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(Out of) Control

By: teknight



dedicated to KathyJ, my inspiration for this little sordid tale

I'd like to thank the many people that have helped me, but especially to Allyourbase: a great editor and friend who pushed me to do this.

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Kay looked up from her computer screen, where she had been compiling data for her monthly presentation, because she felt like she was being watched. Glancing around the office she saw Steve avert his gaze, pretending to be busy with work. Ever since the previous month, when her office has signed him on as an intern, she'd caught him ogling her openly on more than one occasion. In truth, she was sort of responsible for that state of affairs: she was the one who had recommended him for the internship, and thus far, no one had complained about him, quite the contrary. This pleased her to an extent, as she had been somewhat reluctant to recommend her son's best friend for the opening. 

Steve had been her son's best friend for years, ever since they had joined the baseball team when they were both twelve. Over time, he'd come over to her house on numerous occasions; most visits had centered on the fact that her family had a large swimming pool in the backyard. It was there that she'd first noticed him staring at her. The intensity of the stares had grown as he'd matured. Back in the day she had dismissed his stares as the stares of a normal, horny young boy, but here he was, almost five years later, still staring at her. If anything, he'd grown more bold...

Since her concentration was broken, she used the opportunity to go grab a cup of coffee, and get away from the hum drum nature of the work she was doing. Fresh cup of coffee in hand, she paused for a second in front of a window to check out her reflection and straighten out her outfit. As she was complimenting herself over her new haircut, which had her auburn hair reaching down to her shoulders, and which had cost quite a pretty penny, the thought of Steve's stares popped into her head. She caught herself thinking about him and his piercing brown eyes more and more often nowadays. She had rationalized that she worked hard enough at the gym four times per week, so why not relish the attention. She smiled to herself before dismissing his horny stares and returning to work. Of course, there had been the one time when, in the file room, she'd had to squeeze past him. She was very busy and in a hurry, so she hadn't registered the event too well- her attention had been on the set of files she needed. But, had she felt his erection that day, pressing against her? Kay snapped out of her day dream. She wanted to get done with work early so she could plan and prepare for the upcoming weekend's pool party at her house. 

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Steve had been waiting impatiently for the weekend to arrive ever since his best friend had told him about it, not long after he'd started his internship. For him the internship was one of the best things that could have happened - the company was a good one, this job would enhance his resume and, more importantly, he'd figured, he could hang around Kay Jackson more. 

She had been his hot, wet dream for as long as he could recall being interested in girls. He'd always found her attractive, although he'd never considered why much. Maybe it was that he'd seen her virtually naked all those summers, as she paraded around her pool in her assorted bikinis, letting the sun (and whomever was present) lavish her with attention. Maybe it was a simple stereotypically cultural thing- Kay was a MILF and he wanted to fuck her. Maybe it was the taboo of her being his best friend's mom, almost like a second mom to himself, in a way. But none of that really mattered: he found her attractive and wanted to posses her. He'd dreamed of an opportunity to make a move, but, other than the one time when he'd legitimately had to squeeze past her in the file room. Her back had been towards him; she was looking for a binder and he'd made sure to press himself into her "on accident". That, however, was as close as he'd ever gotten to fulfilling his fantasy.. He'd engraved the memory of her firm ass pressed against his cock, but, he'd hoped for more by now. He wanted more. Kay had occupied a central place in his mind ever since he'd first seen her wearing a small string bikini out by the pool. Starting that day, which had ended with him cumming three times to thoughts of her filling out that hot bikini she had been wearing, she had been on his mind on a daily basis, if only when he was jerking off. However, he knew himself to be an optimist and figured that this party might be the right time for him to really make a move.

He arrived at Kay's house just as the third pitcher of margaritas was being served. It was a very hot day and the pitchers, being filled with ice, did look very appealing. Everybody seemed to be a little tipsy. Kay's husband appeared to have had a few too many already, which was understandable, since he was in charge of making the drinks. He found out that his best friend was probably gonna be AWOL all weekend as he'd said something about a "new girlfriend", a "boat" and a "lake" before he'd rushed out the door the previous day. This was news to Steve, but he silently wished his friend the best of luck on his quest. Would his friend return the favor, had he really been aware of the fact that Steve wanted to bang his mom? Probably not. Well, what Alex didn't know, wouldn't hurt him, Steve figured. Besides, they'd both lusted after mature women, even going so far as to make a pact to double team their high school biology teacher, Ms. Slimmerik. Nothing had ever come of that, but they'd talked a good game.

He smiled as he made his way towards Kay to say hello. As he got closer he noticed that she seemed slightly tipsy. She'd just gotten out of the pool and the figure hugging bikini looked vacuum-formed across her body. The water must have been cold as well, because her nipples were straining against the fabric. She welcomed him with a hug...which he thought lasted a bit too long. She then offered to get him a drink, as she was going to get one herself. Steve had an Evrika moment right then and there: perhaps the key to Kay lay in booze, and, as a college student, he knew all about plying girls with booze. He made sure that her glass was never empty after that point.

The party progressed at a fast clip, the sole marker of the time's passage being the flow of margaritas. A couple of hours later, Steve found that Kay had disappeared from the party. Maybe she'd wanted to escape the heat, and had gone inside the house. He noticed that everyone was pretty drunk by that point, a result of the heat and the booze mixing, whereas he had been judicious (for a change). He took stock of the situation and decided that it was the time to act. He followed Kay into the house, catching a glimpse of her as she headed up the stairs. Quickly he closed the gap, just as she was entering the spare bedroom. 

"Can I help you with anything, Kay?" he asked. He barely managed to contain his trembling voice. His desire had gotten hold of him, but perhaps he shouldn't force things yet. It wasn't the first time he'd used her first name, especially since they'd started working together. But this was different. He wanted to assert himself if he was going to make his move.

"Oh, Steve, you caught me. I was just trying to get out of the heat, and this room is the coolest one in the house," she replied.

He saw her gaze shift to the visible bulge in his shorts. A cheeky smile drifted across her face. 

"Anything I can help you with, Steve?", she said. He caught a hint of sarcasm, but he could see her staring at his growing crotch. 

"Kay, I've always been very attracted to you," Steve said as he drew to within a foot of her, "and you know it." 

His words made her blush, even as she nodded her agreement. She caught herself mid-nod: "But, I am old enough to be your mom. What...what would...Alex think? What would my husband think?" Her protest, however, came with no energy. She wasn't convinced, and she was not convincing him either.

"And, quite frankly, I want you. Here. And. Now. " His tone was very commanding, but he could see it soothed her at the same time. He had to take charge of the situation, before she'd slip through his fingers. Besides, the more time he spent thinking about K, the more he wanted to dominate her- to make her submit to him. Circumstances were forcing him to take charge. He moved closer, until he was sure he filled her entire field of vision. Steve's hand was stroking the outside of Kay's bikini bottoms. He could not believe his luck. His fantasy, what had become his damn near obsession, was about to become reality. 

As his fingers found her clit, he broke of the kiss just long enough to say "Kay, I need to fuck you, right now." 

The words struck her like a bag of bricks,and hearing him say it raised the tension for her.

"But, Steve, I'm married!" she protested even as her hands were fondling his tight ass. 

He silenced her criticism with another kiss, while his fingers pushed aside the thin wedge of material covering her crotch. When he touched her bare pussy, her core, Kay's desires reached a fever pitch. She had enough sense to tell him to wear a rubber and to point out the nightstand where she'd found a couple of condoms. Her brother had visited with his wife and they'd slept (and fucked) in this room. She lay down on the edge of the bed, and put the condom on herself, amazed at how his dick felt. 

She felt like a summer storm blowing at full force as his rubber covered cock entered her. The rush of the act, the scary knowledge that they might get caught any second, his domineering demeanor, the actual feel of him, all sweaty and tense, the smell of his after shave, they all combined to give her the best orgasm of her life, to date. Her body shook, as wave after wave of pleasure swept over her. At most she could focus on keeping her mouth tightly shut, so as not to scream out before she passed out from the sensation.

Once her lights came back on, Kathy noticed that Steve was still going; the condom was prolonging his experience, by dulling the sensation for him. However, even as her second orgasm was building, she was overcome by guilt. What if her husband decided to come looking for her? How long had she been gone? What would happen to their marriage? She screwed her eyes shut at the thought of her son catching her fucking his best friend...fucking him, faster, and at just the right angle to hit her G spot. The second orgasm washed over her, catching the breath in her throat. This time she felt Steve tense up from his own impending orgasm. She could almost feel the cum shooting out of his cock. For the briefest of moments it occurred to her that the condom might break, but the thought was washed away by the orgasmic pulse.

As Steve lay atop her for a moment, relishing the sensations of the act they'd committed, she nudged him to get moving, saying "We can't stay like this!" her voice full of urgency. He looked down at the condom, now in danger of falling off his shrinking penis. Kay followed his stare and she realized in horror that she'd have to dispose of this most incriminating evidence. 

The fear made her jump into action: she grabbed the condom off his penis, snapping it off with some malice. He'd just fucked her! She'd just been fucked by someone other than her husband, and that tiny act was all the revenge she could muster. She marvelled at the amount of cum that she was holding in the latex sheath, as she headed to the nearest bathroom to flush it down the toilet. She did hold on to it longer than necessary before dumping it. Its heft was calling to her, summoning something, a need she'd not felt in a long time. Hastily she cleaned up, trying to reach a respectable state. Once satisfied, she left the restroom, and found herself conflicted when she discovered he wasn't waiting for her. She put on a brave face and went back downstairs, but her disguise was unnecessary. The party hadn't stopped and everyone was even more drunk now than before. Someone handed her a full glass and she went on drinking.

Hours later, the party was winding down. Anticipating that she'd be coordinating sending people off, she'd reduced her alcohol intake a couple of hours earlier. Her husband wasn't really up for the task- he'd had too much to drink and was barely able to discern the guests as they were leaving. Her thoughts were a blur and she did all she could to not focus on what she'd done. When it was time for Steve to leave, he hugged the host, taking the opportunity to tell her that he couldn't wait to do it again. Maybe because her husband was there she didn't object, so as not to make a scene. This was what she'd tell herself from that night on, anytime she'd find herself facing the thought.

The next day was Sunday. Kay and her husband both slept in and not just to avoid confronting their hangovers as long as possible. It was their Sunday "tradition", only this time they had a very good excuse for it - they'd imbibed too much. Once they woke up, past two pm, they both got busy cleaning up after Hurricane Party. Between the cleaning and trying to keep her thoughts to a dull roar, Kay did her best not to give much thought to the previous day's transgressions. She went to bed early, exhausted and slept without dreams.

On Monday, she had to get to work early. Kay was not a morning person, so she always drove to work on auto, without being to aware of what was going on. Every once in awhile she'd marvel how she'd managed to get to work that particular day. Once she got in, she was slammed with work, so, once again she didn't have much time to think about it, until Steve showed up at her desk, seemingly out of nowhere. She found herself staring at his crotch, and, with that, it was as if she was hit by a mallet. Saturday's events rushed back at her with full force, so powerful that she gasped. Steve kept up a professional facade and handed her a manila folder with files for her to review and sign. Hidden under the first sheet was a handwritten note from him. She didn't notice til later, when she got done with the morning's workload.

"Kay, Saturday was the best sex I've ever had. Can't wait for more. I'll let you know when and where," the note said. His tone was fresh, just like it had been Saturday. If anything, with this note, he'd grown even more bold.

She had an easier time controlling herself as she read that note, but it left her feeling conflicted. A loud voice inside her protested the way he assumed he was in control, but, the more she thought about it, the more she realized that the idea was highly appealing. She'd never really thought of herself this way, as being...so submissive. Thinking the word made her shiver and it got her wet as well. She'd always looked down on loose women, but, suddenly, the thought of being a slut, turned her on...

She got lost in thought, until the ring of the phone snapped her out of it. It was her boss, and his detailed requests broke her train of thought for the moment. She found herself on autopilot for the rest of the day, although she did stash the piece of paper from Steve in her purse... A reckless act? Maybe, but, doing it had energized her. What was happening to her? She dreaded finding out, but knew she'd follow it to its conclusion. 

Out of Control



Min Aryan was known as a nymphomaniac. At age 23, she'd had sex with more men than she could remember. She currently worked as an x-rated film star and spent the majority of her time having hot, out-of-control with well-hung young men.

Min's greatest lover was Clint, her sexy dark-haired stud from Canada. Clint didn't mind Min's lustful appetites, in fact it lead to many kinky acts between the two. Their relationship was very relaxed. He allowed her countless lovers and didn't mind her porno-acting. In return, she gave him sexual freedom to pursue other women on the side. In fact, she wasn't even angry when she caught him laying carpet with the maid, while also entering the pretty, young woman from behind on the rolled-up length of carpet.

One afternoon, Min arrived home to her apartment she shared with Clint to find a note from him on the kitchen table. The note read: "Darling, I'll be out for the afternoon. I'll be home later this evening. Be hot and ready for me when I return. Love, Clint."

Min smiled, her nipples instantly hardening when images came to mind of Clint's exquisite lovemaking. He, like no other, knew ultimately how to please her. She decided to spend the remainder of the afternoon preparing for a night of delicious sex with her lover.

She slipped off her clothing. First, she pulled the white cotton blouse over her head. She wore no bra and noticed that her dark-pink, dusky nipples were taut and aroused. She ran soft, lazy fingertips over the peaks, sighing from the rush of pleasure it gave. Next, her red skirt came off, followed by her light-blue silk and lace panties. The dark patch of hair between her legs quivered as she padded across the floor toward the bathroom. A warm wetness between her thighs caught her attention, and she knew instantly she needed to cool down. A nice, long bath should do the trick.

Once inside the bathroom, Min ran cool water into the circular tub. She squeezed a large portion of bubble-bath under the spray and soon rich bubbles emerged within the bath. She then stepped into the tub, washcloth and razor in hand. She hummed a soft melody as she began to lather her body with a small piece of lilac-scented soap. A moan rose in her throat as she massaged the silky lather over her breasts. The nipples burned and tingled as she ran the wash cloth across the curves again and again. She slipped the wash cloth between her thighs, the cool fabric playing over the heated moisture there. Suddenly a wicked thought came to mind. Clint would have a great surprise when he returned home that night!

She raised herself up in the tub, so only her legs remained within the water, then she applied the soap to her pubic region, carefully saturating the curly patch. Then, very slowly, she began to glide the razor across the triangle of dark hair, watching as bare, smooth skin started to appear.

The razor seemed to sing as it glided again and again across the petal-soft flesh, removing every tiny dark hair above Min's moist snatch. It was at that very moment that she realized how wet she was. Beads of pearly moisture were slowly emerging from the heated pink lips of her vagina. She wet a finger in her mouth and inserted it deeply in her well-lubricated crevice. A strangled moan left her lips as she embedded her finger to the hilt. Her loins burned with pleasurable tingles as she slid the finger in and out again and again and again. Ohhh, God, how she longed to cum, and cum hard!

Her eyes come to rest on the cylindrical bottle which contained strawberry-scented bubble bath. *It's just the right size and shaped like a huge cock,* she thought to herself, so many lustful visions coming to mind.

Min stopped fingering her shaved genitals only long enough to grasp the half-filled container of scented bubble bath. Once in hand, she inserted the red tip of the cap into her gushing pink slit. "Ooooo," she moaned, as she stretched to accomidate more of the thick, dick-shaped bottle. She licked her lips passionately as her snatch accepted the entire length of the hard object.

With deep, quick thrusts, she rocked the bottle of bubble bath to and fro inside her juicy vagina. Her nipples were tingling and rock-hard as an orgasm built-up within her. "God, I want to CUMMMM!" she groaned, as she rammed the container deep, deep inside.

Instantly, a wild orgasm ripped through her body, leaving her limp and satisfied. She slipped slowly down in the lukewarm water, tenderly caressing her breasts and tummy with the damp wash cloth. Her nipples remained taut with thrilling sensation as the after effects of the orgasm slowly seeped away.

"Ohhh, Clint...." she whimpered, as the water lapped at her vaginal opening. "I am still hungry for you."

She stood in the bath, wrapping a fluffy towel around her middle. She dried her body and applied a soft sheen of sweet-smelling perfume to her skin. She then left the bathroom and padded into the bedroom. She pulled back the covers and lay down on the dark-blue silk sheets. She located a small container of strawberry-flavored lip gloss upon the nightstand and loving applied it to the engorged lips of her hairless vagina. "A small feast for my man," she thought. "What a surprise he will have!"

She slipped into a sexy, see-thru purple negligee trimmed in black lace and having a wide open crotch for easy access. Her attire was something which was totally new. She had been saving it for a wild night such as this with Clint. 

She opened her bedside copy of "Hot Female Fantasies," a collection of erotic stories which had the capacity to put her in the mood for further sexual passions. "Ooooo," this looks good as she flipped to a page describing sex on horseback....... 



Out of Control



I am a young guy in my 20s and had a mind blowing experience last year that I've wanted to write about for a while. I was bored at home one day, browsing the internet and looking at some adult personal ads when one of them caught my attention. 

The ad went along these lines:

"Attractive, busty professional woman in late 30s seeks a discrete man to help her live out a sexual fantasy. Please contact me for further details - must be clean, in good shape and discretion is vital. West Mids."

I had never replied to any of these ads before and wasn't even very sexually experienced but was intrigued to learn more. I was just masturbating a lot and hadn't had any sex in a while. So I sent her a polite email saying that I had seen her ad, saying where I lived and that I might be interested. I didn't really expect to hear anything back and half wondered if it was a hoax or even serious. However she replied back, and we exchanged a couple of brief emails before she explained what she wanted: 

"I will tell you more about what I want, and if you are still interested and serious, then please reply.

About me: I work as a very successful lawyer in a top firm. I am in a high managerial position and everyday men defer to me. I am single and go to the gym several times a week and I am very fit. I have long, naturally blonde hair, am 5'10", I have curves with large breasts and long legs. Men's eyes follow me wherever I go, but I don't want to get involved with anyone. I've not had sex for several years and I am constantly thinking about sex. I have a big collection of sex toys. However they are not getting me off any more and I need to be fucked by a man. I want to be fucked by a stranger as a one-off situation, and I don't want a relationship. However I want to control the experience, I don't want to pick up someone in a bar that could cause me problems. This is where you come in.

I want you to remain a stranger. I want to see a photo of you from your neck down (I don't want to see your face yet) and I want you to be naked except your underwear. I don't want to see your cock until you are with me. I will need you to sign a legal contract, binding you to do exactly as I request. If you don't do so, I will ruin your life and have you arrested for sexual assault. I will require you to go to a private sexual health clinic twice to get checked out for any disease so you do not have to wear a condom. I will pay for these checks and the results will be sent to me.

This is my fantasy: I have left my office and it is my lunch break. I am walking through the town centre to my house which is about 15 mins walk away to get some lunch. I will wear a business suit with no underwear. As I walk past, you will follow me. You will recognise me as I will be wearing a certain item of clothing and I will tell you where and when to wait. You will follow me home at a discrete distance. When I get home I will go upstairs and kneel on the edge of the bed on all fours. I will move my skirt up to reveal my bare bottom. I will be facing a mirrored wardrobe so will be able to watch you as you come upstairs. I will leave the door open and I want you to come upstairs a couple of minutes after I do. I want you to be wearing smart trousers and a shirt. Do not wear any underwear. Do not speak. In the hallway outside the bedroom, I want you to pause and take our your cock and balls through the fly of your trousers. I want you to leave the rest of your clothes on. Then I want you to fuck me. Fuck me like an animal from behind. Think of your own pleasure. Be rough. You can touch me all over but I want to remain on all fours watching you in the mirror. When you have come inside me or over me - it's your choice, I want you to leave the bedroom and house, and I do not want to hear from you again (unless I contact you).

I want to go to work on that morning, knowing that a stranger will follow me home at lunchtime and fuck my brains out. I will enjoy the anticipation of walking home, knowing that I am being followed. I will enjoy feeling my cunt grow wet as I walk, knowing what is coming.

So, if you are interested, I will have to know that you are discrete, you are healthy, and you can fuck me with a hard cock. In return you will have a free fuck with a powerful woman, and feel free to give it to me as you want to."

As I read this, I grew hard. I couldn't believe what she was asking - a total stranger - to fuck her and then leave. I wondered if I could do it - if I could go through with it. My heart was thumping in my chest even now. But I knew I had to take this chance. I emailed her back and before I knew it, I had signed a comprehensive legal document, sent her my picture (minus my head) and been for a couple of checkups at a very expensive private hospital. 

I then received an email from the woman saying that I was healthy and we set a date and time to meet. She said that she would be wearing a grey business suit with her blonde hair pinned up, but she would have a bright red scarf around her neck. I arranged to stand by a particular bank on a corner and wait for her to walk past at the allotted time.

As I got dressed on the morning of the meeting, I found my fingers shaking as I did up my buttons. I was incredibly turned on and nervous at the same time. I felt my cock move around freely inside my trousers, and wondered how I would be able to walk with a huge erection tenting my trousers. 

I am very well endowed - my cock is thick and long, and when hard, the head of my cock swells up to a considerable size. One of my ex-girlfriends had told me it looked like a plum, swollen, the skin taut and purple. I also get very strong erections and my cock stands up strongly. I have big balls that hung down heavily beneath my cock. My cumshots are large and go a long way. I did hope that my size wasn't to be a problem for her - some of my ex-girlfriends had simply not been able to take the size of my cock inside them. I had sent this woman a picture of myself in underwear, my flaccid cock and balls presenting a fat, ominous package inside, so she must have an idea of what to expect.

Later as instructed, I waited by the bank. It was five minutes before 1pm. I wondered what she would look like - I hoped she would be as attractive as she made out. My heart thumped in my chest, and my cock rubbed the inside of my thigh as I moved. I hadn't masturbated for a week - another request that she had made - she said that she wanted me to be as hard as a rock and desperate to fuck her. I was slightly worried about cumming immediately, but hopefully I would be able to hold out for a little while.

I checked my watch again to see that it was now 1pm, and I saw her approaching. She was looking straight ahead down the street, and wore an elegant grey business suit with a red scarf tossed around her neck. Immediately I could see that she was way out of my usual league, a rich and powerful woman with expensive clothes. She was tall and slender, but with real curves, her hips curved out and her chest looked full. She had clear blue eyes and full lips, and she wore high heels. My cock twitched as if it wanted to follow her. I waited for about 30 seconds then followed. I couldn't believe it was happening. I thought of her walking along there without underwear, thinking of what was about to happen, and imagined how wet she would be by the time we got to her house.

My cock started to swell and I crossed my hands in front of my crotch as I walked, sure that everyone could see that I was getting hard. The street was quite busy and as I walked past a few women, I could sense a few curious glances towards my crotch. I glanced down and it was clearly sticking out towards my thigh, the big mushroom head taking shape against the thin fabric of my trousers. It was still pointing down though and I placed my hand over it, held it against my leg as I walked. I could see the woman in the distance, and hear her heels clattering against the pavement.

I followed her, my cock trying to grow against my thigh as I imagined her on all fours, her pussy held up. I wasn't sure I could control myself to take it slowly, but I guess that she had engineered it so my sexual needs would be so urgent that I would fuck her hard and fast. The crowds started to thin as we left the main town centre and went along side streets. In all this time, she hadn't looked back once. She wanted to wait until she was helpless until she looked at who was about to fuck her. 

Then she slowed down and turned into through a gate, with a sly sidewards glance to check that she was being followed. I waited until she went through the door before I came up to the house. It looked classy, expensive and it was private. I took a deep breath and went through the gate and opened the front door. My heart was really pounding now. As instructed I shut the door loudly and counted to 20 and then slowly started climbing the stairs. I reached the top and went onto the hallway, and paused. I could hear her breathing in the next room - deep, excited breaths. I freed my cock from my trouser leg, and undid my flies. I then took my cock and balls out through the flies. My cock was rock hard in a matter of seconds and stood huge above my almost painfully heavy balls. It actually looked bigger than I had ever seen it, with no release for a long week and teased with slow anticipation. I walked to the bedroom door and walked though it.

I took in an involuntary gasp. She was kneeling a large bed, her shirt around her hips and her bare arse high in the air. She was looking at me in the mirror, her eyes widening when she saw my long, hard cock with its huge swollen purple head. She started to pant and I saw a look of primal, hungry desire. A little moan escaped her lips and with one hand she released her blonde hair from its grip. It fell down over her shoulders, lush, shining. I wanted to smell it, to touch her. 

I gasped again when I saw her pussy. She had thick, swollen pussy lips and her thighs were glistening with her juices. I felt such desire and lust at this moment. I wanted to stick my cock right in there but wanted to savour the moment first. I knelt down and held her arse cheeks, and then licked her juices from her thighs. She tasted sweet, salty, and the taste made my cock swell even more. I put my face next to her pussy lips and took her lips in my mouth in one mouthful, and sucked hard. Her body shook and I saw her hand move to between her legs and start to rub her clit, next to a small patch of blond pubic hair. Her clit was fat and pink, and I wanted to suck it too but instead thrust my tongue deep into her pussy, and tasted how hot she tasted. I couldn't wait any more though, I was so hard for her.

