinks. I felt a mess inside. I was sat on the veranda feeling sorry for Mark, and myself. Running Bear appeared and gave me a tray with food on it. He asked me if I was okay, and that I should try to eat something. I did, he went, and then I called my parents to tell them of events. They both told me to stay and try to enjoy what was left of our holiday. I appreciated that. The next morning, Running Bear drove me to the hospital, I only saw Mark for 10 minutes, they wouldn't let me stay because he was sleeping, and sedated. Sadly I returned to the ranch. It had all turned into a nightmare; I really was fed up, pissed off actually! Late in the afternoon Running Bear turned up with my horse Blaze, and he had his too. I was happy to see her; I felt am affinity with her. He said to me, 'come on Mrs Lu, you need to get out, lets go for a ride okay?' 'It will help take your mind off things, yes?' I thought for a moment then agreed, it would be good to think about something else. So off we went at a canter, I thought to myself, this is how Mark got hurt, so I had better be careful. He took us up a mountain, it was wonderful, I began to relax and really enjoy myself. We stopped on the west side of it, and the sun was getting lower on the horizon, what a fabulous view it was, absolutely stunning. We set off back as it was starting to get dark. On the way, Running Bear stopped at a stream to let the horses drink. He jumped of, and as I began to get off, he said, 'Whoa Mrs Lu, let me help okay?' 'Yes,' I replied, 'good idea.' I reached down and took his upper arms, he reached up and took mine, I slid out of the saddle, and dropped to the floor. As I landed my foot hit a rock, and my ankle went over. The agony was terrible, I thought, oh no, oh fuck, what have I gone and done? I collapsed to the floor; he immediately caught me, and lifted me back up. 'What have you done?' He asked, concern in his voice. 'I have hurt my ankle,' I whined. 'Oh hell,' he said. 'Let me have a look at it?' He did, he felt it like an expert in these matters. Then he said, 'you have twisted it, its not broken, how bad does it hurt you?' He said. I tried to stand on it, but it was too sore. 'Okay,' he said, 'let's get you back on Blaze and get back.' He helped me up, and I'm sure he felt my backside as he pushed me up, but I wasn't sure? When we got back, he insisted on getting me off Blaze, and carried me into our cabin. He told me to wait there on the couch where he had deposited me. And left to go and get bandages etc. He came back, soaked the bandages in cold water, and applied them fairly tightly to help keep any swelling done, he said. After making me a supper, and making sure I was alright, he bade me goodnight, with the promise he would see me early in the morning. I hobbled to bed, and had a reasonable night, but I did think about his hand on my arse, I couldn't make my mind up whether he had done it on purpose, or not? In the morning, I was up earlyish, had a good shower, and dressed in my PJs and a dressing gown, hobbled my way to the veranda, it was a beautiful morning, but my ankle was hurting me. I called the hospital, to speak to Mark, but his nurse said he was asleep, I told her I wouldn't be able to get there today, but I would be there tomorrow. Running Bear appeared with a tray of the usual, a monstrous breakfast, there was enough for 3, let alone just me! After I had eaten, he reappeared and took the tray away. He came back after about 30 minutes, with another tray. This was loaded with ointments, and lotions, it looked like. He told me to lie on the couch, and lift up my foot. As I did, he gathered my leg in his strong hands and rested it on his knee. He applied some lotion to my ankle, it's an old Indian recipe, my forefathers used it. I feared it would hurt me, but it was so soothing. I felt heat emanating through his hands to my injured foot. It was so relaxing; I swear I could have fallen asleep. And it was making me bloody horny too. It was all that horse riding, every time I got on Blaze, I wanted to fuck! As he rubbed it in, his hands drifted higher up my calf. 'Just to make sure it gets to all the bruising,' he told me. I loved it, it was hypnotising. He applied more and more, and his strong hands were now at my knee, up and down, round and round he went. My baggy PJ trouser leg had fallen up my thigh, I hadn't realised it, but it had. And now he had an advantage I wasn't aware of. The heat from the lotion was spreading like a fire up my leg and into my loins; I was on a slow burn. "Must get all the peripheral bruises Mrs Lu," he murmured. There was one hand high on my thigh, as his other was on my ankle, and then they swapped, this time his hand was on the inside of my upper leg. I moaned, I felt serene, especially when he touched the top of my leg. I still didn't realise he was seducing me. I had my eyes closed as I relaxed more and more under his touch. Then the first caress of his fingers, lightly passed over my pussy through my panties. I knew it had happened, but I never moved a muscle. My lower leg was still resting on his upper thigh, but now his hands were both on mine, kneading, caressing, rubbing, pulverising my mind. Fingers began a gentle rubbing of my pussy lips through my panties; I just lay back and let it happen. I was in dire need of comfort, and someone to love me, make me feel safe, I needed reassurance. Running Bear was going to give it to me, but yet I was unaware of it. Then I felt fingers insert themselves under the opening, and suddenly, they were at the entrance, at the doorway to my love hole. It was too late for me to stop anything, I was under his spell, and he was working me so good. I was as horny as hell anyway, so his assaults on my senses were more or less guaranteed to work. Here I was 21 years old, married 5 days ago, and being well and truly seduced, while my new husband was in hospital. And my treacherous body didn't give a damn, it wanted cock, and cock it was going to get! The fingers in my pussy was working their magic, I was on my way to an orgasm. I hadn't felt him undo my pyjama top, I just felt red hot heat on my nipples, I managed to open my eyes briefly, I looked down to see Running Bear's lips clamped to a strutting nipple. His right hand was under my buttocks