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Lesson's Learned

By: Amy Moore



I was thinking to myself one day while lying in bed. If men think with there dicks, what do women think with?

I realize that not all girls have this nympho desire or nothing. But, you see, I know some who like to be bad, do bad things. Are we just that type?

I was trying to come up with a story to write. A good one. Then what do I think about doing to someone. But noooo. I go start to the sex. 

It was like saying: heyyy, no waiting here! And hurry up I need some!

Went to this chat room. And low and behold, what is on my mind in 2 seconds flat?

Yes!!! Sex!sex,sex,sex!

It was like I started shaking at the notion.

I can see it now.headlines: Girl thinks with her pussy!!!

Well I’m getting way ahead of myself. Rushing to the finish I think.

Wait let me ask the boss. Yes, it agrees, I what satisfaction.

But no, we need to get thru the start first. So here goes.

Well, I was there in the chat room, thinking, wow this guy looks seems (can’t look at him). And we start talking. Before I know it I’m nude, horny as hell. And in need of a Cumming. He seemed to know all the spots I want touched. And just when to touch them. I was hooked. Hell, I could do thirty guys and sleep like a baby. Because who would know?

What they going to do? Brag?

So. I was going from one guy to another. Three waying, and all that. I was even multi pming guys. I had like 4 pm boxes open at once! All different things I was doing. Blow jobs, anal sex. All that, I loved it. Then I met HER, my best friend, Rachel. I met her thru a great and wonderful guy there in the chat. Who to today, we are still friends? She was my first BI, encounter. I was like Wow this is something! We got to know eachother. Started playing without the guy. And then, one day while he was away, not away away, I mean like he was there but left to do something. She got kind of shy, and told me she had AIDS. She was upset, told me she thought we would leave her if we knew. I told her it was cybersex. I could not catch it. And He heard us talking, and told her the same. We got closer and closer as time went on. And she was my best friend, my girlfriend. When she sent me a picture of her, WOW she was beautiful! We talked about everything. My life her life how she got Aids. How her boyfriend beat her. I know she was getting depressed. But I told her I was there for her. If ever she needed me. She told me her bf, also had the Aids virus, he told her it was because of her. She was upset. I told her. To not let him get her down. And that everything would be okay. I know she told me he cheated on her. Drunk like all get out. But she still I guess cared. She told me of wild parties she had with him. How he likes to get, I listened. It wasn’t till he beat her really bad that things got worse. She started talking about death, about quitting her medication. I told her she had better not. I for one would miss her. Let me stop right here for a second,

Okay, now let’s see. We were online one night, talking and my online bf, showed up. I told him I was busy. He ask doing what?

I told him I was with a friend in need. (Advice for girls: watch them online bf, they’re something else!) He said ok. Hit him up when I was thru.

So I went back to her. I had a real life boyfriend at the time to. But he never said anything about Rachel. Hell we did it with her! He told her and I told her to leave the guy she was with, that she was better than that. But, she was scared of what he would do to her. He came home drunk every night. Beat her, and then called her names, then fuck her like a slut. She’s a kind person I told myself, she deserves better, needs better. I offered to move her down with me, and take care of her. I cried every night, for her. Wondering if I would see her anymore. She introduced me to her online Boyfriend, and there were a lot.

Told me that if anything happened to her. She would find a way to get up with one of us. Our mutual friends or me.

Then one day, I seen her online, she told me: I’m moving! He’s at work and I’m pulling out. Going to her sister’s. I was happy, but kind of sad at the same times didn’t want her to leave. But I knew she needed to. She said she would keep in touch.

It’s been 2 years now. Nothing, I search the newspapers where she lives to see if anything has happened to her. But nothing yet has come up. I want her to be happy. I want her safe. But selfish as I can be. I want her with me to.

Now, yes I still go online, I still have cybersex with guy’s. I’ve had many boyfriends online. A lot of them are married. Most just lie, cheats, and just is bad.

I had one who while I was dating him, he was dating another to. Telling her that him and me were just friends, we never had sex. (Laughing)

Then another, I was dating online and low and behold, what happens? I move. What’s he do? Go find the first girl online to be with. When I do get back in touch. What’s he say?