I stood up and took my cock in my hand. She watched me in the mirror, her fingers rubbing her clit between her legs and her mouth open and panting. I pulled my cock down and rubbed it against her lips, rubbed it up and down. She took in a sharp breath and said "put it in" in a hoarse thick voice. I looked straight into her eyes and started to push the huge cock head inside. Despite how wet she was, it met with some resistance as my cock head began to stretch the entrance to her pussy. I withdrew it and then pushed again, pushing my hips into her. It then popped in, and her pussy made a wet pop as it started to slide inside. She breathed out and said "oh god" as I started to push deeper inside her. I then started to thrust more quickly, and with each thrust my cock sank in a bit deeper. She was so tight and so wet that I knew that this wasn't going to last long. 

About half of my length was now inside her and she was panting away and rubbing her clit furiously. I reached around and grabbed her tits and tried to undo her shirt. I fumbled with the buttons, then remembered that she had wanted me to fuck her like an animal, so I ripped her shirt open. Her eyes widened and she gasped again and her hand moved and grabbed my balls and squeezed them. I pulled her tits out of her bra - they were full, heavy and I squeezed these roughly. She had big fat nipples that responded quickly when I pinched them. They grew hard and raised up and I rubbed and pinched these as I continued to thrust inside her. My cock was now about 3/4 of the way inside her. Then something took over me, an animal urge and I began fucking her furiously and with an urge that I had never felt before. With a big thrust, my entire cock slipped inside her and she shouted "fuck, fuck, fuck" over and over again as I began fucking her furiously, wildly, my hips bucking back and forth, my fingers pinching her fat, hard nipples, and with one hand I reach down to grab her hand that was rubbing in her clit. She then began to shake and moan and started to cum, her entire body tensing up, her pussy beginning to contract around my pistoning cock. She moaned and started making small cries and yelps as she came. I felt my balls grow wet with her cum.

I felt I was about to cum as well, her tight contractions around the huge head of my cock driving me to the edge. I grabbed her hips and increased my speed until I was fucking her without mercy, all my thoughts on my own pleasure. I watched her face in the mirror, her eyes almost black with arousal, her face pink, her mouth open in a perfect circle. I kept my eyes on hers as I began to cum. I buried my cock deep inside her as the first pulses seized me, with an almost unbearable intensity. I pulled out and watched as my jets of cum began to fly out of my cock. They hit the mirror, and covered her hair and her clothes. I felt the intensity in my whole body, with such a release. I thought I would cum forever, as my cock fired heavy jet after jet of thick white cum over her body. I then stuck my cock back inside her to finish cumming, the last few spurts filling her wet pussy. I realized that I was holding her hips tightly, my fingers rigid around her soft skin, holding her to me. I waited until my cock started to lilt before withdrawing it, the fat head covered in both our cum. I looked up to see her stick her tongue out and taste my cum as it hung from her lip, her eyes still fixed on mine. 

My legs felt like jelly but I managed to zip myself up and took a lingering look at her before I walked out the bedroom. Her suit was covered in ropes of cum, and her hair and face were also covered. Cum ran down her engorged pussy lips. She just looked at me with her mouth open, breathing heavily. 

I walked out as I had agreed to do after I had cum, and walked into the street in a daze. I realized that the front of my trousers were covered in her juices, slick and warm. I tasted her again as I walked down the street, and my cock started to rise again in my trousers. 

A week later I heard from her again with another proposition. To be continued...



Out of Control



Rob and I had been emailing each other, having phonesex and meeting each other for quite a while. However the meets had only been a handful of times, usually months apart. The last time I had been round to his was early one Saturday morning when I found myself on top of him and my cock pressed against him. And loving it. 

Unusually we were able to meet up again just a few days later. When he let me into his place he led me into the front room. His television was on. On the screen were two men having sex. He stood behind me and grabbed my cock through my trousers, holding the swollen shaft tightly in his hand. 

There was no uncertainty about our meetings any more. He appreciated that I was horny as hell. 

He let me watch the screen for a while, his hand gripping my cock as I saw one man penetrate the other. 

"You want to do that, don't you, you dirty fucker," he whispered, his lips touching my ear as he spoke. 

It was all I could do to nod my head. 

"One day, you are going to tell me that you want to fuck me," he told me. There was something about him talking to me like that which thrilled me. 

"Now get on your knees and suck my cock," he ordered. 

So I did. I sank to my knees and undid his jeans. His cock was bulging in his tight, white underwear and I pulled the front of them down so it could fall forwards. I kissed it, kissing the tip, before I opened wide and let my mouth close around it. This was becoming all very familiar to me now. The taste and the sensation of him in my mouth yet it still caused me to become overwhelmed with pleasure. 

After I had been happily sucking his cock for a good while he told me to get up and sit down on the sofa. I did as I was told, sitting there fully clothed as the porno continued to play on the screen behind Rob. He took his jeans and underwear off and put one leg on the arm of the sofa next to me. Grabbing my head he impaled my face on to his cock. 

More violently than ever before he began to fuck my face as he stood before me. His cock was buried deep in my mouth. He was muttering "fuck, that feels good" to himself as he rammed his cock into me. Just as I was beginning to worry that the force of his thrusts was going to leave some bruising on my lips he pulled his cock from my mouth and sat on the sofa. 

He held his own cock upright and smiled at me. I slid off the sofa, on to my knees, and he stretched out to lie along the length of it. Immediately his cock was back in my mouth. I turned my head so I could look up at his face as his cock was in my mouth. We made eye contact. Looking directly into his eyes I sucked his cock and then let it fall from my mouth as I licked the end. 

"Undo your trousers," he commanded me. 

I undid the button and the zip so I could pull my trousers and underpants down in one go. All whilst I still continued to give him a blow job. 

"Stick your bum in the air," he ordered.

I have never liked being told what to do during sex. Before now. This was so erotic. He had his cock in my mouth and I was willing to do just about anything. And he knew it. So I thrust my arse upwards as I kissed, licked and sucked his cock. 

His hand caressed my bottom, tracing his fingers delicately across my cheeks. He then grabbed a handful of flesh and squeezed it. I responded by moaning a little with his cock still in my mouth. Then he slapped me. Out of nowhere he slapped my arse. And I just redoubled my efforts in giving him oral. 

"You like that, don't you, you cocksucker," he said. I moaned in response. 

"Make me cum," he said. And there I had my orders. I was not going to let him down. 

With his hand roughly squeezing my bum I bobbed my head up and down on his cock until I heard him groan, felt his legs stiffen and then felt the now familiar sensation of his cock twitch as he came in my mouth. I swallowed what I could then let the rest dribble down his cock as he slid from my lips. 

Then my phone rang. 

I leapt up, pulled my trousers and underwear up, and grabbed my phone. It was work. Quickly I stepped outside his front door and made some excuse for where I was. 

When I returned to the front room, Rob was dressed and the porn had been replaced by afternoon television. But the thing was my excuse had got me out of work for the whole afternoon. And I was still horny as hell.

"Take me to bed, Rob," I said before heading to his bedroom without waiting for an answer. 

By the time he followed me I was already stripped naked and waiting for him beneath his duvet. He slid next to me and kissed me. His hand found my achingly hard cock and he encircled the shaft with his fingers. 

The whole experience on the sofa had me close to orgasm already. He expertly manipulated my cock, stroking it, twisting my shaft in his hand and touching the sensitive tip. I was so wet and so hard. I sank back down on the bed and he followed me. One hand was on the back of my head, pressing my mouth to him as we kissed, the other was still in my groin, wanking my cock. 

Suddenly I felt the wave of orgasm coursing through my body as I spunked. The cum flew up and landed all over my stomach and his fist. He milked the last few drops from my shaft then rolled to lie on his back. 

As I caught my breath I looked at him. His tanned body and his soft penis. Something occurred to me that I had always wanted to do. I lent over and took his soft dick in my mouth. His hand gently stroked the back of my head as I felt him grow inside me. Having a hard cock in your mouth was so exciting, feeling a cock grow from soft to hard as you suckled it was magnificent. 

Once more I moved so I was kneeling between his open legs. My mouth still tenderly sucking his glorious erection. 

"Oh fuck Jay," he said, "lick my fucking balls."

Only too happy to oblige I replaced my mouth with my hand on his cock and travelled lower. My tongue began tracing excited circles all over his balls. It was obvious he was enjoying the sensation. His knees got further apart, inviting me onwards. 

My mouth opened and allowed his balls to fall into my mouth. I sucked gently on them, all the time maintaining a steady rhythm as I masturbated him. I licked all around the base of his shaft, his balls and underneath his sac. His hips started lift off the bed. 

"That's it" he groaned as my tongue travelled on. 

"That's it, lick my hole you dirty cocksucker," he said as I realised that I was allowing my tongue to lick way beyond his balls. I was licking his arse. My tongue was right there, licking his hole. I was so overcome by lust, I was so out of control I was rimming him without thought. 

Once again he shot his load. This time though he shot it as my hand wanked him and my tongue teased him. After he had finished cumming I kissed him, my tongue in his mouth, this time with a new taste on the tip of it. 

For the second time in just a few days I was shocked at the thoughts that were in my mind as I drove home.



Out of Control



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There are scenes of unprotected sex in this story, but it is between two consenting adults in a committed relationship. A condom is always advised when having sex with your partner :)

A special shoutout to my best friends turned beta readers: June, Jacques, Jesse and Neapolle. If there are mistakes on the grammar blame it on them :D

Comments are highly appreciated. Enjoy reading guys ^^ - red

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"LAST SIXTY SECONDS! Fifty-five, fifty-three in favor of the Lions."

I was barely able to hear the announcer's voice over the roar of the crowd around the basketball court. The enemy's supporters were yelling at their team to defend, they were leading after all, but there's still a minute left, and the ball was in our possession.

So much could happen in such a little time.

Jeremy, our point guard, looked at me for a split second, then dribbled the ball back to our side of the court towards our forward Miggy, who was positioned near the free-throw area. Three of the enemy team's players were around Miggy, making sure he wouldn't be able to take a successful shot. Meanwhile I was running towards the outer edges of the shooting area, the enemy team not paying attention to what I was doing. Jeremy feigned throwing the ball to Miggy, then at a split second passed it to me. Without giving the enemy the time to react, I aimed at the basket, praying for this shot to get in. I threw.

The ball made a perfect thunk as it entered right in the middle of the hoop. Our crowd cheered.

"THREE POINTS FROM NUMBER 15. Fifty-six, fifty-five in favor of the Falcons. Last 20 seconds!"

I looked at the direction of the cheering crowd, searching for somebody in particular. It didn't take long to find him. Our school's dominant color was yellow, but he texted me before the game that he would be wearing a neon orange shirt, just like the color of my shoes. He sat there, waving his little flags, his smile even brighter than the shirt he was wearing. He looked at me with such pride that I couldn't help but feel elated for having made the winning shot, when all of a sudden his expression turned into that of panic. I looked at the direction he was facing. The crowd was deafeningly silent.

Mike from the Lions had snatched the ball from our team's hands, then sprinted all the way to their side of the court. He stopped right inside the two-point field goal area, then shot the ball. The whole time I was on the other end of the court, chasing him would have been pointless. I could only offer a silent prayer to all gods that were listening to make the shot miss.

The basketball made its descent, still aimed towards the ring. Don'tshootdon'tshootdon'tshoot, I chanted in my head over and over again.

The gods didn't listen.

"HE SHOOTS! Fifty-seven for the Lions. LAST EIGHT SECONDS."

My team made a desperate rebound, but I knew it was pointless. The ball couldn't make it in time.

"FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!"

The buzzer blared, amplifying the uproar of the crowd. All of a sudden the court was full of people and I felt the adrenaline from the game leave me. All I wanted was to go home, but we had to shake the hands of the winners first. Our coach would kill us if we didn't. Mike approached me first, his face clearly goading. Mike was the point guard of the Lions, their captain and star player, and everyone in the university knew of our rivalry. Clearly this was a victory in his part and knowing him he wouldn't hesitate to rub it in my face.

"Well played bro," he said. "It's too bad your team couldn't block that last shot of mine," he added with a sneer, offering his hand. If nobody else was around I could've caught his hand in a vice grip and broke his arm, but many people were looking at us, wanting to know how I would respond to being defeated by my rival.

Seeing as I had no choice but to do the sportsmanlike action, I took his hand and congratulated him, but my smile could not reach my eyes no matter how hard I tried. The rest of the team followed, and the same bland congratulations was all that I could give. I was frustrated, and there was only one person I wanted to see.

I approached the bench where my bag was, scanning the crowd for him. Thinking that he was waiting for me outside, I took my bag and started for the exit. I was almost out of the gym when someone from behind grabbed my arm. I looked back and saw MIggy.

"Chris, coach wants to talk to the team," he said. I slump my shoulders, I planned on going away as soon as possible so that I may not be there when Coach talks to us. Miggy saw the expression in my face and tugged my arm.

"Come on, you're the Captain, you have to be there," Miggy insisted.

I sighed, then followed him to where the rest of the team was. I checked my phone to see if I received a text message from anyone, but there were none. I was starting to get irritated, where was he? I looked around and was only interrupted from my search by Coach asking us to sit down.

At twenty-six years old Coach was older than us by only six years, but he had been the star of our college's basketball team during his time, bringing our college to four consecutive championships during his four years in undergraduate. He had a very expressive face, not making it hard to determine what he felt with our performance. Right now he was clearly disappointed.

"Twenty seconds," he said softly, "you were already celebrating your victory when there were still twenty seconds to the game. Mike was practically walking underneath your noses while you were all busy cheering, all the while forgetting that there was still a game going on!"

Despite the increasing volume of his voice, I wasn't able to listen much to the rest of what the coach said. I was angry at myself, for being distracted and allowing the enemy free reign of the ball. My frustration was eating me up from inside, like a monster slowly making its way out. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, hoping it would help. Coach noticed me.

"Chris, is everything alright there?" he asked, his face concerned. The rest of the team looked at me in sympathy.

I shook my head, "Not really, I just want to go home," I replied.

Coach considered me for a moment, then nodded, "Very well, let's wrap this up for now. There's no point crying over spilled milk. But rest assured I won't be tolerating the same mistake in the future. You all did your best, and despite our loss you still gave the enemy a good fight."

Coach waved us off, and we each went our separate ways. The gymnasium was mostly empty now, with only a few people taking pictures and talking of the game. I made my way to my car, which was parked a bit far away from the gym. I had a difficult time finding a parking spot before the game, as the parking lot was packed.

Despite my conscious effort to clear my head, the last minute of the game keeps replaying on my mind, along with the image of Mike sneering and the gloating look in his eyes. My frustration wouldn't go away. I needed release. I checked my phone once more, still no message from him. I was getting angry.

A rustle of footsteps made me look up. He was there.

Johan. He had on a white shirt now, smiling at me. I wanted to yell at him, tell him that I had been looking for him and ask him why he couldn't even send a single text message. But I was beyond control of words now, and the monster inside me has already come out, seeking to be satiated.

I lunged at him, attacking his mouth with my own. This took him by surprise, and he whimpered as I pressed myself on him, his back against the car. I wrapped my left arm around him and pulled him closer as my right arm grabbed the car keys from my pocket. I pulled him away as I opened the door of the backseat, our lips still not breaking contact. I pushed him to the backseat, then went in and closed the door.

I tugged his arm and half-carried, half-pulled his legs, forcing him to sit on my lap, his legs around my waist. I pressed our lips together once more, my tongue seeking entrance to his lips. He resisted for a moment, but I pinched his nipples through the fabric of his shirt and he let out a loud gasp. My tongue explored his mouth as my hand touched all parts of him that I could reach. My hips ground against him, and I was sure he could feel the hardness in my groin.

I pulled back from our kiss, and saw his lips were swollen and bruised. His gray eyes were dilated in lust, and his hair, usually coiffed, was now a mess. The sight of him so ravaged made me growl with desire. I was out of control now. I pulled off his shirt, my mouth licking and biting his nipples as soon as they were exposed. He was trying his best not to make a sound, but our ragged breaths filled the car. It was cramped inside the car, but this wasn't new to us, having done this a lot of times before. I pulled his shorts down and saw the bulge in his boxers, wet from excitement. I pulled his boxers off too, and threw them beside us. He was entirely naked now, his cock demanding attention. I traced his lean torso, his flat stomach. I could do everything I wanted with him and he knew it.

He raised himself a little as I pulled my shorts and underwear down, freeing my cock from their confinements. My cock rubbed against the crack of his ass, leaking precum as I searched my bag for a bottle of lube I always carry around with me. I looked at him once more, giving him a chance to say no, but his eyes were unfocused with desire. I squirted a generous amount of lube into my fingers, and applied them to his hole.

I put one finger inside his ass, kissing him to mask the groans of pleasure coming from his mouth. It wasn't hard for him to open up, as we fucked earlier that morning before I went to the game. He wanted to say something, but I was sucking at his lips. I pulled my mouth from him.

"Just fuck me already!" he growled.

I lubed my cock, and in one swift motion I impaled him with my entire length. He moaned, and I froze, fearing that someone could have heard us.

I grabbed his shirt and stuffed it in his mouth, "This will shut you up little whore."

Johan's groans and moans were muffled as I pounded into him, my mouth biting and sucking at his nipples, my right hand pumping his cock. This was something entirely in my control. I was a wild predator devouring its prey. I was not making love to Johan, I was fucking him.

We were in too deep that I haven't noticed that Johan has spit out his shirt, his groans now increasing in volume while I pumped his cock. His breath became more ragged and his ass clenched on my cock tighter, causing shivers of pleasure flow through my entire body, signaling that he was getting close. I pumped faster. Moments later jets of cum flew out of his cock and splattered all over my chest and my face. I opened my mouth to catch a few of them.

Johan collapsed on me, his cock now starting to soften in my hand, but I wasn't done yet. We kissed once more, sharing his cum in our mouths as I slid my cock in and out of his hole. He met my every thrust, and it wasn't long before I felt the churning in my balls. I quickened my pace, my arms tight around Johan's chest. I came inside him with a groan.

We lay there for a few moments, me sitting on the middle of the backseat, him still straddling on my hips, trying to catch our breaths. I got my towel from our bag and we cleaned up our mess. We put our clothes back on in silence. My thirst was sated, my frustration decreased, but something else started to stir inside me.

"Are you gonna drive me home?" Johan asked.

"My parents won't be home for tonight, do you want to stay with me? I can't stand being alone tonight," I told him, almost imploringly. He looked at me and smiled.

"Of course," he answered, then took the car keys from my hand, "I'll drive, you look tired."

I argued at first, but he insisted until I had to give in. We were silent on the drive home, guilt starting to overwhelm me as I thought of how I treated him earlier.

"I'm sorry," I said. He raised his eyebrow.

"For what?" he asked.

"For what I did earlier. I shouldn't have forced myself on you."

He rolled his eyes. "Forced? There must be something terribly wrong with your memory if you can't remember that I willingly gave in to you the whole time," he said almost laughingly, "besides I love it when you get rough."

I still wasn't convinced, mentally castigating myself for losing control. Johan, probably sensing my fix, pulled over the side of the road. He lifted my chin up so that we were face to face, his other hand holding my own.

"Look Chris," he began, "you had a bad day, and I know how it feels to have something almost in your hands, only to be taken away at the last instant. But I made a promise to you before that you have me no matter what, and here I am. I enjoyed, screw that, thrived at the thrill of what we did earlier, and I wouldn't mind doing it again and again. I know you love me and wouldn't do anything to hurt me."

I looked at him the whole time he was saying this, the streetlights lighting him up in an angle that showed his gray eyes full of sincerity and love, his face filled with compassion. He pulled me close into a hug, and that's where I broke down.

I released all my pent up sadness and frustration in his arms, tears flowing nonstop from my eyes. He pulled me tighter, giving me the support I badly needed that time. I don't know how long we stayed in that position by the side of the road. Minutes, probably more than an hour later I stopped crying. Johan looked me in the eyes once more.

"Feel better now?" he asked.

"Yes," I answered, which was true.

"Good, because I can't wait to go home and change out of this wet shirt. You do cry like a water cannon," he teased.

I playfully punched him in the arm, and we laughed. He started the car, and we headed for home.

We arrived a few minutes later. I waited for him at the front door as Johan parked the car. As he approached the light from our porch showed the bruised in his neck from how I held them earlier in the car, making me cringe in guilt. He saw my expression and sighed in exasperation.

"You big baby, I told you I'm fine," he said, rubbing his neck, "and it's hot when you mark me like this. Makes the world know I'm yours."

"I love you," I said, grabbing his body close for a hug.

"I love you too," he whispered in my ear. Then he inhaled deeply.

"God, I love your smell after a game, but I'm not going to bed with you unless you shower," he said.

"Well," I purred into his ear, "I'm not going into the shower unless you're coming with me."

He pretended to think it over, "Fine, but no funny business," he warned.

I raised my hands in mock resignation, "No funny business." He laughed.

We went inside the house, then proceeded to the shower after dumping our stuff in my room. We were alone at home, my parents at a relative's house and wouldn't be home until the next day.

We stepped into the shower, the water rinsing us of the dirt and grime of the day. Johan soaped me first, taking his time with my chest and my abs, brought by many years in active play. He kneaded the muscles at my back and around my neck. His hands all over my body and his naked body ensured that I had a boner the whole time he was soaping me, but he ignored my cock. He knelt to soap my legs, his face so close to my length that I can feel his breath over the tip of my cock, but he didn't even touch it. He was teasing me. I pulled him up and took the soap from him.

"Your turn," I said. Revenge time.

I started on his pectorals, making sure to deliberately brush his nipples. My touch and the warm water turned them into hard stubs in seconds. Then I lowered my hands to his abs. Johan had an amazing body. He was part of our university's PEP squad, and that's where I first met him two years ago. We were having a practice basketball game at the gym and the PEP squad was also there, practicing their routines. The squad was then trying to find out who among the girls would be lifted for stunts, and Johan was among the boys who were in the middle of the human pyramid, so they have to be graceful enough to do stunts while lifted yet also strong enough to lift other people.

I was distracted during that practice, seeing the way his muscles flexed as he lifted a girl and the fluidity of his dance routines back in the ground. He was so sexy and I wanted him. Fate made us meet again once more a month later. I was making my way towards the gym for our weekly practice, and I was running late, fearing Coach's punishment for tardiness. When I arrived in the gym I noticed it was empty. I checked my phone and found out that our practice was moved to another court. I cursed out loud.

"They should announce it months before to the whole student body if they wish to renovate the gym, it tends to disrupt some carefully made plans," I heard someone say from behind me. I looked back and saw him, wearing an oversized shirt and some sweatpants. Despite that he still looked hot. Warmth rushed through my body, rendering me speechless. Speak dumbass! I scolded myself.

I must have looked stupid there looking at him. He laughed.

"I'm sorry for taking you by surprise. We were supposed to have a rehearsal today here in the gym for our contest tomorrow, but the university's been kind enough not to inform us so we have to look for another place to practice. Bugger," he went on.

"Ugh, yeah," I responded (Finally!), "and now I'm late for my practice. I'm dead." Yes, a sentence!

"You're from the basketball team right? I've seen how your coach would run you to the point of collapse for every mistake."

"Don't remind me," I said. I offered my hand, "I'm Chris, by the way."

"I'm Johan, and yes I know you," he smiled, "who doesn't know the best rookie in the Falcon's basketball team? I've seen all your games and you were great! I'm a big fan."

"I'm not the best, but I'm working on it" I replied modestly, but inside I was reeling, He's been to all my games!

His phone beeped. "Look," he began after reading the message," I have to go. It was nice finally getting to meet you Chris."

I hated for this meeting to end, but I also had to go. I decided to take a chance.

"Hey, can I get your number? I would love to hang out with you sometime," I said.

The smile on his face suggested that it was a good idea. "Sure!"

We traded numbers, and I texted him that night. The rest was history.

I was interrupted from my reverie by Johan's arms on my shoulders.

"I appreciate you worshipping my hot body, but unless you wish to turn us into prunes we have to get out of the shower soon," he snickered.

"Sorry, just distracted," I said. I wasn't finished teasing him, however. I turned him around so I was facing his back, and I knelt down and soaped his buttocks. I kneaded the tight muscles there, appreciating the round globes. Then I spread the cheeks apart, exposing his pink hole. I traced my fingers along the crack, pausing a bit at the hole, earning me a shudder from him. I did this again and again, and when I finally felt satisfied that he was as aroused as me, I stood up and rinsed us off. After drying ourselves I took his hand and led him to bed.

Johan laid down on the bed, his legs apart, inviting me to join him. I stood at the edge of the bed looking at his submissive pose, until now amazed at how someone can willingly give himself to me. I climbed on top of him and positioned myself between his legs, grinding our erections together. Johan's eyes were half-lidded with desire, his mouth enticingly open. Unlike the wild, uncontrolled fuck we had in the car earlier, we're going to make love tonight.