tickling my pussy and clit. I was gone! His sucking of my already burgeoning nipples had me going gaga. Then suddenly I was up in the air, I was in his arms, and he was taking me to bed and to my infidelity. My recent marriage vows were going out of the window. He was displaying a courage, and control I wasn't used to. His walk to my bedroom was strident, meaningful, he was a man on a mission, I was it. And he was unstoppable. Even if I had resisted, I think the result was going to be the same. He was taking me, I was his, his dominance without being stated, was all around me. That's when I understood what his intentions were; I knew I was going to be made love to, to be fucked. I wanted it badly. But when he called me 'White Dove' and said, I was to be his squaw from now on. That I realised my life was entering a new dimension. Tomorrow He rested me gently on the bed, and in between kissing, touching, and keeping me on the boil, my clothes were removed, and along with them, most of his were too! I lay in the centre of the bed; he stood up at the side and let me view him. He was magnificent, I had never seen a more manly man, his body was taut, tight, and muscular. All he still had on was a sort of calfskin mini dress that was split at the sides, which I suppose served as his underwear. But it was beautiful. And I could see the huge bulge under it. I held out my arms to him, he obliged and climbed into them, the closeness of his hot swarthy light brown skin seemed to melt mine. There was no foreplay here, he pulled at the sides of his calfskin dress, and he was naked! He raised himself over me. I willingly parted and lifted my legs, crossing them over his back was easy for me; my legs are long and strong. His rock hard bulbous cock drove right into me. I clamped myself to him, as he drove the wind out of my body; such was the power of that first thrust! He hammered at me, and I hammered myself back at him. I was trying to give as good as I got, but I was at a bit of a disadvantage because he was on top of me. Never the less, I was in a state of total submission, I wanted this. Mark is a good lover, no doubt about that, but Running Bear was by far the better of the two. I hated to admit it, but it was no contest. Because of the way he was making love to me, and the way I was trying to fuck him back. My orgasm, when it hit me nearly killed me. I just wasn't ready for such an atomic explosion that ripped me apart. I vaguely remember wrapping myself to him, my nails were talons gripping his back, I tore at him as he finished me off. My legs were iron bars forged about him; my teeth were fastened to his neck. I felt my pussy spurt my cum out. I had never done that. My body shot it out of me; my pussy had turned into a pump! Then Running Bear tightened his grip on me, I was being crushed, beautifully, wonderfully crushed. I couldn't breathe; he came with a shout and a thunderous lunge into me that seemed to split me in two. His cum was hot, thick and burning, it flooded me totally; I swear I felt my stomach bulge. We both just stopped in our tracks, he fell on me. I never moved, what had just happened was something I never knew existed. I hadn't known making love could be so solid, so hard, and even violent. He raised his head and kissed me; we had just made fabulous love, and then shared our first real kiss. That's the wrong way round I thought, and then I laughed. He looked me quizzically, smiled, and then he laughed too. "Mrs Lu, that was good, no, it was better than good, it was fantastic, you are fantastic squaw White Dove, my White Dove." He rolled to my side, his magnificent prick plopped out. He held me in his arms, and then pulled the covers up and over us. We were cocooned now. I wrapped my arms around him, my head against his powerful red Indian chest. His body was so tight, yet soft and gentle, what a lover I thought. I know I shouldn't have felt this way, but I wanted more of this, my husband wasn't here, he was in hospital. But Running Bear was here though. I briefly thought of these events. I had just married 5 days ago, and here I was in bed with another man, and willingly so, I wanted nothing more than this right now! I slid my hand down and grasped his flaccid cock. He mewled to me as he felt my fingers encircle it; he clasped a nipple, my turn to mewl to him. I was recovering from the thrashing my body had just undergone, and I felt him regaining his self being. I quickly climbed over him, Mark wasn't very keen if I did this with him, his ego was too evident, he didn't really like me exerting control. So I wasn't used to it. I kneeled each side of Running Bear. I put my hands on his chest, leaned forward and kissed him as passionately as I could. He let me take charge, it was a feeling I liked, and being in control of a man was a terrific feeling. I sat up, reached behind me, and began playing with his big wiry hairy cock, and balls. Whilst I did this, he grabbed my nipples and twisted them; it resulted in a battle of wills. I won it! But I'm sure he let me do that. I'm positive he could tell I had a need to be in control at this moment. He went with the flow. And for that I loved him, I loved him in a way I had never loved Mark. I did love Mark, but this was a different sort of love. Running Bear obviously never had any hang ups about a woman having her way with her man. I don't know why, but I asked him how old was he? "I am 28," he said. "Ooooh," I laughed, "I've got me an old man!" I said it in an American accent. "Hah!" He roared, "I'll show you an old man." And with that I was under him again, and the thunderous fucking I received that day was the hardest I had ever experienced. He fucked me with such abandon, ferocity, and power. I thought I was going to literally be fucked to death! I had cum several times before he powered into me in one final violent crushing thrust, that ended with me being filled with his cum. I wasn't on the pill, so if Mark hadn't got me before he went into hospital. Running Bear certainly would do! We made love again that day, but later, we were so fucked out, we both needed the rest, but what fun we had, it was sublime loving at its best. He had to leave because he had things to attend to, but not before he kissed me into breathlessness. And I also told