You want me to decide between the both of you?

Well I pick her. Because that’s what you liked about me to begging with, my being faithful (cough, bullshit, bullshit). Hey, asshole, I just wanted a lay! 

Then what happens? Take a guess?

No, she tells him she’s married! (Boy is that not a great pay back or what?)

So he looks me up, say I’m sorry. I told him its o.k. Says I know you did other guys while we were apart (hell yeah!) but could we get back together? NOPE! 

Once bitten, twice shy. So I disappeared outta his life, outta his email, everywhere I knew him. Changed my name, changed it all. But I made most popular in the chat room.

Met another guy, thought it was love. But no, he was just running game. That has seemed to be the way most guy’s are. They get jealous when you talk to another guy, even your friends now you can’t have them, there a bad influnce. Recently I met this new guy, well he’s not new to the chat room but we just became together. Well I’ve never seen him, but he knows what I like, but like’s me to do other guys to. It’s okay I guess, but I would so much rather just be with him. I feel like I’m bad. I’ve earned a bad rep, in the chat room. And most don’t see me as me. They see me as a sex toy. As x-mas nears, my mind is full of thoughts. Of Rachel. of how she is , is she okay?

And wishing I could talk to her. Well, my new love (yes) he’s married, but he doesn’t love her. I want to be with him. Just that he get’s jealous often; I’m not that damn pretty I think, 

Blonde, blue eyes, 5’5, 38dd, tanned slim, and workout a lot. It ‘s hard to live a life, and not want to be happy. I just got thru reading Danielle Steele’s book about her son, Nick. I feel for her, I can’t imagine the pain that he went thru. But you could tell in his writes that he wanted to hold on, he just didn’t know how. My heart ache’s for him, and I cry for Rachel, 2 people who were dealt a bad hand of life. But I’m hoping that one-day, I will meet them both. And I hope I can tell him, that they touched a lot of people, alive and dead. Well for now this is where I’ll stop. I think that life will go on and that I’ll always be free if I let myself.

“No matter how much I put in the bank every day, I wake up broke every morning”

Nick Traina august 1997

Lessons Learned



She knew full well what they called her. She knew and reveled in it. The title of "cock tease" that so many young women took as an insult, she wore as a badge of honor. Oh she was not a virgin by any stretch of the imagination, but she only had sex on her terms, not an any other's. She chose to never relinquish control, never give up the dominance that seemed to come with being a beautiful, eighteen year old woman. As a result, much to her never ending puzzlement, she often went unfulfilled, unsatisfied.

At first, she contented with teasing merely those young boys in the grades below her, then she moved up to teasing then she moved up to those her peers in age. Soon enough, she was teasing the older boys, the seniors. Now that she was now a senior herself, on the eve of graduating this oppressive institution, she was forced to tease the teachers, as teasing those her own age or younger had long since lost its challenge and therefore its appeal.

She was constantly lick her lips, drawing attention to their voluptuousness and suppleness. She would constantly cross and uncross her legs, giving the dirty old men the barest of peeks into her soft, lace covered valley. She saw the questions flash through their eyes: was it deliberate? Was she shaved bare as seemed to be the fashion of late? Did she taste as sweet as they imagined she did? She often barely managed to stifle a private chuckle at their discomfort. These questions would never be answered by them. They would never know.

Then he showed up. He was unlike all the other teachers at this school. Where they were old and stodgy, he was young and humorous. His hair was also longer than the school generally allowed but for some reason they made an exception with him. His hair was thick and wavy, falling just past his shoulders. Quite often he wore it pulled back into a severe ponytail, loose strands constantly working their way free of the elastic and sliding into his eyes.

But she found that she preferred him on those rare days that he either chose to wear it down or simply forgot to pull it up. She found herself wondering what his body looked like under his serious clothing, how he would feel pressed up against her in the darkness. Not liking the fact that he had somehow affected her without even trying, she decided to intensify her teasing of him, draw him to her, have him fall within her power and control.