I fell on top of him and kissed his lips, still a little swollen from my earlier ravishing. Our cocks are leaking precum now as they rubbed against each other. I licked along his chin, then gave his neck a playful bite. Then slowly I moved to his chest, kissing my way down to his abs, then to the treasure trail leading to his cock. I held his dripping cock with my hand.




Out of Control



"Suck me baby," Johan pleaded.

I did not need to be told twice. I licked at the precum on his cock, taking in his familiar bittersweet taste, then I took him in my mouth. I sucked at his cock while my hands roamed to his chest. I pinched his nipples, causing him to moan. This time I didn't care if we got too loud, we had the house all to ourselves and we can make whatever noise we want.

I let go of his cock and moved to his balls, sucking them while I pumped his cock with my hands. Then I licked my way down his crack, then at his hole. His hole was his most sensitive part, and by now he is gripping the sheets and groaning as I licked his hole again and again.

"My turn baby," Johan said, pulling me up to him, then he climbed on top of me. Johan kissed me, then he slowly moved to my neck. He sucked and bit at the skin, and I knew a love bite is going to show up there by tomorrow. Affirming my thoughts he stopped his attack at my neck and looked at me.

"I'm not going to be the only one who's getting marks," he said. I rolled my eyes at his competitiveness. My nipples weren't as sensitive as his, so he bypassed them and went straight to my groin. He kissed around my cock, licking the underside of my length. I closed my eyes and gave in to the sensations. Moments later I felt a wet warmth enclose my cock, and I moaned as he slowly, slowly, took my cock into his mouth. The tip of my cock hit the back of his throat, the rest still not all the way in. Johan gulped, and slowly my cock went down his throat. He had such a talented mouth I was already seeing stars.

His throat was like wet velvet and I whimpered as his tongue licked around my length, my cock still in his mouth. Then Johan started moving, bobbing his head up and down my cock. He moved to my balls, taking them into his mouth one at a time, his hands still pumping my cock. His grasp was so firm and his mouth on my balls felt so great that if he would go on I wouldn't last long. I grabbed his arm and pulled him up to me.

"I don't want to cum yet," I told him, "I want to cum with you inside me."

"What did you say?" he asked me, confused. I must not have been clear enough.

"I want you to fuck me, Johan," I said, more clearly this time.

This took him by surprise. We had been together for more than two years but this was the first time that I asked him to be the top, both of us very comfortable with our roles in the bed. I had tried bottoming once, but the top had been selfish and I swore to myself I would never do it again. I was relieved during my first time together with Johan when he readily offered his ass to me.

Nevertheless, I trust Johan and know that he wouldn't be selfish. And no matter how hard he insisted that my earlier ravaging of him was okay, I still wanted to make up to him for losing my control. Johan looked at me, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Are you sure about this, baby?" he asked me.

"I am," I answered, "now go fuck me before I change my mind. But take it slow, it's been too long since I last did this."

Johan smiled, then opened my bedside drawer and took out a bottle of lube. I was a bit apprehensive when I felt the coldness of the lube trickle down my crack, and outright nervous when I felt his fingers on my hole.

Johan looked at me, "Your tense babe. You need to relax or this is going to hurt."

"I know, I know. Just—give me time."

I took in deep breaths, his hand pumping my cock to distract me. I nodded when I felt that I was ready, and he slowly let one finger in.

It still hurt, and I bit my lip to keep from groaning in pain, afraid that Johan would stop. I wanted this, I just have to get used to it. His finger went in and out of my whole, until finally the pain subsided and I started to enjoy the feeling of his finger inside me. He slipped in a second one, then a third, and by this time I was a bit more prepared. He fucked me with his fingers, exploring inside my hole. A moment later I felt his fingers brush something inside me that sent bolts of electricity down my spine.

"Oh god baby," I gasped, "do that again."

"So I finally found your spot, huh?" he smiled. Then he went back to stroke my prostate, and each time my cock would twitch, dripping precum. I was more than ready for him now.

"I want you in me now baby," I told him.

"You had me so worked up earlier that I don't think I might last long," he admitted.

"Tell me about it, this might be the quickest fuck we're gonna have."

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he positioned himself between my legs. I felt the tip of his cock press against my hole, then he pushed. His cock is definitely bigger than his three fingers, and he paused to allow me time to adjust to his size. Then I pushed into him, signaling him to start getting deeper into me.

Slowly Johan put his cock into my hole, and I groaned at the absolute pleasure.

"Oh god baby, you're so tight," he gasped. Moments later his entire length was inside me, then he started to move. In and out his cock went, and I met all of his thrusts. Then the tipped of his cock hit my prostrate and I let out a loud moan.

"Oh fuck Johan, fuck, fuck."

He increased his pace, pounding into me. Johan was also making a lot of noise now that I feared the next-door neighbor might hear us. He fucked me harder. At one point in the middle of his thrusting I gave out such a loud moan that almost sounded like I'm in pain. Johan stopped.

"Are you okay baby? Am I hurting you?" he asked, his face worried.

"I'm not going to be okay if you stop fucking me now," I said and I meant it. I was too far gone into the fucking now that I would hate him if he stopped. A little while later he grasped the headboard of my bed with his hands and pounded me like a jackhammer, making me slide across the bed with every thrust. Then he held my cock.

"I'm getting close baby," he said, "come with me."

My last rational thought was that it takes excellent coordination for two people to cum at the same time, and in our case it was usually him getting it off first, followed by me. But as Johan pounded my cock I felt the orgasm building up. Johan's rhythm was getting faster now and I knew that he was getting close too. He stroked my cock faster.

"I'm cumming, ungggh. Uunggh. UUUNGGHHH," I moaned, my cock shooting cum. At the same time I felt the Johan's cum filling up my hole, his thrusts now losing their rhythm.

I pulled him in for a kiss, basking in the glow of our lovemaking. Then Johan raised himself on his arms and looked at me.

"Fuck! That was amazing baby. I can't believe we haven't done that before," he panted.

"I know. I think you spoiled me too much that I may never top again," I said. The look of alarm on his face was priceless.

"Just kidding! Gosh, fucking you is as good as getting fucked by you," I assured him.

He sighed in relief, "Good, because I just might miss little Chris inside me," he said, taking hold of my cock.

"Hey, who are you calling little?" I asked in mock indignation. He laughed. Then his face grew serious.

"I love you so much, baby. I hope I made your day better," he said. I kissed him.

"You always make even the worst days better," I smiled. He gave me a quick peck on the lips, then climbed out of the bed.

"I'm starving. Wanna grab something to eat? I'm sure you're hungry too," he said.

"Sure, I'll just clean up and I'll be down in a minute," I answered.

Johan went out of the room, giving me a view of his delectably round and firm ass.

I was definitely hungry, but not for food.

END



Out of Control



You step into the room, dimly lit, and pause for a moment to let your eyes adjust to the low light as you take in the scene. We are in a room that is empty for the most part, with very little furniture or decoration. The floor is dominated by a low wide padded bench, and you feel a deep clench inside you when your eyes fall upon it. You know why you are here and exactly what that bench is for.

The walls hold some toys in wall racks, and a covered tray on a small table are the only other things you can see.

I step into the room behind you and close the door. The sound is lost in the room and you realize that it is fully sound proofed. I step up to you, lift your chin gently in my hand and look deep into your eyes. "Are you ready?" I ask you in a quiet sure voice. You nod, not trusting yourself to speak clearly in that moment, as you surrender yourself to me.

I reach out and undo the belt of the black silk robe you are wearing, letting it fall apart and revealing your naked skin. You blush as you see the controlled desire in my eyes as I slip it off your shoulders to let it fall unheeded to the ground. I reach out for your hand, and guide your now naked form to the bench. As we near it I take the dark cloth covering the table and remove it, laying it down on the bench instead. You can see in the dim light you mistook it for black, but up close it is a deep wine red. I lay the cloth down neatly as your eyes flick to the items lying on the table. You see coils of rope, a blindfold, a candle and lighter, a riding crop and one item still hidden beneath a piece of cloth. I turn and see the direction of your eyes, and with a smile I reassure you. "Only if you want them to be used on you my dear" You nod again, relieved as I turn you around and guide you down onto your back on the bench.

When I have checked that you are lying comfortable I turn and retrieve the rope from the table. Uncoiling it, I begin to bind you to the bench. I take my time, running my hands across your naked skin as I move around you. Soon your wrists are securely bound behind and above your head, and i begin tying your legs. When I am done they are tied securely, your heels resting on the back of your thighs, and your legs tied so that they fall open for me to gain easy access to you. I rope your beautiful breasts till they stand proudly bound, and the sensations it causes are coursing through you. Once you are securely tied and I have checked your comfort, I stop and take a moment to admire you. You look so beautiful tied up with arousal and a hint of vulnerability and fear in your eyes. 

You know that now there is nothing you could do to stop me from taking you, and that thought sends an illicit thrill through you. I step closer. Touching you was agreed as being allowed, and i take a moment to give a slow sucking kiss to each of your erect nipples, teasing them for a moment with my tongue, building your arousal. When they are hard between my lips i stand again, moving back towards the table. As i do i glance between your legs and see the glisten of arousal already covering your folds. I smile in satisfaction and run my fingers down your stomach as i take one slow tender lick to your wetness, wanting to taste the first drops of your sweetness.

You shiver in pleasure within the tight cage of rope that restrains you. The warmth of my tongue as it slipped between your folds felt so good and you almost ask me to do it again. But I am already standing and moving over to the table. Your eyes lock on my hand as it lifts the cloth covered object, and I reveal the wand that lies beneath it. Confusion slows you for a moment. This isn't the model wand that you were expecting. You had the basic model in mind when I suggested this session to you, but this model you recognize as being top of the range in terms of power. You strain against the ropes for a moment involuntarily. You have heard the stories from women who have used this model and you know just how devastatingly potent it can be.

I turn towards you and switch the wand on. The buzz of its powerful motor on the lowest setting is audible as I step towards you. As the wand descends towards your breast, you give the softest of whimpers and the sound is indescribably erotic. The wand touches your skin and the whimper transforms into a full fledged groan as the vibrations send your nerve endings wild. I play the wand across your breasts, already so sensitive from being bound. You are thrashing lightly in the grip of my rope as I take my time to enjoy your breasts fully.

When I am satisfied I move down your body slowly. I spend some time playing the wand across your inner thighs, and that alone has you dripping wet before I have even reached your center. When the wand finally makes full contact with your clit, my god the scream that rips from your lips is purest ecstasy. Your body arches against the ropes and strains to break free of the bench, but you are utterly immobilized and cannot escape me. I play the wand across your clit for a moment only before lifting it to hover just above your skin. You look up at me, panting from just that first momentary touch. Our eyes meet, and I smile gently at you as i command you.

"You will not cum until I say you may my dear. For every orgasm you have without my permission, I will force you to have two against your will. Do you understand?"

You gasp out an affirmative and I lower the wand back down to your clit. Again your body tries to break free as pleasure races through you. The stories were not exaggerated. If anything they left parts out! Nothing had prepared you for this, no vibrator or toy could match the power between your thighs and the ecstasy that I am giving you. I don't hold the wand in place, but play it gently across your clit and your soaking wet folds. I can see the muscles in your legs quivering deliciously as you cry out in the effort of not cumming. But oh, I can see that you want to. The exertion is already coating your naked skin with a light sheen of sweat, and your cheeks are flushed with arousal. Your breasts rise and fall rapidly as you struggle to breathe and keep under control.

This contest is unfairly weighted in my favor but I don't give thought to it, instead touching the wand directly to your clit again. I catch you at a weak moment, unprepared, and with a shriek of horror and ecstasy you find yourself unable to prevent an orgasm ripping through your body. A veritable flood of wetness flows from you as you writhe in pleasure, begging me to lift the wand from your clit, but I don't listen. The only concession I make is to shift its position slightly which is just enough to allow you to calm down and regain control. Or at least the illusion of control.

Now it is a game of Cat and Mouse. I toy with you, watching for moments of vulnerability, of distraction, and I exploit them rithlessly to have you cumming over and over, till you are shuddering from the force of multiple orgasms as I lift the wand from your clit.

I place the wand on the table, silenced for now, and move up to stroke your skin and calm you as you come down from the orgasmic high you have been riding. As I caress your cheek, our eyes meet and i whisper two words "Twenty four". You look at me in confusion, not understanding the meaning behind my words. I elaborate. "You came twelve times my dear, and I told you that for every time you orgasmed without my permission, you would be forced to have two as a penalty" The memory comes back to you, and despite the rush of wetness between your thighs at my words, your mind reels in delicious horror. Twenty four orgasms from that wand? Impossible, you would never be able to endure it. Surely I wouldn't...

Your eyes widen as i pick up the wand again, and move between your thighs. "Lets try the next setting my Lady, and see how you manage to hold up beneath that level of pleasure."

As the wand descends, and as it meets your clit to send an almost instantaneous orgasm coursing through you, the last thing you hear before being overwhelmed is the sound of my satisfied voice, and the words "Feel free to scream for me my Lady".



Out of Control



There was not a lot of people on the floor in the small area designated for dancing. After all, it was more of a bar designed for socializing. The area was barely even lighted. Alaina loved to dance. So when the guy that had definitely held her attention for most of the night asked her to dance, with that teasing smile of his, she did not hesitate. Before she knew it, she was grinding against him slowly in sync with the music. What was playing was actually only the background to the hum of talking and laughing that surrounded them. But as she moved and focused on it, the music seemed to grow louder. To her ears, the sounds of the other people faded. Alaina felt as if she and her partner were the only ones there, as they moved in sensuous harmony. 

They were close to the edge of the dance area, near the wall. When she held up her arms and then turned her back to him, he was right there taking full advantage of his position—curving his body into hers. He was taller than she was, but she could feel his hard cock pressing into her lower back. Instinctively she moved, letting the curve that flowed into her perfectly formed bottom raise, causing the top of her behind to grind into the lower part of his crotch. Evidently he knew what he was doing as well because he dipped himself right on time, so that he could fully benefit from the feel of it.

"You dance pretty well for a white guy."

"I do a lot of things well," he murmured directly in her ear.

His hands were on her hips before he slid them over and downward. He did this slowly, giving her a chance to protest if she wanted. It was obvious that she did not want to. His hands formed a V just above her mound. If he lowered his fingers, he would be at the top of where her most private part began. He would then be able to follow the rise of her clit. It was already engorged and the thought of him finding out made her melt just a little.

"Mmm," she said playfully.

She expertly pressed her butt cheeks together, a slight movement that pressed more of her into his hands invitingly. He accepted the invitation and lowered his hands, just a little.

"Careful," he told her, "I might touch something I'm not supposed to. You shouldn't tease me like that."

"Mmm," escaped again, but it was more of a purr this time. "I haven't begun to tease you. If I had, you would be too weak to stand, let alone dance."

"You've been challenging me all evening and I haven't lost yet. I'd like to see who makes who weak in the knees."

He turned her slightly, not missing a beat. They were now facing a far corner of the bar. They still danced but his back was to anyone watching and covered her efficiently. There was no one between the two of them and the wall.

Now, Alaina felt as if they were truly alone.

He slid one hand down further, fitting his fingers between the top of her thighs, cupping her mound. Part of her could not believe this was happening. The more dominant part of her wanted more. When he arched his hand just right, she could feel the firm pressure of his fingers. She was getting some of what she wanted. He moved them up and down. Each time he came closer to her firm clit already peeking out between her folds.

Alaina's hips were no longer grinding round and round. She was now rocking them, making her sex more accessible. Her body welcomed the feel of what he was doing to her and the material that separated her skin from his seemed intrusive. She sighed, pressing her backside into him more firmly and then pressing herself into his hand.

Her pants had a side zipper. She felt her pants loosen as he slid the tiny piece of metal down. She felt him find the top of the silky triangle that barely shielded where he planned to go. Alaina made no effort to stop him. She parted her legs as his hand slipped between them.

Suddenly, they dipped together and as they rose, his hand moved toward her center. She was so wet already. He smoothed what was there back through her lips with a finger. The finger paused on top of her clit.

Her hands had been lying on his forearms and she gripped them.

Still he did not move his hand.

That's when she let the back of her head rest against his chest. One of her hands physically pushed his arm downward so that the flesh of her weeping pussy was in his warm palm.

He drew his hand over it, stroking her-once, twice, then again. And, she moved her hips, showing her hunger for more. When he arched his hand and dipped his finger into her wetness, she moaned.

"You are so sexy," he told her as he brushed the pad of his finger, slick from her juices, across her clit.

Alaina's swollen clit was so sensitive now. She gasped, immediately.

He was talented, applying just enough pressure. Carter drew pleasure from her. Each time he worked his finger around her clit, her pleasure increased. He had a rhythm that fell in line with how she moved and determined when he dragged his finger over the delicate unhooded bundle of nerves. From the way her hips moved and the low sounds she made, he easily knew when he had found that spot—her spot. For each woman, it was different. It was the spot that when manipulated just right and at the right speed made her lose all control. He knew exactly how to work it.

Her pleasure was spiking. She closed her eyes and rode his touch, her climax coming.

Just as she was on the edge and tottering, ready to fall, he stopped. Carter's finger slid between the folds of her inner lips and dipped into her drenched opening, going as far as he could.

Squeezing his arms again, she whimpered.

Since she was pressed against his chest, she could feel the low grumble of laughter.

"Who is the weak one now," he teased.

Although wanting to protest, a word slipped through her lips. "Me."

He manipulated her pussy, flicking her clit before focusing again on her spot.

"I'm going... going... to come."

"Then come," he whispered.

When her orgasm hit, her pussy contracted and pulsated so forcefully that her right leg shook. The orgasm rolled over her in strong waves as Carter continued his assault. It was too much stimulation, too good. She tightened her strong thighs in an attempt to still his hand.

She knew he had a wide smile on his face as he cupped her pussy once again and allowed her ripples of pleasure to calm. It would be a while before the residual effects dissipated. They definitely had not stopped completely when he spoke. He could feel that much.

"You are delicious," he told her after slipping his finger in between his lips to taste her. "And, I do believe I won."

The two of them laughed as she adjusted her pants and zipped herself up. He continued to shield her from anyone's view.

Oh my God, she thought as they returned to their group. How had she gotten herself into this situation? Alaina had never let something like this happen before, not even in college. She was way too conscious of her image.

Now there was a need for him fluttering inside of her and demanding more. Just a few hours ago, she was irritated and only in need of a heavily laced drink. As a matter of fact, a few hours ago she had just walked in the bar with a group of women ready to party. She, on the other hand, was trying to hype herself up for the start of a bachelorette celebration.

This is how she lost control...

Alaina generally would not have drunk so much in an unfamiliar atmosphere with too many people she did not know. She had arrived in Atlanta Thursday night, gotten herself settled and met up with the best friend she had in this world, Christa. She had also met the bridal party. Christa's childhood friends immediately gave Alaina the cold shoulder. They made no attempt to even hide it and it did not fade with time. Alaina did not feel that it was a black girl/white girl issue. It was obvious that they felt like Alaina had not only intruded in on their show, but was given the prized position.

Alaina was the maid of honor.

Alaina had known all about Christa's future husband right from the start of their relationship. When Alaina finally met him in person last fall, the two of them became quick friends.

She and Christa had met in college. Since she lived in another state, Alaina had fulfilled none of the usual pre-wedding, maiden of honor duties. It was easy to see who had in her place though, because the arrogant blonde with the bigger than life chip on her shoulder consistently made it clear. The skinny as a rail, snot had also made it clear that she was in no way turning over the reins. Alaina wanted to tell her so badly how much she couldn't care less about being responsible for all that. She just wanted to enjoy Christa's happiness and have fun. Besides, Alaina had always been just a call away and truly been her friend's emotional lifeboat. Christa called her frequently during the last couple of months and even more so in the last couple of weeks. Not to mention that during the last few days, the two of them seemed to live on the phone. Christa even complained about the blonde. Alaina was so happy for Christa, so she would put forth the effort to get along.

Christa's future husband introduced Alaina to a lot of his supposedly unattached friends. She had secretly hoped that maybe she would meet someone interesting at the wedding. The memory of the last time she had been on a date had long since faded. Available time had always been an issue with her. The men that Christa's fiancée introduced her to were nice and three or four were obviously attracted to her. None of them made her feel that spark. They all just seemed to be the same, life sized Ken dolls trying to impress you with where they were in their lives.

Christa's friends, those little stuck up bitches in the bridal party, were getting on Alaina's last nerve. She bored through the events of Friday and all of the ones today. Now at the bachelorette party, she was determined to have a good time. She deserved it.

Alaina knew that she was pretty, she was comfortable in her skin. Taking care of her body was always a priority. There was always a deep seated awareness that physical appeal was as important to success as everything else. Her single mother had driven it inside her head that being a woman of color required that she be two times better and work three times harder than everyone else in every aspect of her life. She was curvy by nature, but her body was perfectly proportioned-from the firmness of her breasts to the narrowness of her waist and her perfectly rounded backside. But, she would never be considered model thin, no matter how hard she tried. And, she had long since accepted that fact. Her body was athletic and meant to move.

In order to make sure that her confidence would not fail her, she had starved herself for the wedding, increased her workout routines and made sure she was toned perfectly. It made her not only more confident in herself, but proud—bold even. Although always stylish, with a subtle sexiness that was never blatant in effort, she purposefully made sure she was more so for the wedding. She had splurged for a few things that made her humble beginnings absolutely undetectable. She had made it to an Ivy League college by always being at the top of her class and the blessing of scholarships. She just never actually felt like a part of her surroundings, no matter how hard she tried.

She knew that Christa's friends would be picture perfect and with a style that screamed class, daughters of wealthy families with the level of understood entitlement that put the world at their fingertips. Christa was one of them, too, but without the condescending attitude. Christa was warm and extremely conscious of the feelings of others. At first, roommates forced together by a computerized error, they hated the idea of being roommates. Christa wanted to be at least near her friends. Alaina wanted to be at least where there were others like herself. But by the end of the first semester, they were close friends. They tried to go back to their separate worlds when it was time to part, but it did not work well. They found that they missed their friendship. What they shared could not be found somewhere else. They found an apartment, moved in together and deepened a permanent bond that could never be threatened.

Nevertheless, right now Alaina felt a little left out. Christa and her friends shared a long history and had their distinct link. So, Alaina welcomed another source of entertainment in the fashionable bar.

White men had always been attracted to her flawless pecan tinted skin. Not that she did not get equal attention from every other race of men, they were just scarce in her environment and generally already attached. There were one or two black guys in the bar, but they were definitely with women that mirrored the women she was already with. Also, the two women made sure Alaina understood that. They gave her the serious side eye. There was one woman of color seated at a far table. Alaina and she made eye contact with an understood sense of recognition and no inclination to carry it further.

After a few drinks Alaina was reveling in the attention several men were showing, even making a few of the other girls a little jealous. Two of the girls in particular tried to establish their presence, trying to direct the men's attention their way. But, Alaina was in her zone and had them entranced with her playful personality. She was not ready to share her find.

She did, however, flirt with one a little bit more than the others. Eventually the other men got the message and began to talk with the other girls. The man she had chosen to show favor to was handsome and well groomed, pretty much like his friends. She noted that he had nice, sexy lips that formed into a ready smile. Nice lips were her hidden turn on. He had a down to earth realness about him that separated him from the rest. He was dressed casually, but in that way that let you know he was a professional. He had an excellent sense of humor and quick wit. He could keep up with Alaina, which was rare.

It was one of the other girls that somehow managed to get the group on the subject of tattoos. Alaina had not truly been paying attention to them. She and the guy, who the other guys called Carter, were in a one on one conversation, heavily laced with sexual undertones. It was not intentional. The two of them just had that magnetism between them. Alaina was enjoying him.

Only a few in Carter's group had tattoos. They admitted what their tattoos were and where they were located. One of the girls that should have stopped drinking several drinks ago, turned, pulled down the band of her short skirt so that a good portion of her crack showed, while lifting the back of her shirt to show her "tramp stamp." One girl had a tattoo on her breast and had no problem letting them see the series of butterflies that disappeared into her cleavage. Christa, definitely tipsy, just laughed and refused to show hers.

"Ah, come on," one guy teased.

"My future husband would have a fit," she told them.

The word husband meant they had to all quickly down a shot. Alaina forgot what the other words were.

They were all at the end of the long bar, where it curved. It was a little tucked away to the side. Someone would have had to specifically focus in their direction to notice them, they were so far in the back. The music somewhat helped make their playful laughing and rauckous behavior go unnoticed.

One guy turned and zoomed in on Carter.

"Carter has a huge one that goes over his shoulder. Show them Carter," he urged. "The women at the gym go crazy over it."

"I'm not about to take off my shirt," Carter made it clear.

"Oh," Alaina teased, "be a sport."

The others cheered him on, which he ignored. He directed his attention back to Alaina, turning so that his back was to them and moved his seat a little closer.

