5 comments/ 33673 views/ 5 favorites Enemies By: Alainn "Here she comes boys," he shouted, waggling his eyebrows at me as I walked through the classroom door. My eyes focused on him, I watched while he watch me saunter the ten feet to where he stood with his jock friends. "Jared Casey, you are so full of shit." His grin widened, "I knew you were hot for me, babe. Come on, Adia, let's ditch this class and find a quiet room to do studying up on our biology?" "Christ, could you be anymore lame?" Students for our American History were now filing into the auditorium-like classroom in droves, each watching the insults fly with unsuppressed glee. "You're such a bitch." "Fuck you." "Anytime, Adia." His eyes were flashing with a feral light. Suddenly, I felt a slight twist of panic, accompanied by a bright spark of unexpected lust. Pretending indifference, I swept pass him, heading up to the last row of tiny built-in desks, where I usually sat. With deliberate nonchalance, I pulled my textbook from by bag, and let the pages fall open somewhere near the middle. Rereading the same sentence four times, I tried to ignore Jared as he trudged up the steps, past where he and his cronies usually sat, to the last row. At least he thinks I'm ignoring him, I thought to myself. He was standing now in the aisle beside my seat, silently contemplating me. "Excuse me," he said, graciousness dripping like saccharine sarcasm from each syllable. I thought about ignoring him, but I knew that he would take greater pleasure in forcing his way by me. Without looking up at him, I slid my legs aside, allowing him passage. I could feel his eyes on me as he moved slowly by, and as I began to shift my legs back, I started when I felt his hand gently caress my thigh. I let out a cat-like hiss, and he merely chuckled. Just then, the teacher breezed in, dropping books on the table with such thunderous bangs and crashes that would make a librarian faint. Happy for the distraction, I sat up a little straighter in my chair, pen and notebook at the ready. Never usually this diligent, I determinedly ignored Jared's raised eyebrow. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Damn, if that girl wasn't something that stepped right out of a horny frat boy's wet dream; walking in with that sweet little black skirt, and her silk, black tank top that showed off a glint of her bellybutton ring. Combined with those clunky, knee-high boots, and short cap of black hair that curled around her dark green eyes - Jared couldn't help but razz her. It was that, or fuck her until she was screaming, right there on the teacher's table. Jared opted for the lesser of two evils. Besides, he loved watching her emerald eyes spit fire at him. He had wanted to run his tongue up and down her body from the moment she walked in their History class, two months ago. He had settled, instead, for flinging insults and barely concealed innuendos. But he couldn't take it anymore. Now, watching her as she feigned being studious, he couldn't help but think about how cute she looked: eyes focused on the teacher, pen at the ready, her back as stiff as his cock. This was going to be a long fifty-six minutes. Finally, the teacher's voice penetrated through his lust haze when he heard: " Last of the Mohicans" "We will be watching the movie for the next two days. No notes are necessary, as I'll be spending this time grading your essays. But pay attention! If I'm nice, I may give you an extra credit question about the movie during your next exam." With that, the professor pushed play on the DVD machine, and switched off the lights. Jared really did try to concentrate on the movie. It should have been easy; he loved this movie. But Adia's subtle scent was wrapping its way around his brain, clogging it of anything not related to her. Sitting not two inches away from her, he could the heat of her body next to his. Despite the loud whooping coming from the speakers suspended directly behind them, Jared could hear each breath Adia took. He could see the gleam of her white legs teasing him in the darkness, begging him to touch. It was torturous. It was, he suddenly realized, the perfect moment. He glanced around the half full classroom, noting that most everyone was now seated closer to the front in anticipation of the watching movie. Sitting at the back of the classroom, they were shrouded in a gloom that protected them from the teacher's wandering eyes. Slowly, never taking his eyes from the movie, Jared slipped his hand back on Adia's satin smooth thigh. His heart skipped a beat at her quick intake of breath, then began galloping in overtime when she didn't remove his hand. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ His hand was sliding up my thigh, inching along, achingly slow, until he hit the hem of my skirt. It fleetingly crossed my mind that perhaps wearing the mini skirt wasn't the smartest thing I had done today, but then the thought was wiped from my mind as his fingers continued on his quest upward. Already, a tingling had begun in the pit of my stomach, and was steadily growing into a small flame of desire. I held my breath as Jared's hand slid down between my thighs. Without warning, his clever fingers slipped pass the barrier of my panties. My small flame burst into a smoldering fire, as he caressed my carefully shaved and trimmed thatch of dark, curly hair. Jared seemed so detached, watching the movie with, what seemed to be, his complete attention. But I knew differently. Those clever fingers of his were working on my clit; expertly rubbing and fondling it. My breath was coming now in quick gasps, my vision of the now forgotten movie blurring as my eyelids drooped. Then, they popped back open as Jared pushed a finger into me, then a second. They slid in with ease, lubricated by the wet heat that pulsed just for him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She is so fucking wet! Jared marveled, as he stroked her. He was burning for Adia. All he wanted to do was bury his face in between those sweet thighs, and suck and lap at her. But he couldn't. Not here. Instead, he imagined that he was tonguing that sweet clit, as he worked it between his fingers. He dipped into her moist well, and nearly groaned at how ready she was for him. How hot she was. He penetrated her as deep as his two fingers could go, and could feel her straining against his hand, begging for more. Her hips were slightly lifted off the seat, pulsating in a rhythm his body begged for. When he began to pull away, intending on paying a bit more attention to that lovely little nub that made her gasp so sweetly, Adia's hand grabbed his and held it still and she grinded herself against his palm. While he was distracted with her, she had made quick work on his zipper. While one hand worked herself into a silent frenzy, the other delved into his pants. Unhesitating, she grabbed his cock and began to stroke it. Jared was momentarily stunned by her sudden abandon, and then was thrilled. When he finally got her alone, she would be untamed and wanton. Crazy with passion, and beautifully shameless. When he saw the sharp gleam in her eye, he knew she would be a lot wicked, and slightly debauched. He could see her, in his mind, crawling naked on the floor towards him, her breasts swaying gently with each movement. Adia would take his dick and suck it, pulling him deep into the warmth of her throat. She would tongue the tip of him, teasing him with scarcely a touch of her, before plunging faster and faster. Her hands, he could almost feel, would cradle his balls, massage them with sweet tenderness. Then she would suck them; the heat of her mouth, the wetness of Adia's tongue driving him... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I sensed his impending orgasm, and abruptly stopped touching him. I pulled my hands from his pants, and pushed his hands away from me. My body was humming, the sensations pent up inside, violent to be free. But I ruthlessly controlled it, wanting a more secluded spot to scream while I was ripped apart by the intensity of my desire. Like a man drugged, Jared looked at me from silted eyes, demanding an answer for stopping. Instead, I smiled a slow sensuous smile, and ran my tongue lightly over my lips, his eyes following every movement. "I think I'm going to get some fresh air," I whispered. At that, I stood, collected my belongings, and left class. I love college. Knowing he would quickly follow, I racked my brain for a place where we could finish what we started. My apartment was just too far away, and my car too small for what I had in mind. As he burst from the double doors, Jared cast his eyes about wildly before locating me at the end of the hall. Stalked by a bloodthirsty hunter, I slipped into a deserted media room, and he quickly followed. The door closed with an ominous click. We eyed each other warily for a moment, then launched into each other's arms. Our mouths fused, and our tongues battled; slipping dexterously around nipping teeth. His impatient hands pushed down the top of my tank and bra, baring a large perky breast for our mutual pleasure. He twisted my nipple between those lovely, clever fingers; pinching and rubbing until I was hot for the feel of his mouth on me. I push him back against a wall, attacked his mouth briefly before pulling his head down to my breast. I sighed as his lips closed over my nipple, moaned as he began to lick it with the tip of his tongue, then cried out in dark delight as he bit down on it. "Oh god! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I chanted it over and over, until he replied in a low growl, "Soon." A thrill raced through my body. He would fuck me. Hard and fast. But first... ~~~~~~~~~~ Jared couldn't believe his luck. Sexy Adia Jennings - the one girl all of the guys in American History loved to fantasize about - was in his arms, begging him to fuck her. Her scent was intoxicating. Her body was perfection. Her voice purred as she whispered dirty things in his ear. His ear. He could die happily, just as soon as he had his fill. When she reached for his pants, he watched as she unbuckled his belt and pulled it away. A little mischievous smile lit her face as she held the belt before him, like she was going to tie him up with it. But then she tossed it aside in favor of pulling at the button and zipper of his pants. She dropped to her knees before him, yanking his pants and boxers down along with her. She wasn't naked, crawling on the ground before him, but she was now sucking his dick, and it was more heavenly than he had imagined. Her tongue swirled over the length of his staff. After making her way up, she worked the small grove at the tip with her tongue while she stroked him with her hands. From the corner of one eye, he watched her suck and lick his cock; pumping him faster and faster. When her small hands moved over the inside of his legs to cup his balls, he just about came. His breath was ragged and uneven, and his hands were delved into her short crop of curls. For a second, he pushed his dick further into her mouth. He felt it slide down her throat and her lips tickled the hair at the base. Then he pushed her back, not wanting to waste the time he had with her on this one moment of selfishness. He planned on having several moments of selfishness before he came, deep inside her body. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A little breathless, I looked up at him. Satisfied, I saw him struggle for control. He wouldn't do me much good if he came from a little head, she thought. Jared hauled me to my feet, his need barely restrained, and crushes his lips against mine in a bruising kiss. He plunders deep in my mouth with his tongue, branding my soul with his searing passion. My arms wrap instinctively around his neck. When he picks me up, my legs wrap around him so that he is tied up in my long limbs. My skirt rides up around my hips, and I can feel his length of steel pressed hard against me. Unable to go far, he merely turns and slams me against the wall, knocking my breath from me. I am lost in the urgency of his mouth, in his rough hands that seem to touch everywhere. When he begins to grind his hardness against me, my mind fills with a dull roar as the heat builds. He starts to tug at my shirt, desperate to feel more. Not quite mindless enough to allow him to tear it off, I pull it up over my head. One breast is still hanging out of my bra, and he savages it with his mouth; yanking and tugging on it with his lips and teeth hard enough to make me cry out in painful pleasure. I pull down the other strap of my bra and offer myself to him. He feasts on me, laving my tender breasts with his sinful tongue; giving both equal attention. His lips trail down between my aching peaks, and he carefully puts me down so that he can run open-mouthed kisses further down. "Smooth," he mumbles, rubbing his cheek against my flat stomach. That tender caress sparks something wild in me, and, with an impatient moan, I push him down. He lifts my leg over his shoulder, and, starting at my knee, runs a line of kisses up the inside of my leg. I can feel the ball of heat in my stomach burning for more; to touch me more; to make me feel more. And then he is there, running that delicious tongue between the lips of my femininity, to find the little nub that demanded his attention. When he takes it between his lips, I scream. When Jared begins to suck on it, I feel like I'm going to die from the sensations that are battering me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her flavor was like honey, and it dripped through him like an aphrodisiac. Delving into her heat with his mouth; sucking and pulling on her until she was thrusting her hips in an unmistakable rhythm that demanded more. As he worked her throbbing clit between his teeth and tongue, Jared thrust a finger into her moist well. One of her hands was clenched painfully in his hair, the other fondled a breast. Jared watched as she rubbed herself with a palm, and when she took her nipple between her fingers to pinch and twist, he closed his eyes, groaning. Ever since that first sarcastic comment she threw at him, Jared had wanted her. And now that she was here - the sexiest woman he had ever seen sprawled all but naked against a wall, touching herself as he knelt at her feet, begging him to fuck her - all Jared could think about was pounding that stubborn craving into oblivion. As she pants harder and harder from his relentless assault on her senses, he can feel his own desire mounting, yet he holds it still in check. He pounds his fingers deeper into her instead. Adia screams as her first orgasm hits, and he can feel her body clench around his fingers as her body shudders. She sags against the wall, drained of the painful heat that he stirred in her. Instead of letting her drop to the floor, he holds her up. He slips his tongue delicately around her too sensitive nub, careful not to touch it. Her moans begin again as his hands slip in erotic, mindless trails up and down her long, slender legs, and up to her tight ass where he squeezes it gently. Using his hands and his mouth, Jared slowly works her again into a frenzy. When her hands begin to clench impatiently into his shoulder muscles, he pushes her leg down and glares up at her beautiful, flushed face. "Do you want more?" he asks. She nods, and he demands, "What do you want." Her hips move slightly, showing him what she wants, but he ignores it. "I want you," she states, pushing herself off the wall, "inside of me. Everywhere. Hard and fast. Now." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ His growl sent shivers up my spine. Hard and fast. Now. I asked, and by the look on his face, I was going to get exactly what I wanted. Slowly, he stood, pants on but undone, his large cock jutting out at a proud, arrogant angle. He glances around the room, taking in the electronic systems, broken DVD players, and wires that veined the walls. There are no tables or chairs anywhere, and the idea of screwing each other's brains out on the concrete floor is a little daunting for both of us. Instead, he grabs me roughly by the arm, and turns me to face our wall. He takes my hands and places them on the wall, "Do not move them, or I'll stop. Understand?" When I nod, he maneuvers my body to suit him: bent over far enough to have my bare ass thrusting eagerly out to him. With a foot, he spreads my legs wide. "Ready?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her sweet ass shines in the poor lighting, beckoning for him to push himself between the lovely curves. The position, and what he would do to her is purposefully demeaning. It excites him to cow this stubborn woman. With her eyes fastened on the wall in front of her, he takes his dick in his hand, stroking it as she had done earlier. Jared could tell she knew what he was doing. Her hips and ass moved as if to enchant him closer; sexy little moans escape her throat, begging for him. He moved in behind her, placing the tip of his thick head in the middle of her wet folds, rubbing its honey all over him as he continued to pump. She was becoming desperate, he could tell by the rigid set of her shoulders that kept her from turning around. For a moment, the thought of teasing her a little longer crosses Jared's mind, but then, with a quick and brutal thrust, he pushed his way in. Her warmth enveloped him, then suddenly, clenched tightly around his dick as an orgasm ripped through her body. Riding the waves of her pleasure, he began to drive ruthlessly into her soft body. His hands gripped her hips, and he pulled her back to meet each thrust with a resounding smack! Harder and faster he rode her, his balls bouncing off the back of her thighs. "Yes, yes! Harder," she screamed, "harder!" Again and again he pummeled his cock deep in her body; knowing that he was hurting her, and also knowing that she wanted it. Knowing that she desired to have her luscious back end bruised by his need. Then suddenly he staggered, beaten down under the weight of his release. He felt her body tighten around his again, and he exploded as her wet heat milked him. He jerked as her aftershocks pushed him over the edge again, pleasure surging through his body and into hers. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jared laid his head against my back as I leaned against the wall. We were both dripping with sweat and his cum, and little shivers swept though me as my body remembered the breathtakingly sinful act we had just committed. His hand tightened on my hips for a moment, then dropped. But he still didn't move, and I was completely happy to have the wall hold us up. Then he spoke: "Mmm... Christ, Adia, you are one fucking great fuck!" When I laugh, he groans from the tightening of my muscles. "What now," I ask. He groans again, but this time it wasn't from pleasure. "Statistics class starts at twelve." His voice, low and harsh, sends my nerves into a new tumult of desire. I grind my ass against his body, and delight as I feel his softening cock instantly harden. "I think we should have that little biology study session after all," I whisper in his ear. I flick my tongue out, running it along the curve of his ear. Jared shuddered as I sucked his lobe in my mouth and teased it with my teeth. His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me closer, "Your house or mine?" Enemies Become Lovers I rang the doorbell nervously; unsure about what the forth-coming events would bring. I am not sure if I was nervous, but definitely apprehensive. There was no reply. Again, I rang the doorbell. This time I did not have to wait long before the door opened. She hid her self behind the door, just her head appeared, "Do come in". I followed her into the living room. There was an awkward moment. But I looked at her. Sheema is young, in her early twenties. She was studying as part of a Post Graduate course at our place of work. Of Asian descent, she has lovely dark skin, long black hair, slim and about 5'4 I would say, but she looks taller than she is. She must be a dress size 10/12, and rather large breasts, about a C/D cup if not fuller. Again, I thought to my self, her face is the weakest link, coupled with the fact that I generally prefer slightly fuller ladies around the waist and bum. The two of us had never really got on at work; she was young, bright, overly arrogant and demanding. I was simply not prepared to drop what I was doing for her every whim, much to her dissatisfaction. But now, whilst I was sitting down in front of her, outside work, I had to admit to myself that she was rather attractive, this was the first time I saw her with a different view. She was wearing a short summer dress, which revealed her cleavage and lovely slim legs. Her long hair was gathered in a ponytail, reaching down to her waist. "I have been thinking," I said, trying to make conversation and break the ice. "I am not sure if we should go through with this?" "Neither am I " she replied "but it is my side of the agreement that we made." "True, but perhaps we will both come to regret it," I thought out loud. The events, which had lead up to this moment in time, had been very bizarre and unexpected. Sheema for a couple of reasons had done some silly things at work and as a result could have got into serious trouble. While working late one night, she was obviously upset, and ended up telling me the story before asking if I could help. I said I could help limit the damage she had done but not stop it all, however I could also be disciplined for helping her out if I was caught. She thought for a while, before she unexpectedly asked if I were to help her out, what would I want in return. "What for" I replied with shock. "What do you want from me in return?" she asked again, "if I was to ask you to cover up as much as possible for me." "I don't; don't know" I stuttered, not sure where this conversation was leading, or exactly what she was asking, what was on offer? I thought about it briefly. "What do you think you should offer in payment?" I asked, turning around the question, " a crate or two of beer " I suggested. "I couldn't afford to buy