Yet, he seemed completely oblivious to her every attempt. She licked her lips and flicked her hair. She crossed and uncrossed her legs. All to no avail. He simply did not see her in that way. With questions about his sexual preferences plaguing her mind, she decided to increase the stakes and, with them, the risks. 

She entered the classroom one morning, her white cotton blouse loosened enough to show her cleavage and the merest hint of the black lacy bra worn underneath. She had chosen to forgo panties for the day, deciding to give him just the barest hint of her smooth, pink pussy. She smiled to herself as she sat down in her customary front row seat, the better to flash the teachers and see their reactions.

All through the class she pressed him hard, giving her all to her best efforts. But all to no avail. He simply ignored her. Even when she was reduced to sliding the already short, plaid skirt slightly up her legs as she parted them, giving him an unobstructed view. She knew he had seen. She saw his eye glance down for just the merest glance. Yet he seemed wholly unaffected.

Then the bell rang, signifying the end of class. As she picked up her bags to leave, his voice stopped her cold. "Elaine, please come see me after school." His usual warm and friendly tone was gone, replaced by one that was cold, unyielding, a voice that brooked no disobedience. She merely nodded, wondering at the sudden heat that built up between her legs.

His class was the first of the day, so she was tormented by thoughts of what he would say or do the rest of the day. She attended a very exclusive boarding school that required both the students and their parents to sign a very legally binding morals contract prior to consideration for admission. For her actions, she could be easily expelled and that would make her father very angry.

As the heat between her legs steadily grew throughout the day, so did her apprehension. She did not wish to be expelled. Then a sudden inspiration struck. What if she seduced the teacher? If she seduced him, made him give in to her charms, then he could not have her expelled from school without risk of losing his job. The thought of seducing him sent a chill down her spine. She had long since stopped feeling a challenge in seducing those younger than her and even her own peers in age. 

So, at the end of the day, as she walked to his class, her apprehension was fighting a losing battle with her determination. She stormed into his office, defiantly. Her defiance lasted only as long as it took for her eyes to catch his. He was standing by the far window, arms crossed and a look of disgust upon his face. He turned to face the window as the door closed behind her. A soft click told her the door had been locked.

Elaine spun around to see two other teachers behind her, a similar look of disgust on their faces. She turned to face him again. "Mr. Smith, I have no idea what this is about but..." 

"Be silent." Two simple words filled with such icy venom that she instantly complied, all thoughts of seducing him long gone. "When I arrived here to teach, I was bombarded with stories of your actions, your teasing of the male students and teachers. I chose to disregard those stories, chose to judge you for your actions myself, not to simply accept the word of those I work with. I was disappointed when you turned your flirtatious attentions to me, but chose to ignore your blatant, amateurish attempts at seeking attention.

"Then today you decided to take your flirtations to a new low, baring your vagina to me like some wanton jezebel. Where I am from there is only one way to treat such a whore as yourself."

Elaine opened her mouth to protest but was silenced once more by the look in his eyes. You glanced behind her to the two other teachers. They stepped forward, each to a side and grabbing an arm. They pushed her to the ground, onto her knees. Mr. Smith slowly drew the shades down, blocking any passing eyes from witnessing what was about to occur. 

He walked over and knelt before her, tenderly stroking her cheek. "You will be silent. You will do as you are instructed from this day forth. You will obey me or you will pay the repercussions. You will tell no one of what occurs between us. You will do nothing without my permission. You will pursue no sexual endeavors from this moment on without my express consent, which you will not receive. Is that clear?"

Tears began to pour from her eyes and she began to babble, begging to be let go. She alternated between promises of complete silence to brazen threats to the police and her father. Mr. Smith merely smiled, coldly, as he slapped her face. The slap was not extremely hard, merely enough to get her attention. "Your father cannot save you now. He will not come to your rescue, nor will any others in this institution." 

He stood and nodded to the others. Elaine felt herself being pushed forward, still on her knees, and her arms were pinned behind her. She felt a hand reach down and raise her skirt above her waist, exposing her ass to the view of all present. Mr. Smith stood before her, smiling that cold smile, and slowly unzipped his trousers. 