Alaina fitted herself against the raised back of the leather bar chair, turning so that she faced him. Wearing pants, she spread her legs wide and smiled. Of course, he smiled devilishly in return and moved yet a little closer.

"And, where is your tattoo?" he asked her.

"I'm not that type of girl," she told him. "You don't strike me as that type of guy either."

In a way that only she could hear, Carter leaned forward saying, "Don't let the Tom Ford clothing fool you."

"At least show her those abs," the drunkest one of his friends said, putting his arm around Carter's shoulders and reaching to pull Carter's shirt out of his pants. "You won't believe them. I couldn't get them even if I did try. He's like the statue of David."

Carter gave him a look that was not in any way playful. The guy quickly stopped and dropped his arm, stumbling back.

"He's being shy," the guy said, embarrassed and trying to recover. He quickly turned to another woman and said, "How are you?"

Alaina did not know why but she felt turned on just a little by Carter's act of dominance. It was like the alpha wolf reminding the other that he was just a beta. She suddenly desired to establish just how strong her effect was on him.

"I'd like to see those abs," she purred.

"Would you?" Carter did not miss a beat. "And, what would I get to see?"

Alaina batted her eyes and attempted to look innocent. "It depends on how impressive those abs are."

They just stared at each other for a moment, both of them smiling.

"Oh, I bet that body of yours is just perfect. I bet you row," Miss wedding supervisor said over his shoulder. She wrapped one arm around him and let her hand feel his chest.

"No," Carter said as if that would never be a possibility, "I don't row."

"Nice abs are so sexy on a man," the woman added. She moved beside him and rubbed the front of her body against the side of his arm.

That pissed Alaina off, but she was adept at hiding those types of emotions when there was a chance that it revealed any kind of weakness.

Carter glanced at the woman briefly. Unlike most of the rest, she was not drunk. She meant to offend Alaina and state her claim.

"Yes, so sexy," Alaina said. The challenge in her voice was obvious.

"Are you asking?" The question was directed at Alaina.

"I'm certainly not going to say please," she told him with a sly smile.

Carter stood up. He fit himself perfectly between Alaina's open knees. Without taking his eyes off of hers, he lifted the bottom of his shirt out of his pants and then raised it. He hooked the thumb of his other hand in the top of his pants and pulled them low.

"Damn." Alaina lost her vocabulary.

The blonde moved so that she could see and made a high pitched, irritating sound.

Carter was lean, all muscle. His torso was cut. The lowering of the front of his pants revealed that tight muscle that highlighted the path to his manliness and was right below those defined squares of perfection. His skin was stretched tightly across it and slightly veined-those veins that made a woman feel like a man's cock had to be well nourished and amazing.

Just as the blonde reached to touch them, they were gone. His shirt was down. He stepped back and her hand was hanging in the air.

He took Alaina's hand. "Hmm, what could you show me?"

"I didn't really ask to see anything. You volunteered. I just said that abs were sexy."

"And mine?"

"Definitely sexy." Alaina's smile was uncontrollable. "You surprised me."

"Surprised you?"

"You didn't surprise me," the other woman interjected.

Both of them ignored her.

"You're one of those." She motioned her head to indicate his friends—who were having fun flirting with all the girls of the wedding party and getting more acquainted as the night progressed.

He had already told her what he did for a living.

"You sit behind a desk all day long, pushing papers, moving money around with the stroke of a computer key."

"What is it that you do?" the blonde inquired, interested.




Out of Control



"Oh," he said, placing himself between Alaina's knees again. "I think I warned you before. Don't let the paper pushing fool you. I'm full of surprises."

The signal was understood. The one that was not the Maid of Honor gave Alaina the nastiest of looks. Alaina continued to smile, thinking to herself, "Yeah, you better act like you know."

"I've got something to show you," the blonde announced.

Suddenly she pulled up her shirt. Her porcelain skin was flawless. Her perky breasts were small, but ideal in their own way. Her areolas were a darkened pink and her nipples were large in proportion to her breast size, and they were a tad bit darker.

"Surprise," she said brightly.

Although stunned, Alaina did not know why they made her think of vanilla ice cream. The thought made her laugh.

Carter who had actually stepped back and was looking at the display, turned his attention back to Alaina when she started laughing.

Alaina could see the expression on both of their faces, but she could not stop laughing.

The blonde just stood there, still holding her shirt up with both hands, and glared at Alaina.

"Fuck you," Alaina thought.

For whatever reason the girl just seemed to bring out the worse in Alaina. She had been putting up with this bitch far too long. Her desire to hurt the girl's feelings, if the girl had any, sprouted and quickly blossomed.

"Girl," she said, trying to get some control of her giggles, "you need to put them little titties back in that shirt. Do they even make bras that small?"

That brought on another fit of laughter.

Carter smiled, watching the two women, but not able to completely ignore the lovely display.

"You would be surprised at the number of men," the blonde began, meeting Carter's eyes and licking her mauve lips, "that prefer what I offer in comparison to... "

The woman paused and looked directly at Alaina.

"What's the word I'm looking for?" She dramatized thinking.

Alaina waited, imagining that thinking was rare in this case.

"Please lord," she thought, "Don't make me have to kick somebody's ass up in here."

The blonde must have found her word because she smiled sweetly.

" ...the Anaconda types. You know the ones with boobies flopping all in their faces and a big bouncing booty in cheap spandex," completed the blonde's original statement. With that, she pulled her shirt back down and smoothed the hem.

Alaina knew exactly what that was supposed to mean and she did not like it at all. The intoxicated group must have sensed something right before the woman had pulled down her shirt. They were gathering around the three of them. Other than that, no one seemed to notice.

"I like boobies," the guy from before declared. "I like them a lot. Can I see them again?"

The blonde was the one laughing now. "Oh sweetheart," she said with a syrupy southern accent, "I think I've done enough to heat things up."

She puckered up and kissed the air. It was directed to Carter. Then she took a drink out of the hands of one of her admirers and downed it.

Maybe it was the alcohol. Alaina had to admit that she had had her share. Or, maybe it was the way Carter looked at her with what she assumed was a little discomfort and maybe a lot of sympathy. She self-consciously brought her hand to her ear and fingered her earring.

They were earrings that perfectly matched the thin, sexy, bronze tinted chemise. The color made her skin glow. It had a dropped, draping neckline that fell across the top of her breasts and led the eye to the enticing skin between them. The expensive top had simple, delicate spaghetti straps and highlighted the slimness of her waist.

She mentally put decorum to the side, thinking to herself, "What the hell, I don't even know these people. So, who cares?

"Sweetheart," Alaina said, mimicking the saccharine sweet voice of the blonde, "you have no idea what heat is."

Alaina's excellently coordinated, pencil legged pants highlighted the perfect curve of her hips. They were slung low, beneath her belly button—which she revealed as she slowly pulled up the hem of her top. When the silky material smoothed over her bra-less skin, showing firm, full breasts with hardened nipples surrounded by areolas that were like dark chocolate, you could hear gasps. Her sweet lushness made the mouths water and the dicks jump. It was not that they were huge. They were what women went to surgeons for, to reduce this and increase that. Flawless.

All eyes were transfixed on her. And her breasts had pull because some in the group moved closer.

After a brief recovery, Carter immediately fit himself between her thighs and cupped each one of her tits. He gave the two closest guys the eye and they knew she was off limits.

Suddenly one of the girls yelled out, "Gazongas." Then she lifted her shirt.

The guys turned to look and raised their voices in encouragement. They were definitely getting a treat because another woman, not even in their group, did the same exact thing.

Alaina's eyes were on Carter's as she let go of her top and it slid over his hands. Neither one paid any attention to the new game that was starting to attract new players.

"He probably thinks I'm a whore," she mused.

Carter slightly shook his head and a smile spread across his face.

"You are something else."

"Am I," she said, returning his smile.

He let his hands lightly squeeze her breasts, before regrettably letting each hand drop, one and then the other. Carter did let his thumbs graze those tight nipples before letting go. They had been teasing him all night beneath the soft material.

"And sexy as hell," he added.

"Are you surprised?"

He let his forefinger follow the line of her jaw. It looked as if he was going to kiss her.

"Not surprised, just thankful."

Her pussy became more than aware of his closeness as they looked at one another.

"It's your turn to surprise me."

He raised an eyebrow thoughtfully.

"Hmm," he finally said, changing his expression into something that she could not read.

He stepped back and placed himself in his seat, turning to the bar.

"Remember," he teased, taking a swig of his drink, "you're not that type of girl."

"Touché," Alaina laughed. "Don't let the designer wear fool'ya."

That made him laugh.

"Well," he started, still not looking at her, "you don't have any tattoos."

He paused before asking, "Do you have any piercings?"

"Yeah," she laughed, "in my ears."

But, he did not laugh at that. Alaina wondered if it was some kind of qualifier. After all, she was now the type of girl that flashed people. He had seen her bare navel and knew that her nipples were not pierced. She knew that kind of thing drove men crazy. She had a flash of insecurity.

She did not like it.

"Do you have any piercings?" she asked rather smartly.

He turned in his chair. Now, Carter was facing her again.

"As a matter of fact," that devilish smile was back, "I do."

That did surprise her. He was tattooed and pierced. Who would have thought?

"Where?"

"Have you ever heard of a Prince Albert?"

"I want to know where your piercing is, not your favorite member of the royal family." She was not going to let him change the subject that easily.

"A Prince Albert is the name of a piercing."

"Really? I didn't know that they had names."

"This one does."

She was truly intrigued. "Why?"

His smile widened. "Because of where it is."

This time, his eyes were the ones challenging her. Alaina needed to find some way to regain her power in this conversation. There had somehow been a transfer and he had the upper hand. He was playing with her and winning.

"Show me," she said firmly.

He stood up again and fitted himself close between her legs, but not as close as before.

She had to look up at him, into a face that suddenly seemed more serious.

"You asked," he said, undoing his belt buckle.

"He wouldn't," she thought.

But he did unzip his pants. The top of his pants flapped over forming a wide V. He did not show anything but the front of his boxer briefs. He hooked his thumb in the waistband and pulled it forward.

"Have a look." He raised one eyebrow and slightly shook his head. He did not think she would do it. She was wet. That stretch of skin that had been so appealing before was even more so now. The thinned path of hair she was seeing made it so tempting. She wanted to see more.

Could she still blame it on the alcohol?

Alaina looked down his shorts. All she could see was the top of his cock's trunk. It extended from its base and curved downward. From what she could see, the thickness was impressive.

She calmly said, "It seems nice. I don't see any jewelry though. I'm not impressed."

He laughed loudly, throwing his head back a little.

"By all means, I want to impress you. I'm afraid I'd have to show you more."

"I'd think so," she returned nonchalantly.

"Careful, remember the thing that can make you the weakest is usually the thing you asked for."

"I don't believe that is how the saying goes."

"Oh, but it applies perfectly in this case." He looked at her intently.

"He is not going to show me his cock in this bar," she thought. "Or, would he?" She looked around him to see if anyone else was paying attention. They were not. Alaina felt bolder than she had in a long time. Her pulse thrummed with excitement.

"Then show me."

"Are you asking?" Carter warned.

This time it was her turn to raise an eyebrow. The challenge was on.

He considered the beautiful woman before him, with the silky skin that seemed to have a golden glow to its brownness and those captivating eyes with such long lashes, and he determined that she was serious. Or, at least she believed herself to be, at this point. She may stop him. Because of that, Carter took his time reaching in his shorts and pulling himself out. His length made a clear view easy. His bold head was smooth and nicely shaped, but that is not what made Alaina catch her breath. There was a silver piece of jewelry that came out of the slit at the tip of his cock. It was curved with a small ball at the end. It came out from under the bottom rim of his helmet with another matching ball attached to the end. The two little balls met. It was slightly thicker than the average hooped earring. It just laid there, catching the light.

Alaina could not explain how she felt as she licked her lips. It was beautiful, mesmerizing. She had to force her eyes away and looked around him again. None of them were looking. She looked back at it and fought the desire to wrap her hand around his cock. Regardless, her hand unconsciously went toward it. She could not help but think of how it would feel sliding deep inside of her. Could she accommodate his cock, let alone handle how amazing his piercing must feel?

She only touched the jewelry with the tip of her finger though. She was a bit scared. He had managed to ultimately surprise her.

Carter felt his penis thickening. Pretty soon the way he had it positioned would possibly be painful. Her reaction was making him hard. He made his dick jerk just as she touched the ring.

She jumped, quickly pulling back her hand and burst into embarrassed laughter.

Alaina had the most beautiful laugh. It made Carter want to laugh as well. He was relieved by her reaction. He readjusted himself in his pants and fastened everything. Showing himself like that could have had a different effect on her. If it had, his evening would have been ruined. It was obvious that he wanted her. His piercing was an intimate thing that was only showed to lovers.

Smoothly, Carter returned to his seat and ordered another round—this time for everyone. Someone called out his name and he was forced to turn and face the other members of the group as they issued their loud appreciation.

Alaina was not as composed as he was. He got up from his seat, encouraged her to and then took her hand as they joined the group. To Alaina, they had shared an extremely erotic moment. She did not feel like herself. The need for more was so strong.

The blonde with the attitude eyed her suspiciously. Alaina forced a defiant smile.

Watching him interact with everyone else was interesting. She liked the way he handled himself. He had been drinking but he was very much in control. She could not stop thinking about how it would feel to have his pierced cock stretching her open, then sliding up and down her passage. Her thoughts were so distracting that she could not concentrate on any of the conversations around her. Everyone seemed to be talking at the same time.

He was laughing at something when he looked at her. Something must have been in her eyes because he winked. Finishing up whatever was being discussed, he pulled her away from everyone.

"I want to dance with you."

Of course, she was more than willing.

*****

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Out of Control



** I apologize to those of you that are looking for a quickie. I wrote this story some time ago and have finally decided to submit it. I am sure where it is leading but I would love some feedback concerning what should happen next. Happy Reading! K** 

I stared across the scarred table at the one-way mirror located on the opposite wall. In its reflection, I saw myself and noticed that the florescent light did nothing for my complexion. I would have to speak to someone about that, I though smiling humorously. I need a haircut, I mussed as I critically looked at my waist-length brown hair. Not a trim, but a cut, something to shock people.

Just then, a man walked in followed closely by another man. The last man reminded me of a lost puppy who had found his owner. Or perhaps like someone with a schoolgirl...ahem, school boy crush. I quirked an eyebrow, sizing up the pair but wasn't able to discover the outcome of the big one's sexual proclivities. Hmm, I contemplated my gaydar must be off. 

The gay one, who I'm sure had a name but whom I'd dubbed Alistair, settled in the seat across from me after checking with the big one. He was gripping a manila folder between his well-polished hands. 

The large one however, stayed standing. I discovered quickly he was the dominant one just by watching his mannerism. He never came around to stand where I could see him, staying behind me and watching me the whole time in the mirror. Ahh, big man, he was trying to use scare tactics on little ol' me. 

"Ms. Wilson," the big man began, breaking into my thoughts, "got any idea why I've called you in here?"

His voice, deep and melodic, boomed around the concrete room, sending a shiver up my spine. What the fuck, I thought, wondering at my body's awareness. 

"Well, officer, could it be the unpaid parking tickets?" I said, trying for humor to keep my thoughts off my body's betrayal.

"Detective, Ms. Wilson," he replied sharply.

Oh, touchy about that huh? I mussed silently, must be trying to compensate for other problems. I smirked slightly before replying, "Excuse me, DETECTIVE," stressing the word. 

In the mirror, I saw his eyebrows draw together making his look sort of like a Neanderthal. Well at least he wasn't always handsome.

"Ms. Wilson, this isn't a joking matter, I've brought you down here for a serious charge. You could face a lot of jail time."

"Detective, I don't see me laughing so if you could just cut the crap and get this show on the road. I'd like to go home and go to sleep sometime before I age anymore than I already am."

He drew himself up like a spinster with a broomstick stuffed up her ass. So the detective doesn't like orders, especially from a girly girl like myself. I rolled my eyes mentally and the only showing on my feelings was the way my eyes flashed lightly in the mirror. 

Across from me, Alistair was beginning to look like he'd swallowed a lemon. What is with these men? I swear, you'd think they would have better poker faces. 

Suddenly, surprising both men, and a little bit of myself, I grabbed the folder Alistair was holding, opening it to discover its contents. Inside it were pictures of young girls, ages unknown, dressed provocatively posing erotically. Alistair was a kiddie porn person. I looked up at him shocked, blurting, "Alistair, shame on you. I would have thought you'd go for the boys instead of the girls."

Behind me, big one barked a laugh, before covering it with a cough. However, his face darkened soon after before he grabbed the folder from me. "Ms. Wilson, we found these pictures on your computer."

I jerked my head to look at him directly. I looked at him as if he'd grown another head. "You are shitting me. You think I like kiddie porn?" I abruptly started laughing. 

"I'm kinky, man, but I ain't that kinky. No, kids have never been my thing."

I continued to laugh hysterically, and for a second I think the detective contemplated slapping me to make me shut up. Guess he doesn't get to many women laughing weirdly at a subject such as this. I admit it wasn't a laughing matter but to think that me, the goodie-goodie of town, was involved in child pornography. My mother would be appalled. This made me laugh harder. 

Finally I had myself under control and after I wiped the tears from my cheeks and had wiped my glasses, I looked at him in the mirror. Alistair had left, probably to go cry about the things that I had said. I would have to send him an I'm sorry card tomorrow. I snorted softly, like that would happen. 

"Are you quite finished, Ms. Wilson?" he said, his voice again giving me goose pimples. 

"Detective, why don't you call me Arielle? I mean you've accused me of being a pedophile. Now I'm finished with the laughing, and I'd like to get this cleared up as soon as possible. I've got to pee, by the way."

"I'll allow you to use the bathroom once I've had some questions, Ms. Wilson." So that was how it was gonna be huh? Ok, two can play that game.

"Are you charging me with possessing child porn, Detective? Because if you are, I get one phone call. If you aren't then I'd like to use the fucking bathroom." I didn't let any emotion enter my voice, all the while staring at him standing over my shoulder. I saw his mouth quirk at the use of a curse word. So the detective's like everyone else, I thought. He takes one look at me and sees what he wants to see. 

Standing at 5'2 and weighing 135, I was short and fat. I knew it, other people knew it, and I was comfortable with it. I had been called everything from elf, to hobbit, to little person at one time or another during my lifetime. The great thing about being short though was that you always looked younger than you really are. So when people discovered that I was 25, they often exclaimed that I didn't look a day over 20. Bless their hearts. 

"Detective," I began, " If you don't give me a goddamn bathroom break, I am going to start screaming something extremely unkind about you. Something along the lines of you getting you pencil dick out of my face. I don't believe your superiors allow fornication between interviewers and interviewees."

I watched his face after I finished my little speech and knew he was trying to see if I would do just what I'd said I was going to. I wouldn't but he didn't know that. I'd never scream rape unless it actually was going on. I had no respect for women who did that sort of thing.

He must have thought I would because he allowed me the time to use the rest room but as soon as my break was over, I was ushered back into the small room with the ugly colored walls. I was a lady enough to whisper "thank you" to the young woman who had walked me from the bathroom. She looked at me in surprise, and then told me I was welcome. 

The detective was waiting for me, exactly where I'd left him. He didn't look like he'd moved a muscle, and I wondered for a minute if he got stove up from standing like that. I settled back into my seat, all the while, looking at him in the mirror. I gestured to the chair in front of me, indicating that I wanted him to sit down. However, he simply shook his head and stayed where he was. 

"Alright, Detective, ask away. I'm an open book."

"Ms. Wilson, -"

"Arielle." 

"Ms. Wilson, how do you explain that those pictures got on your computer?" he asked getting right to the point. I liked that in a man. Whoa, where in the hell did that come from?

"Well, I haven't any idea, detective, I only have your word that they came from my computer. Who is to say this isn't some kind of frame up?" I said, raising an eyebrow at him. 

"Damn it, girl, I'm not playing with you. Where in the fuck did you get those pictures?" he screamed the question at me, his face showing his anger.

"Don't yell at me, I don't have any idea where they came from. I, however, do know that I am not a kiddy porn addict. I don't even like the idea of the thing. Perhaps you could bring me my computer and I'll try to discover the place and time."

The detective thought about the request and seemed like he would go along with it. He left the room without talking and I sat there contemplating what was happening. How had the porn got on my computer? No one was allowed on there but me. I used my laptop for work and for recreation but I didn't look at kiddie porn on the net. I knew of people who did but I didn't partake.

He returned carrying my laptop, which he sat in front of me. The computer was already booted up and opened to my profile. I was extremely impressed at the way they had cracked my password. Not many people were able to hack it, and I told the detective this. He smiled evilly and didn't say anything. I rolled my eyes, letting him know that I knew good and well that he himself hadn't done the hacking. 

He frowned at me, and then motioned for me to begin. My fingers flew over the keys while I raced to find the source of the pictures. I looked through my hard drive and found something in the temp files that then lead me to ask the detective if I could go online for a few seconds. He nodded and before he could call for a phone line, I was hooked up. I smiled simply at his dumbfounded look, knowing that he hadn't been the one to crack my password. I muttered, "wireless connection" before jumping headlong into the maze that I had been lead on. 

I forgot he was standing behind me and did what I did best. For a while during my youth I'd dabbled in hacking and had been good at it, if I do say so myself. However, I'd never been able to do anything illegal, damn my southern Methodist upbringing. So soon I'd been out of a hobby. 

Ten minutes after I'd started, I'd discovered the origin of the mysterious pictures. They had come from a website, which I had logged onto quiet often, who had sent the popup ads along. The pictures had been logged onto my computer, causing this whole thing. I turned to the detective, to smile smugly at him, letting him know I was smarter than him only to find him staring at the computer screen bizarrely. For a second I thought he might have had a heart attack, but no, he was still breathing normally. 

"Well, Detective, now that we know where the pictures came from, I'd like to go home if you please. I'll be taking this with me," I said, logging off the web and starting to pack the laptop up. 

This seemed to shake him from his stupor. "Not so fast, little girl. I know where the pictures came from, that doesn't explain why they were on your computer. They wouldn't have been had you not been looking at them."

I looked at him with an expression that said, are you really this dumb? I sighed, lowered the computer back to the tabletop and then turned in my chair to look at him. "You know, I really dislike you," I said, tiredly. 

"You don't have to like me, you've just got to give me the information that I want. So explain the websites that I just saw you accessing."

I sighed again, and began. "Detective, every time a person logs onto a website their viewing is recorded. I'm sure you've seen the little ads on the web that want money to remove the .DAT files from your computer. Well, that's how the pictures got on my computer. I am, however, unsure how you were notified that I'd been anywhere near the site though. As for the sites you saw, those are just simply sites that I enjoy looking at and since I've over the age of 18, hell, over the age of 21, I don't think it's a federal crime."

"I saw something on there that said incest, perhaps you'd like to explain that, little lady."

"I swear to god, if you call me little one more fucking time, I'm gonna go from your goddamn knee caps…pencil dick."

I growled this at him merely to keep his mind off his question, yet I saw quickly that it wasn't going to work. Shit, I was extremely busted and I just hoped that the good detective could keep him big trap shut and make sure that this didn't get out. 

"Yeah, those websites were concerning incest. However, the people featured on there are no more related than you and I are. It's a business venture, Detective, the people that create that site do so to make money and if they tell a few lies to make it, all the better for them."

He considered this for a few seconds, and then said quietly, "Where you molested as a child, Kitten?"

I laughed loudly, saying, "No, asshole, I wasn't molested, and I never saw my mommy and daddy having sex. Hell, I haven't even seen them naked, thank the good lord on that one," I muttered. 

He appeared hurt and for a second I felt bad for him, that is until he opened his mouth, and then once again he was the asswipe holding me against my will in a cramped police interrogation room

"So what? You go on this website and fantasize about your father coming into your bedroom one night, and pulling your panties down?"

I looked at him with hatred in my eyes. "That's right, I dream about waking up to find my daddy on top of me, his hard dick in my mouth and his hand in my pussy. I want to scream Fuck Me Daddy at the top of my lungs so the neighbors around us will all know he's doing me, and doing me hard."

I saw him swallow hard and knew he was getting into my performance. Hey, I thought, why not torment him for a while? I tilted my head slightly, allowing my veil of hair to cover my face. Underneath it I smirked. Oh, he was asking for it.

"I want my daddy to hold me, and cuddle with me, Detective. I want him to spread me out on my bed, tie me to the bedposts, then shove his hard cock so deep inside me that I feel it hitting the back of my throat." I lowered my voice to almost a whisper, "Would you be my daddy, detective?"

I looked at the mirror, and saw that he was aroused. I got him now, I deliberated. 

"I'd be a very good girl, sir. I'd let you do anything you tell me to. I've been told that I'm the best little girl that there ever was."

On the last word my voice cracked and I began to laugh. This shook him from his daydream of my probably hanging from the rack in his basement. "Little Bitch," I heard his mutter, which made me laugh even harder. 

