1 comments/ 45518 views/ 1 favorites Intent By: oggbashan Copyright Oggbashan February 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. File: Tent4 Version 004 7 February 2003 ***** This story is set about three months after the story "Hypnotic". There may be another story or stories in between that one and this. ****** One evening after dinner Neil and I were discussing our experience of unbirthing and the problems that it had caused with our relationship several months ago. "Pearl," he said "what we need is a way of unbirthing that doesn't require someone else, or the surrender of our personalities. Something external that we can control within limits. A disorientation tank or something like it. Something that cuts off the outside world and gives us the feeling of being confined in a womb." "Maybe," I said "but how? Are you going to build a womb for us to crawl into?" "Why not?" he said "It should be possible." That was it. End of topic. We went on to talk about other more mundane things. A few days later Neil started again. "I think I have a practical idea how to do it." he said out of the blue. "Do what? What are you talking about?" "How to make a womb for us to crawl into." It took me a few moments to realise what he was talking about. I can make him believe that I "unbirth" him from time to time when he can't resist the urge to have a cigarette. We both like it because it gives us a sexual "high" almost instantly. The disadvantage is that I have to be around and both of us have to be willing. That doesn't always happen at convenient times, so he had been thinking of ways that he could be "unbirthed" without me being there. "OK, Neil, we've got a few minutes to spare. How would you do it?" "I remembered seeing a mountain tent in the window of the sports shop. To enter it you crawl through a sleeve which is then closed with a drawstring. The tent itself is a dome shape. That night I was half asleep when I thought that the tent could be like a womb. It protects you from the outside elements and is a round shape." "So are many things. Cars for example." I retorted. "Yes. Men's fascination with cars is fairly obviously sexual. But I was thinking of the possibilities of making an actual womb substitute. The tent gave me the basic idea. So I started doodling designs. Stay there and I show you." Neil left the room and came back with a cloth swathed object in his hands. He sat beside me and lifted the cloth off. He had made a small model of his idea. "This is what I thought of," he said "It is a modification of the tent." I looked at the model closely. It looked like a pregnant woman's body from the neck to halfway down the thighs. Between the "thighs" was the labia, totally out of scale, far too large. I poked my finger between the lips. My finger found some resistance but then most of it was through the "vagina" and inside the "womb" which felt soft and silky. "Keep your finger there," Neil said "and I'll show you how it might work." He produced a bicycle pump. I laughed. "Blow-up women? Whatever will you think of next?" He attached the pump to a valve at the "neck" of the model and started pumping. The "vagina" contracted tightly around the lowest joint of my finger and I felt the "womb" pressing inwards. The constriction on my finger became painful. "Stop!" I yelled. "That's hurting." "Sorry, Pearl." He unscrewed the pump and released the valve. There was a hiss as the pressure was released. I withdrew my finger and massaged it. "I couldn't get any real pressure when I was pumping single-handed. I hadn't realised how much the vagina would constrict. If someone is inside being "unbirthed" the vagina is meant to close behind them, not with them in it." "I felt the vagina constrict," I said "but you can buy artificial vaginas. What I couldn't work out was what was happening inside the womb." "What I thought was that if I could crawl through the vagina into the womb, and then contract the vagina behind me, I would be "sealed" inside the womb and therefore "unbirthed". But the womb would be too large once I was inside. So I provided for the womb to contract as well, to mold itself tightly around my body, just as I feel when you have "unbirthed" me. Inside the vagina and womb I would make the walls soft and yielding yet with a firm pressure behind." "That sounds potentially dangerous to me, Neil. How would you breathe, for example?" "I've thought of that. The "neck" is covered just with netting, like a bridal veil. I'd put several layers on to preserve the internal illusion but I could breathe through there and the "neck" doesn't contract at all." "You seem to have thought it through. How would the full size one work. Are you going to lie inside frantically working the bicycle pump?" "No. Apart from destroying the illusion, it would take far too long. I thought of using an electric air pump, the sort that is sold for pumping up car tyres and plugs into the cigar socket. I'd prefer a mains operated pump if I can find one." "I see another problem. How do you get out?" "There would be a release valve inside. Just push that and the device would deflate to its original shape so that I could crawl out." "You really want to do this, don't you Neil?" "Yes, Pearl, I do. Apart from being an "unbirthing" machine, I like the challenge of transforming this basic model into a full scale device. It isn't going to be easy to scale this up." "OK, Neil. If that's what you want to do, go for it. I'd like to see the final result. Just don't neglect our business while you are doing it. We need the income." We work from home as architectural modellers. We make miniature buildings for architects to show to clients or to Councils when seeking planning permission. We are a good team. Neil does the "hard" detail of the buildings, I do the "soft" - the trees, gardens, people, curtains. I also do room layout models for shopfitters and interior designers. We are usually busy but work can be erratic. At this time we were waiting for the go-ahead to build a model of a new industrial estate but the architects were still in discussions with the local planning department. Until the basics were agreed such as road access points, we couldn't start. So Neil could play with his idea until we had to start work on that industrial estate. As usual, the model will be needed "yesterday". Until that order arrived, Neil was underemployed, so he could play with his idea. It would keep him out of my hair while I worked on some internal models. ***** Two weeks later I had nearly forgotten what Neil was doing because I'd been so busy. I was aware from time to time that he was using the industrial sewing machine with masses of material running through but I was too intent on my own work. When I'd finished my project and delivered it to the customer, Neil knew that I had some time for other things. That evening, after dinner, he mentioned the "tent/womb" for the first time since I'd seen the model. "Pearl?" "Yes, Neil." I was feeling relaxed and happy. Not only had I finished the project but Neil had been really supportive for the last two weeks. He had kept out of my way, kept the household running, cooked all the meals, supplied me with unending cups of coffee, and tonight he'd produced a celebration candlelit meal with wine and all the trimmings. I was only just beginning to realise how much he had done for me over the past two weeks so I was very pleased with him. "I have finished the "unbirthing" device. I'd like to try it out." "Yes?" "I need your help. I don't want to get inside without someone around just in case it goes wrong. It shouldn't, but I want to be careful." "So what do you want me to do, Neil?" "I want to show you how it works, then I'll climb in. You can help if I get into trouble." "How long will that take?" "Probably no more than quarter of an hour. If anything doesn't work or breaks it should happen early on. Can you spare me that much time?" "Of course I can, Neil." I hugged him. "Thank you for looking after me these last two weeks. I appreciated it even if I didn't show you then. I've been able to work uninterrupted because of everything you were doing for me. So where is this dangerous device?" "I've built it in the box room. It nearly fills the room with just enough space to get around the outside." "Let me see it, then." I didn't think that Neil would really build it. Now that he had, I was curious. We went upstairs to the box room. He flung the door open. I couldn't avoid giggling. Facing us was the massive labia and the stumpy legs. Rising behind was the dome of the womb and the projecting breasts. The whole thing was in pink, with a darker pink inside the lower lips. "I know, Pearl, it looks ridiculous. But does it work? That is what I need to know." "What do I do?" "This is the main switch for the pump. It is mains powered and is plugged into a timer in that socket. The pump can be turned off or the timer unplugged. Either will cause a slow deflation. There is a valve inside which can be opened to release the pressure fast. What I want you to do is listen to me. If I'm in trouble, either switch off the pump or pull the plug." "I can manage that." "Then I'll set the timer and switch the pump on. It won't start working until I'm partly in because there is a switch inside. I haven't been able to test that one yet. It should start, run for about ten minutes and then the pump should stop. It will take another five minutes to deflate enough for me to crawl out. OK?" "OK. I look like having a boring quarter of an hour, but if that's what you want, go for it." "Thank you Pearl. When I've tested it, you can try it, if you want to." "I'll see what it does to you first, Neil. I don't want to be squeezed in your machine until I know that it is safe." Neil stripped to his boxer shorts and fed his legs in past the large lips. It was an effort for him to climb in. Just before the lips closed behind him he reached up with his head. I heard the pump start beside me. Nothing seemed to happen for a minute then the opening between the lips puckered and slowly shut. The lips "grew" and pressed together hiding the darker pink lining. They closed tighter and tighter until all that was visible of where the opening had been was a faint crease between the "legs". I tried to push my hand in that crease. There was no way I could even get a fingertip in. Neil was well and truly sealed in his "womb". I shouted to him. "Neil! The outside is completely shut. How are you?" "I'm OK, Pearl." His voice was very muffled "The inside of the opening has closed as well." I could barely hear him. It wasn't the noise of the pump. That was barely audible. He was muffled by layers of soft padding. "You'll have to shout, Neil. It is difficult to hear you." I yelled loudly. "I am shouting, Pearl." His voice was still very far away. I moved gingerly around the "body" to the veiled "neck" opening. "Can you hear me better from here?" I shouted. "Yes, Pearl." His voice was slightly louder but still faint. "What's happening?" "The walls of the womb are contracting around me. I'm gradually curling myself up. Everything seems to be working well." I looked at my watch. He had been inside for about three minutes. I was getting worried. I didn't like the way the labia had shut so impenetrably. "Neil! You've been inside for three minutes. Can you take seven more minutes of increasing pressure?" "It won't increase for that long, Pearl. It is the lowest setting. The pressure should stop increasing in a couple of minutes and then hold at that level until the pump switches off." "OK," I yelled back. He was right. A couple of minutes more and the sound of the pump changed. "The pump sounds as if it is idling. Is that right?" "Yes, Pearl." "How are you?" "It isn't the same