Elaine knew what he wanted, what he desired. But she resisted, it was an act that she had rarely ever participated in, much preferring to be on the receiving end, to be the one in charge. She struggled against the strength of the men pinning her arms behind her but the sting of a ruler slapping across her ass cheeks stopped her cold.

A disapproving look from Mr. Smith held her still as he pulled his cock from his trousers. "You will suck me, you will swallow me. You will not bite me. Believe me when I say that the punishment for biting me is not one you would ever wish to experience." 

Elaine started to sob, resolving to tell everything to the headmistress, even if she had to reveal her teasing. A soft tapping at the door caught everyone's attention. Elaine experienced a surge of hope. Maybe they would stop. If someone needed to come in, they would have to stop. A key turning in the lock, opening the door, only fed that hope. And when the headmistress entered, Elaine suddenly knew that everything was going to be just fine. Surely, she would not allow this to continue.

"I am sorry I am late, sir. My appointment ran over time. Am I too late to witness the lessons?" The words, uttered from Ms. Shively, the headmistress, to Mr. Smith shattered any pretense of hope building within Elaine. The response from Mr. Smith simply served to break her spirit.

"Have you spoken to her father? Explained to him about her behavior and how it must be rectified?

"Yes sir, I have. And as he was once a student of this institution, he well knows the methods of correction wielded here. He seemed rather relieved that we were choosing to rectify the situation rather than expelling her."

"As you can see, dear Elaine, there is little you can do, no one you can turn to that can help you now. You now belong to me." With those words, Mr. Smith shoved his semi-hard cock into her mouth. "Suck it, make it hard. Make me cum into that troublesome little mouth of yours. Perhaps if you do well enough, we can end the lessons there for today."

Elaine whimpered as she began to suck his cock, feeling it swell and harden between her lips. She wanted to cry, to weep tears as her innocence, a virtue she had long thought disappeared, was ripped from her. Her face burned with shame as she felt her pussy begin to twitch and pulse, the heat growing ever stronger. She was dripping wet now, worried she might leave a puddle on the floor. She was ashamed and yet excited all at once. She knew this was wrong, knew it was perverted to feel arousal as such a debasement, but she could not help it.

She sucked his cock, striving to do her best at an activity that she had had little practice in. With her arms pinned behind her, Elaine knew that she could not perform satisfactorily. Yet, still she tried. When she felt his fingers wrap themselves in her hair, she thought he was close, thought she was doing well. But then he thrust himself into her mouth, hard, fucking her face as if it were her pussy. 

Her shame redoubled when she moaned, pleasure ripping through her like she had never felt before. He continued thrusting into her mouth, fast and hard, nearly choking her. She could soon feel him twitching, then she heard a grunt as he pulled her face harder into him was the only warning she received. In jerking spasms, he erupted into her mouth, cumming heavily. She strived to swallow as much as she could but there was so much.

A thin trickle leaked from her lips. The look of satisfaction that had been building on his face quickly vanished into one of anger. "I told you to swallow every drop." He never raised his voice, simply spoke in that cold tone that frightened her even more than any amount of yelling ever could. "I gave you simple instructions which you have failed to meet. The lessons will continue until I feel you have adequately learned all you can learn for today."

With that, Mr. Smith pulled away, reaching up to loosen his tie. He gestured to the others and they lifted her up, laying her on his desk which had been cleared sometime before she had arrived. Mr. Smith merely glanced over at the headmistress and she quickly headed over to Elaine. She glanced into Elaine's eyes and there was no sympathy, no emotion at all, in her cold blue eyes. The headmistress reached over and began to quickly, but carefully, unbutton Elaine's blouse.

Elaine whimpered as her black lace bra was exposed. With a grin, the headmistress realized the bra was unclasped from the front. Her firm breasts were now exposed, the skin soft and white, seemingly having never been kissed by the sun. Her nipples were a dark pink, nearly red and standing hard and erect, whether from arousal, the sudden cold or a combination of both was unknown.