Once again I was laughing hysterically, and again he allowed me to finish before he began to speak. "You had me going there for a few minutes. Very good performance by the way." I inclined my head, acknowledging the compliment. 

"Detective, let me cut the act. I look at these websites simply because I like them. I admit I am a daddy's girl in majority but I've been known to play other roles. I once was a French maid for an older gentleman who had always had a thing for them. I was a dominatrix for this wimpy man who liked to call me Mistress."

I raised my eyebrow at him, letting him know I thought he'd like that particular role, only to go on, "I guess you could call me an amateur actress. I give men what they dream about without having to go out and buy it. I don't judge, I just play. I've never had sex with them in real life but for a little while, I'm whatever the man wants, in one way or the other. I can be the little woman, who wears pearls when she makes dinner, but who will suck the best dick when she returns to the bedroom. 

"I can also be the teenage daughter they've always wanted but loved enough not to hurt. I'm the seducer, the seduced, and I'm always ready. I don't say no, unless they want me too. 

"I've been taken every where, from the bathroom, to the bedroom, to the bench in the park. I'd even let you do me on this table right now if you asked me to, that is if it were online. I'm the traditional cyberslut, detective, and I'm good at what I do. I'm open 24/7 and I don't care what color you are, how big you are, or if you can get it up like you use to."

I watched him as I talked, knowing he was imagining me in each of the roles I had just talked about. I knew he wanted to touch me, to perhaps take me up on the suggestion I held in my eyes, yet he didn't. 

"I'm always looking for another client, detective, and for $4.99 a minute, you too, can have any fantasy you want fulfilled. I can be the little girl, the mistress, the wife, the mother, the niece, or even the sub/slave. Would you like to tie me up, detective, bind my breasts and then place clothespins on my nipples? Or perhaps you'd like me to do that to you? No? How about, the naughty schoolgirl called to your office because she's worn too short a skirt? Would you like that, detective, if I walked in wearing nothing but a tight button down shirt and a short plaid skirt with knee-highs? I think you would."

I half-rose as if to take a step to him and as I did I heard him growl. Suddenly, the door of the room was slamming open and I was being ushered out. I grabbed my computer, my purse, and hustled out the room without once giving him a backward glance. 

He watched her leave the room, staring at the swaying of her hips. They moved almost as if to the beat of a hidden drum. He wanted to take those hips in his hands, to caress the smooth skin surrounding them. They were just the right size of him. He'd always liked his women with weight on their bones. He shook his head at his thoughts, thinking while the package might have been sweet, the inside was nothing but briars.

He smirked remembering one of the barbs she had thrown at him during the interview. "Detective, if you'd be so kind as to kiss my ass, maybe you'd be better off." She was like one of those people who'd smile while they were stabbing you in the back. He had at that point wanted nothing more than to return a comment but he knew his superiors had been on the other side of the glass. 

Thinking of his supervisors reminded Marcus Jackson that they had witnessed Arielle's little performance earlier and also his response to it. He groaned deeply as his mind reviewed all that had happened. He could recall vividly the way her voice had caressed the shocking words that had spouted from her luscious full lips. He always been a sucker for accents and as Kitten had progressed in the interview, the deeper her's had gotten. 

Kitten, hmm, he thought, he'd call her that earlier when he'd asked her if she had been molested. She reminded him so much of an alley kitten, fluffy and approachable on the outside, but able to fight if her back was to the wall, as it had been tonight.

He frowned, recalling what he had first thought when he had walked in to Interrogation Room 3. He had taken one look at her and known there was no way she could have been a pedophile. Hell, he thought, she didn't look old enough to drink, no more than a kid herself. However the evidence they had against her definitely pointed to her.

"Jackson," a voice broke into his thoughts, "Chief wants to see you in her office."

Marcus turned and saw the new rookie the department had hired to replace on of the robbery/homicide people. What was the kid's name, he thought, Tanner, Turner, Tarpin? 

"Thanks, and hey good job on your last bust, heard it was tough," Marcus said as he walk past the man 10 years his junior.

The kid beamed, enjoying the praise and Marcus almost grimaces at the look of hero worship shining in the kid's eyes. Great, that's all I need, he thought as he made his way to Captain Emma Renault's office, another damn shadow. Bad enough, I got Jerome hanging on my ass cheek, now this one would be hanging on the other one.

Thinking of Jerome made him recall what Arielle had blurted out to the pale, slight man. The comment had amused Marcus cause the thought of Jerome liking any kind of sex other than normal was so out there.

Before he had time to contemplate that last though, he was standing in front of Cap's closed office door. He knocked politely and waited on her brisk word of entrance before making a move inward.

He settled himself down across from her and looked at her without emotion. There was no love lost between the two of them but they tolerated each other because they knew the other was great at their jobs.




Out of Control



"What the fuck was that, Jackson?"

Trust Cap to be blunt. "I think they call that an interrogation, Chief," he said dryly. 

"Shut up, smart ass, and stop screwing with me. If we hadn't gotten Wilson out of the room with you, you would have banged her right there, wouldn't you?"

"Chief-"

"Don't chief me, just answer the damned question."

He sighed loudly and pushed himself lower into the chair. "I'd like to think I wouldn't have, but I just don't know. I really don't know."

He lifted his head to look at Renault's face. She sighed and seemed to somewhat relax. "Marc, what you need to do is go home and rest. Try to put the self-proclaimed cyberslut out of your head for a few hours. Get something to eat and then report back here tomorrow to write up the damn report."

Marcus let himself into his apartment and slipped off his jacket. Ambrose, his cat, well, it was Gina's cat until she'd decided she didn't want it or Marcus for that matter, twined himself through Marcus's legs, meowing plaintively.

"Hungry, are ya?" he asked the cat, slightly embarrassed that he talked to his cat. 

Marcus fed Ambrose and then headed to the shower, grabbing a beer from the fridge on the way there. He stepped from his clothes after turning on the shower and setting it to the temp he liked. He had the body of a man who had lifted weights all his life. Good upper body, well-defined abs and chest, give him an appearance of a much younger man. He'd never be Mr. Universe, but then he didn't want to. He heard that made your dick shrivel up and no way did he want that. Thinking about his dick- he stopped his thoughts. No dick thinking tonight. 

He took a sip of his beer and then stepped under the spray. He closed his eyes and stuck his head fully under the impact of the falling water. 

His mind wandered and of course focused fully on the intriguing woman he'd just met. His photographic memory recreated her perfectly in his mind's eye, just as she'd been sitting in front of him, all mouth. He sketched her lips with his eyes, remembering the way they had shined as she licked them once or twice. He had wanted to moan every time she had let her little pink tongue out from between her lips. Her words came back to him, almost whispering in his ear, "Detective would you like me to wrap my lips around the cock that you are trying to hard to hide? I think it would be my pleasure."

With that thought came the image of her red, soft lips wrapped around his dick. He knew, just knew intuitively, that she would suck his cock with all her might, wanting him to enjoy it, needing him to enjoy it. He could see her on her knees, head bent over his lap, her little pink tongue sliding from between her lips, to lick the slight pre-cum which had formed on the head of his cock. 

Almost involuntarily his hand ventured to his hard cock, feeling it response to his gripping it gently. He envisioned her small hand gripping his cock, just like his hand was doing, sliding slowly up and down all the while, her eyes were on him. He could just see the arousal in her eyes, just like he had witness earlier in that dingy interrogation room.

Oh, God, he thought, I had wanted nothing more than to fuck her while she talked so nasty to me. He had wanted to stride over to her, jerk her from her chair, lean her against the table, pull up her skirt and then slide his cock deep into her. He knew that she would be wet and it wouldn't have matter if she hadn't. He would just have done everything in his power to make her cum. 

Marcus grabbed the soap and began to lather himself, starting with his chest but once again returning his hand to his cock. God, he was so hard. How had she known how to make him so hot? Suddenly, he remembered what she had taunted, claiming she put out to whoever paid her enough. She was such a little slut, he thought, his hand speeding up its soapy jacking.

If she had been his, he would never let anyone near her. He'd keep her tied to the bed all damn day if need be. Just like that, an image popped into his head and he saw her tied to his bed, naked, her breast standing straight up. She would smile when she saw him; extremely glad he was home from work.

He would walk to the side of the bed and lower himself until he was sitting beside her. He would lift his hand and caress her cheek, and smile slightly when she purred, turning her face into his hand. Then without speaking, his hand would slip from her cheek, down her neck to find it resting over one of her beautiful breasts.

She would groan as he caressed her tit yet wouldn't say a word.

"Kitten, did you have a good day today," he would ask politely, all the while gently twisting her nipple between his fingers.

"Yes, sir," she would reply, breathless.

"Miss me?"

"Oh, yes, I missed you terribly, sir."

"Really, baby? What did you miss?" he asked, his hand moving from her breast to slide down her smooth, satiny skin to rest between her legs. He stared into her beautiful golden eyes, while his index finger abruptly found her clit and she cried out enjoying it.

He had to repeat the question before she answered. "I missed your cock, daddy, and your fingers. I kept waiting for you to come home so you could fuck me with your hard cock. Fuck my please, daddy."

Marcus came hard, spraying the shower wall with cum. He could almost hear her whispering those words to him, the image was so strong. He moaned, "Yes, Kitten, Daddy's gonna fuck you so hard."

He went threw the motions of finishing his shower but was so drained from the orgasm. He thought of this while he dried his body, careful when he had to dry his dick. He had never had a cum like that before. It had felt like the cum had literally been ripped from his body.



I opened the door to a crack, but before I could identify the person standing on the other side of it, I was pushed back into my apartment. I opened my mouth to scream but a forceful hand clamping over it silenced me. I took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of the intruder of my house, and got a nose full of cologne. The scent was familiar, yet I couldn't place it. I tried to think calmly, and not panic, but as I heard the door being closed, I saw stars behind my closed eyes. Every word that my mother had ever lectured to me came back to me suddenly. All I could think was, they were right; this city is going 

to be the death of me. No, came a strong voice from inside me, you will not be a victim. This is a flesh and blood person; they can be hurt just like you can.

The person settled himself or herself closer to me, allowing me the body part that I most wanted to harm. Slightly and without trying to draw to much attention to the movement, I raised my left leg. As I neared the point of destination, I heard a voice, a little bit amused, say, "Don't even think about it, and Kitten, I like you but not enough to lose the family jewels, even for a while. So just lower that weapon, and relax. I'm not gonna hurt you, that is, unless you want me to."

I started at the familiar voice. No wonder the cologne had smelt so memorable, I thought to myself before I became angry. I opened my eyes and whom should I see, but Detective Marcus Jackson, from the 9th division, in charge of kiddie porn. I looked up at him, anger filling my eyes, unbeknown to me, making me more beautiful to him with each glower. 

I unfastened my mouth, which had become slightly cramped by his monster hand being compressed so tightly to me. This time he allowed me to talk. "What the fuck are you doing, you freaking asshole? I was this close to kicking your ass," my southern accent coming in loud and clear as I became more agitated. Instead of cowering like I wanted him to do, Marcus, being the idiot that he is, threw back his head and laughed. All I could do was stand there, eyebrows furrowed, waiting on him to stop laughing at me. 

"I don't see where there is anything that goddamn funny, you imbecile. What are you trying to prove? Trying to get killed in the line of duty?" I asked tartly, my mind still in shock at being attacked and then having the attacked laugh at me. 

"Kitten, if you would shut that lovely mouth of yours for 5 minutes, perhaps I could explain just what I'm doing," he said in his annoying New York accent. Never before had the accent been annoying but when he talked, for some reason, it just raked her skin, making me want to cut out his tongue. 

He quirked an eyebrow at me, waiting on me to say something else, yet when he saw I wasn't going to say anything, he continued to stare at me with his deep blue eyes. He unnerved me with that stare, reminding me a lot of my grandfather, and the way he could just tell by looking at me that I had done something I wasn't suppose to. No wonder the detective's crime numbers were so high. I had been on the other end of that stare and I had wanted to do nothing more than to admit every crime that I had admitted. Not that I had many. 

Marcus stepped back from me an inch so he could get a good look at me, all of me. I felt naked under his stare. Vividly, the words I had uttered to him just a few short days ago came back to me. "Detective, wouldn't you like to see me spread out on your bed, naked as the day is long, wet, and wanting? Wouldn't you want to hear me scream 'fuck me daddy' so that all you neighbors can hear?"

I blushed bright red as the words came back to me. What had I been thinking when those words had fallen from my lips, I wondered. He watched with fascination as red filled my cheeks, turning my ivory skin light pink. He could imagine other parts of her gorgeous body turning that lovely color. 

I cleared my throat, bring us both back to the task at hand. "Well, Detective, are you gonna stand there with your dick in your hand or are you gonna explain why you almost sexually assaulted me?" I taunted sarcastically, all the while staring at him with wide eyes. 

His eyes clouded a bit at the dick remark but I'm not entirely sure it was in anger. "Kitten, I hope you are as adapt with your mouth in other ways, because you sure know how to cut a man down to size with that tongue of yours."

"Damn it, don't call me that. Do I look light and fluffy?"

"Sometimes," he said with a smirk. "I'm sure that you do sometime. I just hope I'll get the chance to see it. I think Kitten suits you. You are so tiny and cute, yet you open that mouth and its like the devil's spawn has been unleashed."

"Well as delightful as it is to be nicknamed by you, I could have done with out it. So why don't you go take a flying fuck off my balcony?" I said sweetly, the whole time smiling broadly.

He threw back his head and laughed heartily allowing me to see the younger man he once had been. Before he had become the cop he was now, the man bogged down by the ugliness of human condition. The lines around his eyes and mouth were battle scars that disappeared when he smiled or laughed. God, he is handsome. Not in the conventionally way, he would never be considered movie star handsomeness but there was a manliness that I enjoyed. I could feel myself melting to him, even though my head was screaming to suck it up. I'd like to suck something of his, I quipped silently. 

"Now, little one, I think I was trying to explain what I'm doing here-"

"No, you are trying to bullshit your way around explaining why you forced your way into my apartment and then made a move as if you were gonna fuck me where I stood." 

I groaned silently, rolling my eyes mentally, knowing I'd just stepped my big fat foot in my mouth. I could almost hear his comeback.

"Kitten, if I was fucking you, you'd know it. Again to start this conversation, I am sorry if I scared you. I thought you had looked through the peephole and saw that it was I. Matter of fact, why didn't you look through the peephole? I could have been a rapist or a murderer," he said condescendingly.

I blushed again. I didn't like people to know the reason I never used the damn peephole. "I just didn't, that's why. That still doesn't explain why you pushed yourself in here."

He leaned in closer to me, until his lips were mere inches from my ear. "I thought you would have figured that out by now. Little one, I'm here to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. Don't think that I haven't forgot the way you teased me so shamefully at the police station. I remember every word, every move you made that night."

Marcus looked down at me, daring me to admit I didn't know what he was talking about. I knew, I could remember ever syllable I had uttered. "Little girl, I haven't been able to get your words out of my head. Your body had dominated my dreams the last few days and tonight, I plan on exploring every bit of it."

I shivered as I felt his lips brush my ear faintly. Yet when I looked up at him, I didn't show the heat that I felt, or at least I didn't think I did. "Well I know this could be a first for you, Detective, but as wonderful as that request was, I'm gonna have to say no thanks. Now, if you'd just make you way back out the door you came in, that would be great. Buh-bye," I said sarcastically. 

Marcus made no motion to move; in fact he pressed himself closer to me. "I'm not going anywhere, baby. If I remember correctly, the other night you practically begged me to fuck you in the interrogation room. I'm just here to finish that request."

His eyes stared into mine, and I saw the flames in them. However I wasn't ready to give up so easily just yet. "If I remember correctly, Marcus, I also asked you to kiss my ass. Are you planning to do that as well?"

"I plan on kissing every part of you, Kitten. If your ass wants a kiss, then I'll be glad to supply it with one or however it needs."

"Why are you doing this Marcus?" I asked, growing weak.

"Because I want you, little girl, and if your nipples are any clue, you want me also. I'm just taking doing what we both want," he said. I could feel the hardened pebbles of my nipples push themselves against my nightshirt, showing Marcus just how much I needed him. 

Marcus pulled his head back to look at my lips intently. "Baby, I've thought of your lips all the time for the last few days. I imagine them doing the things that you begged me to allow you to do. I wanted to feel them on mine, RIGHT NOW, little girl. Kiss me."

Without giving me time to say anything, Marcus attached his lips to mine, stealing my breath. So warm, I thought, as his lips caressed mine. This was nothing like the kisses I had had before. Those kisses had been fumbling of boys; Marcus was staking his claim as a man, showing me that what he wanted to do wasn't going to be flowers and candy. No, he didn't want to make love; yet, he wanted to fuck me, to put me in the place that he thought I needed to be.

He suddenly pulled his lips from mine, making me moan loudly. "No, not –" I began only to silenced by his finger. He looked at me, the fire in his eyes warming me and scaring me at the same time. "I'm not done yet, baby. I am going to be everything to you tonight. Understood."

I understood exactly what he meant and a shiver of pleasure went up my spine. 

"You teased me, little one, tormented my thoughts for days and all with out touching me. What do you have to say about that?"

I looked up into his deep green eyes, seeing the lust and perhaps a bit of madness lurking in them. My response, when it came, was shaky. "I- I'm sorry, sir."

"You should be sorry, kitten. Daddy's a little mad at you and before the nights over, I'm gonna spank that ass of yours.

"But first, we need to handle some business. Are you on the pill?"

"Yes."

"Good, I dislike condoms, but they would have worked until I could get you on the pill. Second, this is for you." With great ceremony, he pulled a large wad of money from his pocket. 

"What's this," I asked, sharply.

"You said for $4.99 a minute, you'd show me a good time. There's $2000 here, I figure that would take care of about 5 hours at least."

Marcus grinned at me, but I didn't see it. My eyes went red from hate and before I knew it, I'd kneed him in the balls, and then punched him in the stomach. 

"You fucking prick! What the hell is wrong with you?! Have you lost all fucking brain power, that is if you had any to begin with."



Out of Control



Chapter One

David Parker moved in next door a little over a year ago and quickly became friends with my parents. David is forty-two-years old, making him three years their junior, and the three of them spend a few nights each week playing cards or sitting on the patio talking and watching the sun go down. Since he 's been divorced for ten years mom is always trying to set him up with one of her friends, but it never works out. I heard her ask dad one night if he thought that David is gay since he doesn't seem to show much interest in the women she hooks him up with. Dad reminded her that David's divorce was a disaster and he most likely has enough painful memories to last a lifetime and doesn't want back into what he probably thinks of as a bad situation.

I was eighteen and just fresh out of high school when David moved in next door. Even though I was 'of legal age' and could legally have sex, he didn't seem all that interested in me, either. I'll admit that I'm not a glamour girl but I'm not that bad looking, so I was also wondering if he was gay. When I go to the mall, I see a lot of older men copping looks at me, and I was a little confused as to why David seemed so disinterested in me.

I didn't really care, though, and our neighbor's sexual preference wasn't a big deal. He was more than twenty years older than me and older guys have never excited me that much. I mean David is a nice looking man with the rugged good looks of a man who works outside a lot. He owns a successful contracting business building new homes and spends hours in the sun. Still, I had a thing about age and didn't want a man older than twenty. Maybe older men just intimidated me, I don't know. 

Then, one night while I was undressing I noticed a tiny wink of light coming from behind one window in David's house that looks into my bedroom. I was down to my bra and panties when I saw the tiny pinpoint of light and, at the time, I wasn't really sure I saw anything. I thought maybe it was just a trick of the light or something. But a thread of suspicion crept into my head and I grabbed the nightshirt I intended to wear and hurried to the hall bathroom.

I left the light off in the bathroom, which is next door to my room, and looked out the window at the room in David's house where I thought I had seen the light. After a few minutes I began to wonder if my mind was playing tricks on me because I didn't see anything suspicious. Then, just as I was about to leave the bathroom window, I saw it again. A small, soft orange glow - someone was smoking a cigarette while looking into my room!

I backed away from the window slowly and sat down on the toilet. My mind reeled with the realization that our neighbor was sitting in a dark room of his house and staring into my bedroom. I wondered: How long has he been doing this? I was so stunned with the impact of what I had just learned that I could barely think straight. It was the most incredible and bazaar thing that had ever happened to me.

Then the shock turned to anger and disgust. I couldn't believe that an older man - our next door neighbor - had been sitting in a dark room of his house, watching me undress. And that was precisely what David had been doing. All this time I had wondered, just as mom had, if he was gay. Well, that problem was obviously settled. I was about to call mom and dad into the bathroom and tell them what I had seen, let them set Mr. David Parker straight in a hurry. But, as I removed my bra and pulled on the long tee shirt I use as a nightshirt, I remembered that dad always warned me about acting impulsively in any bad situation, and I decided to think about it for a few days before acting on it. Sometimes acting rashly can cause more harm than good.

I turned off the light when I got back to my bedroom and crawled into bed. I knew that David couldn't see into the room with the light out but I saw the telltale wink of a cigarette for a few more minutes, then nothing else. He had obviously gone to bed himself. And, in a few more minutes I was sound asleep.

I couldn't get it out of my mind over the next two days and every time I entered my room, especially after dark, I would wonder if David was at his window watching me. Both nights at ten o'clock, when I normally undressed for my evening shower, I surreptitiously glanced at the window and saw the orange light of a cigarette. He was there watching me.

Before I saw the cigarette light the first time the most David had seen, depending on how long he'd been watching, would have been my small tits. Since I sleep with my panties on I know he never saw my pussy. Now, though, I had started undressing for bed with the light off or in the bathroom where he couldn't see me. But he was still there both nights, maybe thinking or hoping that I would let my guard down.

By the third day I began to wonder if there wasn't a little of the voyeur in me because suddenly about ten o'clock that morning I began to get aroused by the thought that a man had been staring at me at night while I undressed in my bedroom. I have no idea why it aroused me to know that David sat alone in the dark looking into my bedroom window at me, but I felt my pussy dampen at the thought. The rest of the day was tough because I kept thinking of him watching me and by that evening I was so turned on that I couldn't wait until time to get ready for bed.

I was nervous when I walked into my bedroom at ten. I didn't turn out the light and my whole body trembled with excitement as I slowly walked to the foot of my bed. I had never done anything so brazen as to expose myself to a man like this before and I was just a little anxious. I wasn't even sure if I would go through with it until suddenly I found myself shrugging out of my shirt.

I could feel my face becoming hot with embarrassment as I dropped the shirt onto the floor at my feet and sat down on the foot of my bed facing the window. I sucked in a deep breath and pushed my jeans down while I kept my eyes averted from the window. I wanted to make it look as innocent as possible so he wouldn't know that I was aware he was watching. 

The jeans went into the same pile as the shirt, followed by a pair of sexy thong panties. I know David got a decent shot of my shaved pussy because at one point my legs were spread as I removed the slinky thong. About twenty feet separate the two houses and I don't know if he could tell that I was aroused but my pussy was gushing and my thighs were glistening with my juices. My nipples, which are fat and dark, were hard by this time and I could hardly breathe from the new and sensual feelings.

I stood and quickly walked around the bed so that my small ass faced the window, shrugged into a robe and gathered my nightclothes before hurrying to the bathroom. My head buzzed with what I had just done while I sat on the edge of the tub and ran a bath of hot water. My face still burned with embarrassment but the breathtaking sensation of doing something so naughty had aroused me so that there was a puddle of my juices on the edge of the tub where I sat.

I turned off the water and slipped into the tub, sinking slowly into the warm embrace of the water. Steam rose and gathered around me as I leaned back and raised my knees. Without thinking about it I slipped my right hand between my legs and lightly traced my lips, gasping with delight at the old familiar sensation. Slowly, while I lay soaking in the hot water, I touched my pussy, caressing and rubbing my clit and sex-swollen lips until a small groan of pleasure escaped my mouth.

With the sensation of exposing myself to David still fresh in my mind, I slipped a finger, then another inside of me while I continued to rub my clit. It didn't take long before I pushed my feet against the end of the tub and raised my pussy into the air as I brought myself close to a mind-numbing orgasm. Then, just as all my thoughts seemed to do lately, the sudden realization that David had been aware that I knew he was watching came to mind and I exploded violently into orgasm. My legs trembled, my pussy quivered with the release of unbridled desires and I bit my bottom lip to keep from screaming. 

I lay for a long while in the hot water before I was able to finally finish bathing. Later, as I lay in bed staring through the window at where David had sat in the anonymity of a dark room watching me undress, I thought about what I had done. I had never been into voyeurism or exhibitionism but tonight was the most exhilarating experience of my life. And I found, even though I had felt a little awkward at the time, that I liked it.

Chapter Two

Exposing myself to my neighbor became easier with time. It was like a kid learning to lie; the first few times are hard but it gets easier every time he tells a falsehood. Over the next few nights I became less inhibited, less awkward each time I took my clothes off for David. I began to wonder if he stroked his cock while he watched me undress and if he came while he watched me. 