him to bring his lasso tomorrow. "Why?" He asked. "So I can capture you Running Bear, I'm having you tomorrow, no question about it, okay?" "White Dove, you are my squaw I will do as you ask." I spent the evening alone on the veranda, this was truly god's earth, never had I seen such nights. I had 3 large glasses of wine, but had also rung the hospital. Mark was feeling better, although he was still strapped up. He asked me if I was lonely without him, I had to admit I was. But no where near as lonely as I should have been. Running Bear was seeing to that. I told Mark I would see him tomorrow morning. I went to bed. I was so done in, I was totally exhausted, but I had the satisfaction that, if I felt this way, then Running Bear would be too, hopefully! I woke in the early hours of the morning; someone was in bed with me. Running Bear! He was tweaking my nipples, and his cock was lodged into the crack of my arse, what a sensation that was! The heat from his body was so relaxing, and so reassuring. I felt so comforted. "Don't move Lu," he said. "Just let me make you feel contented." And he did. I unknowingly drifted back off to sleep. It was 9:20 when I awakened. Running Bear was gone. As I emerged from the shower, Running Bear appeared with the usual heap of breakfast. I was famished and made a real mess of what he had brought me. Then we went to the hospital. Stopping along the way, to play and fiddle with each other, kissing and all the rest of it. Mark was in good spirits, but concerned about ruining our honeymoon. When the time came for me to leave, he asked to see Running Bear, this I wasn't happy with. Suddenly, what had happened presented itself to me, I was being totally unfaithful to my new husband. Here he was in hospital, and his bride was being consummately fucked by another man. Guilt drove through me for the first time. I said, "He's outside Mark?" "Please Lu, go and get him okay?" I hesitated, but had to go, I didn't have an excuse. Running Bear reassured me nothing would be revealed. I was definitely happy to hear him say it. In the room, Mark said to him. "Running Bear, please take care of Lu for me, I want her to have the best you can give her." "This accident has really has put the block on it, so take real good care of her, will you do that please?" He looked at me, and gave me a knowing smile, and said. "Of course I will, she will get everything she needs, and more, you can take my word for it Mr Mark." "By the time you get out of here, she will be a much changed woman Mr Mark, I promise." He told him, but looking at me. Only we two knew what he was talking about. Mark thanked him and we left. In the car, I admonished him for his subtle insinuations. But he just laughed them off. On the way back, I got my first wonderful fuck of the day, it was so erotic, I came all over his upholstery, why? Because he had had me, over the back seat of his car He pulled over and off the road into the bushes. As we were driving back, I pulled my coat over my head, and got down in his lap. I had his cock in there all the rest of the way back, fabulous! He dropped me at my door, and told me he would be across later. I told him not to forget his lasso with a laugh. He looked at me, smiled, and left saying he was bringing two of them. I wondered why, but never thought any more of it. The fax beeped and a message dropped out of it. "Have you ever been burgled?" R.B. It was Running Bear. I wrote a reply. "No why?" Another one came. "You will be this afternoon!" "Will I now?" I wrote. "I will have to gat my shotgun out." "You won't need that Lu, just the baby oil!" Baby oil? What was he talking about? Then it dawned on me! He was talking about anal sex! "You are not doing that!" I replied huffily. "Yes I am, so be ready, my squaw will obey her warrior." I sat and mulled over his words. He won't be able to do it anyway; he's too big for there I thought. But somehow, I found myself locating it? "Make sure you have my lassoes?" I wrote back. "I have them; I'll see you in one hour Lu?" I destroyed all the messages, for safety reasons? I was all showered and dressed for my warrior to arrive; I was on the veranda, looking as sexy as I could. My hair looked great, my make up perfect, I looked better than good, and knew he would want me as soon as he laid eyes on me. I wasn't wrong either. He came to the cabin on his horse at speed, skidded to a halt, dove off it, tied it to the rail, hopped over it, and I was inside in seconds. He threw a rope over the wooden beam above us, then another one. I looked on and wondered what he was up to? And before I knew it, each hand was tied to a rope, and I was stood helpless, more or less. My arms were high above me. Then the flimsy things I was wearing were gone. I was more or less hanging from the rafters. Although my feet were easily, flat on the floor. I wasn't too uncomfortable; but I was more than a little concerned, and scared about this turn of events. I was completely naked and helpless before him. He stood before me just looking me up and down. Then he reached out and searingly twisted my nipples. I let out a loud yelp. "Running Bear, what are you doing? You are scaring me," I bleated. "Don't worry White Dove, you are learning to obey your warrior, you are safe, have no fear?" That made me happy. Not! "Running Bear, what are you doing, let me go now, please?" It was a beg I heard, not a demand. "White Dove, have no fear, you are to enter my world, be thankful." With that he started on me, my nipples came under attack from his fingers, then his mouth. As his lips, tongue and teeth seared my super hard nips. His fingers found and killed any resistance, by nipping my protruding clit. Then something I had never had, he bit my under arms, he licked them and kissed them, both in turn. This made me squirm and wriggle like I have never squirmed and wriggled. I came, right there, right then! My knees gave way, but my tied arms kept me upright. I struggled back to my feet; his onslaught on my pussy, nipples, and under arms was driving me nuts! Then my neck got it, my lips, and my face. I was being taken to a place no one had ever told me about. How does he know these things I thought briefly? I managed to look at him through glazed eyes, he was naked now, how had he done that? He