as being "unbirthed" by you. I still have room to move around. At present there would be room for both of us in here without being squashed. However it is a very good substitute for the real thing. Next time I'd try a higher setting." I waited. The pump stopped. I was aware of a faint hissing. Several minutes passed before the labia began to unfold. Almost exactly fifteen minutes after he crawled in I saw his hands emerge followed by the rest of him. "You had me worried, Neil. The outside shut so tight that I couldn't even get a finger in." "It is meant to do that, Pearl. The idea is that I'm helplessly contained in your womb with no means of escape. Do you want to see inside? As it is, without the pump running." "Yes. I'd like to compare it with my experience with Ruby." "Then in you go. Take your shoes off, at least." "I'll do better than that. I'll strip to bra and panties. You can follow me in and show me your new "womb"." As I thought, that got Neil excited. I wriggled in head first. His head was so close behind that he touched my rump a couple of times. Getting through the "vagina" was a wriggle. The walls grabbed at me and I had to resist their clutches. I entered the "womb". It was like being between two bowls, one inverted over the other, both softly lined with pink satin over layers of quilted padding. Everything was a pink haze from the overhead tube in the box room filtering through the layers above. In the whole way in I hadn't felt a single hard edge or surface. I sat back against the far wall. I could see the veiling of the neck opening beside me. Neil crawled in and sat opposite me. There was a least a metre of space between us. He grinned. "What do you think, Pearl?" "It is a nice love-tent. I could do things in here. It is so soft and giving." "I hoped you might feel like that." He crawled across and cuddled up to me. We sat looking towards the puckered inside opening of the "vagina" passage. "How tight did that close?" I asked. "So tightly that I couldn't even see where it was. It vanished into the lining." "What about this neck opening?" "That reduced in size but was still obvious. I had my back to it much of the time because it detracted from the effect. I had to face it to hear you." "I was shouting as hard as I could, Neil. The neighbours would have heard me but they are on holiday." "As loud as that? I was shouting too." "It wouldn't do for both of us to get stuck in here, would it? No one would hear us calling for help. I could barely hear you even when I had my head right by the neck." "If ever we both use it together, we had better have some way of calling for help. Perhaps we could bring a mobile phone in with us." "Who would we call? We would be in a very embarrassing position." "Isn't it obvious, Pearl? The only person we could call is your sister Ruby." "But she'd take at least two hours to get here! We would be stuck for that long even if she could come at once." "I can't think of anyone else. Can you? It needs to be someone who has a key to the house, and our neighbours are away." "No. I wouldn't want anyone else to know. Even Ruby would never let us forget it." "It is unlikely anyway. There is a release valve just beside you in the neck opening. Even if the pump didn't switch off, the valve would deflate everything." "OK. I'd like to try. While were in here, why not try the other possibilities?" I reached behind me and unclipped my bra. I didn't need to say anything. Soon we were both stark naked and he was held where he should be. The sensation was not unlike a water bed, but even in our most passionate writhing we were caressed by the inside of Neil's home made "womb". Afterwards I wanted to try his device for myself. "Neil. I want to try it. Crawl out, get your phone and set the timer." "Are you sure, Pearl?" "Yes, I'm sure. Do it before I change my mind." He crawled out. I crawled to the outside edge of the vagina and waited. He passed me the phone. "Pearl, we have to operate the inside switch. It is above your head." I turned. There in the folds was a model of a clitoris. I reached up and touched it. "How does it work?" "You suck it. That turns it on." I reached up and sucked. I felt a slight change in pressure. "Do you want the bathroom before we start?" Neil is practical at times. I did. I went and returned. Neil was waiting with just his head protruding. "Can you set the timer, Ruby? No more than fifteen minutes." "Yes." I twirled the timer. Neil's head was retreating inside. "Suck that switch as you come in." I sucked. I didn't feel the pressure change so I sucked again. Nothing. I sucked a third time. That I felt. Head first I crawled hurriedly in as I heard the pump start. Even as I emerged into the womb the vagina had begun to close around me. Perhaps that was why Neil entered feet first. That way he had less to get through when the pump started. I fell into Neil's arms. He was looking intently at the opening I'd just come through. It was shrinking as he watched. I followed his gaze and saw the opening close to a puckered line which quickly disappeared under the lining of the womb. The walls were visibly moving in towards us. "How did you suck the switch?" he asked. "I sucked hard. It didn't seem to work so I sucked again." "How many times did you suck in total?" "I don't know. Three I think." "Oh ****! It is a stepping switch. Each suck takes it one step further." "Does that matter?" I asked idly as I snuggled against him. "I hope not. We always have the release valve." I kissed him. He responded. We were distracted for the next few minutes. The womb continued to contract around us. Movement was becoming difficult and we were pressed closer and closer together. I was curled around Neil, my breasts against his back. Then I had a thought. "Where did you put the phone?" "In the neck opening." "Where is it?" "What?" "The phone." Neil reached to pull the phone out from behind us. Then he swore, pushed me aside and his hand scrabbled in the neck opening. "What is it?" I asked. "You'd better call Ruby NOW. We may be too late." He was very worried. "Why should I call Ruby?" "The safety valve is hidden by the contracting walls. I can't reach it. If you hadn't mentioned the phone when you did, even that would be out of reach. Look!" I looked. The "neck" opening was about a third of its original size and visibly shrinking. Neil strained to push his hand back in it and felt around inside. He grabbed the veiling and tore it away. "Didn't that happen when you were in here on your own?" I asked. "No. It didn't. The edges were slightly rounder. That was all. You must have set the switch to the higher level. If it shuts completely we might run out of air." "No way we can stop it?" "Not unless I can reach the valve. I can't even feel where it should be. I've managed to remove the veiling on the inside. I can't reach the outside. There isn't room for my arm to get through." I had turned the phone on and pressed the shortcut to dial Ruby. "Hello." "Hello, Ruby, it's Pearl." "Hi, Pearl. Why are you ringing me at this time of night? Are you in trouble?" "I think we are. We may need you to come here in a hurry." "What? Now? It's nearly midnight." "I know." I explained what our situation was. Ruby started laughing but soon stopped when she realised just how serious things might be. She was willing to come but would she be in time? "Pearl, are you sure you set the timer for fifteen minutes?" "Yes, I turned it fifteen divisions before pressing go." Intent Sealed We were walking up a hill in a local beauty spot. Just being alone with a White English man was such a forbidden thing for me to do that I was at a fever's pitch of happiness and arousal. I wonder if someone from a less restricted background could imagine how I felt. The process of excuses and sneaking needed just to meet had me so excited before we even met up that every moment since; the drive, the sound of his voice, his sheer physical presence were too much for me. It was the best ever fore play in my life and we had barely touched each other. It was hot in my inappropriate long dress, but I thought I looked OK. I must have done, because he took my hand to steady me over a style and did not let go. I looked good to him. I was instantly pierced by a stab of desire that had me grinding my thighs together as we walked. When we reached the top of the hill no one was around. It was a Friday and school was still in session, so we were all alone. He spread a little blanket and we sat in the hot sun, when out of the bag he pulled a champagne bottle and two glasses. Before I could remind him that I was forbidden drink, he told me it was non-alcoholic. So there I sat like a princess in my own fantasy sipping fake champagne with a man nearly twice my age. He told me how beautiful I was and I dared to believe him, turning my head away so he could not look closer at my face and realise his mistake. I sat cross-legged as he lounged beside me, his shoulder close to mine. We fell silent and then I felt his hand on my shoulder. In a moment we were huddled into a hug. His breath on my neck and mine is on his. I started at the touch of his tongue at the nape and I shivered. Soon he was kissing softly. Before I knew it, his lips were on mine, but I turned away, red with embarrassment, and mumbled something about brushing my teeth. Had he seen how hairy my face was? I know now that I was no different from any other young girl with my doubts, but back then I waited like a fawn ready to leap from his rejection. I wanted to kiss him, but was terrified. If he kissed me he would be put off by my breath or facial hair. Our arms were looped clumsily around each other, and I convulsively pulled him tight to try and lessen the rejection. He overbalanced and his weight came on my shoulder for a moment. Then, thank God, he steadied and I felt his lips high on the cheek of my averted face. In a moment he was nuzzling my ear and the awful sick dread of rejection was gone, washed away by an electric jolt of sexual gratification. As his lips brushed down the side of my neck and bit on the soft flesh of my shoulder, I arched and sagged against him. I don't know how long we cuddled there, probably no more than a few minutes, but it could have been hours. He was a perfect gentleman as always. His hands just held and stroked my back. But, when we got up to go, I leaned against him weak with desire. When we got back to the car, the car park was empty around us. In the car we hugged again deeply and he pulled me, seemed to lift me from my seat like a feather over the transom and sat me in his lap wedged only half-comfortably between his chest and the steering wheel. Without even trying my shy lips, he nuzzled into my neck again as his hand first rested and then began rubbing on my belly. The tension in me had built up so strongly that my body no strength at all. I felt so heavy that I was sinking into him. I came explosively in an instant and I felt him jolting against my bottom. My cum flooded out and soaked my bottom and his lap. I wanted to die of embarrassment, but he just held me until I knew he did not mind. We sat quietly as the waves subsided. Nothing was said as he drove me back to the station. Nothing needed to be said. I smelled, I reeked of orgasm, but I sat without a care in the world on the crowded train all the way home. Intention He was pounding her, hard and fast. The expression on his face was almost scary with his lecherous leer combined with a sneer and a primal growl which seemed to go on endlessly without ever his ever taking a single breath. His well-sculpted muscles flexed nicely as he slammed into her ruthlessly, holding her ankles against his shoulders as he stood beside the bed. She was just as loud -- at times even louder -- as her lithe body jerked and twisted from the loveless onslaught. Between the intense fucking and her vicious pulls on the sheet, the mattress was very exposed, and every moment of it was being captured on film... ***** After that incredible scene, i was unbelievably horny, and it felt like my nipples were as long as Pinocchio's nose. i felt as if everyone's eyes were upon me, and the BART train simply could not go fast enough for my liking, for i desperately wanted -- needed -- to get home, to relieve myself of the pent-up frustration, and watching a young teenage couple making out heavily in front of me definitely did not help the situation for me. It took an incredible amount of effort to not run up the stairs from the platform to the ground-level exit, but given how others were looking at me, i was certainly walking faster than average. The damp crotch of my thong was a bit uncomfortable, which only added to my ever-growing need to strip naked and give myself the release my body craved. But when i arrived at the house, i saw that He had returned early from His business trip, His immaculate sports car parked in the driveway. Just the sight of His car was almost enough to bring me to tears as i came to a full stop on the sidewalk, my chest heaving from my previous walking pace. Like a good slave, i entered the house, closing and locking the door behind me, then set my belongings aside and began to undress. As the clothes cascaded toward the floor, so did the moisture seeping from my body, both from between my thighs and from each of my eyes. my Master finally came to me, His shoes clicking loudly on the hardwood floor to announce His arrival. By the time my eyes finally befell Him, i was openly sobbing, for He stood in the way of my much-needed release. He said nothing with words, but His expression was one of both love and concern. He even helped me to present myself appropriately in His presence by taking the collar off the shelf by the door and affixing it around my neck. Then i found myself in my Master's arms, clutching Him tightly as i poured my sexual frustration into His chest, His heartbeat soothing yet maddening in my time of carnal need, His arms enveloping me with His love yet reminding me that my need was secondary to anything He desired. "you're wet," He finally whispered. "Very wet. I could see it on your thong, and I can smell your musk more intensely than usual." i have never been able to hide anything from my Master, and my current state of horniness was no exception. To His credit, He simply stood with me, holding me, caressing me, soothing me, until, at last, i began to calm despite the need gnawing deep within my core. "Incredibly hot scene shot today at the studio?" He asked. i was no longer crying, but i had not yet found my voice, so i could only nod meekly against the strong, masculine chest. "The scene left you incredibly aroused beyond relief?" He continued, and a new wave of desire seeped from my body as a needy whimper emerged past my throat. Again, i could only nod against Him. "you expected to come home and find yourself alone for one more night and planned to relieve your pent-up sexual desire, am I right, slave?" He rarely ever called me "slave," even though that was indeed my status in O/our hierarchy. Somehow, i found my voice and croaked out an honest reply: "Yes, Master." "Hmpf!" He did not release me, nor did He make any indication that He would immediately punish me. Instead, He held me close, and for the first time since my return from the studio, I was aware of His hardness pressed against my belly, and that awareness only served to increase my horniness. "Go get the egg," He commanded me, releasing me at last. "Yes, Master," i croaked again, hope swelling in my chest, for W/we B/both enjoyed using the remote-controlled vibrating egg. As i made my way toward the playroom and the many supplies and implements kept there, something i had feared reached my ears: "And also bring the chastity belt." So that would be my punishment, one which i had experienced only thrice previously. my intention of masturbating without my Master's explicit permission would be punished by the egg churning at a very low level inside me while the chastity belt would ensure I could not touch myself. The tears fell anew, and i secretly hoped that my punishment would mercifully end before midnight. Intention and Design I would welcome comments from all readers, for this my first post. I have been experimenting for sometime and built a limited catalogue of stories I am ready to offer for criticism. I do hope you enjoy this first piece and I look forward to posting later stories for your opinions. Please do not ask for what happened next in this story. I am sure you can imagine it for yourself. Bernice being eighteen years of age would normally change from her school uniform before going to work. Today was not a normal day. With exams completed , and the summer drifting out before her, she had not even been into school. Today was different. Today she had purposely dressed this way. It was how Andrew at the solicitors thought of her. The young girl who would breeze into the office spending hours picking his encyclopaedic brain whilst helping her mother clean. He was an earnest man, ten years her senior with a gentle wit and shy demeanour. He had been relaxed with her in her tom boy days. She would dress in jeans and tee shirt, hiding her developing body. It had allowed him to forget she was a girl hurtling towards womanhood. They had joked and teased, having mock fights, innocent simple, tickle tumble games. Bernice had grown up. She wanted him to notice the change. Her fondness for her adult friend, leading her to want something more intimate and less innocent than before. She had shortened her uniform skirt to suit her intentions. Adding discrete makeup to give maturity to her face. The carefully chosen underwear from the exclusive lingerie shop, gave an added dimension to her already firm round bust. The only regulation thing about her lingerie was the colour, white. The many calls, and toots from passing vans suggested her clothes would create the required impression. She breezed into the solicitors office to commence her mother's cleaning work, whilst she holidayed in Ireland. Most of the office had left for the night. There would only be Andrew working late. Andrew always worked late. His boss Miss Jackson ruled over him with a rod of iron. She found Bernice a distraction. So it was only when she helped her mother clean of an evening, she had any time to chat. Being conscientious and a little afraid of Miss Jackson. Andrew's conversations were often conducted from behind a mound of books or a flickering computer screen. Bernice hadn't minded it meant she could study him. The same way her friends had studied film and T.V. stars. He was very handsome, slim with fine boned features. A light crop of fine blond hair topped his head, leaving the always pink tips of his ears exposed. He had a patient calm voice, when explaining and interpreting things her frantic mind could not comprehend. He was always tolerant with her like a parent with a child. Bernice was no longer a child. She hoped he would find in her the woman, not the fresh faced girl. At sixteen she had lost her virginity to one of the boys from the school rugby team. Her fresh face and full figure had attracted lots of willing attendants since then. They were nice but frequently disappointing. She knew more about the workings of their body than they. Now she wanted someone who would teach her. She wanted Andrew to be her body tutor. The offices were thick with residual heat, where windows had recently been closed. She slipped her mothers apron over her white blouse. Then started cleaning the ground floor as fast as she could. Andrew worked at the top of the building. When his office was cleaned it would be his signal to leave. Tonight he might be a little later. The surfaces of the desks stuck to the perspiration on her arms, as she hurriedly dusted and polished. The heat of a photo copier startled her, as her bottom grazed against it. The brush reminding her just how short her skirt was. She gave a cry as she caught her breath. Looking up she saw Miss Jackson watching her. 'On your own tonight?' The brunette asked looking remarkably cool in her light linen suit. Like Andrew she was slim, with delicate hands and features. Keen bright blue eyes, immediately captured Bernice's attention. She hadn't expected her to be working late tonight, normally she would be gone. 'Yes. Me mam's gone over to the folks in Ireland. So I'm covering for the next couple of weeks. I've started putting some money together, for September and the University.' Bernice replied in her most polite accent. She was a girl with spirit. Sometimes she felt it was better to appear a little humble, especially with someone as clever as Miss Jackson. 'I had forgotten you were still at school. We normally see you in jeans. Your governors are very lenient, lax almost. Your uniform is a bit revealing for a young lady. I certainly could not have entered a class with makeup on my face. I would have been made to scrub it off.' Miss Jackson said a note of disapproval in her voice. 'You have to have a little rebellion miss. We sort of pushed the boundaries with the skirt to be a little fashionable. After all we only get one pass at life. I expect you were the same when you were younger.' Bernice couldn't help the slight reference to their ages. Miss Jackson appeared much older than her 30 years. Always dressed in older clothes, almost prim, like the old maids her mother spoke of in Ireland. 'I expect I did. I just don't remember ever wearing anything, which so compromised my decency. I suppose it's just a question of background.' Miss Jackson said finishing with a smile, which revealed her even white teeth clenched at the jaws. She leant her head back, out of the office and called back up the stairs. 'You won't be late Andrew. I'll meet you in the restaurant at eight.' There was no reply. Miss Jackson quickly tossed her head and looked back to Bernice. 'He's engrossed. I must be off. I expect you have a lot to do.' She turned and was gone. Bitch. Bernice thought slamming her fists into the air. She had it all planned until Miss prim and proper stuck her oar in. Bernice quickly sprayed some more polish around filling the air with the wax smell. She raced around with the old vacuum cleaner. A visible dust cloud rising from the machine. Already she feared, she would look a mess. She could feel the dusty powder coating her skin. She hastily hauled the machine through the downstairs rooms, colliding with doors as she went. Now everyone was gone, she dropped the lock on the front door. She didn't want intruders breaking in. She didn't want anyone disturbing her and Andrew. As Bernice climbed the stairs to Andrew's office, she felt she had established a new cleaning record. She looked at the boys watch on her freckled wrist. She had an hour. Miss Jackson could wait if she had to. She considered her arm. The watch didn't look very feminine. She took it off placing it in the apron pocket. She felt her skin dirty and grained. Quickly she dashed along to the toilets, doused her arms and face, then towelled herself down. She had pink blushes to her cheeks, and throat. The rest of her skin was white like cream. The mixture of the dark and white made her special. Like a pretty porcelain doll. The make up to her eyes and lips was still in place. She ran the tip of her finger along her eyes, tidying any smudges. She discarded the apron hanging it over the door to the ladies toilet. It was covering too much of her. She undid two buttons on the front of her blouse, so it gaped just above her cleavage. You'll notice me now. She thought to herself. I'll have your eyes popping from their head. She thought of the look on his face when he saw her like this. Considered the view he would have of her young ripe body. She would lean close to his broad shoulders. His slender fingers, delicate like a woman's would brush the back of her hand. Her hair would accidentally brush his face and he'd kiss her. Cautious at first. His lips would stroke her cheek, her forehead, then her mouth. His eyes questioning her. Silently her body would surrender in reply and he'd fall on her with passion. She became weak at the thought. Steadying herself and her pounding heart she entered into Andrew's room. The big desk was piled each side with papers. His leather swivel chair, was turned with its back to the door. So many times she had entered into the comfort of this room. The thick law books filling the shelves behind his desk, the ordered dishevelment of paperwork and files. Bernice closed the door, walking in calling her greeting. 