you enough" she remarked. Several ideas were mentioned and discarded, mainly by her. "I have noticed how you sometimes look at me, similar to when men eye me up in clubs. I think you find me attractive. Do you?" "Well yeeessssssss I suppose I do, but" "Okay, here's the deal " she said not allowing me to finish my sentence. That was a couple of weeks ago now. So here I was, effectively getting payment for helping her out. I was getting cold feet myself, this could go horribly wrong, but perhaps that was part of the intrigue of the situation. I looked up at her, and she was just staring at me, breathing heavily, and a tear running down her cheek. "It's okay, I shall leave." As I stood up, I put my hands on her waist and pulled her in to reassure her. We just stood there for several minutes, hugging each other as I was stroking her hair, and wiped away her tear with my thumb. "I don't know what I want," she said as she pulled her head away from me and looked at me in the eye. "Part of me wants to go ahead with what we agreed, because we made a deal, and you have done your part of the bargain superbly, but, even though I suggested it, it is wrong". "You have hit my concerns to, this is wrong, effectively sexual blackmail" "But there is something else." she whispered. "What?" I asked. "I'm intrigued about your request, to the extent that I want to try it" "Try what?" I asked. "Offering my body to you". Again we hugged, but this time it was different, her hands started to explore my body, lightly. I felt her move her head so I looked down at her. Her head moved to mine, her lips seeking out mine. We started to kiss, gently at first, but as we relaxed, it become more aggressive, as our tongues explored each other's mouths, and our hands explored the feel of each other's body. After some time, we stopped kissing but just stood there hugging. "Do you want to continue?" I asked "Or shall I leave now?" "Please stay". "Okay, where is the bedroom?" "Through there" she replied pointing through a door. "Can I go and prepare?" I asked. "Sure" "And did you do the shopping?" "Yes," she said, a smile was noticeable now; she was obviously starting to relax. I went through into a candle lit bedroom, by the smell some were obviously scented. I retrieved my four bed restraint cuffs out of my bag and found places to secure them all. I removed the duvet and placed two large towels on the bed, before heading back towards Sheema. She was sitting down, with her legs crossed, showing of her long thighs. I walked up to her and held out my hand, "Its time". She looked up at me and smiled before standing and walked towards me. I placed my hands on her head and looked down at her, before bringing our mouths together. We kissed, not with passion but it was physical, we were both relaxed with each other in this intimate situation. After several minutes, I pulled away. It was obvious that she was now aroused, as was I. Her breathing was heavy and her nipples were protruding through her dress. I noticed a zip on the back of her dress. I reached round her back and unzipped it. She started to remove her dress. "Stop, let me sit down first" I ordered "So I can see your lovely figure from afar". I sat down, and she came up to me, before letting one and then both straps down her shoulders, allowing the dress fall to the ground, revealing her lovely cream lacy bra and matching thong. "Turn around, please." With that she turned her self around slowly, the thong was brief, sliding up nicely between the cheeks of her buttocks. Facing me again, her hand reached behind her back as she unclasped her bra, and letting it fall to the ground, revealing a lovely pair of olive coloured breasts. "What do you think?" she asked as she came close to me and offered my mouth a nipple. "I think its time we went through to the bedroom." and took her hand and led her through. She saw the restraints on the bed at looked at me, unsure. "Don't worry, I won't harm you, and I haven't forgotten your one condition. And if at any time you feel uncomfortable, just say Jesus" "Why Jesus?" "Because as a Muslim it is not going to be the first thing you would naturally say. Just remember if you feel threatened or uncomfortable, just say Jesus. I will respect your limits. I am not here to hurt you." "I believe you, now" she replied with a deliberate pause. As she lay on the bed, I restrained her hands, and after removing her thong, her ankles. She was now lying on the bed for me to enjoy, tease and anything else that took my fancy. I just stood there, watching, thinking. This whole situation was so surreal, but none the less happening. She was looking at me, showing looks of excitement, but also unsure. I slowly undressed, and my semi-hard erection caused a giggle. I climbed onto the bed and whispered into her ear, something along the lines of "Relax and enjoy." I then started to kiss and lick her ear; she writhed and shook her body, I think partially to attempt an escape from the unexpected attention, and partially because she turned out to be very ticklish. I slowly worked over to her mouth, and started to kiss her lightly on the lips, and just push my tongue onto her lips. She responded by opening her mouth and I moved my head away from her slightly. She lifted her head off the bed in an attempt to kiss me. Again, I moved away from her, not completely, but only our tongues were touching. "Bastard", she retorted. I was kind enough to allow our mouths to kiss again, and this continued, whilst my right hand was delicately touching and stroking her body. I soon moved down to her neck, and started to kiss and lick her body, slowly and sensuously. Those shoulders were smooth and responsive. I have no idea how long I continued, but I eventually reached her breasts. She was just lying there, eyes closed and moaning with pleasure. I started to kiss and lick her right breast, the nipple standing firm and erect. Moving in a circular motion, I kissed and licked her skin, and gently touched her skin with my fingers. After several minutes, I had worked myself to the centre, the nipple. I gently started to flick my tongue across it. "Oh that's so good" or similar comment emerged from her lips. I continued, lightly caressing it. "Oh suck it, suck my nipple please". I started to suck her nipple, slowly at first, then slowly taking the nipple and part of her breast into my mouth, sucking and biting. Suddenly I stopped, with my mouth open just above her breast. "Don't stop," she cried as she tried to lift her breast into my mouth. I teased her like this for several minutes with one and then the other, before discovering I could bite both nipples at the same time. I soon headed south again, kissing, licking and lightly stroking her stomach. It was apparent that she has exercised her stomach region well, it was flat and taught. She was moaning with pleasure, as I continued to caress and tease her, occasionally heading towards her pussy before returning to her stomach. As I headed further south, I started to caress her inner thighs and worked my way to her pussy. The whole region was glistening and her pussy lips seemed to be slightly raised and erect! Again, I slowly closed in a circular motion to her clitoris, which was very pink and prominent. I licked it slightly with my tongue, which soon had the desired effect. As I continued to play with her with just my tongue she started to breathe rapidly. "Don't stop, don't stop, that's sooooo gooood" "DONT Stop" But it was too late, as her torment was to continue. I just kissed it lightly and blew over her clitoris. Soon, she was thrusting her pussy to my mouth so I moved further away, and continued to tease her like this for several moments. "Oh please, please, don't tease me. I want to cum, let me cum." "I know." I replied. I was starting to enjoy myself, partially because I was getting a young lady so worked up, and partially because for once I had this arrogant young lady in my control. I went back to kissing and licking her inner thighs and along her pussy lips, before I hit on an idea. Slowly, I worked down to her anus, and started to kiss the area just out side. There was no cry of anal phobia unlike some of my ladies in the past. As I started to give her anus some attention, I started to finger fuck Sheema's pussy, initially with one finger and then two. This, she was obviously enjoying, and it was at this point I started to rim her, to fuck her anus with my tongue. "Stop, Stop!" I continued as she had not sad the key word. She repeated her request, but each one was slightly more subdued than before until the words were replaced with moans whilst her pussy was finger fucked and her anus was fucked by my tongue. This carried on for several minutes, until she came with such frenzy, her entire body shaking as several orgasms hit her body. I eased off and watched her as her body took complete control for a minute or so. Her olive coloured body glistened as her perspiration caught the light. Her nipples were proudly erect on her beautiful breasts. She slowly regained control, and looked up at me "You BASTARD", though her smile gave away her real thoughts. With out giving her much opportunity to recover, I soon started again. Her left ankle was near me, with a simple ankle strand around it. I manoeuvred her foot, so that I could start to lick and kiss her toes and foot. She quickly started to move it away from me, but my grip was too firm. She had ticklish feet. I continued to kiss and lick her foot. She sound discovered a new joy, having her big toe sucked and kissed. Eventually, I started to work up her long slender leg, just kissing and licking it, as I heard her moan. As I neared her pussy, I could smell the delicate smell of nectar. "Where's the shopping?" I asked. "In the kitchen." She replied. Reaching into my bag, I retrieved my blindfold. "Okay I am going to place this over your eyes, but remember what I said earlier on, if you do not like it, just say Jesus." "Jesus, Jesus, remove the blind fold, please" "Please give me a chance. When I start, and you do not like it, then I will stop, honest" Reluctantly she agreed. I soon found the kitchen, and opened the fridge. The items were there. Back in the bedroom, I opened the strawberry yoghurt, and place it on her two breasts. "Oh, oh, its cold". It was as her nipples grew in size even more. I poured some over her pussy as well. Slowly I started to lick it off, and the only noise I heard from Sheema was moaning, from pleasure. It was fun, licking her skin and pussy, licking up the yoghurt, especially around her pussy. I slowly started on her pussy again, initially with my tongue, gently licking and kissing her pussy lips and surrounding area. The sounds of her moans started to get louder. At some point, I realised I was nibbling her clitoris, and her body started to react to another explosive orgasm. This time, I just went at it at full force, having no intention this time round to tease her. I soon had, one, two fingers and then a small courgette in a condom in her glistening pussy, whilst I kept eating her clitoris. "Oh