had been fully dressed? I bent my head just as his hand cupped my arse. Then he was in me, his beautiful big prick was all the way in and he was banging me as I stood hopelessly in front of him. I managed to wrap a leg around him to ensure my own grip, while he fucked the living daylights out of me. He was perfectly aligned with me and my body, his 6ft 5" and my 5ft 11" I felt myself being lifted off my feet slightly with every thrust he made. Both sets of fingers were clamped tightly on my nipples; he was using them to hold me in position. Then my arse was clamped tightly in his hands. I came all over him, I cried with the tension of it. If utopia existed, it was here, it was in me, on me and around me! I hadn't even thought of Mark, all I could think of was this God made Red Indian in front of me, taking me, using me, making me his. It was unassailable, he was unassailable. He suddenly pulled out of me, leaving me silently begging for him to use and fuck me again, this 5 day bride had been broken in like a pony off the prairie! He went round and to behind me, I tried to follow him, but he disappeared. I felt his fingers stroking my arse. Oh God, he was driving me insane with love and lust for him, I just wanted him to do whatever he wanted. I didn't care, I wanted what he wanted, But I didn't even know what that was, not yet anyway! My rump went cold, wow; I thought blearily, what's that? It was the baby oil, he was rubbing it into my cheeks, between them, and then a thick finger went right up and into my bum hole. "No Running Bear, please no?" "Yes White Dove, its time to make you my squaw, you will always remember this day, the day that you received Running Bear into your heart, I am branding you with my body Lu, today, you will become White Dove. My squaw, you will belong to my tribe." He whispered in my ear from behind. Then that first touch of his prick as he pushed it at me. I could only move so far forward away from him. And then my feet couldn't travel any further. I tried to push him away using my foot behind me. He just caught my ankle in his hand. I was now stood on one foot! His arm went around my waist, and held me in place, then a push, he was in the right area, I could feel it. Then he seemed to sense the head of his wondrous prick was finding the correct angle. A shove, a squeal from me, and he was on his way in. My foot left the floor. My body was hanging on his prick, and my own weight forced me down on to it. "Running Bear, please, its hurting me so much, please don't," I wailed. But my pleas fell on deaf ears, I knew they would, he continued to push. He let go of my ankle, me feet were on the floor, then off it. His hands were on my hips now, as I rocked back and forth on him. This most powerful of men, was using me as a make weight, back and forth I went, feet down, feet off the floor. A hand found my clit, then a nipple, and then the other one, my lust was quickly overtaking the pain. I wanted to submit to him, I had to submit to him. My head was low, I was growling, mewling, moaning, and trembling in arousal. He suddenly nipped my clit between his nails; I exploded in a monumental orgasm. If I hadn't been tied to the rafters I would have collapsed in a heap. Running Bear was grunting too, he was going to cum. He was ramming his thick prick up and down, I was a flag in a strong wind. He came with a final mighty thrust, and shot a load of cum up into my bowels, what a sensation that was, to feel my arse filling as from a tap. My nipples received more mauling, I came again. I was utterly spent, and I think Running Bear was too. The next thing I knew I was laid on the bed in his arms. I looked at him, to see him just gazing at me. The look was so intense my heart jumped. We spent what was left of the afternoon lazing in bed, kissing, loving, finding al those nooks and crannies to feel, and finger, it was a real fun afternoon. In the evening he took me for a long walk away from the ranch, where more loving ensued He found a narrow smooth flat rock, about 18" wide and 6 or 7ft long, inclined at about 45 degrees. After much arousing of each other, he laid flat on his back on it, and told me to mount him. I got over him, he pointed that fabulous weapon at my pussy, and I dropped myself onto it. I rode him like the stallion he was. I adjusted myself, my feet purchased a grip, got hold of his powerful shoulders, and I rode him right into the sunset. My juices were all over him, his spunk had been driven up into my pussy time after time, or it felt like it. My body was bruised and marked, branded he told me, I had bites all over me. When we got back, we showered, and went to bed, we were well worn out, but I awoke on my own. It was 11:00am, as I struggled out of bed mid morning, my rear end was in agony, but I knew that if he wanted that again, he would have it, I would give it. He came in with the proverbial huge breakfast. I gobbled it down, along with his prick, I was becoming insatiable, I took all he could give me. Then we went to the hospital, Mark was improving all the time, but I found myself hoping he wouldn't be released too soon! This isn't right I told myself, I was a new bride, and was making love now with another man, more often than my new husband had had me. But it's what I was thinking; I just wanted to be with Running Bear. When we returned, we went out on the horses, I wanted to talk (as well as make love) I asked him what he thought of me, how I fitted in with him, how did he see me? Would he miss me when I left? Would he be hurt when I was gone? Did he love me? Was he in love with me? He answered all my questions in such a way; it put me on the spot, when it was I who was hoping to put him on it. He thought I was the most wonderful soft woman, he had ever met, but he hadn't met many. He loved my ways, my demeanour. I was beautiful in and out. He would miss me with all his heart. He was dreading me going. His hurt would be insurmountable. Do I love you? Yes I do, he said. And yes he was in love with me. But because I had just married there would never be a future for us, would there? And if I ever told anyone what he had just told me, I would be put to the knife, he was a full blooded Red Indian, and his position would be questioned by his peers and his elders. Shame