'Good evening Andrew. It's just meself tonight. I've filled out a bit since I entered here as a scrawny teenager.' 'So I noticed.' The swivel chair slowly turned as Miss Jackson seated made her reply. Bernice stopped in her tracks. The shock draining her face. Wherever had she come from? She waited for the floor to open up, propel her back to the ground. Why was this woman here? She was meant to be meeting Andrew later. 'Lost for words young lady? The cat got your tongue? Were you going to talk about your expanding mind in these moments alone with Andrew? Or had you something else to discuss?' Miss Jackson fingered the frill of her thin jersey blouse, tracing the contour of her own breasts with the tip of her trailing finger. 'I had in mind a lot of things. Andrew is my unofficial tutor. We talk about school, music, college, life really. He has seen the world, he has a lot to teach a girl like myself ' Bernice replied placing a hand across her exposed cleavage. 'Forgive me. You do not give the impression of someone lacking in worldly knowledge or experience. I should imagine in the matter of life you may have an advantage over Andrew. Still, I'll expect you'll want to get on. You have done so well at cleaning the rest of the building. It won't take you long to complete the task.' Bernice was tempted to ask what had happened to Andrew. Why had Miss Jackson created the deception? She didn't want to upset her. Certainly not ruin a perfectly good little earner for her mother. So she bit her tongue and started to clear the waste paper bin. She felt suddenly vulnerable. As she bent to work she realised just how ridiculously short her skirt was. It had not been intended to be practical, just an instrument of seduction. She felt Miss Jackson's eyes follow her as she worked. She became more nervous, working quickly to get the job done. 'You don't mind my being here do you Bernice?' Miss Jackson queried from the depth of the leather chair. Her legs were stretched out in front of her crossing at the ankles. Narrowing the walkway behind where Bernice had to clean. Her expression was very calm, relaxed. Her features implacable. Yet Bernice felt her eyes drawn to the flutterings of the manicured fingers, as they toyed with the frill of the soft jersey blouse. Smoothing down the front, lingering over the breasts. It became such a distraction Bernice almost didn't reply. 'I'm sorry Miss. I'm not used to working to an audience. Andrew is normally working. We sort of chat as we go along.' Bernice decided she could probably ignore the shelves. Miss Jackson would want to get away. Instead she started wiping over the desk. Polishing the smooth surface. She saw her flushed face shining back. The bobbing of her breasts inside her shirt. She caught the look of Miss Jackson's eyes and realised she was watching the same. 'I'll go and get the hoover now. You may find it a bit noisy.' Bernice stood straight and made towards the door. 'Don't bother. That thing creates more mess, than it clears. These shelves are one hell of a mess. They are full of dust. No wonder Andrew's always coughing. You've got plenty of time. While he's away why not give the place a spring clean.' Bernice looked at all the gathered dust. She was going to get filthy. She didn't want to mess up her blouse. She continued to the door to fetch her mother's apron. 'Where are you going child? I said I'd like you to clean the shelves.' A new firmness entered Miss Jackson's voice. Bernice didn't like the tone. But she still turned politely to answer. 'I'm just going to fetch me mother's apron miss. I don't want to get me school shirt messed up. I haven't got many more times to wear it. It would be a pity to spoil it now.' Bernice started again but Miss Jackson called her back. Bernice was surprised by the sharp sound. Turning she was startled by the piercing blue eyes. 'No need to protect your blouse. Just take it off. It's a hot evening. You're perspiring already. Your body will clean easily.' Bernice hesitated. She didn't want to rile the woman. At the same time she was uncomfortable with the way she looked at her. 'Take it off girl. Now. There's work to be done.' Miss Jackson stood hand on hips. A darkening furrow creeping across her brow. Bernice realised she had just received an order. For all her spirit she had no will to disobey. Turning her back on Miss Jackson she unbuttoned the shirt. Easing it shyly from her shoulders, she folded it upon a chair. Bernice looked down on her chest. The white uplift bra, cradled the cream flesh. A fine lace frill just covering the pink circle of her young nipples. The delicate fabric pressing the swelling cups together like two sleeping babies in a cot. Miss Jackson was watching her again. 'Another piece of fashion rebellion I take it. You have expensive tastes in your revolt. A little provocative for a girl still at school. I presume you go to a state mixed sex school. They are always more liberal.' Miss Jackson came closer touching Bernice's shoulders. Testing the thin shoulder straps. 'Very fine. This is something I would prefer to wear myself. When I wanted to improve my figure for a man.' Bernice stood trembling as Miss Jackson spoke. She felt trapped by the inquisitive touch. She felt the delicate fingers slide along her shoulders tracing the edge of her shoulder blades. 'This is certainly not the thing to impress younger men, or even boys. They don't appreciate refinement. They don't have the time to stop and admire. They barely have the time to get your knickers down, before their cocks are pumped up ready to come. But then breasts like yours, might slow them down. They would want to stop, look and grope before getting their grubby fingers inside your panties. I expect you've had some of those haven't you? Little boys fumbling inside your panties.' Miss Jackson queried her voice dropping lower as her lips came close to Bernice's ear. Bernice was trembling as Miss Jackson's warm breath teased the hair of her inner ear. She wanted the woman to release her, let her finish cleaning and go. All her planning had been wasted. Miss Jackson's hand slid down her spine. The fingers massaging the dip in her back, above the waist band of her skirt. A slow fear crept up her. Burning the cheeks of her face. She could turn break the hold. Something made her stay. Despite herself she felt her nipples stir within her bra. Press against the luxurious covering. 'How many lovers have you had my dear? How many notes in a shaky hand have been delivered to your desk? I had loads when I was your age. Paramours who would perform any task to please me. Slaves who waited for their turn to attend me and my friends in our rooms. Then girls are always more sensitive, more romantic. They all need someone to teach them and offer love.' Bernice felt the words as Miss Jackson imprinted them upon her ear. Her skin was tingling. The trembling having travelled into her knees, making her quiver on the spot. What was this woman trying to say to her? What were her plans for Bernice? Bernice felt a honey glow mushroom from her centre, she was now uncertain of herself. 'I used to have to deal with girls like you. The rebels and the truants. The more adventurous, who wanted to run with life before they could begin to walk. Look at you eighteen and you know it all. A couple of fucks with some spotty youths and you think you are the big seductress. The greatest thing to spread her legs this side of the water. I sussed you girl. I sussed you when I heard your mother telling Andrew, you would be covering while she was away. I needed to know what was so special about you. What made you special to him. So I arranged for him to be away. So I could see what you had in mind. The way your are dressed its obvious what was on your mind. It takes more than a short skirt to make a woman. You're still a girl and I'll treat you like one. You've had one surprise tonight there'll be a few more yet.' Miss Jackson flipped Bernice's shirt from the chair. She sat down pulling Bernice prone over her lap. Bernice felt the manicured fingers pressuring her into the linen covered lap, as the other hand rested on the top of her thighs. 'Let me go Miss. You can't do this it's humiliating. It's degrading. No matter what you think I am an adult and I dress the way I like. I love Andrew and he'll love me given the chance. You're spiteful sending him away. I'll find him. Tell him what you did. I'll tell everyone what you did. I'll have you struck off you old bitch.' The hard slap upon her naked thigh made her wince. The second made her scream and cry, as the ferocity increased. Two more blows struck the stinging flesh, the noise resonating from the walls. Miss Jackson's hand came to rest, cool against the burning skin. As she waited the throbbing pain increased. Bernice stifled her own cries. Her eyes were damp but she wouldn't let the tears fall. Wouldn't give the bitch the satisfaction. She was angry, she was cross. So mad, she would fight back.. The reality was slow to break on her. She could have slipped off. She could have walked away. She had accepted the simple pressure of Miss Jackson's hand. She felt the warmth spread through her again. Something inside her wanted more. She wanted the humiliation and the pain. Throughout her life she had never been chastised. She had never felt the sharp shock of punishment. Bernice did everything she wanted. Not even her father had tried to rule her, though he had disciplined the boys. No one had told her what to do. 'You are girl. A simple wilful girl. You'll say nothing. You will tell no one. To do so you will have to admit what you are. A silly girl playing the tart in the hope of capturing a man. He'd throw you away like an old sock, if you don't understand the gifts you've got. You've got nice toys dressed up in a fancy wrapping. To play the game you've got know the rules. Know what you are playing with. The first rule is you've been caught You'll accept my punishment. Then I will make a woman of you.' Bernice slumped into Miss Jackson's lap. She felt her skirt rise. Felt the hand resting on her back travel down over the taut satin stretched over her buttocks. The fingers slid over her proffered swell. They slid along the seam of her thigh. Gently weighting the flesh Miss Jackson tested the span with her hand. The hard slap rippled through her body propelling her into the woman's lap. The second made her jerk even harder. The flat palm continued to rain down, striking each time un-tempered flesh. Bernice found her thighs being parted, once it seemed her whole bottom was inflamed. The smacks struck hard against the tender inner thigh, the pain increasing till it seemed she could take no more. Tears ran down her face. The make up staining her cheeks. Her hair was wet from perspiration and tears as it hung about her face. She screamed, she cried accepting each stinging blow. Inside she felt a new excitement grow. A feeling she had never felt before. With each strike to her tender flesh, she pressed her groin against the linen covered thigh. 