God, Oh God" she cried as one then two orgasms hit her body. Again, I withdrew and watched her body calm down after two intense orgasms. I stood up and having removed her blindfold slowly started to stroke my cock. "Happy", I asked. "Yes" she whispered, but what did you fuck me with? It gave me the strangest sensations." "That", I replied, pointing to it. "Have you ever used a toy, such as a vibrator or a vegetable?" "No" she confessed. "But it was different, enjoyable." "Then I think its time you gave me some pleasure. Don't you?" I climbed onto the bed and straddled her, my knees either side of her chest. "Sit forward", I ordered. As she did, I placed two pillows behind her head, so that she was looking at my cock. As she leant back, I continued to gently stroke my cock, I could see her eyes were transfixed on it. "Have you had a white cock before?" I enquired. "Yes, but it was somewhat smaller than yours is" she replied. "Would you like to suck it, and lick it?" "Not really" she replied. "But you liked me licking your pussy didn't you?" "Yes, it was sooooooo gooodddddd" "Then I think you should return the compliment". I slowly moved my cock nearer to her head. "Kiss my balls" I ordered, "And lick them too." Slowly she did as I asked, gently at first, but I soon started to moan with pleasure. "Do the same to my shaft", I asked. Slowly she did, starting to work up my cock. I released her right hand, so she could use her hand as well. After several minutes, she was starting to get the hang of it. "Kiss the head, and lick your tongue over it, imagine it's your favourite ice cream" This continued for some time, as her technique slowly improved. "Now wrap your brown lips around my white cock, take as much of it as you can." "Come on, I want to see your brown lips engulf my white cock" Reluctantly she did what I asked, and it was such a nice feeling. I said words of encouragement and advice as she started to tenderly fuck my cock with her mouth. "And don't forget my balls" She swapped her attention to my balls. Then I had an idea. "Did you know you had a sensitive anus?" She looked up at me, with a slight blush. "No". "But you did enjoy it though?" "Yes. Do you want me to lick yours?" "Yes" I replied and manoeuvred myself over her. Again, she was she was hesitant at first, but the area around my anus is sensitive, and I was soon moaning with pleasure. "That's so good" With that, she slowly got bolder, and it wasn't too long before I could feel her tongue entering. I had to use both hands to steady myself. She was obviously getting the idea, as she started to switch from my anus to my balls, and started to slowly wank me with her free hand. After a good few minutes, she asked, "What is your wish now?" "Suck me", I replied. This time she had lost her hesitancy, and started to suck my cock, with gusto, using her free hand as well to fondle my balls. " Oh God, that is so good, I'm going to cum soon." She stopped. "Fuck Me". "I can't, that was the provision you made me swear to. What did you say, something along the lines of 'you can do anything to me except fuck me with your cock', and that was what we agreed." At this time, I was still fairly close to cuming. I noticed some baby oil on her dressing table. I went across and retrieved it. "What's that for?" she enquired. "You will see" I replied as I poured some onto my cock, and more onto her magnificent breasts. I then started to slowly tit fuck her, while she was still restrained to the bed. She quickly used her free hand to help keep her tits around my cock. "Oh God, I'm about to cum!" With that, I started to wank my self. I noticed her free hand move down to her pussy. She was playing with herself. "Oh fuck OH FUCK," I cried as a jet of cum left my cock, and hit her hair. The second jet hit her face and lips, and so did the third. I could not recall having ever cum before with such force. I was still oozing spunk onto her oily breasts when I noticed her hand move quicker. "AH, Ah Ah, AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH" she cried as another intense orgasm shook her body. I quickly released her other hand and hugged her. The whole thing was more than I had anticipated. We just lay there for a while, hugging. My spunk was still in her hair, and on her face. Neither of us spoke. I noticed the clock, it was gone midnight, and we had been there for a couple of hours. "I had better clean up before going, do you have a shower?" "Yes, in the bathroom" I released her feet, and grabbed her hand. "Come and join me?" I asked. It was not long before we were under the shower together; fortunately she had a bath rather than a shower cubicle. Noticing a large bathing sponge, I started to wash her and those breasts of hers. I am not quite sure how it happened, but the next moment, we were snogging under the shower, my hands on her firm buttocks. I soon felt a gentle hand on my cock; she was starting to wank me. She pulled away from our embrace, and started to kiss my body, soon her lips found my right nipple. She started to gently bite it, twisting it gently. This was a new; and pleasurable experience, as the shower was still running. Her lips found my other nipple, and treated that as she did with the other. Eventually, after kissing her way down, she was on her knees, and she started to pay attention to my hard cock. She had remembered what I said earlier as she started to kiss the head of my cock, before licking and kissing the shaft, her hands gently holding and playing with my balls. She was there for some time, and it was bliss. "That cock, I need to have that cock up my pussy", she thought out aloud. Enemies Become Lovers: The Second After the fateful night, I only saw Sheema a couple of times when she came to work. Nothing was said, even hinted at. Not a problem as only expected it to be a one of. However at the end of the summer, early September, out of the blue I received an email from her along the lines of Hi again. How are you, hope you are well. I, sorry, we were wondering if we could meet up one night for a drink? There's a place we know well in Covent Garden, how about next week? Hope to hear from you soon. Sheema Out of curiosity, I replied and we agreed to meet up at 7:30ish. As I arrived, I instantly saw her, and she smiled as she saw me. As I met her, she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She had never been this affectionate to me before.... She bought the drinks and briefly made some small talk. She glanced at her watch. "Andrew, I or should I say, WE, my boyfriend and I; have a favor to ask you" "Errrrrrr yes" I replied. She then went on to explain the situation. Since the last time we met, she said that their sex life had lost a sparkle, and her boyfriend had commented. After some awkward conversations, she broke down in tears and explained what she had done at work, how I helped her, and what she offered in return. And what happened on that fateful night, how I teased her, tormented her and she had some of her best sex she can remember, and that this led to one of their most fun nights as well. She also went on to say that she had persuaded him to do something similar, but, although it was enjoyable, it lacked something especially after our night. Looking at her watch again, she spoke, "To put in bluntly, I want you to fuck me again, and let my boyfriend watch." I was somewhat taken back by this. However before I had chance to say anything, her boyfriend arrived, and I was introduced to Nakul, also of Asian descent. The next 30 minutes or so was spent on talking, Sheema talking about her new job, how she met Nakul, And we soon all felt at ease with each other. "Did Sheema explain why we ask to meet up with you?" asked Nakual. "Well, I think so" I replied. "What do you think, are you interested?" "Possibly, need to give it some thought." "We understand that" he replied. "But a couple of thoughts already, one if it happens, it should take place on neutral territory, and the hotel must be at least a 4 star, your bill." "Sounds reasonable" they replied "And If there are two of you, then I have the option to bring a friend along as well" I had a plan already coming together. From the look on their faces, they did not like that suggestion, but I left it as a condition. And I left shortly after that, promising I would consider the invite and reply via email, as they would consider my condition. That evening, I spoke to an old girlfriend of mine, and went round to see her. I told her the situation. It was obvious she was intrigued by it all. After a quick and furious fuck, I left her, both of us feeling satisfied. The following morning, I sent an email along the lines of: Hi Sheema, I have given your proposal some thought, and in principle, I am prepared to go along with it. However there are several conditions. 1. The hotel must be at least a four star, and we will need two adjoining rooms, which link up. To keep the costs down, it does not have to be in central London, but it is your bill. Hiltons are reasonable and they have two beds in the room as well. 2. Secondly, I WILL bring a friend along this is non-negotiable. 3. I want a check please for £50.00, you will get the change. 4. I will be the master. Their reply still suggested that they were uneasy about the fourth person, but they agreed to all the conditions, and we arranged it for a Saturday night in a week's time.... I arrived at the hotel and after booking in to my room, met them in the bar as planned. Several drinks were drunk as we chatted. Sheema looked terrific, with her hair down. She had a simple but elegant dress, which revealed her cleavage nicely. We made polite conversation before we retired to their room. As we walked into the room, they started to embrace and kiss. "Excuse me!, Nakul, you can only touch your girlfriend with my permission" With that I walked up to her, brushed him aside and started to kiss her. She returned my kiss with passion. After several minutes I pulled away. It was obvious that she was turned on, her nipples were erect and protruding through her top. Pouring some wine, I suggested to Nakul that he should sit down. "Strip" I ordered, looking at Sheema. She was obviously taken aback, but proceeded to undress her self. "Slowly" She slowly started to unfasten her buttons as she danced to the music. Her sense of rhythm was very good, and she moved her body in a rather sensuous way. She also used her imagination as she stroked her own skin in between unfastening her buttons. Finally, her buttons were undone and, suggestively she pushed it of her shoulders and allowed it to fall onto the ground. "Wow" She was wearing a lovely bright red plunge bra and thong, complementing her olive skin tremendously. She continued dancing before reaching round her back, and facing Nakul, unfastened her bra and after some teasing, throw it to Nakul, revealing her ample breasts. Turning round to me, she started to rub herself through her lace thong as well as stoking and caressing her own body. After some time, she walked up to me, and started to remove her thong, before she