would be heaped on him for allowing these feelings to surface. Stunned? You don't know the half of it. I felt the same as him, but what could I do? I couldn't refuse to go home. We stayed as a man and wife would stay together, we shared everything. We made constant love, on the prairie, every where and every place we could find. We even did it up a tree one day! I got to tie him up, what a day I had, I took everything I could get out, I emptied him completely. But I paid the price; he murdered me in revenge, what a wonderful night that was. Then Mark was discharged, 2 days later we were on our way home. He was hospitalized again for tests etc. He was allowed home a few days later. We started to get on with our lives. But I was unhappy, I loved Running Bear. I couldn't deny it. So 2 weeks later, unknown to all, I packed my bags, and returned to the states. Running Bear was shocked to the core when he saw me walking towards him. I was petrified that he might have changed his mind about me. I soon found out he hadn't by the fucking I received that night. I am now known to all as White Dove, squaw of Running Bear. I am now a full Indian, and live like one, when we go away, we use a Tepee, I get the wood, fetch the water, cook, everything for my man. My life is full to the brim. Tomorrow The cold winter air caressed her thigh, nipples tight with the cold and aching for attention. She sat cross-legged on her bed, chewing her bottom lip, listening to the soft exhalations of his breath. The explicit visions flashed across her computer screen as she hunted for some image that would stir her loins, something to motivate her. The man stretched at her side sleeping was doing little to assuage the itch growing deep inside her. The soft girl friendly porn she was surfing all showed girls on their knees with a cock stuffed into their mouths, or trim taut bodied women with their legs in the air being mounted by glistening sweat covered men. Where was the reality, the oomph she was looking for? She clicked at the keys, not really paying attention but more frustrated at the lack of motivational pictures. As her fingers dropped in exasperation onto the keyboard, there was a momentary flicker and then a live feed camera flashed up onto the screen. Her eyes flew wide at the very sight held momentarily stilled before it buffered and started to move. A woman, definitely not air brushed into perfection lay back on a table. Her thighs spread wide, ankles held to the legs of the table with some kind of rope while her head lolled off the far end. Her wrists seemed similarly tied to the opposite legs of the sturdy wooden structure. Her shaved mound was on prominent display, the split of her pubic lips framing a protuberant clitoris that seemed to quiver and dance. Her nipples were clamped and a thin cord ran from each clip and up into the air keeping her breasts lifted, nipples swollen and purple. The soft moans of pain drifted through the speakers and the watcher leaned closer to better hear. Her hand flew to her throat, as it constricted at the shock of what she was looking at on her screen. Transfixed, she watched, waiting to see who or what might be in the room with the helpless bound woman. She was soon rewarded as a second body walked into view of the camera lens. A man...naked but for a black leather hood that covered his head, masking his identity. He circled the table and came to a stop at her head. He wriggled his hips and the strangled gag from the woman signaled his thrust of hard cock into her mouth. He pistoned his hips back and forth with such force that the table shook and moved on the floor. Her anguished groans, the strangled retching making his movements seem cruel. But as she drug her eyes down on the screen to stare at the spread thighs, the angry red spread gash seemed to infuse with a brighter shade of red. The clit veritably dancing out of its hood, sat atop an oozing wet glistening slit. She sat back, eyes still fixated on the macabre scene playing out in front of her. How could that woman be getting wet, excited as her mouth was violated, her throat brutally fucked? One hand strayed down and started stroking her thigh, letting her palm brush over her mound...watching...waiting for what might happen next. She was not disappointed nor did she have to wait long. The hooded man reached forward and picked up a long slender stick from the table. He held it at such an angle that the pinioned woman's eyes must have been able to see it. Her body seemed to lift off of the table, her back arched as she twisted her limbs at each of the four tether points. Her head shaking from side to side...trying to dislodge the engorged cock still forced down her throat. The animal cry that gurgled out around the thick prick was unnatural and the watcher found her fingers slipping between her nether lips, deftly spreading them as she searched for the moisture she felt dripping from her pussy. She bit down on her lower lip, fingers dipping into her suddenly wet pussy, thumb flicking at her own swollen clit as she waited, almost breathless for what that man was going to do with the cane he held aloft, gripped in his large hand. With a soft 'snick' it broke the air, and the soft 'whap' as it struck flesh. So quick was the flick of his wrist that it was not immediately apparent where the blow had landed. The body lifted and more gurgled grunts issued from the speakers. It took a few seconds but a faint pinkish line appeared breaking the creamy white of that breast held aloft by the tied clamp. The soft 'snick' and fleshy 'whap' repeated 5 more times as the body jerked and writhed in its bonds. The watcher's fingers flew over her clit, probing deep inside, scooping out cunt wetness and smearing it over cunt lips. Her other hand found its way to the crotch of the man stretched out at her side and he added his moan to the strangled grunts. The sounds of pain and pleasure mixing obscenely in her ears. The hooded man leaned forward, pushing his cock deeper into the bruised throat of the helpless woman. He unclamped each of the swollen nipples, and watched as the body attached to them jumped and convulsed. More disturbing was the lack of sound from that sealed throat...the sudden stillness as his fingers tortured those purplish