'You are a dirty little bitch. A scheming little whore. Tell me girl what are you? You must know what you are being punished for.' Miss Jackson recited. The flow of her hand having abated. The spanking slaps appearing more selective. Each guaranteed to bring a jolt to Bernice's body. Intention and Design 'A scheming whore miss.' Bernice hissed. 'Tell me more child. Tell me your intention and design.' Miss Jackson said. Her hands returning to stroke the burning flesh. 'I came here to fuck Miss. To be taken in any way I could. I'm a scheming bitch miss. A bitch in heat. I want to be a woman. I want to be taken like a woman. Ridden like a woman. Fucked like a woman. I've failed. So miserably failed. I ache like I've never ached before. I'll be touching myself all night.' Bernice cried as her breasts pressed against Miss Jackson's legs. Two more slaps resounded on Bernice's buttocks, close to the start of her parted damp crevice. 'You know, you would be committing sin. In my school girls we were whipped for pleasuring themselves. We would wait watch them do it. Encourage them to do it. Then beat them within an inch of their sex.' Bernice shuddered. She felt the stinging pain now was bad. She couldn't comprehend anything else. Yet the thought of it excited her. She felt Miss Jackson's hand gathering the back of her knickers. Pulling the edges tightly together till they were taut, pressing against her sex. They tightened again. Bernice felt the satin cut into her. Disappearing into her now wet furrow. Her blazing buttocks were bare. Slap! Slap! She felt her buttocks quake with the impact. The shock waves spreading through her body. Each wave followed by a jolt from her clitoris, as her panties rubbed against her raised bud. She gasped with the shock of the impact, gasped again as her excited sex reacted. Soothing hands settled on her throbbing cheeks. Cool hands, stroking the area she imagined to be flaming red. The taut wet gusset of her panties was eased to one side, exposing the crevice of buttocks, leading down to her wanton flaring sex. Despite the scalding ache from her tanned buttocks, she still quivered with delight as the first inquiring finger stroked through her pubic hair. Gratefully she offered up her vagina to the hand stroking inside and out of her panties. The pain palled as her hips moved against the controlling hand. She placed her own fingers inside her mouth, sucking on them for comfort. Her mouth echoing the movements of her sex. Miss Jackson's hand fell onto her head. Stroking the thick black sweat matted hair. 'Is this nice girl?' 'Yes.' Bernice replied turning up her streaked face to smile at her punisher. 'Do you want me to fuck you, with my rigid fingers? Take you as a woman. Do you want to be a woman?' 'Yes.' Bernice was unquestioning in her reply. Her body was blossoming beneath her. Swelling beneath this woman's touch. 'Go and sit on the desk girl. I shall want some pleasure too.' Reluctantly Bernice eased herself from the comfort of the woman's lap. She positioned herself on the smooth refreshing surface of the polished desk. It felt good against her aching thighs, and her slowly numbing bottom. Miss Jackson stood up. Slipped the linen jacket from her shoulders and positioned herself in front of Bernice. Pressing forward she slid her body between the girl's thighs. Bernice sat staring forward uncertain of what to do. The manicured fingers ran from her shoulders, down the bra straps, sliding into the lace cups. Bernice's breasts sprang to life, as the fingers toyed with her fresh pink nipples. 'Undress me girl. Touch me. Explore me. The way I have explored you.' Miss Jackson's blue eyes had softened. The words were still a command. Bernice had never undressed a woman before. Never felt the excitement of another's skin. Her hand shook as she undid the blouse. Miss Jackson helped her drawing the thin jersey away. Her fine bone frame was held by a tightly clasped pink basque. The petite rounded breasts drawn apart by the deep channelling of wire and silk. Bernice's face was pressed into the wide valley of the woman's cleavage. Her lips touched the vibrant skin. Her face riding against the controlled rhythm of the woman's breathing. Bernice intoxicated by the rich perfume of the woman's body, stroked her hands over the ridging of the basque feeling for the tender flesh inside. She felt her nipples harden. Miss Jackson rolling them freeing them from her bra. Bernice sank her face into the woman's breasts. Abandoning all control. She kissed, she licked the tethered flesh, pulling the woman closer to her. Feeling the warmth of the body envelop her. Miss Jackson's lips fell to her ear. 'Take off my skirt.' Bernice's fingers raced to find the fastening. Stripping the garment to the floor. Beneath the basque lay flesh coloured stockings, sheer pink silk panties, just covering Miss Jackson's dark triangle. Without instruction her fingers darted between the thighs, seeking the warmth inside. Miss Jackson pushed her away. Lay her back against the cold of the desk. With one hand stretching the nipples of Bernice's breasts, her other pushed the short skirt above her panties. Miss Jackson's hands parted the willing thighs. Stroked the satin covering Bernice's vagina. Increasing the pressure the fingers massaged the labia lips, dampening them, making them flower wider. Bernice flexed her hips against the hand. Her eyes closed with the intense pleasure. A kiss parted her mouth. Miss Jackson.s tongue pressed inside. The twin pressure drove all sense of shame from Bernice's young mind. She was encased in the pleasure. She was a bitch, a dyke, she didn't care. No boy had ever done this for her. She wondered if a man would. 'What beautiful virgin panties these are. So pure. Unstained. Come in them for me. Soak them with your scent. Dirty them little girl. Dirty them my darling bitch.' Miss Jackson said kneeling over her. Her engorged nipples dangling over Bernice's face. Bernice touched them. Felt them harden in her mouth. It was like creating life. Sex, became a living beast roaming between their bodies. Bernice pressed harder against the massaging hand. She spread her legs, her sex, tempting the fingers inside of her. Inside they pressed against the gusset, teasing her pleading clitoris. 'Finger me. Fuck me.' She pleaded. 'I want to see you come girl. I want to feel your orgasm possess your body. I want you to drench my hand and your darling white panties.' Miss Jackson said looking down on Bernice, placing her body out of reach. The blue eyes flickered over her. Studying her face, her arching body. The fingers slipped beneath the cloth guard, found her pulsing clitoris. One, two, three fingers slipped inside, lifting her from the table each time they drove. Harder, faster, they stroked into her, playing against her vaginal walls. There was no gentle ripple, no lapping wave of warmth spreading from her groin. This was a storm racking her body, tossing her about on the flexing hand. Bernice slammed her hands onto the table. Beating the rhythm of each shockwave as it shot through her body. Her body felt like a lake, drained to a pool, in a series of percussive shocks. She came and she came. The room spinning with the bliss. Sapped of life Bernice lay stricken. She felt her panties being pulled away. Felt a body slide over hers. Coarse hair grazed her mouth, the unmistakeable smell of piss and female musk covered her face. She felt the button of the erect clitoris close to her. Instinctively her tongue lassoed it. The wet sex filled her mouth as she felt her own, being reawakened by a pressuring tongue. Bernice realised she had never known what orgasm was. She had never before felt so consumed. Locked into the embrace of this older woman, she had driven and been driven into an experience she had never previously known. Her hips bucked and slapped against the desk. She arched her body forcing her sex against the woman's mouth. In the musky shadow of the woman's vagina, her tongue and fingers worked. Suffocating against the grinding rhythm working against her face. She tasted the thickening rush of orgasm, as the fluids coated her tongue and throat. She felt the waves roll through her own body. Swelling till she felt she would explode. As the first crest swept her away, Bernice pressed the woman's sex against her mouth. Clinging to the frantic bucking response, of the wildly gyrating arse. Like a limpet in a storm she clung to the face of Miss Jackson's orgasm. Shouting, calling, crying their delight above the roar of each other's raging pleasure. When finally they lay spent on the floor. All energy drained from each. Bernice found comfort wrapped against Miss Jackson's body. Delighted in the glow of the woman's skin. The fine blush of perspiration, mixed with the musk of sex and the body's oils. It wasn't love she clung to. It was a shared faith, the experience of another's body. A belief one could pleasure another, in the pleasure find satisfaction of another form. She knew the difference between being a girl and being now a woman. She knew now what hunger was. How it felt to have the need satiated. The door opened. Andrew entered softly. Miss Jackson reached up, and took his hand. 'I've taught her how a woman should feel. She knows when a touch is right. She's ripe now like summer fruit. She is yours. Teach her how to be loved by a man.' Miss Jackson slipped to her side. Gently stroking her glowing body. Andrew's lips were soft and tender. His hands firm, and cool. He was everything she had dreamed he would be. She was his little girl no more. Inter-Generational Affair Online dating is especially great for us married folks who need the secrecy. I had dabbled in online sexual activities for some years, including role and fantasy play, voice chat, and even cam to cam. This got boring after a while and I stopped hanging out in chat rooms and lost contact with my online girl friends. Besides these online infidelities, I have been very honest in my 16 yrs of marriage. About 6 months ago, I decided to give online dating another shot. My name is George, and this time I was looking for an in the flesh experience. I was born and brought up in the US, and have lived in California all my life. I am a 40 year male of Indian origin (parents from India). I also have some (1/4) Portuguese blood in me from my dad's side. I am very well educated (doctorate) and work as a senior engineer. My job involves simulation and programming, and I am often working on the computer 5-7 hours a day. I started hanging around in the "Interracial Dating" chat rooms of a popular web portal. There are normally about 100 chat rooms for interracial dating, with 10-50 users per room, mostly occupied by BOTS. I generally parked in one of the most popular rooms, while I worked on the same computer. I never listened to or watched the room conversation. I only chatted with ladies who messaged me, and who lived within about 150 miles of me. After a few near misses in the first two months, I got lucky when Vicky messaged me about 4 months back. She started with 'I absolutely adore your profile picture. Where in cali are you located?'