threw it at me it. Bringing it to my nose, I could smell her juices, she was already extremely aroused. I stood up, and placed my hands on her hips as I kissed her, and, as she forced her tongue into my mouth, I started to suck on it. "Hummmmmmm" she moaned. Allowing Nakul to have some fun with her, I started to prepare the bed, placing and securing the restraints. "Are you ready?" I enquired. "Yes" she replied as she walked over to the bed. Motioning to Nakul, we restrained her hands and then her feet, as she lay spread-eagled on the bed. Finally I retrieved the Blindfold, passing to Nakul, "If you could do the honors please" "Why the blindfold" Sheema asks. "Because, then you won't know which one of us is doing what to you" I replied. I then, quickly undressed my self, and indicated to Nakul that he should do the same. Soon, we were both naked, his cock was half erect, as was mine! I worked over to her and started to kiss her on the lips, and as it became more passionate, moved away slightly. She raised her head to meet mine, but I just sucked her tongue until I pulled away. Suggesting to Nakul that he should join me, I started to rub my hands lightly over her body, her breasts, including her mound, so light that it is almost tickling. She was moaning and begging, as two pairs of hands, and two mouths started to tease her body, kissing, licking, and teasing her. Nakul and I took it in turns to kiss her, play with her breasts, her body but never her pussy or ass, that I was saving for later. During this period, she was becoming more and more aroused, and she often struggled with the restraints, and asked, begged us to do more, but I would not allow it. Eventually, I allowed myself to wonder down to her pussy, and delicately liked her pussy lips, as Nakul watched. I was deliberately being slow and light with my touch. I could see her lips glisten with her juices as I kissed, and licked her upper thighs, pussy lips, but ensuring that I was not penetrating her. Nakul was starting to get the idea as he straddled her, and made her lick his balls and shaft. Again, this continued for several minutes, before I suggested to Nakul, by signalling with my hands, that we swapped positions. Soon, Nakul was teasing her cunt whilst Sheema was licking my shaft and balls. I noticed the time. Removing myself from Sheema, I walked across to the connecting door, and opened it. There was Ruth, in a robe. Beckoning Nakul to be quiet, Ruth walked in and removed her robe. She looked good, in her baby suit. She beckoned to Nakul to move; there was no talking. Sheema asked what was happening, as she was not getting any attention. Siting on the Sofa, Ruth soon got to work, as she started to tenderly kiss Sheema on the lips. Their tongues could be seen entering each other's mouths, as they kissed, and sucked each other's lips and tongues. Sheema voiced no comment at all on the difference in touch. Slowly Ruth kissed Sheema's body, tenderly and delicately, teasing each nipple with her tongue. Flicking her nipples with her tongue. Nakul was obviously highly aroused as he was stroking his cock with his hand. I am not sure how long this lasted, as Ruth worshipped and teased Sheema's body. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of wet kisses, and Sheema moaning/gasping with pleasure. "My Pussy" she cried, "Lick my Pussy you barstards." With that, Ruth moved down to Sheema's pussy and started to tease her. Using her hands, she pulled apart her pussy lips, exposing her clit. Slowly she moved her lips on to it, Sheema was moaning to the feel of Ruth's breath, of her delicate touch. After several minutes of this, Ruth finally moved in big time on Sheema's clit, licking, biting and kissing with her mouth, and Sheema was soon thrashing on the bed, as an orgasm hit her entire body. Ruth just continued, as Sheema reached another orgasm. "Oh god, stop it guy, just fuck me!" cried Sheema. Nakul was about to get up and obliged, but Ruth, stopped him. Instead, she retrieved a new strap on from the bag she was carrying, and secured it around her. Carefully, Ruth positioned it at the entrance to Sheema's pussy. "Oh just fuck me, I don't care which one of you, just fuck me" With that, Ruth started to fuck Sheema with the strap on, pushing it the entire length in. "Oh, OH" Sheema exclaimed as she took the whole length. Ruth quickly picked up speed much to the delight of Sheema, her moans were of pure pleasure. Soon, her body started to convulse as one, and then another orgasm hit Sheema's body. Slowly, Ruth pulled away from Sheema, leaving her lying on the bed. It was at this point that I noticed that Nakul must have cum as he was wiping away the mess on the carpet floor! "Was that good Sheema" I asked. "What do you bloody well think" she replied. "Well are you ready to return the favor?" I asked. "Of course" she said, matter as factly. "Promise" I asked "Yes..." she replied With that, Ruth moved up and straddled Sheema, so that her pussy, and strap on was inches away from her face. Ruth leant down, and removed the blindfold, whispering at the same time "that sounds a very good idea" The following moment was a moment to remember as Sheema realised that it was a female who had just fucked her, and bought her so much pleasure. Nothing happened for a couple of minutes, though Ruth was looking down at Sheema, and smiling. After several minutes of inactivity, Ruth moved further down, in order that she could kiss Sheema. Sheema tried to resist, but Ruth took hold of Sheema by the head, and held her as she started to kiss. All attempts of resistance died, as the two of them could be seen kissing and sucking each other's lips and tongues. Ruth slowly moved her body, as Sheema kissed feverishly on Ruth's smooth skin, and it was not long before she was teasing Ruth's Breasts, as Ruth was giving her words of encouragement, as she started to moan with pleasure. Finally, Ruth had returned to her original position, with her shaven pussy inches away from Sheema's mouth. This time, she did not resist at all, as she slowly started to explore Ruth's pussy with her tongue. "Hummm that's good " moaned Ruth, "Don't stop." I could see Sheema's tongue licking up Ruth's juices, as she was become bolder. I released Sheema's hands. Automatically, she started to use her hands to explore Ruth's body, as one hand reached for Ruth's breasts, and the other stayed to play with Ruth's pussy. I stood up, and moved across to Sheema, and placed my hands on Ruth's hips, as I positioned my cock to the entrance of Sheema's Pussy. God, was she wet. My cock just slid in, all the way, as I held onto Ruth's hips. I started to kiss and lick Ruth's neck, as I slowly started to thrust into Sheema's wet pussy, the whole event was too much for me fucking Sheema as she was licking her first pussy. I realised that I was close to cuming. The excitement was to great, I wondered how I had not cum like Nakul had done so. With pure sexual lust, I fucked Sheema's pussy, deep and hard. The look on her face when she saw Ruth and the strap on, was unbelievable, a truly indescribable sight. The whole situation must have been too much as I was soon cuming, moaning and shouting as I came deep inside Sheema., this triggered Sheema to have another orgasm, though not as intense as her earlier ones. Ruth had also cum, as she was moaning and groaning as Sheema Licked Ruth's Pussy and clit. "Right Gentleman" stated Ruth, "I suggest you sit down and recover, I have plans for Sheema." With that, she let Sheema free from the remaining restraints whilst talking to her at the same time, and unfastening the strap on. "Did you enjoy me fucking you with the strap on?" "Yes" she whispered. "Well I'd like you to fuck me with it" "Pardon!" Passing Sheema the strap one, "I'd like you to fuck me with it." Sheema looked at Nakul and myself. He just nodded his head in approval. Slowly Sheema started to attach the strap on, with Ruth's assistance. Ruth lay back on the bed, and started to stroke her pussy. Sheema was quite reluctant at first, slow and apprehensive. Ruth, realising this took control, as she pulled Sheema up, and to her side, kissing Sheema, getting her aroused again. Soon they were kissing each over, deeply, their hands caressing each other's bodies, both were become very aroused. "Eat my pussy please" whispered Ruth. With out any further encouragement, Sheema started to move her mouth, slowly, as she kissed and licked her way to Ruth's breasts, Ruth was soon moaning loudly as Sheema sucked, licked, kissed, felt and flicked Ruth's breasts, nipples. Spending time ensuring that Ruth was becoming aroused. Eventually Sheema started to explore, moving down, eventually reaching Ruth's Pussy. Slowly she started to lick her, as her fingernails caressed and stroked Ruth's thighs, and stomach, Ruth was moaning and withering with pleasure. This was a joy to watch, as both Nakul and I had started to regain erections and were stroking them, whilst watching Sheema make love to Ruth. After what felt like an eternity, Sheema looked up at Ruth and smiled. She moved herself, positioning the strap on to the entrance of Ruth's pussy. Slowly she started to push it in, Ruth letting out a low long moan. Slowly Sheema pulled it out, and in, being careful, and taking her time. Ruth was moaning on every thrust, becoming more and more vocal with every thrust. Sheema, however ignored Ruth's moans and calls of "faster, faster" as she slowly fucked Ruth, taking her time and deliberation. Ruth was now moving in rhythm to Sheema's thrust, and slowly, naturally they picked up speed, their breasts moving in time with their bodies. The tempo picked up.... "Oh fuck," cried Ruth "Oh fuck fffucccccccckkkkkkkkkkk, I'm so close" With that, Sheema started to pick up pace, so naturally, and she started to moan as well, loud and passionate. "Oh God Oh my God" Ruth cried, as an intense orgasm hit her body, her body thrashed about on the bed, moaning, shouting. Sheema continued to fuck Ruth, fast and furious, before she too cried out, an orgasm hitting her body shortly after, as she collapsed on top on Ruth, instantly hugging each other... To Be Continued... Enemies Become Lovers She tuned the shower off, and led me back into her bedroom, not even bothering to dry herself as she bent over her bed. "FUCK ME" she ordered. I slowly inserted my cock into her brown pussy, and it was tight. She started to fuck me, but I grasped her hips and stopped her, I wanted to saviour this moment. Slowly, I started to fuck her, and she soon moved her hips with my motion. I could not resist her tight anus, and I slowly started to tease her entrance with my finger. Our pace started to quicken, and the next moment she gasped loudly. She had moved with so much force, that my finger had penetrated her tight anus. There was no sound from her apart from moaning with pleasure. We continued to fuck, and I could feel my thrusts with my finger up her tight anus. "Oh God, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum", I stuttered. "Stop, I want to see your face as you explode inside me", she