rubbery nubs. He pulled and yanked, tearing at her breasts, further bruising tender flesh... and then with a backwards flex of his hips, he pulled his cock free and the battered body shuddered and shook as the harsh gasp of inhalation hissed from the speakers. It rose in pitch as did the moaning of the man at her side, her fingers had wrapped around his growing cock and were gripping it tighter than she should be. She pulled her eyes from the screen long enough to look at the hard cock in her hand...and her fingers loosened, started to stroke him softly, gently while she massaged her own throbbing little erection. Flicking her eyes back to the computer screen she had to let her eyes refocus, lean closer to see exactly what it was that the hooded man was holding in his hands now. It was what seemed to be a small leather strap. He held it in the line of sight for his hapless victim to see and was immediately rewarded with sobbing, hoarse pleas for mercy. He did not answer but only shook his head from side to side. As she started to scream he shoved his cock down her throat until the sound was muffled, as if coming from a distance. He raised his arm in a wide arc above his head and then with a forward motion his arm came crashing through the air with a 'whoosh' and landed on its intended target with a wet squelch. His target had been her uncovered, unprotected swollen clit. Her ass lifted off the table, and he pulled his cock free, not shoving it back in until her scream faded, but before she was able to pull in a new breath. Her entire body seemed to be changing colour, as he lifted his arm, poised momentarily before bringing his arm down, punishing her clit again and again. Cock out, scream, back in and 'whoosh' the strap came down again. The body dancing as if to the beat of an unseen drummer. The watcher, mesmerized while at the same time repulsed at the punishment inflicted on an unknown woman, was becoming increasingly aroused. She was shocked at her response, trying to decide whether she should turn the screen off or keep watching. She looked away, let her eyes rove over the man sleeping, naked, fully erect in her hand. Licking her lips, wriggling her fingers in her crotch, amazed at the wetness produced by such a brutal bit of porn, she chews her lip, wondering what she should do next. A scream, high pitched, more of a wail reaches her ears and her body stiffens as she turns her head to look to see what atrocities the hooded man might be inflicting on his bound victim. He holds in his hand a simple bottle of lubricant. He holds it so that the tied woman can see it. But why is she so upset...why does she scream at the mere sight? The hooded figure slowly walks alongside the table, stopping when he reaches the end. He stands poised between her legs and lets a stream of lube dribble over her spread pussy. Her screams increase as the liquid splashes and runs into the gaping slit, trickles down to the crack of her ass. What is it? Is it some sort of caustic liquid? Her body is contorting wildly, the table shaking with her efforts to free herself. A macabre sense of curiosity makes the watcher's fingers slide up and down, slip in and out, further arousing her partner and herself as she sits transfixed by the man and woman on the screen. It is soon apparent why the woman was screaming, as the man takes the lube and starts spreading it over his fingers, up over the knuckles and keeps lubing all the was to his wrist. He holds his hand up, showing it to the camera before reaching down to pull the already open lips wider. His fingers slide up and down, slowing, agonizingly slowly as the watcher tastes blood, biting down hard on her bottom lip, breaking the skin. His hand is large, really really large. The watcher has heard of 'fisting' but has thought it must be rumor, conjecture...because how could any womans vagina stretch to accommodate a hand...at least a hand that large. She estimates that his wrist is at least as big around as the wide end of a baseball bat, and his hand thicker still. Her pussy feels full, stuffed with her lovers cock which while sufficient is not in the same league as a baseball bat. She wriggles on her bed, her eyes roaming around the room, wondering if maybe she should try to push something big inside her own well lubricated pussy, well not as big as that hand though. She pulls her eyes back to the screen, watching as his hand expertly manipulates the exposed pussy, turning the terrified screams into moans of pleasure. The pinioned hips start to gyrate, the swollen, whipped clit comes alive under his slippery fingers. Two fingers push into the sopping pussy, sliding easily as the watcher pushes in two of her own. He slowly, ever so slowly fucks the pussy to life, while the watcher feels the rush of blood and feels the slippery natural lube coating her own fingers. He pulls his hand free and dribbles a fresh coat of lube, then corkscrews three fingers inside the tight clutching snatch. Her moans turn to growls and her hips lift to meet his fingers. He starts to fuck his fingers in and out, faster and harder...the table lurching as he shoves those three fingers home...right to the webbing of his hand. Her moans, gurgles, sounds of pure pleasure hiss from the speakers, a stark contrast to the horrific screams of just a moment ago. The tied body stiffens and a sharp intake of breath while the the nipples of the watcher stiffen. The pinky finger has pushed itself in beside the first four, and while his hand seems to curl a little bit, it is still so wide at the juncture of his thumb. Only that thumb remains outside of her body, it dances on her clit giving her a modicum of pleasure to counteract the stretching pain. The watcher pants, gasps in unison with the hammering of those four fingers as they emerge and disappear over and over again. Her moans are once more just the verbalization of pleasure, not tinged with pain, simply oral exclamations of the ecstasy of a filled pussy getting pounded properly. The watcher imagines her own pussy stretched so obscenely and wonders if she would be screaming or begging for more. The bound woman stiffens again, the hips lifted, rolling from side to side and it is apparent that the hooded man has curled his thumb into his hand and is pushing, straining