. Being fully aware of the powers of advertising, I had filled out my chat profile completely, including age, marital status and location as 'cali' to be discreet. I had also included a discreet faceless side view full body picture of myself in my black boxer briefs. This is the same profile picture on my literotica profile, but unlike my literotica profile picture, my chat profile picture was uncropped. She seemed very enamored by my picture. I workout 5-6 times a week with various physical activities. I am often complimented that I have a better body than most 20 year olds. I am built like a middle weight boxer, with minimal body fat, and weigh in at about 5-11 , 170. I am very dark skin (think chocolate color) and have always been attracted to fair skin ladies. Vicky turned out to be white, single, 20, still in school, and had just broke up with her latest lover. I re-emphasized my age and marital status, and she indicated that she was cool with it. She indicated that she had been with only 3 men before, but the last one she just broke up with was a married man in his late 30s. She also indicated that she had never been in an interracial relationship before, but that she fantasized about it everyday. She indicated that she was attracted to older fit men, but only those who were fully bald or had a full head of hair. I told her that I had most of my hair except for a tiny bald patch that was beginning to show at the crown, but was never noticeable from the front. She was satisfied with that. Vicky lived about 70 miles away from me on the central California coast. This was perfect since there was a small town in between us. This meant it would only be about a 30 minute drive for each of us if we decided to meet. However, Vicky lived with her mother, who kept her on a tight lease. It was very difficult for Vicky to get 3-4 hours off during the week days to meet. Over the next few weeks we chatted daily during the weekdays for 1-2 hours a day. In chatting with her, I understood why she could communicate and have good chemisty with men in their late 30s. She was extremely mature for her age, and rarely used the normal lingo that an average 20 year old girl uses. We exchanged body pictures which included nude faceless pictures of us in various poses. Vicky is very petite and attractive. She is about 5-1, 115 with nice 34C's and a lovely round firm butt. She was completely shaved down under which was an absolute turn on for me. She shyly admitted that she shaved just for the picture and would continue to do so for our meetings. Now, I have a very secluded private office with a mike and headphones. Our online chats during the day included voice chats which were incredibly hot. One day I had to work from home. On that day we did a cam to cam chat. This ended with both of us in the nude, and mutually masturbating. I made sure to never let Vicky see my face and vice versa. Our online affair went on for a few weeks, and I was beginning to get the sinking feeling that this was as far as Vicky wanted to go. However, I never pushed her to meet, and I was very understanding of her schedule, and the tight lease that her mom had on her. Our first meeting After weeks of online chat Vicky suddenly informed me on a Tuesday, that she would be available for most of that Thursday. Her mother was going to be traveling out of town on business starting early Thursday morning and returning on Friday afternoon. I could hardly contain myself or sleep that night. We decided to meet at a Holiday Inn in the town between us, on Thursday morning around 10 AM. I would have to return by 4-5 PM. I decided to take the day off work on Thursday. Every couple of weeks, I normally take cycling trips on the California coast. These trips typically take 6-10 hours and cover 30-50 miles. Very often I drive out anywhere between 10-50 miles with my cycle atop my car to a cycling route. This turned out to be a perfect excuse at home for thursday. I woke up early on thrusday morning, shaved, took a long shower, groomed myself completely, and drove to the town in between us. I parked one block away from the Holiday Inn at a large department superstore. It was about 10 AM. I picked up some massage oils, lubricants, and condoms. I put them in my laptop case, along with some cash and walked the full block to the holiday inn. I left my wallet and ID in my car. I was just being very careful not to reveal my identity or my car. Vicky was already there outside the lobby of the holiday inn waiting for me. Seeing Vicky for the first time was one of the strangest, most exciting and most interesting moments of my life. Even though we never exchanged face pictures, we recognized each other immediately. She was dressed in a white t-shirt and a blue mid thigh length jeans skirt. She had brown eyes, brown hair with blonde highlights and looked absolutely adorable. I was dressed in blue shorts and t-shirt which emphasized my cycling butt and athletic build. We hugged briefly. Then, I took her hand and walked her out to a private corner of the building. She seemed very comfortable with me holding her hand, so I felt confident that she liked what she saw. We talked for about 2 minutes before I pulled her to me and kissed her passionately. As we broke out of our kiss, I continued to hug and hold her closely. I told her that we should get a room and she agreed. I had called the hotel the previous day. I confirmed that there were rooms available and that an early check in was allowed. I gave Vicky the cash for the room, since being married, I could not put the reservation on my credit card. We had agreed on this, while planning our escapade during our online chats. I waited outside the lobby for what seemed like an eternity before Vicky returned smiling with the room keys. I had asked her to get a Room with a King size bed. We took the side stairwell and walked up to our room on the second floor. I took the key from Vicky, opened the door, and let her in. As soon as I let myself in and shut the door, I pulled her to me and kissed her again. My groin pressed against her abdomen and it took all of 30 seconds before she felt my raging erection pressed against her abdomen. Oral Bliss As we kissed passionately, I dropped my hands below her thigh length skirt and caressed her butt outside and around her panties. I then pulled down her panties to her knees, while still kissing her and continued to caress her bare butt. Vicky got out of her panties and in turn had unzipped my shorts and I let them drop to the floor. My penis was fully erect and straining to get out of my black boxer briefs. During our chats Vicky indicated that she was fairly submissive and loved a man to take charge. She had indicated that the first thing she wanted to do was to taste me in her mouth. I was a bit concerned about this, since I did not want to spend my first shot right off the bat. During our chats, I had honestly reminded her that I was 40, and that I have never cum more than 2 times within the span of a few hours, especially in the last 10 years. She was cool with that and assured me that she would make me cum 3 or more times. I pulled Vicky away from our kiss and had her kneel about 12 inches in front of my boxer briefs which was her fantasy. She was still fully dressed except for her panties. I then pulled my erect penis and testicles through the opening in my briefs. Vicky gasped as she looked at my Uncircumcised penis up close and personal. She had seen pictures of it and the fact that she had never been with an uncircumcised man before turned her on a lot. I am about 7 inches long (Yes I have measured it exactly) and very thick, though I have a fairly pronounced curve to the left. Being uncircumcised tends to add thickness on the head of the penis. I pulled Vicky's head towards my penis and asked her to lick it gently. There was precum oozing out of my penis and she delicately licked it up with her tongue. I gently caressed her hair and then firmly but gently held her head still and told her to open her mouth. I pushed my penis all the way in till she gagged a bit and then pulled it out till the tip of the penis. I then moved in and out of her mouth slowly, both by moving her head back and forth and moving my hips back and forth. She had her lips adjusted so that I could face fuck her as we had discussed numerous times in our chat sessions. I also asked her to play with my testicles which she readily obliged. I must admit that I rarely ejaculate quickly because I do my kegels very regularly and have fairly good control over my ejaculation. However, seeing Vicky down there with her beautiful mouth over my penis was just too much. After just a couple of minutes, I felt that I was getting close to ejaculating, so I pulled out of her mouth to avoid losing my first load so quickly. While she stared at my penis up close I pulled the foreskin back over the head. My foreskin is relatively tight even though I pull it back and clean it daily. When I am fully erect, and pull the foreskin back, the foreskin tends to tighten like a noose around the base of the head of my penis. This has an added effect of preventing me from ejaculating too quickly. Vicky had seen pictures of my penis fully erect with its forekin pull back, just as it appeared in front of her. I asked Vicky to lick my uncovered head and she did so very gently. I then started to face fuck her again. Now, I could increase the intensity and speed while moving in and out without fear of ejaculating too soon. Every now and then I pulled out of her mouth and gently slapped her face with my penis and gently moved my penis tip against her cheeks, nose and forehead. In our chats, she said this was something she absolutely loved. I like this too since this gave me a break from face fucking her, and prevented me from ejaculating too soon. After slapping and moving my penis against her cheeks, I would get back to face fucking her. After minutes of the greatest pleasure filled moments of my life, I was ready to ejaculate and warned her that I was. I pulled out just outside her lips and told her to open up wide as I squirted into her mouth. As soon as I had finished, I could see her tasting my cum and swallowing it. At the same time I gently pulled her head forward and asked her to lick the cum that was dripping from my penis. She did so very readily. I was spent already and started to wonder If I would ever be able to get it up again for the rest of our session today. I gently pulled her up to me and kissed her passionately again, thanking her for the wonderful experience. I then reminded her that it was now my turn to take care of her with a full body sensual massage which was her fantasy. Sensual Massage After the perfect oral performance Vicky bestowed upon me, I was very determined to repay her the best I could. She told me that in the last few weeks, she had regularly fantasized about my brown muscled body rubbing against her delicate white skin while I provided her with a full body sensual massage. I tucked in my penis, which was hanging out through my briefs, and took of my t-shirt off. I sat her down on the king size bed and helped her out of her t-shirt and bra. Her breasts were absolutely perfect (34Cs) with small perky nipples. I gasped as they came into view and had to stop myself from devouring them immediately. I then laid Vicky on the bed, unzipped her skirt and slowly pulled it off her legs. Her pussy was absolutely gorgeous and completely shaved just like it was in her pictures. I turned her over so that she was lying on her stomach with her feet hanging off the bed, and got ready to give her a much deserved massage. I could not help but gawk at her nice round butt, which was the product of years of dance classes. We made idle chat while I got the massage oils ready and I turned on the heat since she was naked. Now, to be honest I am no expert in the art of sensual massage. However, I had read and reread many articles on sensual massage techniques on the literotica site itself. I had visually practiced