replied. Very quickly, she turned over and I was now looking down on her beautiful body. As I started to thrust into her again, she started to shout. "OH, OH, OH MY GOD, SO GOOD, ABOUT TO CUM" With that, I could not control myself any more as I felt the first jet of cum released into Sheema's pussy. I continued thrusting into her, each thrust releasing yet another stream of cum. "Oh God, I can feel you cum" she exclaimed, as she reached yet another intense orgasm, I collapsed onto her, drained of energy. Again, we just lay there, neither of us speaking. The clock indicated 1.00am. I leant over and kissed her gently before getting dressed. She just lay there, almost asleep. As I left her bedroom, I could see my cum and her juices seeping out onto her pubes and towels. As I lay in my own bed that night, I could not sleep. That night's sex was un-doubtingly the best 'casual' sex I had ever experienced, and was with some one who was arrogant, and with whom I did not get on with at work. But in the bedroom, that is another matter. Enemies with Benefits You find it slightly hard to believe he even thinks you would consider doing this. The first time you saw it on a porn film you were fascinated but utterly repelled: a woman being deeply sodomised and then, when the man withdrew, spinning rapidly round as if eager, dropping to her knees and taking his glistening penis directly, deeply, apparently greedily into her mouth. How could she do that? What did it taste like? Was it safe? Yet he isn't offering to pay you. He genuinely thinks that you are going to do it this evening, and that you'll be doing it just because you have been told to. He's wrong. ------------------------------------------ It was this morning as he left for work that he gave you an envelope, telling you to not to open it until he gave you the order to do so. You had pleasant butterflies in your stomach -- mild but distinct -- whenever you thought of it during the morning's dull meeting. At lunch you hoped for a text, and checked your e-mail more often than you could really excuse to yourself. Why do you get so pathetically needy when he plays with you like this? You're never normally the kind to wait, fluttering, for a man to contact you. It doesn't occur to you to open the envelope without permission, though he could never find out. The text doesn't come until 3pm, by which time you are hardly able to concentrate at all on your work. You slip to the loo and tear open the envelope in the semi-privacy of the cubicle. Your hands, you notice, are shaking slightly. The card itself is incongruously pretty -- a late-Impressionist painting, in heightened colours, of a bourgeois garden, its flowers oversaturated by the reproduction. Why on earth are you stopping to notice this? Do you now want to tease yourself further? Are you afraid? Or are you simply wanting to experience every sensation to its fullest and clearest? You open the card slowly. It hasn't your name or his. It contains only the words, printed in his tight, small hand: "ATM tonight". You pause. When you first started exploring your submissive side with him you specified this as one of your hard limits. No blood, no marks visible when clothed, absolute respect for your safe word, absolute confidentiality, and no urine or faeces, including "ass to mouth" -- even the Americanised vulgarity of the term offends your English ear. Now he is directly challenging your limits. And with something you think is pretty disgusting. You'd honestly rather he drew blood. You make to stand up from the loo seat and can feel at once that you are wet -- sopping. Your body is betraying you. Maybe you don't have to tell him just now that it's not going to happen. You can go along with it for the exciting anticipation and call it off at the last moment. You trust him to respect your safe word. And the vengeful way he'll take you if you use it and then let him get his own back on you with sex will be amazing! Until him you had never been taken really hard, and the orgasms have been a revelation. You often notice the paradox that his total selfishness is so much better for you than the consideration others have shown you. You've also discovered that you are more physically resilient than you (or your exes) would have thought. You head home as early as you can get away with. If you're going to tease him you want to make it special for him. You will be well-groomed and sexily dressed. You shower, imagining the harsh way his hands will grope your body as you gently caress your neck, breast and thighs. You shiver in anticipation of the pain that you will feel, aware of a familiar tingle in your thighs. He won't be gentle. You flush slightly as your fingertips explore your clitoris. Abruptly you stop. What is he doing to you? You know for sure you are going to be sodomised, so you unscrew the shower head and give yourself a careful enema, pushing the hose up to but not into your anus so that the water pushes through: not so much water that it will get far in and loosen things higher up, but enough to mean that you get every particle out as far as he will reach. You feel a shiver of shame that you now know how much water you need for this -- it's degrading to be becoming skilled at getting your anus ready for a man to use for sex. You're squeamish and hate the idea of anything coming out. And it hurts when he takes you there. And he's not gentle. ------------------- You are a soft-line feminist, but something about the way you are giving in to him suggests a kind of 1950s women's-mag domesticity. It seems a pleasingly heightening juxtaposition to preface whatever depravity he will push you into with a display of wholesome, innocent, old-fashioned care: cook him a nice meal, hang his coat, wait for him to initiate conversations -- signs of a feigned deference you would normally rather choke than feel or show. As you move round the kitchen in your dressing gown, chopping veg, putting a bottle of white in the freezer, tidying as you cook, you enjoy the feeling of serving him, and you resent yourself for doing so. But you're on a deadline, and your qualms are soon swallowed up in the choosing of underwear. What does a guy want to remove from a girl he mistakenly believes is shortly going to suck lubricant, and goodness knows what bacteria, off his penis? You decide on matching, white pants and bra with little lace borders. Innocent and clean should make a nice contrast with his soon-to-be-frustrated plans. You go for prim but sexy: a fitted, light grey, knee-length dress, its neck too high to suggest a slutty display of cleavage. Mid-height heels with round toes and a little strap over the arch suggest girlishness. No tights or stockings -- he doesn't like the faff of removing them, and hold-ups would be too tarty, and undermine the illusion that he is about to ruin innocence. --------------------------------- Supper is over. You are tidying the kitchen. He is sitting at the table making no move to help you. You feel him watching you as you move around. Oddly, though he has seen you naked so much, you feel consumed with shy self-consciousness. You wish he would stop staring, or that you had worn a less figure-showing dress. You drop a fork as you carry the plates. What on earth is happening to you? You're not clumsy! You're not some giddy kid who gets wobbly at the prospect of sex. And you're generally reasonably comfortable with your body, too. After you have cleared supper, you don't know what to do. You stand waiting for him to take charge, but he says and does nothing. He is completely comfortable, half-smiling, calm. You are absolutely not. You would like to throw his wine in his smug face and storm out, but you somehow cannot. You stand and, worst indignity so far, you find yourself blushing. He has whipped you with a belt (it hurt and you hated it), but just at the moment you would sooner take thirty strokes of that, naked and bound, than stand for another five seconds in front of him whilst he stares you down and inspects you. This is not OK. It's not worth it. It's not you. Just throw him out! You don't, of course. Maddeningly, though you yourself really thought you might, he knew you wouldn't. At last he rises, you walk obediently, relieved to be taken upstairs. You remember to your abrupt disgust that you are wearing the dress you wore to your grandfather's 80th birthday lunch. You want him to take you hard and deep, to drive the memories and the shame clean out of you and turn you into an animal that lives in the moment of its pain and pleasure. You want his sexual aggression to wash away the thoughts beyond. Upstairs, he stands behind you and holds you hard by your hips, digging in his fingers as if to criticise your weight, or to hurt you. Perhaps it is purely that he likes the feel of your flesh giving under his grasp. Perhaps he is enjoying the fact that you no longer squirm, though he knows he is hurting you. He lifts your skirt to look at your pants, and you are sick with yourself for being grateful and aroused by his murmur of "good girl". It is worse when he pushes a proprietary finger into the front of the pants, pulls them out and adds "very good girl" in approbation of your smoothness. The height of your shame, though, is the peremptory shove of his finger between your labia to prove your wetness. You are SO wet. His forefinger slips around in you with a faint but perceptible theatricality. Though you don't look up, you are disgusted by the smirk you know will be on his lips. You are ashamed of your body and upset by the fact that you are still tolerating this. He brings his finger out of your pants and up to your face, showing you your slime and making you lock eyes with him. Slowly, he pushes the finger towards your mouth. At the last moment as it approaches your lips you quickly, apologetically, neatly, open your teeth and bob your head forward, licking it clean as if it were unwelcome, but a matter of course. You feel your body react further at this first active gesture of compliance. Your eyes are down and you feel your cheeks grow hot. Secretly you do like the way you taste. He puts his hand on your head. He doesn't push hard, but you kneel. He presses his crotch against your face. You can smell him through the clean suit trousers. A faint but clear musk that you will soon be tasting. ---------------------------- Fifteen minutes later you are naked and bent over. It feels far longer than that. Your tongue, lips and neck know they've been at work, but he has not allowed you to make him cum. Your eyes sting with tears, and the non-waterproof mascara you wear for him (he indicated after the second time he slept with you that he wished you to, and you bought some the next day) has run from him pressing his cock aggressively into the back of your throat until you retch. You are glad you ate almost no supper, having now twice been sick into your mouth. Kneeling with your hands behind your back whilst he fucked your throat you felt a kind of pride that you had not resorted to the safe word. You hate the feeling of having your