By the forth day after my first "exhibition" I was on fire. I went through the day looking at the clock and wishing the hands would move faster. I wanted time to hurry so that I could undress for David again. I was becoming shamelessly uninhibited and out of control. I didn't know what was happening to me but it was so intoxicating that my brain felt dazed as I went through the day wishing for the time to pass quickly.

By ten o'clock my pussy was sopping wet as I hurried to my bedroom. My parents had just gone to bed and I wasted no time taking off my clothes. I had become bolder and I felt nothing but the need to show my nude young body to my older neighbor. I stripped down quickly, standing close to the window and looking toward where I knew David would be sitting and watching me. 

This time was much different than the others. As I stood at the window I began caressing my thighs, my tummy and my small tits. I had not done that before for David but I wanted to now. Before, the most I had done was undress and parade around the room while he looked at me, then to the bathroom for a long hot soak in the tub and a mind-numbing orgasm.

I looked directly at David's darkened window while I pinched and pulled my nipples. The thought that I was being a slut only encouraged me and made me hotter. I raised one foot to the windowsill and spread my legs wide, then spread my slippery wet pussy lips with two fingers while I rocked my hips forward so that he could easily see the young, pink meat of my cunt. 

I was wet. My juices coated the inside of my thighs and I hoped he could see that I was aroused from where he sat. I pushed a finger, then two inside my little fuck hole and began pumping while I rubbed my clit with the middle finger of my right hand. I was breathing hard, my pulse was quick and my legs trembled with uncontrolled desire. This was so hot!

While I stared forward at the dark window I started rocking my hips, humping my fingers with an eager craving to exhibit myself to this older man. My fingers were wet and slippery with my juices as I continued to toy with my burning pussy. I could hear tiny mewling sounds coming from my mouth and wished he could hear them too. I wanted David to know how hot and aroused I was standing naked in front of my window and fucking my fingers while he watched.

It was so inebriating to expose myself to a man, to show him my naked body while I masturbated. A few weeks ago something like this would have disgusted me but tonight I was filled with a white-hot desire that was controlling me in a way that I had never known before. 

My fingers became a blur. I was close to orgasm and the knowledge that David would see me cum, see my face twist into an expression of utter lust and desire made my legs weak. I wanted him to see me cum; the delightfully shameless performance of masturbating for a man this way, especially since I couldn't see him, nearly drove me insane. Then, all at once, my orgasm was on me and my legs nearly gave out.

I began to shudder. My hips became jerky as my orgasm ripped wonderfully through my loins. With my light on I could see my reflection in the glass, see the distorted look of lust on my face and the way my mouth opened and closed as I whispered his name while I came hard for him. I stepped back on weak, shaky legs and collapsed onto my bed. My pussy, thighs and hands were coated with my juices and cum as I lay gasping for breath. In a few moments, as I lay on the bed, my pussy quivering with the most breathtaking climax ever, I fell asleep.

Chapter Three

I woke up around three. The bedroom light was still on and I lay curled on the bed, still naked from the exhibition I had given David earlier. I glanced at the window but with the light on it was impossible to tell if my neighbor was sitting in his room staring at me. I doubted it, though, since it was so late, but that made little difference. Just thinking of the shameless display of last night, masturbating and bringing myself to a breathtaking orgasm for an older man while he watched quickened my pulse. 

I could feel my pussy becoming wet again as I lay in bed with the images fresh in my head. I could see my face, wild and twisted with desire as I looked toward where I knew David was sitting. The past several days had become so unbelievably erotic and I realized I was losing control of myself. It was amazing how much I enjoyed the blatant display of being a slut to a man who hadn't even touched me sexually. And the images in my head were fueling my lust again.

I swung my feet onto the floor and grabbed a clean pair of panties and a nightshirt, then slowly walked to the door. Even though I was sure David was asleep, it brought out the new sensation of being a slut for an older man as I paraded my naked young body around the room. At the door I bent over for at least two minutes and spread my ass cheeks. I don't know why I did that because I've never been into anal but I wanted him to see my tight little hole just in case he was looking.

Again, as I lay in a tub of hot water, I loved my pussy while I thought about my next door neighbor. It was then that I realized I was beginning to want him as a lover. Actually, the idea had been there - especially the night before while I stood with my pussy only a few inches from the window - for the past week. Now, as I lightly caressed my wet lips and gently flicked my clit with a middle finger, the overriding passion in my head was impaling my cunt on David's cock.

I wanted my toy, the long black one that has a big, bulbous cock head, but I was too far gone to leave the tub, dry off and go to my bedroom. I needed something now - I needed desperately to have something hard and thick inside of me if I couldn't have my older neighbor's cock. I searched the bathroom, my eyes wild with unrestrained desire and settled on a round glass bottle of cologne that belongs to my dad. It's a replica of a submarine, about eight inches long and fairly thick, with a nice blunt end. I scrambled from the tub and grabbed the glass submarine as small whimpering sounds came from my mouth. 

I frantically rubbed the blunt end up and down my wet, slippery gash, lubricating it with my juices before pressing it to my fuck hole. My hands trembled while I pushed and a tiny groan of pleasure came from my lips as I felt it begin to sink into me. I was nearly feverish with unbridled passion as my lips began to expand to accommodate the thick, round girth of the miniature glass sub.

"Oh, David!" I hissed quietly through clenched teeth. "Your big cock feels so good!"

And I could hear his voice in my head. "You like that, Aubrey?"

"Fuck, yes!"

"Then, take it all the way in!"

I groaned and pushed my new fuck toy further into my pussy, then slowly pulled it back out. I pushed it back in and cried out softly. The feeling of spreading my lips again was intoxicating and I couldn't get enough. I stood in front of the counter, with my long, slender legs spread wide and glanced into the mirror. Normally I would have been shocked; my short, dark hair was disheveled, my eyes wide and staring and I resembled a crazy woman who has lost all sense of who she is. For the most part, that was exactly who I had become. And I didn't care.

I stared at my face in the mirror. I recognized the look as the same one I had worn last night when I caught my reflection in the window pane. This was the look that David had seen; this was how I looked when I was on fire and out of control with unrestrained lust. I liked it! At that moment I wanted to be filled with his cock and staring boldly into his eyes while he looked into my face. I wanted him to see the lustful expression I was looking at in the mirror.

"Oh, David..."

My voice was a small, soft whisper as I began to pound my cunt with the glass submarine. I closed my eyes and imagined that my neighbor was in me, piercing my blazing pussy with his hard manhood. In and out I sent the glass decanter, it's bulbous end pushing into me and withdrawing in such a breathtaking way. My legs began to tremble and I could hardly breathe as my orgasm built to a powerful peak before it finally exploded deep within me. 

I sank to the floor on my knees and held the glass submarine deep inside of me while my orgasm continued to hold me in its powerful grip. My pussy quivered violently, my whole body trembled and I had to struggle not to scream. It was probably the fiercest orgasm I had ever experienced. Several long minutes passed before I could finally move and sink slowly back into a tub of water that had grown tepid.

Chapter Four

I didn't understand what was happening to me. Never in my life had I been so out of control, so indifferent to everything around me but the need to quench the sudden overwhelming desires that threatened to overcome me. It was so crazy. What started out as harmless exhibitionism that embarrassed me so much in the beginning, was now taking control of me. I couldn't get enough of standing in front of my bedroom window and exposing myself to a man - an older man, at that - and letting him devour my naked body with his eyes while I shamelessly masturbated for him.

David was older, considerably older than me, and that age gap had never been a turn on for me. Older men, even when they looked as handsome as David, had never done anything sexually for me. But, now, I wanted him. I wanted to feel him deep inside of me, fucking my cunt with hard even thrusts and taking me to levels of passion I had only dreamed of before. 

In the space of a few weeks I had become a wanton slut craving a man who sat in the dark watching me make love to myself. I can't even describe how it made me feel to show myself to him this way, to spread my naked legs and masturbate while he watched. I was becoming obsessed with putting my naked body on display for an older man so much that it was all I could think of during the day. 

The day after I discovered how nice daddy's cologne decanter could feel to my burning cunt I walked around the house aimlessly, again willing the time forward. The nightly routine of exposing myself audaciously to David was becoming a drug and I couldn't get enough. The memory of the night before, standing in front of the window and masturbating for my neighbor, was so vivid and erotic in my mind that I had to masturbate twice.

That night when 10:00 finally came I walked into my room on legs that trembled so much I could barely walk. But the trembling didn't come from awkwardness or anxiety as it did the first few times. This time I trembled because of a powerful urge to do what I was beginning to enjoy so much that I couldn't seem to get enough. It was then that I realized I was losing touch with reality, yet is didn't seem to matter.

I walked to the window and stared. Because my light was on it took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust but I finally saw the small wink of a cigarette being drawn on. With a harsh cry of delight I began to undress. My lover, as I had started thinking of David, was waiting and I wanted so badly to please him. I wanted to take my clothes off so he could look at my naked body. My fingers fumbled with buttons and zippers as I frantically undressed. I knew I probably looked like a mad woman as I undressed, nearly ripping my clothes from my body in a hurry to be naked.




Out of Control



I was gasping for breath when I finally kicked my thong to one side and pressed against the window. My pussy was sopping wet and I reached for the black dildo I had laid on the windowsill. A loud gasp of pleasure escaped my lips when I pushed and felt the black rubber head penetrate deep into me. Slowly, as I stared into the black void to where I had seen the flare of David's burning cigarette, I fucked my cunt with my toy. Tiny mewling sounds came from my mouth and I could once again see the twisted look of unbridled lust in the reflection of the window. 

Suddenly, a light came on in David's house and I froze. It was so inexplicable that I just stood there with four inches of the dildo still inside of me looking at David. He was sitting in a chair as I had imagined days ago and facing me. He was also completely naked! His legs were spread and my eyes were immediately drawn to his cock. It was huge! There was a bend in his shaft that made it resemble a scimitar and the bulbous head looked bigger than the head on my black dildo.

My cell phone rang and I raised my eyes to his face. David, still staring directly at me, held a cordless phone to one ear. I looked at my cell, knowing who was on the other end. It seemed like the air in my chest had expanded as I reached for my cell phone with a trembling hand.

"Do you like my cock, Aubrey?" he asked softly when I answered.

I closed my eyes and simply nodded.

"Would you rather have it in your pussy instead of the dildo?"

"Yes..." I managed to say in a voice that was so soft I was afraid he couldn't hear me.

"Tell me you want my cock, Aubrey."

"I...I...want your cock," I stammered.

"Beg me for my cock."

"Please, David!" I cried softly. "Please give me your cock!"

"You're a whore, aren't you, baby?" he asked. "You're a slut."

"Yes!"

"Say it."

"I'm a whore, David. I'm a slut!"

I couldn't believe I was saying these things, humiliating and debasing myself to a man this way. But I wanted to do it. For some inexplicable reason it fueled my desires to admit that I was a slut and a whore to David. Standing naked in front of my window, looking across into his room at his huge cock, I wanted to do anything to please him.

"I want you to come over hear, Aubrey," he said softly. "Don't put on any clothes. Just leave through the front door and walk to my front door, let yourself in and come back to my room."

"But, David, I can't walk across our yards naked," I complained. "The neighbors - "

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

I nodded. I wanted him to fuck me so bad. I wanted to feel that monster deep inside of my pussy, pounding me, filling me with its huge size. I stared across into his room at his huge manhood, my eyes wide with desire. 

"Then, do as I told you to."

I turned off the cell phone and left my room. I stood in the hall and looked toward my parents' room afraid to go any further but wanting to do as David had told me. The thought of walking out the front door without any clothes on and across the yard to David's house was so deliciously naughty that my legs trembled with desire. I could feel my pussy dripping as I walked through the front room to the door.

The air outside was cool on my wet pussy and thighs and I stood in the darkness of the front porch for a moment looking up and down the street. I sucked in a deep breath and stepped off the porch. As I walked slowly across the yard toward David's house I could see that the lights were still on in some of the houses across the street but I kept walking. For some reason I couldn't identify I didn't hurry. I walked slowly, savoring the rush of this new sensation of exposing my naked body in public. Even if it was a little after 10:30 it still felt wicked and I liked it.

His front door was open and I stepped inside and walked down the hall to the room I knew he would be in. When I stopped in the doorway, David was still sitting in the desk chair. He swiveled around and I gasped loudly. His cock looked even bigger now that I was closer. 

"You like it?"

"Yes," I nodded.

"Come here, baby."

I walked across the room to where David sat and knelt between his legs. Instinctively, I knew what he wanted without asking or having to think about it. I took his monster cock in one hand and stared it. It was so sleek, so big and throbbing in my hand that all I could do was stare. I loved it! Never had I known any guy with a cock so big and I wanted desperately to make love to it for hours.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the base of his cock and kissed it lightly, then began trailing the wet, pink tip of my tongue slowly up along the underside of his thick shaft. David gasped softly. I licked his shaft and teased the large head, licking and tasting his pre cum before finally opening my mouth and taking him in me.

My lips felt stretched to the limit as I slowly took the big bulbous head in. His hands were on my head, his fingers combing through my dark hair as I slowly lowered my face until I started gagging. I held my head still for a moment longer, as long as I could, and then pulled back. I fucked David's cock this way several times, eliciting loud groans of pleasure from him.

"Such a good little cock sucker," he murmured softy.

"You like that?" I asked taking his cock from my mouth.

"Oh, yeah, baby."

"Have you been thinking of fucking me since I started exposing myself to you?"

"Every night, Aubrey." He pulled my face back to his cock and I felt the head press against my lips. "And tonight I'm going to fuck you long and hard!"

"MMMMM!"

I took the head of his cock back into my mouth and began sucking furiously while I wrapped the fingers of one hand around his fat shaft and pumped it. I massaged and fondled his cum-filled balls with the other hand while he arched his back slightly. David was so huge in my mouth, and the awareness of having such an enormous cock in my mouth was breathtaking. 

I knew after several minutes that he was more than just aroused. He was out of control as I had been for days. His hands grabbed my head and he began pumping his cock in and out of my furiously sucking mouth. He was so big; my lips were stretched so wide, that it was almost an incredible feat that he was actually inside my mouth. 

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum!"

My pulse quickened and I felt a shudder of delight run through my pussy. I wanted his seed in me! I wanted to taste this older man's hot cum in my mouth, and then swallow it into my tummy while he watched. I was going crazy with desire for him and I wanted to do anything to please him. Never had any man affected me this way before. I felt like such a slut kneeling between an older man's legs while he fucked my mouth with his hard cock.

David tensed suddenly and a second later he exploded inside my mouth, filling me with the most delicious cum I had ever tasted. Ropes of thick, scalding seed shot into me and I took every drop before he finally pulled his manhood from my cum-filled mouth. I looked up at David, something I've never done before, and opened my mouth wide. His eyes locked onto me and, while he watched, I swallowed every drop if his seed.

"I've never had a blow job like that," he grinned.

"I've never sucked a cock as big as yours," I giggled as I licked a drop of cum from the big purple head.

"You have no idea how sexy you look with your lips stretched around a cock."

"I'm glad you liked it."

David led me to his bed and I crawled onto it, and then rolled onto my back as he spread my legs wide. He knelt on the bed holding my feet in his hands as he stared at my bald cunt. I could see a bright gleam of lust in his eyes as he stared at me. Before David I wasn't comfortable with a guy looking at my pussy but in just a few weeks I had dropped so many inhibitions that I welcomed this man's attention. Watching him stare at my cunt with so much eager desire in his eyes was exhilarating and I could feel my pulse racing.

I gasped with surprise when David suddenly sucked one of my big toes into his mouth. For the next several minutes he made love to my feet, sucking my toes, licking and kissing the pink soles of my feet while I watched. The way his tongue swirled and caressed my feet was breathtaking and his lips on my soles drove me mad with desire.

He worked his way slowly up my legs, kissing and licking them until he finally got to my pussy. Again he stared at my pussy without touching, his eyes drinking in every detail while I lay waiting for him to press his lips to my slippery wet gash. I was so aroused I could hardly breathe. David was driving me crazy and I wanted to scream at him to eat my pussy.

Suddenly, he began to lick the smooth skin of my puffy mound, his tongue gliding lightly over it and sending tremors of blistering delight deep into me. I cried out softly and began kneading my small tits, working them roughly with my hands, pinching and pulling my hard, fat nipples while I watched through lust-crazed eyes. David's tongue was setting me on fire.

"Eat me, David!" I cried out. 

"You like that, baby?"

"Yes! Oh, fuck, I love it! Make me cum!"

He consumed me with his tongue and lips. I began rocking my hips, fucking his willing mouth, thrusting myself against him with an animal-like intensity. I screamed when he flicked my clit with his tongue, then sucked it between his lips and loved it. He pushed a fat finger deep into my fuck hole, then another and began pumping me hard and fast while I whimpered with unrestrained delight.

I was losing it. I could feel my orgasm quickly approaching as he continued to devour my cunt. I grabbed his head and held him while I rubbed my pussy on his mouth. I turned my head and looked into the dresser mirror and saw my reflection; the same twisted look of lust on my face that I had seen in the mirror and the reflection in the window, and I lost it. I saw my face at the instant I screamed when I finally succumbed to the powerful orgasm that suddenly ripped through me.

My orgasm took control of me in such a delicious way that I was sorry when it finally subsided. I lay gasping for breath while David scooted up beside me. I rolled onto my side and he pulled me into a tight embrace, his hands caressing my back and ass cheeks. When he pressed his lips to mine I parted my lips and gladly took his tongue into my mouth. We kissed with uninhibited passion, our bodies twisting delightfully together, our hands caressing and exploring.

"How long have you been watching through my window?" I asked with a playful smile.

"Since right after I moved in," he answered. "You never lower your blinds and I couldn't help it. You are very sexy to look at."

"Thank you." 

"You've really been putting on a show the past few weeks."

I grinned. I told him about seeing the glow of his cigarette that one night and how knowing that a man was watching me undress at night eventually got me so hot that I had to put on a show for him. I told him about masturbating in the tub at night and how it made me feel to masturbate in front of him.

"You made me cum hard when I watched you masturbate at your window," he admitted in a voice filled with lust.

"Yeah, well, you've done the same for me just knowing that you were watching me."

"Did you like walking over here naked tonight?"

"I smiled. "I loved it!"

His left hand had been lightly caressing my ass as we talked. The tips of his fingers sent delightful shudders through me each time he ran them slowly along my crack. I had my right leg over his and he suddenly reached down and dipped a finger, then a second into my cunt. I groaned loudly. Then, slowly, he ran his fingers back up my crack between my cheeks and began to toy with my tight asshole. No one had touched my asshole before and the feeling was delicious.

Then, without warning, David pushed one finger slowly into my ass. I sucked in a sharp breath of air and felt my eyes widen as his finger disappeared inside of me. His eyes were on mine, watching me as he slowly finger-fucked my ass. David twisted his fat finger, expanding my hole, making it bigger with each spiral-like movement in me. In and out he slowly fucked my tight asshole while I lay staring into his eyes. 

"You like that?" he asked softly.

I nodded and swallowed hard.

"You have such a tight little shit hole."

"Oh, David..."

"Do you want me to stop, Aubrey?"

"No! Oh, fuck, no!"

His finger hurt my ass a little, but in some perverse way that I can't even define, I liked it. I liked his fat finger violating my ass, slowly pumping in and out of me. I took his face in my hands and kissed him hard. When David pushed his tongue into my mouth I started sucking on it while I stared deep into his eyes. All at once, without a word, my older lover pushed a second finger into my ass and I cried out sharply.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

"Such a tight little asshole."

"Oh, David!"

I reached between his legs and found his cock. He was hard again and I wrapped my fingers around the fat shaft and began to jack him off. He arched his back a little and we lay together, David pumping my ass with his fat fingers, me jacking his monster cock. His lips were all over my face, kissing me, his tongue licking and tasting my cheeks, lips eyes and nose.

"Fuck me, David! Shove your big dick in my cunt!"

"Roll over," he gasped. "I want to fuck your cunt from behind!"

I was hot. Tiny mewling sounds of desire came from my mouth as I frantically rolled over and pushed my ass into the air. I rested my face on the pillow as David got into position behind me. I felt his cock head rubbing up and down between my slippery wet lips, greasing the large head with my juices. I had never had a cock as large as his in me and I was anticipating the feel of him pushing deep into me.

Then, I felt him. Oh, fuck, he was huge! It felt like my pussy was splitting apart as he pushed slowly into my wet, cock-hungry pussy. His strong hands were on my hips, pulling me back to him as he pushed his cock into me. Finally, David's cock was deep inside of me as he began to thrust in and out, long and hard, with my pussy gripping him tightly. . "So good..." I mumbled softly.

"You like my fat cock in your tight little cunt?"

"I love it!"

"I've wanted to fuck you since the first day I saw you."

"You like fucking little girls like me?" I gasped.

"Oh, yeah!"

David slid both hands under me and grasped my tits, squeezing them hard. His fingers pinched and pulled my fat nipples and the pain only seemed to fuel my lust. I moaned long and hard as he savagely toyed with my tits and fucked me with his hard, fat monster cock. I was delirious with desire and I didn't want it to end. I wanted to stay just as I was with my older lover fucking me from behind, stretching my cunt with his fat meat.

David cupped a hand over my mound and I gasped as he began playing with my clit. He rolled his finger around it in tiny little circles while his cock continued to pound my fuck hole. I began to talk dirty to him, telling him how good his big dick felt inside of me, begging him to fuck me and make me feel it. I could hear the level of his lust in the harsh, ragged sound of his breathing.

Suddenly, David pulled his cock from my pussy. My eyes, which had been closed, opened wide and I started to plead with him to put his cock back in me. I didn't want his cock anywhere but in my pussy, fucking me with hard, fast strokes while his fingers toyed with my sex-swollen clit. Then, I felt something I hadn't felt before and at first I was a little confused. Alarm bells went off in my head but it was too late.

I screamed when David's massive cock head began to penetrate my ass, it's huge girth expanding my virgin anal ring beyond belief. I tried to crawl away but he held my hips tightly with his strong hands. It hurt. Oh, fuck, it hurt. The pain was incredible, more so than when I lost my virginity. I held my breath and gritted my teeth as his fat meat continued to push into me with agonizing slowness. I don't know how long it took but suddenly I was aware that he had stopped. 

"I'm inside, Aubrey," he said softly. "It'll be ok in a minute."

"It hurts, David," I gasped.

"The pain will go away. Trust me."

"Please...pull it out," I pleaded.

"I can't, baby." I heard the unmistakable sound of desire in his voice and I knew he wouldn't pull his cock out of me. "I have to fuck your tight little ass."

Slowly, he pulled back until only the head was inside of me, and then pushed back into me. David began to fuck my ass with slow thrusts, rocking his hips gently as I continued to grit my teeth. His cock felt as huge as the big end of a baseball bat and all I wanted at that moment was for him to hurry and cum in me, so he would pull his monster meat out of my ravaged ass.

Then, suddenly, the pain began to ease and I opened my eyes. I couldn't believe it. Not only had much of the pain faded away but also I was actually beginning to enjoy it. The feeling of being filled with so much cock, having it deep in my ass was a new sensation. I found myself pushing back at David, wanting desperately to have my ass impaled on his cock.

"You feeling better?" he asked.

"Yes!"

"You like having my cock in your ass?"

"Fuck, yes!" I hissed. "Fuck my tight shithole, baby!"

"You want me to fuck it harder?" His voice was thick with lust as he continued to slowly fuck my ass.

"Yes! Oh, baby, fuck my ass! Fuck it hard and fast! Make me feel it!"

I couldn't believe those words had come from my mouth. I was so turned on that I didn't want it to stop. I wanted the feeling of David in me to go on forever. I reached a hand between my legs and began to rub my clit furiously, tiny gasps of delight coming from my mouth as I reveled in the new feeling of being fucked in the ass. I knew then that I would never be able to fuck a man again without having him in my ass at least once. 

David tensed suddenly and I felt his cock explode deep inside my ass. Feeling him cum in my ass, knowing that he was in a place that I would never have considered letting a man fuck me, triggered my own orgasm and I cried out his name. Wave after wave of the most delicious orgasm washed over me and sent delightful tremors of pleasure deep into my tummy. We stayed in that position for a long while before David finally collapsed onto the bed beside me.

It was the most breathtaking experience of my life. I had never made love so intensely, so savagely in my life, yet I had loved every minute of it. At one time, the idea of making love to an older man was something I wouldn't consider. But later, as I lay in a tub of hot water, feeling it's warmth on my ravaged ass and pussy, I knew that I would return to David's house the next night. And I would go to him as often as he wanted me.



Out of Control



Chapter 1 

First you would have to stand still before me while I inspected your body. I would run my hands under your dress to ensure that you were totally open and available to me. I instruct you to bend over the table and raise your dress above your waist and make you spread your legs wide.

I would slide a finger between your legs, feel your wetness and slide two fingers into you to see how tight you are.