massaging Vicky numerous times in the last few weeks. Additionally, I carefully studied numerous sensual massage videos on popular video sites online. I straddled her with my legs on either side of her and my groin located just behind the level of her butt. I gently applied the massage oil, and started with her neck and shoulders using my fingers, thumbs and palms to knead the stress off the shoulders. I asked her to give me feedback on the amount of pressure that she preferred, which she did. I then massaged her arms all the way to the fingers. I surrounded each of her fingers with my thumb, index, and middle finger, and I moved them up and down her fingers, one at a time. I then moved to her back and massaged her from the backbone out to her sides using both hands at the same time, rubbing the oil into her back till it seemed to magically vanish away. I continued this for a while till I reached the top of her butt. Every now and then she would moan softly in approval, obviously enjoying the therapeutic massage. After reaching the top of her butt, I got off from straddling Vicky's lower butt and walked to the back of the bed. I then started to massage her feet paying great attention to her toes which she absolutely enjoyed. I then continued up her legs massaging her calves in long upward strokes, one leg at a time with both my hands on each leg. After I was done with her calves I started to work on her thighs. Instinctively, Vicky spread her legs perhaps inviting me to massage her insides. This started to excite me and I started to feel myself grow under my briefs. I obliged by placing a knee on the bed in between Vicky's calves getting into position to massage her thighs better. I used both hands on her right thigh moving outwards from the center. When I reached her upper thigh just below her butt Vicky spread her legs even more invitingly. I casually ignored this sign and went about massaging her thigh. I teased her during the the downward strokes by brushing the fingers of my left hand against her pussy. I then repeated the same process on her left thigh. By now Vicky was completely wet and I was really proud of myself. I started massaging her butt. I dripped a liberal amount of oil on them and started massaging the right butt cheek first just like I did to her thighs. With every stroke my left hand would wander and linger near her starfish. She moaned in pleasure but I did sense some nervous tension in her. I knew she had never experienced any anal play before. I did the same to her left butt. Then I used both hands as I massaged both cheeks simultaneously starting from her butt crack towards the outside which exposed her starfish during the entire outward stroke. Vicky moaned in pleasure as I moved my mouth closer to her butt and gently blew onto her starfish and pussy during the outward strokes. She was dripping wet and I had to resist the urge to finger her pussy. I got off Vicky, went to the bathroom, got a cloth moistened with warm water, and wiped off some of the oil from her. Then I told her to turn around to lie on her back. I still had my boxer briefs on and straddled her tummy with my knees on the bed around the level of her breasts. I massaged her scalp first, then her forehead, face, nose and chin all the while looking directly into her eyes. Then I moved my position to started massaging her chest area without touching her breasts. I then moved lower on the bed to massage her abdomen stopping slightly above her mound. She was dripping wet as I massaged the front of her thighs, one at a time. I teased her by brushing across her pussy as I massaged her thighs. She responded with soft moans. I then finished the supposed therapeutic part of the massage with the front of her lower legs. I then deliberately stood walked to the side of the bed next to her eye level and dropped my boxer briefs letting her know that the sensual part of the massage was at hand. I started massaging her around 10:30 and it was 11:15 now. Seeing her wet pussy and her lovely breasts had got me aroused again and I was as hard as I could get. I climbed onto the bed and spread her legs and brought her knee up so that her feet were on the bed. I knelt between her legs so that the shaft of my penis rested against her pussy lips and started to massage her breasts. I rubbed oil all around her nipples and massaged both breasts simultaneously using my fingers and palms without touching her nipples. I varied the motions around her breasts sometimes even using both hands on each breast. Vicky moaned in pleasure as I massaged her breast for around 5 minutes. I then teased and played with her nipples using my thumb, index and middle fingers. She cooed and softly said that she loved what I was doing. I could feel the wetness between her pussy lips on the shaft of my penis. I got off Vicky, took a pillow and placed it under her head so she was propped up. I placed another pillow under her butt so that she had a clear view of her mound. I moved back down the bed and knelt in front of her to massage her pussy. I poured a small amount of massage oil on her mound till it dripped down her outer lips. I gently massaged her mound and outer lips. I gently squeezed the outer lip between my thumb and index fingers, and slid them up and down the entire length of each lip. I repeated the same to the inner lips of her vagina. I asked Vicky if my pressure or speed, was ok. She softly moaned that it was great. I then stroked her clitoris with clockwise and counter-clockwise circles using my index finger. Intermittently, I would gently squeeze her clitoris between my thumb and index fingers. Vicky was getting very excited and I asked her to relax and breathe. Slowly I inserted my right middle finger into Vicky's vagina. Very gently I explored and massaged the inside of her vagina feeling up, down and sideways. I varied the depth, speed and pressure. Then, with my palm facing up, I moved my middle finger back towards my palm to massage her g-spot. I varied the pressure, speed and also moved my finger from side to side, back and forth, and in circles. After a few minutes I also inserted my right ring finger in and continued the g-spot massage. Inter-Generational Affair Vicky was obviously enjoying the massage and I knew she was getting close to an orgasm. I intermittently started using my thumb of the right hand to stimulate her clitoris. This dual g-spot and clitoral stimulation drove Vicky over the edge and she had her first orgasm very soon. My fingers and most of my hand were fully soaked in her juices. Vicky had been watching intently as I was massaging her g-spot but now closed her eyes and moved her head to the side on the pillow. I continued to massage Vicky. I now started using the palm of my left hand to massage her mound and used my left thumb on her clitoris. My right hand was still in her, massaging her g-spot. Soon, I felt her starting to breathe heavily again and Vicky had her second orgasm, which came a lot faster than her first. Mutual Bliss While Vicky recovered from her second orgasm, I got ready for the next stage. I got up and got the massage oil, condoms, and lubricant and placed them into on the bed for easy access. I took the pillow from under Vicky's butt and spread her legs slightly. I generously applied oil onto my chest, abdomen and legs. I then lowered myself onto Vicky with my legs between hers and my lips gently kissing her forehead. In this position my penis shaft rested against her mound. I then asked Vicky to take in a deep breath, and when she did, I lowered my body weight onto her helping her to exhale. I repeated this process a few times till the massage oil seemed to have fused our torso's together. I then started sliding down her body. As I slid down, I kissed her forehead, nose, lips and neck before sliding down to kiss her breasts. My body was firmly pressed against hers at all times during the slide down. I then slid back up kissing the same parts in reverse till my lips kissed her forehead. Every time I slid up, the head of my penis would slam into her pussy lips and then I would rub the shaft against her pussy lips. Vicky moaned softly in pleasure, as well as in anticipation. I slid back off Vicky, knelt down between her and raised her knees up slightly. I then got the condom and Vicky watched intently as I pulled the foreskin back off over the head of my erect penis, rolled the condom over it and applied the lubricant to the condom. I lowered myself back onto her again and continued with the body slide for a few more minutes. We were both ready, and Vicky spread her legs a bit more every time I slid up and my penis slammed against her pussy. I finally stopped the upward slide till my lips were on hers. I kissed her passionately as she opened her legs up even more to guide my penis into her. She was dripping wet and my penis slid in very easily. We continued to kiss passionately as I fucked her slowly at first and then changed the tempo intermittently. Now, I like to follow a little of the Taoist sexual philosophy in order to make intercourse last longer and more pleasurable. Without going into much detail, a goal of a 1000 strokes, and using kegels to control my ejaculation, until the lady has orgasmed first is the essence of what I follow. Vicky and myself kissed passionately, and sometimes I would kiss her forehead, ears, cheeks and lips, and sometimes her nipples, all while continuing to fuck her at different speeds and depth. Intermittently I would take a break and whisper sweet nothings to her while I was still inside her. This went on for a while till Vicky indicated that she was ready to orgasm. I then started to pound her harder till I felt her convulsing around my penis. This excited me to come and I ejaculated a few seconds after her convulsions stopped. I was out of breath and lay down besides her and kissed her gently. I then cleaned up and lay back with her. She used my arm as a pillow while we slept for about 30 minutes. Fitting End It was past 12 before we got up from our nap in each others arms. Both of us were hungry but were in no mood to get into our clothes and go out for a meal. So, I ordered a pizza delivery and we continued to lay together till the pizza arrived. After the pizza, it was almost 1 PM and I suggested that we have a shower together to get the massage oils off our body. Now, I had asked Vicky to book a room with a Jacuzzi, since Vicky had told me that she fantasized about making love in the Jacuzzi. However, the Holiday inn in this small town was a lower level hotel. We had to make do with a shower and tub. However, the tub was big enough to hold both of us and was fairly deep. I filled the tub and both of us got in. When we got into the tub I had absolutely no desire to go another round. I was well and truly spent after ejaculating twice in the last 3 hours. Well, being 40, I have never gone more than 2 rounds in the last 10 years. The last time I remember going 3 rounds was in my mid 20s. In the last few years, it has been 1 and out for me. But apparently Vicky had other ideas. She leaned back against me so that her back was against my chest as we lay in the tub. The water level reached a little above her nipples. I played with her breasts as she tilted her head back to allow me to kiss her cheeks, ears and lips. Every now and then she would play with my penis using her hands. Sometimes she would move her butt back and rub my dick, kinda like a lap dance under water. I could not believe it, but I was starting to get aroused again. This obviously pleased Vicky and she started to talk dirty to me for the first time. Her exact words were I think "I am going to suck your dick till you are hard as a rock, and then I want you to fuck my brains out doggie style" I then