throat fucked. It's not only the sheer discomfort -- it's the rising desperation of wondering if he'll go too far this time and asphyxiate you. You are glad that is over. He has blindfolded your eyes, the cloth wet against your cheeks from your gagging tears. He has bent you over your chest of drawers and made you hold your buttocks apart for him. You did not initially stretch them tightly enough, and he put his hands on yours and pushed them apart until the skin now feels taut and vulnerable. Cold air reaches skin which is generally covered and warm. You find your sensations focusing obsessively on the area between your buttocks, waiting in your imposed blindness and vulnerability to see what he has in mind for you. He hasn't touched you for a while. You start to worry about what he's about to do. Suddenly you feel the lightest tickling sensation against your left thigh. You want to wriggle but you know he likes you to stay still. You fight the urge to move as the tickling passes up the thigh, and past your fingers to your anus. So cold! So ticklish! The sensitivity of your anus can distinguish that he is blowing on your skin lightly. You are irritated that he won't just take you. Doesn't he know you're literally starting to drool for his penis? Abruptly you twitch at the feeling of his lips on your right thigh, just above the knee. You hadn't heard him move, and the new location startles you. To warn you for your movement he gives you a distinct nip with his teeth -- not harsh, but clear. You stay still as he tracks the tip of his tongue very slowly up your thigh, curving round the line where your buttock meets your thigh, and up, skirting your anus closely, but not touching it. You want to push back towards his face so that the tickling becomes a more definite pressure. You know he won't indulge you, though. You stay still. He nibbles your left ankle, gently but now hard enough to feel good. His tongue and his teeth take turns back up your left calf, moving round from one side to the other, alternating surprise contacts in new places with agonisingly slow, languorous licking, inch by inch. He is taking his time. You want to scream at him to have sex with you. If you thought you could overpower him you would hold him down and thrust yourself into his face, onto his lovely penis. It takes an impossibly long time for him to get up your leg to your upper, inner thigh, his stubble brushing your skin, his breath against your labia. Surely now... But no, he has started again on the right, kissing your toes with what would seem like gentle deference if it weren't for the fact you are blindfolded, mascara- and spit-stained, bent over, holding your buttocks apart, awaiting his will. This gentle progress absolutely isn't suiting your mood, but it does feel amazing. By the time he reaches your thigh you are almost relaxing into it, starting to enjoy it in itself. You have clearly relaxed too much -- his hands push yours further apart again, admonishing you for slackening the tension of your spread buttocks. He returns to blowing on, then licking, and finally kissing around your anus. You wonder if he is being squeamish, not touching it. Within a couple of minutes you know that that was not it, as his tongue first glances across, then licks, then pushes against, then penetrates your anus. You want to grab his hair and push back, but you know he'll stop if you do. You wait absolutely still and allow him to play with your body in whatever manner he chooses. You feel his thick forefinger pushing into your anus. You relax to let him in, but notice with a momentary qualm how big even a finger feels with only spit for lubrication. He wriggles it round inside you, exploring you. You are so glad you washed carefully. He pushes down firmly towards your vagina, and you wonder whether you have misremembered. SURELY that's something in your vagina? This isn't an anal sensation at all -- except the niggling discomfort. Your body grows hot and you feel the rush of blood to your g-spot. He presses hard onto it and you start involuntarily. His finger yanks out of you and he gives you two hard slaps across the right thigh to punish you for moving. The stinging pain is such a definite, clear sensation that it is almost welcome. It even slightly helps to calm your overexcitement. He pushes one hand into the middle of your back and, standing over you now, intrudes his finger back into you and down. You fight the wriggle as hard as you can, but it's beyond you not to move a little as he brings you quickly to orgasm, and then, as you cum, pushes harder against your g-spot, hurting you and arousing you into an unwelcome, over-intense, overwhelming second orgasm which seems almost to trip over the first one. You are tingling all over when you feel the shock of cold lube against your anus. You don't care anymore. This is why you let him treat you like dirt. No one else has made you feel anything like this -- so abandoned. So elated. So owned. Now he is pushing his penis against your anus. It feels very big and very stiff. His large head does not immediately find its angle and its place, and when it does it enters you with a sort of silent, dull pop, shooting an inch or two into your body too abruptly, and making you start with pain. He does not punish your movement this time, but increases it by shoving himself in further. For some seconds the pain swallows up all pleasure. Through your foggy mind you feel an animal certainty that it is cruelty and not passion which is making him so rough. You don't notice the changeover, but the initial sharp, nauseating agony of ill-prepared penetration subsides gradually and arousal resurfaces, the two now working together as he pushes and pulls your hips to get you to an angle where he can hit your g-spot with his penis, through the soft dividing wall between your vagina and your stretching anus. No longer fully responsible for your actions, you notice blearily that he hasn't punished you for the fact that your hands have at some stage found their way up, and are now flattened against the un-giving surface on which you're spread, trying to gain traction to push back and intensify his thrusts. You cum, the pain rolling through the orgasms in successive waves. Without warning he pulls himself entirely out of you, fast. You gasp with the emptiness. A newly-discarded condom couldn't collapse to something more hollow, more desolate than you feel now. You try to look round, peering puzzled into your blindfold, and pawing back sightlessly to see where it has gone, the penis you need so much. Your tentative wrist is grabbed and you are tugged, hard, off the chest of drawers, your falling weight held up by the strong fingers which dig into your upper arms. Your knees hit the ground and a sharp jolt of pain shoots up your thighs, but you barely register it. Your body is limp and graceless as a rag doll. He slaps your face and grunts something at you that you are too out-of-it to catch. "Kneel up" he repeats, with a second slap. After a third slap you manage to obey, and feel your head yanked forward as he tugs the blindfold off abruptly. He has pulled up your office chair and now sits down in front of you. His legs are splayed and his hips are pushed forwards. His penis, bouncing slightly with his fast pulse after the vigorous sex he's been having with your rectum, points crazily at the corner of the ceiling. You are starting to realise what he wants you to do. You look at his penis. From where you are you can't see anything nasty on it. You have just endured the most ruthless sex of your life, and you are proud of yourself for taking it. Proud for having enjoyed it. You are not going to spoil it now. You are a determined, professional woman who can achieve the things she wants to achieve. If drug-addled little tarts from the porn industry can do this, you certainly can. You want to do this. You want to gaze up and look him proudly in the eye, his penis in your mouth. You shuffle towards him on your knees, steadying yourself for a moment with a hand on the chest of drawers as an orgasmic after-shock goes through you from the movement and perhaps from excitement at your heady resolution. As you get closer to him he pushes the chair back, keeping you a yard away. You whimper at the game, and try to move faster. He moves faster too. You stop and look at him pleadingly. What on earth does he want now? "Beg." You pause, looking at him. It is only an adjustment, though, not a real hesitation. You beg. You drop to your hands, lowering your face to the ground and raising your bottom. Now you see yourself from outside -- with his eyes. You will be the craven whore he wishes you. You want to fulfil his fantasy, his ambition, to turn you from the strong-minded professional he first met into a piece of barely-human flesh, abasing itself on the ground and weeping to suck its own arse off his triumphant penis. "Please may I suck your shitty cock?" You say, juxtaposing the correct grammar and the swear-word, shocking in your mouth -- previously clean in word and action, now pleading to abandon both. "Please may I clean you and then bend for you to fuck my arse again? Please fuck my throat and my arse." You warm to your task, writhing your arse hungrily in the air and kissing his feet imploringly. He takes your hair and pulls you up to your knees, twisting your face upwards. "Open your mouth, whore." You do so, widely, pushing your tongue out to open your throat, assuming he's going to fuck it. He bunches his lips and you realise he's going to spit in your face, in your mouth. He holds it for a second to let you react -- you who on your first date with him saw a man spitting in the street and spent the best part of ten minutes ranting about how disgusting you found it, until it had become a joke between the two of you. Now, kneeling, teary and sweat-stained, shaking with orgasm and with your own hedonistic descent into whoredom, you smile and open your mouth still wider to welcome his contemptuous spittle. You swallow what hits your mouth, gulping loudly enough for him to hear it, and leave the trail across your face just where it landed. Enemies with Benefits He lets go of your hair and sits back. He isn't going to make this easy by taking control. You are glad -- you want to show him what you can do. You kneel up to it, and, your hands on his knees, you take it as far into your throat as you can manage in a single go, your lips wide-parted. When it is in almost to the hilt you close your lips around it, put your tongue to it and suck slowly and very thoroughly up its whole length, slurping yourself gratefully off it. You are surprised to find that, whether it is your flavour or that of the lube, it is sweet and by no means unpleasant. You lick around his penis with the thoroughness of genuine enthusiasm, making direct, confident eye-contact with him as you run your tongue under the ridge beneath his head where most of the lube has accumulated, tasting the faint echo of offal and enjoying your own revulsion. When you have cleaned him completely you