I then take your wrist and cuff you to the corners of the table so that your head reaches the other side to make your mouth available to me.

I tie your legs wide to the table legs so all your body is available to me to use how I wish. You know you have been disobedient and deserve to be punished but you do not know what form it is going to take....

I move away and open the bag I have with and take out of the bag a large vibrator and I walk around the table so that I am standing behind you looking at your exposed arse and pussy lips....I notice the moisture on your lips and I slide the vibrator along your lips and turn it on low and see that when it rubs softly into your clit you raise your bottom and moan softly..... 

At that I slap you hard across you backside with my open hand and you jerk away and cry out at the sudden shock of it. 

I then smack your other buttock and give you three on each side as they turn a glowing pink, you plead with me to stop, and when I do you relax thinking the punishment has stopped little understanding that it is only just starting...... 

I take the large vibrator and place it against your cunt and although you are juicy I have to push the cock hard into you sliding it in and out to gain the depth and you gasp as you feel it stretching you wide and penetrating deep into....When it is as deep in you as it will go I turn it on and you can feel the gently vibrations as it stimulates you...

I move back to the bag and take out... a paddle and I move around the table until I am standing by your head. I undo the belt on my trousers letting them fall to the ground and you see the bulge of my large hard cock pressing against my boxer shorts. 

I release it from its constraints and its 8 inches of rock hard cock is now only inches from your mouth. 

"Do you want this in your mouth Slut?" I ask. You are slow to respond and I bring the paddle down hard on your butt. You cry out at the sudden shock. 

"Do you want this in your mouth Slut?" I repeat. 

"Yes please" you say and immediately their is another smack across your buttocks. 

"Yes please SIR" you quickly say as you realise your mistake. Tied as you are it is difficult for you to raise your head to take my cock in your mouth. Your mouth opens and the hard head of my cock glides past your smooth lips and you start moving your head up and down over head and as far down the shaft as it will go twirling your tongue around the head as you do so. 

The pain of spankings has dissipated to a hot throbbing and the vibrator in your cunt is making you get juicier and juicier and you can slowly feel the pressure building without being able to get control or gain the final release. 

After a relatively short time the sight of you lying their with your body totally at my mercy and the feeling of your mouth all over my hard cock is too much and I feel the need to really feel release and I grab your head and thrust my cock deep in your mouth. You struggle to take its full length as it is thrust in and out and then you feel it pulsates as a flood of cum hits the back of your throat. 

"Swallow every drop or you will be in trouble" you are told and I milk the last of the cum from my cock and wipe it around your mouth. 

"That's the first" I say. "Two more to go and the with the edge taken off I will be able to enjoy the others for much longer now." 

The heat in your cunt has been building up and you plead for me to give you release but I dismiss this and say you will only cum when I say otherwise you will be severely punished and I walk around the table and release you from your ties. 

I tell you to take up your submissive position and to leave the large vibrator in your cunt and you kneel on the floor with head bowed and your thighs clutching and releasing the vibrator to try and focus the stimulation. 

Seeing what you are doing I stand in-front of you and tell you to take my cock into your mouth and to play with me to make me hard again. 

You take my cock in your hands and lower your mouth to it and as you take it into your mouth you stroke by balls and you feel it start to strengthen....

Chapter 2

As my cock hardens I pull clear and instruct you to stand up and remove your dress. You stand and let your dress drop around your feet revealing your all of your body to me except your breasts that are contained by a flimsy bra. You are nervous because I had instructed you not to be wearing underclothes and you are fearful of my reaction. 

In a quiet voice I instruct you to remove the bra and stand with your hands behind your back and to spread your legs. As you move your legs apart I remove the vibrator from your cunt and it almost slides out from the juices that are soaking it. 

You are now totally exposed to me and I slowly walk around you inspecting my property. When I am behind you I reach around you and run my hands over your breasts and you feel my hard cock nestling against you. 

Without warning I take your nipples in my hands and twist them cruelly making you moan with the pain but accepting your punishment for your indiscretion. I whisper in your ear while I continue to hold them that this is but the start and that I expect complete obedience. 

I release your nipples and lead you into the bedroom and across to the bed, where I sit on the edge of the be and pull you across my knees. I run my hand over your backside and slide two fingers into you and feel how wet and juicy you are. I then slide my fingers further around and stroke your engorged clit which causes you to writhe on my lap and you have to spread your legs even wider to keep your balance. I tell you to not get too excited and bring my hand sharply onto your right buttock which causes your buttocks to clench and you cry out at the pain. I tell you to count the strokes to twenty and you count through gritted teeth as I alternatively spank you left and right cheeks. Your bottom now has a delightful red glow and you are moaning as you get to twenty. 

I slide two fingers into you to get juicy again and then slide them up to the tight little ring of your arse and you tense up as I slide first one finger then the two slowly into your bottom. The tightness excites me and I slowly slide them in and out to expand the ring and I tell you how much I am going to enjoy sliding my large hard cock into such a tight hole. As I say this my other hand has slid under you and is stroking and pulling on your clit and you can hardly restrain yourself from cumming then and there. 

I remove my hands and tell you to get up on the bed and to kneel with your knees close to the edge of the bed with your head and shoulders resting in the middle of the bed. As you get into that position I spread you knees out and tell you to wait in that position. 

I leave the room briefly before returning with my bag from which I take a butt plug which I lubricate with some potion from the bag. I walk behind you and admire the lovely pink tinge to your buttocks and once again enjoy the feeling of sliding fingers inside you and around cunt. Then you feel the feel the pressure as the plug is slowly pressed against your sphincter muscle and spreads your hole apart. You feel as if it must almost be splitting you before the head is past and you have the feeling of being incredible full as the muscle settles around the neck. 

As I slide my fingers inside you cunt I can feel the bulk of it through your vagina wall. I reach over and take your hands and with a set of handcuffs from the bag cuff your hands behind you back and then step back to admire the sight of you; being able to access all parts of your body as and when I want....

Chapter 3

The sight of on the bed hands tied behind your back is incredibly desirable and I stroke my hand over your buttocks before I move my hands down to your cunt and with my thumbs pull your lips apart. I kneel down and slip my tongue inside you before licking you from your clit up to cunt and thrusting my tongue deep inside you, tasting your delicious juices. This draws a moan from you and I start to lick your clit sucking it and flicking it with my tongue. You cannot control yourself and your hips start moving around and thrusting back towards me while you're moaning gets louder and louder. I keep licking you and you ask if you can cum and I deny you and remind you that you mustn't cum with out my permission.

I can feel your cunt getting juicier and juicier and I stand up and slide my rock hard cock as hard and deep inside you. I can feel your muscles slide over the length of my cock as I thrust in and out of you, harder and more urgently as the pressure builds up. I take hold of your bound hands and pull you back towards me as the pressure starts to push you across the bed. 

You rock back into me loving the feeling as I slam into you, moaning more and more, begging to be released from the tension building up inside you and when I slid my hand around and stoke your clit it is too much for you and you cum in a tremendous orgasm which almost dislodges me but I grab your hips and pull you back hard onto me and the sight and sound of you cumming is too much for me and my orgasm bursts from me filling your hot tight cunt with cum as I slump forward over you pushing flat on the bed with my cock still in you.

I roll to the side pulling you over with me and I lie there with my cock inside you as you continue to shake with the aftermath of your orgasm. I whisper to you that you have been disobedient and cum without permission and that there will be consequences and you beg and say that it was impossible to control that and it was too strong but you know that there are no excuses and that the punishment will come.

I slide out of you and uncuff your hands as I get up off the bed. Your body has a delicious glow to it and I run my hand over your breasts and down your body and enjoying the feel of it and seeing your reaction as gently massage your body.

I tell you to roll onto your back and to move up the bed and I take each of your wrists and fasten by cuffs to each side of the headboard...

Chapter 4

I walk out of the room leaving you there contemplating what is going to happen next and still luxuriating in the afterglow of your orgasm. The heat is radiating out from the areas you have been spanked but you are nervous and concerned about the punishment for your misbehaviour. You hear me reenter the room and see that I have brought "the bag" into the room. 

I place the bag beside the bed and sit down next to you. In my hand is a bottle of oil and I pour some onto your breasts and down onto your stomach. I gently massage your breasts and stomach and run my hands down into the V of your legs feeling the soft silky smoothness and luxuriating in the feel of your body under my hands. Your senses are heightened by your orgasm and every touch causes you to murmur and you are hoping that I will ignore your indiscretions - until I whisper in your ear that the punishment will start soon.

I reach into the bag and take out a blindfold and fasten it over your eyes and behind your head. You can see nothing and feel me stand up from the bed. I reach down behind the headboard and pull out the strap that is attached to one corner of the headboard. I pass this around your thigh just above your knee and pull the strap tight. This pulls your knee towards the top corner of the bed. Another cord is hanging from the ceiling and this is tied to your ankle and your foot is raised high in the air. I repeat the procedure for your other leg. I tighten the cords until you back is raised off the bed and place a bolster under your back for your support.

Your legs are now spread wide apart, held high in the air and I have complete access to both your holes and to the backs of your thighs and buttocks. You are completely at my mercy. I kneel on the bed and I run my hand down the back of your leg and stroke you on cunt and feel the juiciness and slipperiness all around. I bend my head down to you and taste the juices and run my tongue up you until it reaches your clit. My tongue twirls around your clit, still sensitive from your orgasm and your hips jerk and pull away at the intense feeling. You moan as I slide two fingers inside you and I grasp your clit between my lips, flicking my tongue over it causing you to try and throw your hips around. The fingers inside you start to stroke the top inside of your vaginal wall and the pressure causes you try and squeeze your thighs together – unable to do so due to the way you are tied. 

I can feel the pressure building up inside you as you wriggle your hips and thrust them as much as you can into my face and I sit back and watch the desperation as the stimulation is taken away. You plead with me to continue but I just laugh and tell you to be quiet as you have not had your punishment yet.

However I keep my fingers inside you and start slowly to move them in and out of you and slowly I add another finger to you stretching you wider as your cunt expands to first accommodate the one extra finger and then two. It is getting incredible tight and you are moaning begging me to stop but I keep sliding the fingers in and out helped by the combined juices that have made you so wet. I point my thumb into my palm and slowly press my hand into you. You try to squirm away but I hold you there with my other arm around your hips and slowly ever so slowly my hand slides into you. The pressure when the bulk of my hand presses against you is intense, you feel like you are being split in two but suddenly my hand is past the narrowest point and the pressure is lessened as you cunt lips close around my wrist. I hold my hand steady as slowly the pain subsides and a feeling of incredible fullness and total subjugation flow over as I am in total control of your most intimate parts.

You feel a slow build up of heat as I slowly slide my hand a little way into and out of you and it is like you are being controlled by an enormous cock, only one that can convey an incredible amount of feeling as I move my fingers inside you. The thoughts cause you to slowly move your hips in time with the movement of my hand and you slowly feel the sexual tension start to build up within you. You can feel both the hand inside you and the butt plug which I start to move slowly in your arse and the stimulation of the nerves adds to the overwhelming sensations and you start moaning with the pleasure/pain of it all and squirming around my hand. The feeling is incredible and when I bend down and with my tongue start flicking your clit with my tongue it sends you into an incredible orgasm and your hips jerk high and then the muscles in your vagina clamp down on my hand as you thrust you hips down hard on the bed. Your body shakes for some considerable time as the aftershocks continue to make you tremble.

Slowly I remove hand from your cunt and the ache as your cunt stretches to release my hand acts as a counterpoint to the feelings release you have just experienced. However in the back of your mind there is also a feeling of concern as you realise that you have just cum again without my permission. As you start to murmur an apology I just laugh and tell you that I have not finished with you yet – in fact there is a long way for you to go yet an you yelp a little as I pull the butt plug from you.

You are feeling pretty exhausted and I leave the blindfold on as I get up from the bed and leave you lying their still tied to the bed while I leave the room......

Chapter 5

You doze off after a time and drift in and out of awareness, conscious at times of the sound of my voice in the distance as if I am talking on the phone, lying their unable to see, luxuriating in the aftermath of your experiences but uncertain as to what will happen next.

You gradually become aware that I have reentered the room and I ask you if you are ready to submit to your punishment. You know that you have no option tied the way you are and you numbly nod your head in acquiescence. I repeat the question and you know that you have to say it aloud and you quietly say "Yes master". 

Unable to see you lie there waiting for the punishment to start trembling as you hear a swishing sound in the air. Then without warning the first sting as the whips cords land on the back of your left thigh and wrap around onto the soft inner thigh. You cry out in surprise but before you can catch your breath the next blow lands closer to your buttocks and harder than the first and then there is a constant flurry of strokes that end up smacking over your buttocks. Each strike is slightly harder than the last and you are moaning constantly as the pain increases as does the heat radiating from the site of the whipping. 

There is a slight pause as I walk around the bed and then I resume and repeat the same pattern down the back of your right leg and onto your buttocks again. The heat intensifies and the pain has built into a constant ache that is offset by the feelings being generated. 

A brief pause again as I move to the head of the bed and I bring the whip down the length of the back of your leg, two on each side and then the next stroke comes down right in the centre across the lips of your cunt and along the crack of your arse. You writhe at the sudden shock of it and cry out loudly raising the desire in me to new heights.

I move quickly to between your legs and with them tied up and split apart it is but a second before I plunge my huge rock hard cock deep into your cunt. The pain as I slam into your sore backside, thighs and cunt is immense but it also creates the most intense feelings inside you.

You feel me withdraw and then the head of my cock is pressing against your arse and you feel me slowly slide into your tight arse. In spite of the butt plug earlier you feel a new level of pain as you slowly open up for me lubricated by the juices of your gushing cunt.

Slowly I force the full length of it in and the feeling of tightness is incredibly stimulating and as I start to move in a rhythm in and out your tight sphincter muscle massages my cock in an incredible way quickly moving me towards orgasm. 

As the pressure mounts I flick the whip in my hand across your nipples that are exposed to me and the incredible sensitivity of them causes you to cry out in agony and ecstasy and as I start to cum in an incredibly orgasm I stoke your clit a few times and it sends you over the limit into a tremendous orgasm as well. 

I slowly slide my cock from within you and collapse back on the bed exhausted by the orgasm and I lie there admiring the stripes on the backs of your legs and arse and seeing the cum leaking out of you bottom. 

You can feel the heat emanating from the backs of your legs and your cunt arse and nipples are aching from the treatment they have received and as I reach up and release your legs and arms from the restraints there is a relief as they fall to the bed as well as the pain of the pressure of lying on them. I roll you over and gently massage oil into the backs of your legs and buttocks and the pain subsides into a dull ache as you surrender yourself to massage.

You feel me role off the bed and I untie your hands and kiss you deeply and passionately on the mouth and whisper what a good slave you have been. I tell you to relax and rest and tell you I am leaving for the night but will be back tomorrow evening and that we will go out to dinner at 7.00pm and that you need to be appropriately dressed and with that I leave the room.



Out of Control



"The lights that move sideways and up and down/The beat takes you over and spins you round/Our hearts steady-beating, the sweat turns to cold/We're slaves to the DJ and out of control"

The music is so loud it deafens out all other senses. I see the beat in the pulse and sway of the dance floor and feel it in my feet and hips and hands. My body moves regardless of me and sweat and slicks up my whole body. My thighs are moist where they run together as I sway and my hands encounter wetness as I run them down my bare sides. 

The dance floor is packed and hundreds of bodies move and grind in time, in unison. I feel connected and I feel alive. Everywhere around me people are bumping and swaying against me. A girl and a guy are making love on the dance floor, she is sliding up and down against him and every time she comes down she brushes against me. The music and the heat and the smoke and the stench of lust in the club is driving me crazy. Every time I lift my eyes, animal eyes are there to greet them and suck them in. 

The music catches momentarily as dark, thumping bass vibrates in my internal organs. Then something soft and spicy and Spanish begins to play. My hips sway voluptuously of their own accord. The dance floor materialises behind me.

His hands are on my waist. They are huge hands. They almost encircle my middle. He moves my hips and they sway and when I lean back, I am moving in time to his body. All I can feel is his height and the firmness of his body and we sway and sweat. The music is seducing me. I am dripping.

The song finishes an indeterminate time later and something with heavy, African drums begins, pounding, relentless. His hands turn me and I look up, up, up and my stomach drops and I see his blue, light blue, impossibly blue eyes. His hair is black and long, tied at his neck and escaping in straggly wet strands down his face.

When I reach up I can barely bring my hands together behind his neck. He takes my weight and eases me against his body. His hard arms circle me, his hard thigh against mine, the tautness of his abdomen. The beat commands us and we dance as one. 

I don't realise what is happening. People are bumping and grinding against my back in the full club. Someone bumps harder than normal and the man moves me out of the way. The girl continues to fall drunkenly to the floor. Her margarita glass smashes. I feel something wet against my foot. 

The man leans down and picks the girl up. Hey eyes are half open and vacant. Another man takes her and half carries her off the dance floor. People around us have cleared a little space for the incident but continue dancing. 

I look down at the wetness on my foot and in the pulse of the strobe light I see it is bright red. I rest my hand on the large, hard chest of the man and try to examine my foot. I can't feel a thing. Is it even my blood?

He sweeps me off my feet, literally, and carries me out into the windy, salty night. The surf crashing is suddenly audible with the pounding of the club behind. He carries me like I weigh nothing. My face is on the level of his chest and I can smell the fabric of his shirt and his cologne and his sweat and it is a heady combination. 

He puts me down on a wooden table of an empty restaurant and kneels before me. Slowly, tenderly, he unties the ribbons of my high heel and unwraps my foot like it's a present. Blood has soaked through the ribbons on the outer side of my foot and run down the heel. He turns my foot tenderly and examines the cut. When he turns his icy blue scrutiny up to my eyes, my heart does a little flip flop. I want to say something but my tongue dries out and my throat closes. 

"We're gonna have to clean this up." His voice is deep. It melts me. I want to say something but my vocal cords refuse to cooperate. 

He picks my up effortlessly, even carrying my shoe along, and starts down the steps that lead out of the building and onto the windy sidewalk next to the beach. Drunk kids are weaving in and out of the building and somewhere on the beach a drunken party is causing a ruckus. The wind is warm and tastes like seawater on my lips. I want to protest but I really don't want to.

I float in his arms down the block, two, three blocks, and then we turn up a narrow side street. Cars are everywhere and as we get further from the main street, the noises quiet down. Squat coastal trees reach their knobbly branches together to form a dark tunnel over the street. I can hear the man's heartbeat. It is slow and steady and reassures me. Surely serial killers' hearts would beat faster?

We carry on for several blocks and his heart doesn't change, his breathing remains comfortable. This man is a bull. I suddenly think to get a little bit scared. I wouldn't stand a chance. He stops outside a small house with a Frangipani tree in the front and puts me down ever so gently. I balance on one foot and look up at him. He smiles and I can't breathe. His smile is beautiful and open. 

He unlocks the gate and carries me over the threshold over to a dusty wooden bench with peeling paint. He locks the gate again. I might just die tonight. But I feel that would be okay. 

I can't see much as he unlocks the front door and then carries me into the cool, dark interior of the quiet little house. "Careful." He murmurs as he carries me past dark shapes in the darkness and finally into a cramped room. He puts me down and I realise it's a bathroom and then he flips the light switch. 

I'm blinded. But when I can see again, I realise he is still impossibly beautiful. I notice that his long nose is slightly crooked and his beautiful eyes are a bit small. Not conventionally beautiful then, but good enough to be my knight in shining armour for the night. The bathroom is very tiny and I am sitting on the closed toilet. The walls are ridiculously pink and peeling. Everything is a little dusty. There are water stains on the ceiling and upper walls. 

He reaches up into a cupboard and brings down a large black box. Then he folds his huge body into the tiny space between the toilet and the bath and examines my foot again. He runs a finger next to the cut and looks up at me. "Does it hurt?"

I shake my head wordlessly. Nothing could hurt me tonight. 

He smiles a little. There's a small gap between his front teeth. Analysing his physical flaws makes me feel a bit better in light of the way my body melts at his touch. 

"I didn't think so. There's still some glass in there. I'm going to clean it up for you and then put in some stitches ok?" He glances up at me from unpacking medical supplies from the black box. "Advantages of meeting a med student hey?"

I finally find my tongue. "We haven't actually met."

He stops and looks up at me. Then his stunning smile transforms his face and he holds a hand out to me. "Hi. I'm Marcus."

I can't smile, I can't think. His effect on me is intensely physical. I shake his hand very formally. "I'm Cassandra."

"Nice to meet you." He says softly. He looks into my eyes. I'm paralyzed. Then he breaks the spell and continues taking stuff out of the box. 

I am reassured and mesmerised by the sure way his hands work with everything. He takes a large needle and a small vial and injects my foot even though I can't feel a thing. Then he puts gloves on and cleans my foot with something that smells like alcohol. I watch in fascination as the needle threads in and out of my skin and the careful, concentrated way he ties every stitch off exactly in a whirl of complicated knots. I'm glad he's sober enough to be doing this.

Only three little stitches and then he applies ointment and puts a plaster on my foot. A small shard of bloody glass lies on the towels he set out and there's bloodied, crumpled gauze everywhere. I am overcome by his mastery. 

He picks me up carefully and carries me through to a bedroom, laying me down on the unmade bed before switching on a bedside lamp. 

"I'll be right back." And then he disappears. His room is very small, dominated by the messy double bed. Two bookcases overflowing with books and textbooks and files and papers take up the remaining space in the room. The walls are dark and there are hangings covering two walls. Wooden blinds hang crookedly in front of the only window. 

He comes back with two bottles of water and some pills. "These are paracetemol." He shows me the bottle. "I'm not sure what you've had tonight, but if your head feels in danger of splitting open, these may help a bit. Drink lots of water."

I nod. He smiles. 

"Are you sleepy?" He asks.

I shake my head. 

"Okay. You can have my bed. I'll sleep on the couch. Later." He moves to the foot of the bed and takes my other shoe off. Then he moves across the small room to sit against the wall on the floor.

"Come lay by me." I hear myself saying.

He runs a hand through his hair and over his face and smiles a despairing smile. He stretches out on his stomach on the bed next to me. God he's big. At least two heads taller than me. I run a hand experimentally down the muscles on his back. He's built like a rugby player.

I shift on the bed and untie his hair. It's incredibly silky and about as long as mine. I run my hands through the length in wonder. It's beautiful, shiny and black. I brush the front behind his ear.

I scoot down the bed until I am leaning on one elbow and our faces are almost level. My fingers trace his face, the strong line of his jaw. I run them experimentally over his check with hard stubble just starting to come out and over his long nose. My fingers trace the shape of his lips. His beautiful blue eyes close as I outline his eyes lightly with my fingertips, feeling his thick, soft black lashes. When my hand reaches his mouth his lips part slightly and I feel his warm breath on my fingertips. The tip of his tongue runs over my index fingertip and I feel warmth flood through me. It's intensely erotic. When he opens his eyes, they are different, I know now I've aroused him and he's looking at me with lust. I lean over to kiss him and it is like thunder, like lightening, like a storm breaking. Whatever else happens tonight, I know there is no longer any going back. 

His lips are impossibly soft on mine, impossibly tender, impossibly warm. His kisses are soft and slow and sexy. He pulls away from me often and our tongues dance or our lips rub tantalisingly against each other. 

My breathing is picking up and my heart is pounding in no time. I can feel my groin burning. 

My elbow is eventually killing me and I shift so I'm laying flat on my back. He moves so that he's leaning over me and we make out more. I run my hands through his hair and down his back and over his broad shoulders. I want more, more, more, I want it all. 

He pulls his lips away from mine and lays his face against mine. He groans softly. A large hand comes up and twines itself in my hair, holding my head against him so I can't move.

"What's wrong?" I whisper against his ear and run my tongue along his earlobe.

He chuckles. "Nothing's wrong. It's just too right..." He moves and stares into my eyes. The intensity scares me. Whatever shreds of reserve I had melt away under his stare and his slightly upward curving lips. 

"I think... I'm going to go take a cold shower and go to sleep on the couch." He says but doesn't move.

I kiss him again, hungrily. Don't go, I want you, I need you tonight.

When the heat between us gets too much, he pulls away again. He smiles and shakes his head, "Hmmm." He murmurs in appreciation. "I really should go..."

I smile. Then laugh. "You're not going anywhere tonight."

He laughs and arches an eyebrow at me. His expression becomes lustful again as I let my wandering hands slide down to his waist and snake in under his shirt. I run it over the tight muscles of his stomach and then, bravely, down to the belt of his jeans, and the bulge poking up behind it. He breathes in sharply as I brush over it.

"Woman... Cassandra... What are you doing to me?" He breathes hard. 

He holds the back of my head and kisses me hard, hungrily. I run my hand up and down his crotch over his jeans, trying not to be intimidated by the length of his large erection. 

He rolls away abruptly and brings his shirt over his head in one smooth movement. His eyes meet mine and I am again struck breathless by their brilliant blueness. 