with all his might to force it inside the tight vagina that contracts, trying to prevent the assault on her body. Her cunt protests the invasion, but he keeps pushing...the veins on his forearm standing up as he forces his hand deeper. The screams echo in the room as he grunts in frustration...his free hand slamming down onto the quivering milky thigh, as he hisses between clenched teeth, "Let me in!" Her voice is a high pitched cry as she chants a litany, "No, no, no, no, nonononononononononoooooooo." Her pleas falling on deaf ears as he grunts and growls, pushing and slapping at reddened flesh. With a scream, and a sickly gurgling sloshing sound his hand lurches forward, swallowed by her gaping cunt. He sighs, a sound of contentment mixing with her scream of pain. The watcher sits, watches, her own pussy dripping as she watches the hand start to turn, corkscrewing inside the delicate tissues of a vagina stretched so wide she thinks it may tear open right on the computer screen. She turns the computer screen and continues to watch as she mounts her sleeping partner. Her pussy swallowing his hard cock, her hips rocking to feel his girth inside her. She rides his cock as the tied woman is forced to ride the clenched fist. The body of the woman is rocked and billeted by the hand that fucks her insides raw. The man's knuckles obviously scraping the tender gspot inside the cage of her cunt. Her hips rock, her screams still frantic yet suddenly also carrying a lustful cry. His arm is brutally punishing the ravished cunt, while his other hand starts to massage that protruding clit. Her body bucks and writhes and he is soon rewarded with a stream of hot female cum as it is squeezed out of her pussy. So full that there is no room for even one drop to stay inside, the stream of thin hot liquid hits his chest forcibly, drips down his taut belly and pools around his hand while he continues to punish her insides. The watcher, turned on and motivated more by the scene of brutality than all of the soft porn she had ever watched, straddles the sleeping mans hips and rides his cock until she cums, until she feels her own cum dripping down over his still hard cock. His hands reach forward and grip her hips, helping her find a rhythm that will bring him to his own climax. He has come fully awake and his hips are bucking up to meet her as she slides up and down. She pants like a wild animal...still watching the rough fisting on the screen in front of her. Unable to look away, the scream hisses again over the speakers as the captured woman is forced to another orgasm. Her entire body turning crimson from the flush of blood. Her screams lusty, yet begging once again for mercy. Never missing a beat...he asks, "What in the hell are you watching? Turn the screen so I can see too." She leans forward and tips the screen, both of them now watching as the hooded figure continues to fuck that damaged cunt with his curled fist. He pushes and pants while the pair watching fuck themselves into a heated lusty lather. Sweat trickles over both bodies, while the pair on the screen continue, while screams keep echoing through both rooms. The watcher lifts and pauses, her lovers hands grabbing her hips and pulling her down as he arches up and delivers his own liquid love deep in her cunt. She falls forward limply, her fingers accidentally grazing the keyboard and the screen goes blank as the last scream is cut short. She turns and curls into the loving arms of her man. He kisses her and asks, "So did you notice the name on the bottle of lube? I think we should get some of that....and soon!" She grins and nods, tomorrow, yes tomorrow they will go shopping. Tomorrow I watch the moonlight dance across your skin. It's hot in the city tonight causing you to sleep naked, having tossed the covers aside instead choosing to sleep in the comfort of the exposed night air. Standing near the doorway to your bedroom I can see every curve of your body in the shadowy light. Your chest rises and falls evenly. Asleep. I knew you would be, I've been watching you for months and know your routine better than you know it yourself. There's a reason they tell people to change their routines. I make a note to mention that to you before the night is over. After all, I have grown to care about you so deeply. Yes, it has been from afar, but that doesn't mean I don't care or that I don't have so much to help you learn. The first time I saw you I almost introduced myself. You were getting your morning latte, skinny half-caf with two pumps of vanilla, you dropped your coffee club member's card and I picked it up for you. Your smile was friendly, warm and inviting with just a hint of humor. Later, I knew you were laughing at yourself for being so klutzy. I knew a lot more about you after that event. I hadn't meant for this to evolve into what it has. That smile; that warm, friendly, inviting smile. It only lasted for a moment but in that moment I lost myself in the glisten of your angel pink lip gloss. I skipped any sort of introduction, and barely managed a smile in return. But those lips stayed with me. Determined, I went to the coffee shop again the next day, and the next, and the next. I kept promising myself that I would say hello, that I would get to know you. But I'd become lost in those lips again and lose my nerve. Those lips...I look at them now. Slightly parted, a hint of the day's gloss still glistening on the beautifully puffed curves. They don't mean to me now what they used to. I know so much more about those lips now. They're a tease's lips. They haven't learned their place. I still get lost in them, but they're not angel pink to me any more. They're slut lips. I hated myself for losing my nerve every time. I thought if I knew a little more about you it would be easier to say hi. So I started following you from the coffee shop. You walk three blocks to your office every day. An impressive distance for someone who wears such impractical shoes as you do. I found that your lips weren't the only curves I could get lost in. The stiletto heels that you most often favorite accentuate your ass perfectly. For three blocks every weekday for four months I would follow behind, watching the curves of your rear flex and relax with each step. How many times did I