turn away and lower yourself onto your face, your arse sticking in the air provocatively. You look back round at him, your face an open challenge -- "you've made me into a whore," you seem to say, "now fuck me like one." He reaches quickly for the lube, but you, suddenly without limits, grab it out of his hands, and chuck it away. His startled eyes as you take such an assertive action put you in charge. You spread your buttocks for him impatiently, and suddenly it's you forcing the pace, you choosing the action. As he sinks himself in you you bark "harder" at him and reach back a hand, digging your nails into his thigh and tugging him into you in the rhythm you want. You cum again, and this time he cums in you too. Thrusting deeply and squirting several times before he is spent. He falls forward and you both roll sideways, him spooning and holding you as his penis shrinks inside you. You pull off him gently before turning back to suck him clean a second time. He is too sensitive to stand much of it, but wanting the current filthy mood not to leave you yet, you raise his leg and kiss and lick his balls. They taste strongly of very fresh sweat, and you suck them clean, adding your spit to dissolve his musk. Are you really going to do this? To stick your tongue into a man's anus? You look up, and see him watching you in fascination. He isn't in charge. For the first time since you met him he doesn't know what is going to happen next -- it's your decision. How nasty an act will you carry out to shock him, to debase yourself? You smile, amused and suddenly excited, you push his buttocks apart and sink your tongue into his arse, pushing until your jaw aches, worming the tip into him and hardening your whole tongue into a rigid muscle. You reach around and play with him as you do so, and notice with pleasure that he is hardening fast. ------------------- Your mood lasts, and now it shapes his. He is wild-eyed with pleasure and excitement at the grubby little whore he has unearthed. He fucks you very hard indeed. You can hardly tell where one orgasm ends and the next begins, and you switch him between different positions with confidence and authority, pulling him to you as he fucks your arse, jumping clear to lick or deepthroat him. After taking him in your throat or licking his anus you kiss him, challenging him to degrade himself too with your filthy, corrupt little body and face. On two occasions you have even pulled his head to your arse, pushing him into you, then kissing him deeply, sucking on his defiled tongue. You are at last finished. It's under three hours until you are due to get up for work. You kneel him up and bend him right over so that you can tongue his arse one last time, the deepest yet. For the first time you don't actually want it to turn him on again -- he is lasting longer each time, and even through the adrenalin your arse is really starting to throb and ache, unlubed by anything but spit since so much earlier. This goodnight tonguing is a farewell to yourself as a whore. You don't want to think about it, but you guess you'll be pretty uncomfortable about some of this stuff in the morning. As you lie behind his exhausted body afterwards, nuzzling his neck, you think of your 'hard' limits, and smile to yourself at their naivety. Suddenly one last thought comes to you. You lean in close to his ear and whisper "piss on me. Please?" He jumps a little, unwilling to believe it at first. "Please?" You repeat. "Please piss on my filthy little body. Clean my dirty face with your piss." Even as you say it you're disgusted by the idea, but you don't want your mood to flip -- you want to find new extremes. You don't want to suddenly find yourself back in sensible mode, looking back on your whorish self. "Please? I beg you. Piss me clean." He rises, leads you by the hand into the bathroom with an uneasy brusqueness. You lie on your back in the bath. You turn your face up to him, your mouth and eyes wide open. You push in your breasts to make them more prominent in case he wishes to focus on them, and you part your thighs with exaggerated coquettishness to reveal your neglected cunt. You run your hand through your hair, spreading it out so that he can really soak it if he wishes. You smile at him. He stands over you -- outside the bath, unwilling to splash his feet with what he is about to soak your face and body in. The contrast makes you tingle with pleasure, and you reach down to play with yourself. You note with amusement that you would have been horrified by the brazenness of playing with yourself in front of a man before you met him. And now you are masturbating theatrically beneath him whilst he prepares to piss on you. An idea comes to you, and you reach your hand back and push the plug down, smiling conspiratorially at him as you do so. The thoughtful depravity of this final touch tips you over the edge and you cum violently, pushing your legs hard against the sides of the bath as you do so, and touching a finger on your sore anus to remind you of how spectacularly you've just been fucked. The stream of piss comes almost without warning, just as your orgasm tails off. It hits your cheek harder and hotter than you expected. You flinch away, but willpower intervenes, and you force open your eyes in the hope that they'll get bloodshot by it and you'll look even more wrecked. It hurts as it spatters in, but he's mainly aiming at your open mouth. It fills far faster than you expect, and you find yourself swigging down three large mouthfuls before realising you'll be sick if you carry on trying to keep up with him. You keep your mouth open and full, and let the piss splash over your face. As he slows to a drip you decide to gargle a little of it to keep the bravado going. It goes down the wrong way, and as you cough and splutter it also runs up your nose, stinging. Your mood is suddenly and spectacularly gone. You are a professional woman sitting in a half-inch of cooling piss, soaked in it and choking. Your arse is beyond sore (possibly damaged?), your face is an utter mess, your hair is piss-sodden and tangled, you're cold and completely exhausted. You think you're going to be sick, but you fight it back. Instead you cry, not even willing to wipe your face free of the tears because face and hands alike are polluted with piss and lube and spit and anus. An ineffectual hand pats your shoulder with apparent reluctance and you shout at him to get outto leave. You stagger, dripping, into the shower, turn it on and slump to the floor, the water at first ice-cold and bracing, then gradually warm. You sit beneath it sobbing and hugging yourself. You wash your hair repeatedly and your body even more, lathering on the shower gel by the handful until the bottle is empty. Your knees and elbows are raw and weeping from carpet burn. Your body, your breasts (your poor breasts!) are covered in incipient hickeys and red marks which will soon be hand-shaped bruises. You clean your teeth for minutes on end, swilling mouthwash in between and deliberately swallowing it in an attempt to clean yourself internally too. You are naked, cold and shaking. Your eyes in the bathroom mirror are bloodshot, red-rimmed and small-pupilled. Your gums are hurting from the toothbrush but still you clean, squeezing the toothpaste straight into your mouth. Clean though you might, you feel (or imagine?) that you can taste arse and piss just as strongly. Eventually tiredness overcomes revulsion and you stagger towards your bed through the mess of discarded clothes, papers swept off the desk when he had fucked you on your back on it, and books from a bookshelf you overturned whilst bending over and holding it tightly to take it harder up the arse. You shudder and try not to look, stepping around an upturned chair, a dressing-gown cord with which you had had him tie you up, and other debris of the night. The bed is mercifully clean and unused since he had fucked you -- no, be honest, you had fucked each other -- entirely on the floor and other furniture. He is half-sitting up, the bedside light on, and looks at you anxiously as you approach. He seems genuinely concerned and makes to cuddle you. You tell him coldly to shower, disgusted by the idea of his body after all its contact with yours. "And clean your teeth" you shout after him as he leaves the room. The tone could hardly differ more from that you had had towards him before... ...before whatever had just happened. You pull the duvet over your head and curl up, crying again, vulnerable and self-loathing. ---------------- You don't know how long he's been there. He is holding you closely to him, cuddling you. You don't give away that you are awake. You want to run away and never again see the man who knows what you did last night. There is, however, an immediate animal comfort from contact with his clean skin. You are physically exhausted and feeling desperately alone, and even the man you would like to blame for what you did is better than nothing as a fellow being to offer you the visceral reassurance of proximity. As you wake up more you notice with relief that he is not hard from cuddling your poor broken little body. Rather, as you turn at last to look at him, you see that he is awake, watching silently and anxiously. His tired eyes as you first open yours give you an odd flash-back to the way your mother looked at you when you came out of the general anaesthetic of your childhood tonsillectomy. You find yourself, to your deep surprise, cuddling instinctively closer to the man who did this to you. And though you don't want to reflect on it, you know perfectly well that he "did this to you" only in a rather limited sense. From the moment you first went (you shudder to think of it) "ass to mouth" on him, you were in charge. It was you who pushed the quantity and you who pushed the nastiness of what happened after that. He had been like an overexcited teenager screwing an older and vastly experienced nymphomaniac. You can hardly blame him. And the fact that he is still there and obviously sympathetic gives you curiously powerful reassurance. He has switched off your alarm clock and called your work to tell them you are sick. Whilst you slept he has silently tidied and cleaned out of existence any reminders of the previous night. He cuddles you and strokes your hair gently until mid-afternoon when you suddenly feel powerfully hungry. He is downstairs at the moment, and the smell of bacon and eggs is wafting up to you. The kettle is whistling and you have just heard the toaster pop. You realise that rather than a dark secret, an enemy with benefits, you might have found yourself a really lovely man. Your memory plays back over the second half of the night: his obvious hesitancy about your ill-judged final extra game in the bath; his care in letting you set the pace when you had gone beyond all your limits; his anxiety to cuddle you when it all got too much for you. So gentle, so kind, after the cruelty of the evening's beginnings. "A shame," you whisper to yourself, a little guiltily, "he was almost perfect."