Surprising myself, I sit up and straddle him, bringing myself down on the long hard bulge. I slip my small top over my head and he takes my breasts in his hands and in his mouth and after that the world melts and dilates in a haze of heat and lust and pleasure. Our bodies are both coated in sweat as our clothes are removed and our cries and moans of pleasure set the beat to that other, more primitive dance. My logical, analytic brain is suspended above the feelings of pleasure and heat and pounding. My pleasure peaks and explodes in heat and screams and then he slowly starts to rebuild my momentum. Time loses all meaning. 

Finally, in the dark, early hours of the morning with sweat sodden sheets around us and the scent of lust in our nostrils he looks into my eyes and in the intensity of his beautiful gaze, we reach the highest peak together.



Out of Control



Brad stared out the kitchen window watching the sunset, his hands in dishwater, wondering where it all went wrong. He ran his tongue over the split in his lip and winced. No guy had ever hit him that hard, as hard as his own sister had just an hour before. Wendy was out of control. Fuck it, the whole world was out of control. Brad wiped off another plate and shivered once. It sure wasn't supposed to be like this.

It was supposed to be perfect, Dad having that job down south, him and Mom to be gone from June to August. Hell, Wendy was twenty-one, he was eighteen, they were adults, they could take care of themselves and not destroy the house. There was work, money for college and all that shit. Brad was starting to State in the Fall, Wendy going to graduate at the end of the next year. They were good, never screwed up, never in trouble and it was all going to be fine. About the time that plane took off that Sunday afternoon taking the folks away, the dam broke and the Gibson kids were on the loose.

Grinning makes a split lip hurt but it was worth it to Brad, thinking back on that beautiful day. The plane takes off at 10 that morning and by 2 he'd been laid for the first time. By his boss, a sweet little Asian babe. God, she was good to him, turning him every way but loose and inside out. By the time he'd staggered home that evening, he had been a basket case and Wendy had known exactly what happened. She'd been about half pissed and half jealous. The next day she more than made up for it.

Brad grimaced at the memory as he finished up the silverware. Work had ended early that day, he was home long before he was expected. Obviously. He was going to kill an hour and then go see his lady, Toyo. He hadn't planned on seeing his own sister, but there she was, sprawled out on her bed losing her virginity to her boss. God, she was big, bigger than he ever imagined but she was getting screwed. First time, squeal and all and Brad had seen it. He'd heard it. It embarrassed the hell out of him, no doubt. He dried the last fork and shivered at how it all turned out.

He got laid and Wendy had gotten pregnant. By a married man who had no interest in taking care of the situation. He'd just wanted pussy and he'd gotten it. Once she'd figured it out, Wendy had gotten mean. Real mean. Savage mean. She started drinking, hard and heavy but she wouldn't tell the guy no either. Every time she'd go to him to have it out, she'd end up with him putting it in. It was totally dumb and then she got stupid.

The guy wasn't going to marry her, everybody knew that. There was no way she'd have a baby by herself, the folks would kill her. An abortion was the only smart play but Wendy hadn't been ready for that. There was one other way, at least in her mind. She'd let another guy screw her and was going to play he'd gotten her pregnant, the old entrapment ploy. That had backfired, the guy honestly couldn't get anybody pregnant. He'd gotten laid without the obligation and she was screwed by more than a penis. Knowing that and Wendy had gone over the edge. She turned on Brad.

Cruel was one thing but this was beyond that. He should have been the happiest guy on earth, banging Toyo on a regular basis. It didn't really matter, life at home was Hell. Wendy bad-mouthed him, she said anything just to be mean and was only getting meaner. Even when he gave her the money to take care of her situation she still sassed him. Knowing she was going Monday to have the abortion and she'd only gotten meaner. Then this, popping him in the mouth when he asked her if she was going out. Not a word, just a fist. Life was sucking big time and her car was back in the drive.

Brad put down his towel and frowned. He'd figured she was going to see him again. Even if they argued, it should have been a couple of hours she would have been out of the house. Hell, it was Friday, she could have hit the bar or something but she was home. Home, up the steps and through the back door.

"You OK?" he asked.

"Fuck you."

"God, Wendy, knock it off. Enough."

"Fuck you," she shouted, lunging towards him. "You think it's funny he told me to fuck off? To never come to him again?"

"No..." Brad said, sidestepping his sister's charge. "Stop it. Cool down. Let it go."

"Fuck you," she screamed, swinging wildly at him. He blocked her first punch and then the second. Wendy tried to knee him in the balls, her rage driving her onwards.

"Wendy, stop," Brad shouted. "Now."

"Fuck you," she repeated, again swinging wildly, her punch caught in mid-air this time. Brad looked deep into her eyes as he held his sister's fist before he shoved her back against the stove.

"No, bitch, fuck you."

For one brief instant there was venom in his sister's eyes and then Brad swore he saw her challenge him. His own sister, for Christ's sake, without a word, without a gesture, challenging him to do that obscenity to her. He saw it in her eyes and didn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it, even as he saw a certain lust fire glow. Wendy stepped away from him, staring as a woman wanting a lover would stare, and then walked away to her room with a sneer over her shoulder. 

"Why don't you go fuck your Oriental slut? Go get it up for an old cunt, not a real woman."

Brad shuddered once as rage ran through his soul. His own sister and the bitch had said that about Toyo. She had no right, Wendy was the one out of control. She was the slut, the tramp who had hit him. Who screamed obscenities at him and made her own life an obscenity in return. Rage, absolute rage, welled up inside him. In the blink of an eye he knew he had become someone else.

It was somebody else who walked through the house, up the stairs and to the hallway between their bedrooms. That's the only way it made sense to an eighteen year old boy. He wasn't the kind to have thoughts about his sister, that was for perverts. Kinky shits. It was somebody else standing there, looking to her room, seeing her laying on the bed as she stared out the window. Somebody else she turned to look at. Some other guy she nodded just once to come ahead.

He knew what he was doing, that the smart play was just go to his room and shut the door. The sane play, but she had humiliated him. Not once, time and time again. She was out of control, being the bitch. Toyo was no slut, she was the slut. The smart play. Brad walked into Wendy's room and shut the door.

The streetlight outside was just coming on as he climbed onto her bed and straddled her. Wendy stared up at him, unmoving, even as his hands caught the lapels of her dress. They both heard the sound of the buttons flying off and the fabric tearing as he ripped it open and then off her body. Wendy closed her eyes and braced herself for his punishment. What she began to feel him doing was nothing she'd ever dreamed.

She'd thought he would pull her panties off and rape her. It was only as she felt Brad slowly unhooking her brassiere she opened her eyes. She watched undress her tenderly, as a lover, gently baring her breasts, kissing each one softly before rolling her panties off. She saw him strip naked over her and then begin to kiss her. Wendy fought the urge to respond to her own brother. She struggled to convince herself he was forcing her, he was raping her, and then his mouth was at her breasts.

Hungrily he fed, making love to her as Toyo had taught him a woman wanted. Kisses, licks and suckles covered her body. Wendy fought without moving, struggling against her own desire but knew it was hopeless. She felt her nipples harden, her pussy go wet and her own lust take over. With one soft moan, she opened her thighs and led him in.

She was so much bigger than Toyo. He was much bigger than the men she'd been with. They stared into each other's eyes as Brad's cock began to enter Wendy. She groaned again, his cock filling her. He moaned in joy, her pussy tighter than Toyo's well used body. With all his lust he began to make love to her. With all her shame at humiliating him, she let him. As one they pleased each other, him coming in a massive explosion of orgasmic frenzy as her own body responded with waves of climax. He exploded and sanity returned.

Again he shuddered, groaning once at his stupidity. He had raped his own sister. Her shame on him was nothing compared to what he now had done to himself. Without a word he rolled off Wendy, grabbed his clothes and ran to his room. He knew, he knew now it would just be a few minutes and the police would come. His parents would be called back. He'd fucked her and he had fucked up. He'd wanted to make everything right and now he had totally fucked it all up with no hope of salvation.

In the hallway he heard Wendy, stopping as she passed on her way to the bath. It would only be a matter of a few minutes now. Brad buried his face in the pillow, praying God would strike him dead. That his sister would kill him. He hadn't meant for it to be this way and suddenly she was there.

Wendy stood beside the bed, clad in her bathrobe, looking down at him. She waited until Brad finally turned and tried to look at her before she whispered, "I'm sorry."

He snapped his head up and stared in stupidity for a moment before he gasped, "No. I did that. I...."

"No," Wendy said as a tear fell. "I humiliated you. Forgive me."

"Forgive me, please," Brad begged. "I raped you."

"No," Wendy said with a shake of her head. "I let you. Now, remember what I am about to say. On Monday I must have an abortion. I have been out of control, I know it. I was wrong. It all has to change. I need you to forgive me, I'll need you to be with me and you must promise me one thing. Promise me now."

"Anything," Brad nodded. "Please. Anything."

"Never touch me again."

"I won't," Brad whispered, his own tears about to flow.

"Never touch me again," Wendy repeated as a smile began to form, "after Monday."

With one pull on her robe, she dropped the fabric and revealed her bare body. She watched Brad's eyes widen in realization and then saw him pull back the covers. Wendy slipped into bed and underneath him. If only for the weekend, she would have a love she would never find again. As Brad's mouth began to find her breasts, his hands stroking her back as she cradled his head close to her nipples, she felt herself praying.

Praying that Monday never came.



Out of Control



A makeshift frame, this was a spur of the moment thing. While she was at work, he cleaned the garage and found some PVC pipe, the primer and cement to glue it together, some pin hinges, and some zip ties. He measured as best he could, guessing at what he was building in relation to her size. She was short, only five foot, one-half inch, and in most cases couldn't reach upper shelves, or anything too far buried.

He loved her, loved her dearly, but she was a cold one. Very smart, pretty, confident and confrontational, she brooked no argument and always got what she wanted. She was the master of their domain and he resented her for it. He had his moments of control, but it didn't take much for her to take him down. She knew all the big words and how to use them. She was very expressive, having mastered the "murder look". She was also proud of being vindictive, but only for a true wrong; nothing accidental or unintentionally mean fell in her path, but if you seriously fucked with her, she'd fuck you back and make sure you were scarred by it. Corporate types, lawyers, authority figures, none were immune. She had the disconcerting habit of looking you right in the eye, and for calling bullshit.

She always said she won the gold medal in the Asshole Olympics. She didn't always laugh when she did.

He loved to fuck her. Always tight, it was literally like fucking a virgin all the time. She got really wet and ready, but if she wasn't, lube was a complete necessity. Her clitoris was like a small strawberry, her lips were full and pink, her asshole a pinkish-brown, more pink than brown, and it was all waxed as smooth as a baby's butt. She even went so far as to wax it herself. 

She had a big ass. It didn't matter how much she weighed, her ass was big. She'd gone through some sizes during the years, from really nicely shaped to really overweight and back again. The one constant was her big ass. He loved to fuck her ass, and she let him a few times. The first time she was kinda drunk. She got funny when she drank, it was the only time she was sure to not be mean unless you purposely fucked with her. He started licking it, and knew that she pretended she didn't know what he was doing. She questioned him as in, "Gee, what are you doing? It sure feels good" and he'd just vaguely answered that he was licking on her. He'd attempt every now and then when they were fucking and she was in a good mood but she'd almost always say no even to him tonguing her a little bit. It was sad, really, because she loved it and he loved it, but it was a whole respect thing. A friend of hers had broken up with his girlfriend, and the girl was ragging on him, trying to make him feel bad. His parting shot was, "All that's okay because I got to fuck a whore in the ass."

And that comment set her tone. Her thought was that if she admitted that she loved it hard in the ass, he would use it against her one day like her friend did his girlfriend. She didn't realize the difference was that he would love her no matter what she did. After all, if he could put up with the shit she put him through daily, reaming her rim was like eating the most amazing cake after a dinner of broken glass.

So he put all those things together in his head and they gelled into this: a frame of PVC that would fit against the bed that he could strap her to. That he could bend her over on and spank her (something he thought she would love, but only got a dirty look for when suggested) or fuck her or do her ass. He got her a pair of nipple clamps years ago but never gave them to her. The time never seemed right, so they were still in the little velvet bag in the back of his top drawer. So he now had nipple clamps and a frame that had hinges on either side at waist height, lube and a hardon. 

She came home, did the whole evening thing, took a shower and sat down with a drink to watch some television. He made a point to be solicitous; getting her a couple of refills, making sure she had everything she needed. When she was relaxed, he told her he wanted to fuck her. She gave him a look that he wasn't sure how to read because of the booze. He took it as an opportunity to press on. He told her he wanted to do some special things to make her feel good, and that she could trust him. She giggled that she knew she could trust him, and he took that as a go.

He got her into the bedroom and got her clothes off. Starting with a quick but thorough massage, he relaxed her further. Then he pulled the frame from the closet. She eyed it expectantly but questioningly at the same time. He told her he'd made it for her and really wanted her to try it out because he knew she would like it. She reluctantly let him tie her to the frame. The zip ties were too harsh, so he got some of her scarves and used those. He was surprised that she was letting him go so far, but maybe after being in control all the time, she needed something like this. He tied her ankles to the lower corners and her wrists to the top. The frame was actually a bit too wide, so her legs were spread more than he intended, but she seemed okay. He continued rubbing her body, keeping her comfortable. He asked if she was ready for something new, and at a nod, he got the clamps out. 

Standing in front of her, he bent and kissed her nipples, sucking and rubbing them until they were hard, swollen nubs. He pinched them and she arched toward him, groaning for more. Continuing to lick and suck the left one, he pinched the right until it would get no harder. Twisting to gauge the extent of what she could stand, he spun the setscrew on the clamp about halfway back and popped it on. It took her a few seconds to realize that it was no longer his fingers pinching her, and began to protest. He knew she loved her nipples played with while he was eating her because it was sensation in all the good spots, so, whispering, "Watch this", he went back to pinching the nipple with no clamp and with his free hand, free because of the clamp, stroked down her body and circled her clit with his thumb. "See the benefits of accessories?" he asked, and her response was a contented moan. 

He clamped the other nipple, still rubbing her clit, dipping his fingers into her wetness, and moved up to kiss her. He buried his tongue in her mouth, circling her own, the faint taste of alcohol still on her breath. He moved the frame to the side of the bed and released the catches to make it bend forward, her belly against the bar that ran across the middle. When she was comfortable on the bed with a pillow, he kneeled behind her and spread her cheeks. He licked her pussy, gently biting and pulling on her lips. He licked lower, sucking her clit making it harder and more swollen. Flattening his tongue against her clit, smoothing its texture, he licked her to orgasm. Her bucking was impeded by the frame, but it didn't stop him from licking her juices while she finished cumming.

He moved to stand behind her and thrust his cock into her still pulsing, tight pussy, massaging her asscheeks at the same time. He kneaded the tender flesh, separating her cheeks to see her tiny, waiting rosebud. She loved when he fucked her, kind of hard but not ramming into her most times because of her smallness. He saved that for when he got her loosened with his fingers and wet enough to ramrod her pussy. He fucked her, fully thrusting in and out, pulling her back against him by her hips. The frame rattled but held firm; he supposed it was a pretty good job for a quickie. He raked his nails down her back, which was one of her favorite things. Not enough to draw blood, but always hard enough that he thought he was going to hurt her. It was why he thought she would like being spanked, the pleasure-pain the same as him leaving nail trails on her soft flesh. She groaned contentedly, arching and undulating her body to match his hands and his dick. 

He continued to fuck her, and slipped his finger into his mouth to wet it. He began rubbing it gently across her ass, ending up on her hole. She stopped moving for just a split second, and he felt the intake of breath that was going to precede the question 'what are you doing?' or the demand to stop. He shushed her, telling her that he knew she would like it and to stop him if she could, knowing she couldn't. A split second later, he was massaging it slowly into her ass. She strained a bit at her ties, realizing they weren't going to come loose and slumped to the bed, completely relaxed.

He had his finger buried in her ass, twisting it while pumping in and out. All he was getting from her was "un, un, un" in time with his rhythm. He fucked her harder but not faster, her pussy loosening slightly, wet and slippery inside, her juices coating him. He didn't want to loosen her asshole because he wanted it tight around his cock. He was going to fuck her ass whether she wanted him to or not. She might be angry at first, but he almost didn't care about that because she made him angry all the time. He suddenly realized that he was getting satisfaction out of her being submissive for a change, and the fact that it was not her choice made his dick jump inside of her.

He took his finger out of her ass, watching it twitch for a few seconds, and raked his nails down her asscheeks. She pushed back against him, moaning. He did it again, harder and got the same reaction. A few more times and he got bolder. He slapped her left asscheek then her right. 

"No, I don't want to be spanked."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I DON'T."

"Too bad. Stop me if you can, If you can't, you're going to get what I want to give you."

And he smacked her right asscheek. Hard.

"Stop."

"No." Smack.

"Stop."

"No." Harder smack. "Keep telling me no and watch what happens."

"I said stop." She began straining at her ties, unable to undo them, the frame rattling but not coming apart. Extra glue will do that for you. Her straining turned him on even more, her ass bucking around in front of him, turning him on even more.

He managed to get a few errant but hard slaps in, hitting her randomly across her ass, now taunting her. "I'm sure you know some bigger words than 'no' and 'stop' and I'm sure you'd use those words if you really wanted me to stop. She continued to move around, he continued to smack her asscheeks, harder and harder. Her cheeks were bright red and hot to the touch and still he continued. He'd smack her and then wait a bit, letting her think he was done, then start again. Sometimes if she moved too much he got the back of her thigh, sometimes her hip, but mostly her ass. Watching the flesh ripple out from his touch had his cock so hard. He began stroking it while continuing to heat her ass. He looked at her face and saw tears in her eyes.

"Please stop" she was begging now.

"Nope. I'm going to make it hard for you to sit tomorrow. I want you to think of me every time you sit down and you have to wince because your ass still burns from my hand. I want you to stammer through explanations of why you can't sit down to talk to people, thinking about how your ass got spanked."

Still pulling at her restraints, her legs splayed open too wide for comfort, the clamps keeping her nipples so hard and now, with her attempts to get away from his hands, rubbing them against the bed, making them harder and more sensitive. Her pleading was ineffective, but she couldn't give in. She didn't want this, wanted him to stop. Why he wouldn't, she had no idea. When she came home from work, deciding to have a drink to take the edge off of her busy life, she had intended to do just that. Apparently she was unaware of how much she'd had to drink. Where the hell had he gotten this frame? He said he built it, but she didn't remember seeing all this stuff in the garage. He was handy, but where he'd gotten this in his head was anyone's guess. Why the hell had she let herself be tied to it? So unlike her because she was never one to do stuff like this.

He was good in bed, always fucking her just right. He loved to eat her pussy until she came all over his face, putting his fingers in her and rubbing her G-spot. He always wanted to fuck her, sometimes trying to get her ass. That was a no-no. Even the few times she did, she found it hard to look him in the eye the next day. He was, being a man, always in an ecstatic mood the day after that, but she knew the possibility was always there that she'd let him and he'd call her a whore or make fun of her for letting him plumb the depths of her ass. What was she supposed to do now? He was beating her ass, it hurt so much and she knew that she'd have trouble sitting down tomorrow. Her ass was on fire, she felt her flesh pulsing with the pain and heat and she couldn't get away. He'd pay for this, but that didn't help her now.

He knew that whatever he was going to do, he'd better do it while she was tied down and unable to stop him. Oh, yeah, he was going to fuck her ass. If she thought that the smacking she was getting was going to make it hard to sit, wait until he reamed her out.

"Please stop, my ass hurts."

"That's the point. It's supposed to hurt."

"Can you take the clamps off my nipples? They're starting to hurt, too."

Hm, interesting choice of words. Her nipples hurt too. Not just hurt, but hurt too, meaning that her ass hurt already. Nice. "Sure, that, I'll do." And he helped her to stand up. And he tightened the setscrews just a bit. She was shrugging and wiggling, trying to get them off, but all that did was make the weight of the clamps pull harder at her flesh. She looked so sexy, tied to his handiwork, with her nipples at attention and her ass glowing, also his handiwork. Just for good measure, he pulled them a bit. She cried out, biting her lip, her breasts swaying with her movements. He reached down and rubbed her clit, fast and hard, making her cum, making her pussy wet, even while she fought. She bucked, then sagged, and he moved from in front of her, bent her back over the bed, and buried his cock in her wetness. He pumped her hard and furious, reaching around to finger her clit again, bringing her to another orgasm.

She couldn't believe what he was doing, and that her body didn't care. How her pussy could light up like a Christmas tree and flood her slit with her juices while her nipples ached and her ass burned was beyond her. They were sensitive before, the clamps being tight and rubbing on the bed, but now, now that he'd tightened them, they throbbed. Just wearing a bra tomorrow was going to be a chore and she hoped that they would not stay hard, poking through the material all day, giving men something to stare at while she talked with them.

He was still fucking her pussy, now wet and loose enough to be comfortably tight when he pulled out. She was sopping wet from the two rapid, intense orgasms back to back. He slid two cupped fingers into her pussy, swirled it around to gather as much of her goo as they would hold, and dragged them upwards to her asshole. He buried his dick back in her cunt, making sure it was as wet as could be. Then he placed the head at her moistened asshole.

"NO.'

"Stop me."

"NO, NO, NO."

She was back to bucking around again, and no matter how firmly he grabbed her hips, it was hard to keep her still enough to get it in. Her asshole was wet, but unlike the few times before, she was not relaxed at all. He'd never fucked an unwilling ass. "We can do this the hard way or the harder way. I will fuck you in the ass tonight. I am going to shoot a hot load so deep in you that it will still be dripping out two days from now. If you thought your asscheeks made it hurt to sit, wait until I get finished reaming your asshole out."

She stilled just a bit, her breathing heavy and erratic. "Just to be nice, I'm going to fuck your pussy once more and let you cum again. Make it work, honey, because the wetter your pussy gets my dick, the wetter it is when I cram it into your backdoor." He moved his cock from her tensed ass and thrust it into her pussy with one stroke. He fucked her mercilessly, reaching around to rub her clit. He rubbed as hard as he could, grinding her clit back into her flesh, mashing it into her G-spot. He picked up some of her cum and rubbed it on her asshole again, pushing his finger slightly in. He wanted to hurt her, not damage her, after all, he wanted to fuck that ass again after tonight, whether she wanted him to or not.

When he felt her tremble and her pussy pulse again, he pulled his cock out and placed it at her unwilling star. He pushed, felt complete resistance. "Relax, or this is going to hurt even more than I want it to, baby." Felt it give slightly, pushed again, felt it open just a bit, and then buried his rod into her bowels in one thrust. Her shuddering cry was drowned out by the sensation of her white-hot asshole like a vice around his cock. After a few seconds, when the sensation was bearable, he looked at her, looking back at him with an indiscernible look on her face. There were tears on her cheeks, shiny streaks running down her face. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. She looked like a fish out of water, gasping.

He started pumping, feeding his meat to her ass repeatedly, never filling her so there was always room for one more thrust, like a glutton at a buffet. He pistoned in and out, grunting with the effort of shoving his cock into her, over and over again. He watched as her pink ring pulled outward on his outstroke and sunk back in, hiding, on the way in. To add insult to injury, he took the time to whack her on the ass again, making her cheeks as hot as her tunnel. He reached down on the instroke and pinched her clit, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Her pussy was still soaked, but that wasn't the hole he cared about right now. Occasionally, he heard her whisper, "Please" and nothing more.

"I want you to think about this. I want you to think about this before you give me a dirty look next time: me, having you tied down, bent across the bed, with your asshole stretched out to dick-sized glory, about to be dripping with my hot cum, your asscheeks red and burning, and your nipples clamped and hurting. They are going to announce themselves all day tomorrow, and I imagine it won't be pleasant when they rub against your bra for eight hours. You think about what you look like right now, with no control, taking what I'm giving you, how I want you to have it."

He continued to pound her asshole wide open, only their rhythmic breathing breaking the silence. When he couldn't hold it any longer, he shot off into her, filling her with his load. His dick was getting raw after fucking her ass with everything he had, so as soon as he was able to extract himself, he pulled out and lay across the bed. She was boneless, unable to move, tears silently running down her cheeks. He moved her enough to remove the clamps, her nipples holding the flattened shape with little ridges that matched the clamps. He untied her wrists, then her ankles, pushed the frame away and helped her lie down. She didn't say anything or do anything, just lay there in silence. A few minute later, she got up and limped her way to the bathroom, obviously nursing her pounded hole. He heard her groan when she sat on the toilet, her cheeks still beet red.

He heard the shower running and she came out a while later, freshly washed and in her nightdress. She climbed into bed facing away from him and lay there in silence. He waited to see what she had to say; she couldn't have been too upset, she wasn't screaming at him or calling the police. He'd let her have the first word to see what she had to say without being colored by what he had to say. He heard her even breathing a while later and drifted off himself thinking that they'd have a lot to talk about tomorrow. He wondered if she was going to use her big words or not since they obviously didn't do her any good tonight.