want to reach out to touch those mounds? I'd lost count. But I imagined how perfectly your skin would feel as I caressed that round little bottom every time. I couldn't see your ass now. You were lying on your back. I notice that your breathing is a little faster than it was before, and I see your eyes twitch behind the thin protection of your eyelids. You must be dreaming. I lean against the door frame and wonder what you're dreaming about. It's obviously something exciting, I can tell by the way your chest rises and falls so rapidly and the way your nipples have become so tight. You have amazing nipples, large enough to suckle, like big pencil erasers. I imagine wrapping my lips around one. I look at your lips again. They're wetter. You must have licked them in your sleep while I was lost in thought. You do that a lot...lick those perfectly curved lips. That was the first sign I noticed that you were a tease. It's your slut tell. When someone is coming on to you, or when you want something from them, or when you've been drinking. You softly run your tongue over your perfect pout. It sends a message...a different sort of warm, friendly invite. That little gesture you make tells men and women alike that you want to taste them. It drives them all wild. I've watched it so many times. I've watched those lips get you rides home, and free coffee from the new barista, (barely out of high school and she's as lost in you as I am.) I've seen those lips talk their way past bouncers at the best clubs and make promises to men in exchange for expensive dinners. Once I even saw those lips, that tongue, giving oral pleasure to a cab driver after he insisted that you pay your fare. That's when I knew what a true slut you were. You moan. A quiet moan but it's there. I snap to attention, drawing back into the shadows of the hall once more. I light glistening sweat has formed across your body. Is it the heat or something more? Your hand twitches again, then slowly moves across the pale skin of your stomach. I'm not surprised when you start to tease the hairless lower lips...the ones I didn't see until much later after our first encounter. I haven't had a chance to get lost in those lips, but I intend to. You often masturbate in your sleep. The first time I witnessed it I was certain you'd woken up. Crouched outside your window I was torn between running for fear of being caught and staying to watch those beautiful curves writhing in ecstasy. I chose to stay. To this day I'm glad I did for it taught me more about you. I watch your slender fingers slip between the outer folds of your vagina, working slowly up and down the wet channel. You moan again as your hips begin to rise up to meet your fingertips. I wonder if you're imagining a man or a woman. In your waking life you don't seem to care either way. Teasing and flirting with them equally. But then, it is all teasing. The cab driver was the only time I ever saw you do anything more. So maybe it's men you want. But then again...the way you lick your lips... I feel the familiar ache of lust begin to rise as I watch you. I can feel my desire building just as I'm watching yours build. I've come here with a plan. I glance down to my bag. Soft nylon rope, duct tape, a blindfold, lube, dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps, a ball gag. I brought everything I could think of. I knew I was going to take you, to end your teasing nature. I knew I would break you into the true slut that you really were. I wasn't sure what it would take...so I brought everything. See? You can't say I don't care. You plunge a finger deep into your pussy with a quiet squish. You must be dripping wetness on the bed. I know I could take one of my toys out now and impale you on it before you even were fully aware of what was happening, but something holds me back. Your hand works faster and faster between your legs and your moans have become audible now. I fiddle with the copy of your house key in my pocket, indecision gripping me once more. Take you now, or wait. I love to watch you cum. Your whole body seems to radiate warmth when you do. I want to be pressed up against you to feel the heat of your crescendo but what if that stops this moment's pleasure? The aching in my loins is almost unbearable. I know I'll need relief soon, the same relief you are working your way to getting. You cry out something unintelligible, flexing every muscle in your body. I watch your toes curl tightly. It must be a really good dream. You lay there panting and bring your hand to your mouth, licking the juices of your perfect fingers. Your body is now drenched in sweat. I watch a bead of dew roll down the side of your breast to disappear into your sheets. Your nipples are still hard as ice. I could snap the clamps on them right away, no teasing required. I bet you'd love that...sluts love nipple clamps. You moan again lightly, like you had when you started, and shift your weight. Your hand falls to the bed limply and I know your back to your deep sleep. I watch you breathe for some time before mustering up my courage. I grab my bag from the floor and step quietly into your room. Those lips distract me again. Your tongue runs slowly over them in your sleep and they glisten the way they did the first time I saw you. Back when I thought they were warm, friendly, and inviting; back before I knew they were slutty teasing lips. I falter, losing my nerve. Those lips! I turn and storm quietly out of your house, locking the door softly behind me. My bag of toys gets thrown (more forcefully than needed really) into the back seat of my car as I slide into my seat. THOSE LIPS! My lust has turned to hatred. Not of you, you with your perfectly round ass, your midnight masturbation, your teasing ways, your perfect lips. No, I feel no hatred for you, I could never hate the one I care about. You are just a slut who hasn't been taught yet, you need someone who cares enough to teach you. I hate myself. What kind of a teacher can I be if I can't take the first step to tame you? I slam my hands on the steering wheel as I turn down the street adjacent to yours. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I won't lose my nerve. Tomorrow those lips will taste me. Tomorrow, you will know what it is to release your slut.