sat on the ledge of the tub as Vicky started giving me a blowjob. Intermittently she would talk dirty, slap her face with my dick, and suck my balls till I was rock hard again. She was pleased with her work and said "Now fuck my brains out again as hard as you can". I stood up and told Vicky to get back to the bed since the room was well heated. I was not about to try any dangerous moves in the tub which would definitely make me lose my erection. While Vicky got back to bed and took the doggie position, still fully drenched, I placed a condom on my penis and lubricated it. I quickly knelt behind her and entered her. She continued to talk dirty (which was a first for me) and this got me even more excited. I fucked her as hard as I could till she was moaning quite loudly. Having cum twice already, I could go on for a while now without fear of ejaculating. I kept pounding her till I felt her climax. I knew she was done when she leaned further down and rested her head on the bed with her hands near her head. I continued to pound her for a few more minutes as hard as I could till I came. That is the hardest I have ever had to fuck in order to ejaculate. I was spent and just lay besides her as we cuddled and talked softly in bed, still wet from the shower. I am fairly sure the maid service was going to wonder what happened in here.. We spent the next 30 minutes cuddling, kissing, and talking softly in bed before it was time for us leave. I waited for Vicky to check out, then walked her back to her car. We kissed passionately before she drove away. We did meet 2 more times since that initial meeting. We still keep in touch regularly via email / IM / voice chat and sometimes cam to cam. Inter-Office Angst Is it possible to have an overactive libido? Savannah repeatedly had this thought return to her while shopping for lingerie. Just looking in the mirror with the skimpy bra and garters had her nipples erect and pussy anticipating a hard cock. "Excuse me, Miss? Are you doing alright in there?" "Yes," Savannah replied, "Thank you. It all fits perfectly." Hm, odd, she thought. For her unique body type, the 34 DD and small panties fit her frame almost too well. Being only 5'2", usually the thigh highs were too long and fit awkwardly, but these gorgeous lacy thigh highs hugged her curves in just the right spots and made her ass look bigger than normal. With her libido screaming at her to pleasure herself, Savannah remembered she was just in a small boutique downtown on her lunch break. "Shit, I'm late." Removing the bra, her breasts spilled out, making her pussy clench at the sight. Why do boobs turn me on so much? Hurrying to snap on her full coverage bra in place of the see-through lacy pushup, she covered her hard nipples with a sharp intake of breath. Sliding the garters over her ass and down her thighs, she felt herself growing wetter, yearning for touch. For the third time today. Damn this is getting annoying. Hitching up her pencil skirt and tucking in her blouse, she made her way out of the confining dressing room. After buying the sexy outfit, she made her way back to work. Arriving earlier than usual, due to her 'discomfort,' she got back to work in hopes of distracting herself from the growing pressure in her pussy. After an hour of filing, she realized there was no hope. She quietly made her way to her office door, and shut it so that no one realized the secret reason as to her privacy. Sitting back at her desk, she opened her legs and spread her heels to opposite ends of her chair. Arching her back, she unbuttoned her blouse and felt her still-hard nipples. Squeezing her tits, she moved her hands down to her throbbing clit. Under her lacy thong she flicked at her wetness, already close. Heavily breathing, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of her clit throbbing in wait of a prolonged release. Moaning at the slip of her finger in her soaking folds, she didn't hear the click of her door. Reaching her peak, she shuddered at the intensity of her clit stimulation and the feeling of her finger deep inside her. "Well, that might have been the sexiest thing I've ever seen." Fuck. "Uhh." "No worries, Savannah. Since I'm just your coworker and not your boss, I can say that without any remorse." "Shane, you didn't knock." "I did, and after no response I became worried and decided to let myself in. And boy am I glad I did." "I don't know what to say." "Don't say anything, just feel." Shane said this as he motioned toward the bulge of his tight trousers. Grinning back at her office crush, Savannah moved herself to finger inside her and let out another moan as an answer to his obvious question. Shane fumbled with his pants and immediately made his way to her desk. Within minutes, Savannah's panties were torn off and Shane's mouth was pressed upon her wet pussy. Licking, sucking, pressing his tongue deep inside her, Savannah tried to keep as quiet as possible. Finally, after another shuddering orgasm, Savannah grabbed Shane's head. "I want your cock inside me. Now." With a sexy grin, he didn't need to say anything back. Instead, he removed his pants over his sensitive erect cock and took a condom out of his pocket. Sucking his cock, furthering the need for it inside her, she tugged on his balls letting him know she was ready for him. "Oh god, Shane, now." "Fuck yes." Shane grabbed Savannah and placed her on the floor. Pressing his body against hers, he slid his cock, wet from her mouth, inside her with force. Squeezing her pussy around it, Savannah let out a moan and bit his neck with intensity. "Harder!" Thrusting deep within her, it was only a few seconds until they both exploded. After collapsing on top of her, a knock was heard at her door. "Fuck. Get under my desk, now." "Yes, mistress," Shane whispered with a mischievous grin. Pulling her blouse and skirt back into place, she brushed her hair back and told the unexpected person to enter. "Yes, hello Savannah. We need you to come in tomorrow a little early. Would you mind telling Shane? I thought I saw him come in here..." "Um, yes, Sir. Of course. Hm, really? He must have gone to the restroom. I'll let him know." "Thank you." Blushing brightly, she rolled her chair back to reveal a smiling Shane. "Were we just caught?" "Seems like it. He winked at me on the way out." "Looks like I do have an overactive libido..." Interaction With The Neighbours I consider myself to be a very fortunate person; at the age of nineteen I own my own house. I inherited from my Uncle, along with an extensive library of erotic literature (most of it is simply porn) and what is probably one of the largest private collections of implements designed to cause pain. It is a nice house too, detached with three bedrooms, a living room, a dinning room and a kitchen to die for. It also has a good size study, which I have converted into a hobby room, you will find at more about my hobbies later. The garden is a dream and I spend hours in it. Mainly indulging in nude sunbathing. By the way my name is Suzie. I like my neighbours; Jane who is a single mother and her teenaged children Zack and Stacy occupies the house to the right. Zack and Stacy are basically good kids, but they can give there mum a hard time. Zack is clearly sweet on me. I am fairly certain that he watches me sun bathe from his bedroom window. He blushed when I gave him a pair of binoculars for his birthday. He is fit and definitely presses some of the right buttons. Stacy however is truly stunning and presses all of the right buttons many times over. Jane brought her Zack around tonight; she had caught him spying on me though my window. She said she would leave him with me for a suitable punishment. He was dressed only in his boxers, and while nervous, a bulge shows that he was very excited. Once Jane had left I said to Zack "Zack, remove the boxers," He blushed and said "Do I have to?" "Yes, it would be better for you if I can monitor the damage I am inflicting on your bum." He obeyed and I was really impressed by the size of his cock, which was now fully erect. I bent him over a table and secured his arms and legs to it. The punishment was going to be painful and I did not want a lot of movement on his part. I began with a warm up spank, slapping one check then the other. By the time I had laid down a fifty, his bum a very nice shade of red. I then changed the pattern, three slaps to one cheek followed by three to the other. He made the mistake of saying it was not as bad as he had feared. "I have only just began" was my reply. I then began to administer blow after blow with a two pronged paddle in bursts of ten, rubbing his bottom between each burst, sixty of these left his bottom a deep shade of red and covered in angry welts. He begged for me to finish. "Zack, there is a caning still to come." Zack said he needed the bathroom; I produced a vase and said if he needed a pee he could use it, he clearly did as he half filled it. I decided we both need a rest, so I jerked him off. Stroking the whole length of his cock whilst kneading his very sore backside soon had the desired effect, his body tensed and a jet of cum hit me full in the face. I finished with twenty-five strokes of a wicked cane. I made him count. Each cut brought about an immediately reaction. After ten he was screaming that he could not take any more, I believed him but still took my time administrating the next fifteen. When the caning was finished, I took my time to masturbate him. I was stripped and I wanted to see how many times I could make him cum. After the fifth time, I released him and let him finger me. He did this with a vigour born of pain and I soon squirted all over him. I then jerked him off once more. By this time his cock was fairly red and we were both covered in sex. I did not let him clean himself up or to reclaim his boxer's. I sent him home I the state he was in for sister to see. An hour later my doorbell rang, as I was already in bed I answered it in the nude. When I opened the door Stacy produced a jug of double cream and poured it over my tits and pussy. "Stacy, what the hell!" "Suzie, I am really pissed off that you introduced Jack to your hobbies before me" She then smiled and asked "Have I been bad enough to deserve a harsh spanking?" "Stacy, be careful what you wish for, because you will get it" I stripped her out of the knickers and tee shirt, which she wore in bed. Firstly I made her lick of the cream and then lay her over my knee. The spanking was gentle at first and she complained that I was not being hard enough on her, so I built up the tempo and force of the smacks going from cheek to cheek. Soon the tears began to flow but I just carried on. He cheeks were nicely red by now but I only stopped when they were a deep shade of crimson. I asked if she had had enough, no way she said. I got her to lick me out before continuing the punishment. I treated her to a very hard session on one my wank machine and enjoyed the sound of her moaning. "Stacy, its pussy whipping time." I enjoyed the flicker of anxiety passed over her face before she said "Yes it is." I first shaved her; with her legs very well spread I attached clips to her pussy lips and then attaching the clips by cords to her feet. This ensured that her pussy was very vulnerable to the whipping that was to follow. I introduced her to my three-pronged paddle and then I began the punishment, each cut landed as desired, both pussy lips and her clit being struck. After five cuts it was clear that a gag was necessary and after fifteen cuts I allowed her to piss into a vase before continuing. She received a total of thirty cut before I released her. Then as an act of kindness I soothed the pain with my tongue. She seemed very appreciative of this kindness.