Mr. Smith smiled and moved to stand between her legs, pushing them apart with his hands, hands rougher than she had expected from a teacher. His cock was still hard and he positioned himself to enter her. With a nod to the others, he waited for just a moment. The other two teachers each held down an arm, not with a lot of strength, not desiring to cause her any harm, but not wishing her to lash out in any way. The headmistress took a handkerchief from a pocket and stuffed it into Elaine's mouth. 

As soon as the makeshift gag was in place, Mr. Smith lunged forward, plunging himself into her in one smooth, forceful thrust. Elaine screamed into the gag, a combination of both pleasure and pain. She wanted to struggle free, to fight her way out from this violation, to scream for help. Yet, somewhere deep inside that she did not wish to acknowledge existed, she wanted to scream in ecstasy, to beg for more, beg him to go faster and harder, to use her and to cast her aside.

Mr. Smith pounded into her tight, almost virginal, pussy, slamming into her with a force that she had never before felt between her legs. She moaned into her gag, her fear and disgust quickly dissolving away, replaced by desire, arousal and even a bit of shame. She writhed beneath his touch, his pounding within her. She tried to grind into him, shamed at the wanton desire that filled her to her very core. But Mr. Smith's hands held her legs and hips in place while the other teachers held her arms pinned.

As Mr. Smith pounded into her, the other teachers leaned in, still pinning her arms down. They each took a nipple into their mouths, biting down with their teeth. And that was enough to send Elaine over the edge. An orgasm ripped through her body, more intense than anything she had ever felt before, a fire burning its way through her from her pussy throughout her entire being. She screamed into the gag again, a scream that threatened to dislodge the gag and reverberate throughout the entire room.

When she had finally calmed down, panting as deeply as possible through her nose, Mr. Smith slid out, still hard and unspent. He stood back and gestured to the others. They pulled Elaine to her feet and spun her around, facing the desk. With a not so gentle push, Mr. Smith pushed her down until she was pressed down against the desk. He looked over to the headmistress and she acknowledged his silent order with a quick nod. 

The headmistress began to strip down, removing her clothes with an economy of motion that showed she had done this many times before. Standing before them, completely naked, the headmistress no longer looked like the stern and proper administrator of a private school. Now the headmistress was a beautiful, slim woman. Her breasts stood high and pert on her chest and, like Elaine, her pussy was completely shaved bare.

She slid up onto the desk, sitting up with her legs spread. Mr. Smith grabbed a handful of Elaine's hair and pulled her head up. The headmistress slid herself forward, held up, braced by one of the other teachers, his arms wrapped around her body and hands on her breasts. She moaned slightly as his fingers pinched her nipples.

Mr. Smith nodded at the action before him and then, his hand still in Elaine's hair, pushed her head forward, until her mouth pressed into the headmistress's pussy. Elaine struggled, resisting this new debasement. She had never before been interested women, never before had a desire to perform this act, as much as she enjoyed having it performed on her. Mr. Smith gave her one small, yet sharp tap on the back of her head, letting her know exactly who was in charge.

With a tentative lick, she slid her tongue into the headmistress, getting her first taste of another woman's pussy. She was unsure what she found more arousing to her, the illicit activity of licking another woman's pussy or the fact that she had no choice in the matter. Either way, it did not matter. She began to lick the headmistress's pussy the way she knew she liked having hers licked. She even slid a finger into the pussy spread before her, getting into the action.

Then she felt a pressure, felt Mr. Smith position himself in a place that she had never before been penetrated. She struggled again, but knew that it was futile, knew that she would not be able to prevent this from happening. His hand simply kept her head pushed down in the headmistress's pussy. Within seconds, an agonizingly long few seconds, Mr. Smith had her ass penetrated fully. He merely sat there for a moment, allowing her to become accustomed to his presence.

She felt herself loosen around him, felt the pressure lighten up. Then he began to pound away into her, no gentleness in any stroke that slammed into her. The sensations that ripped through her were unlike anything she had ever felt before. She began to burn inside, a familiar sensation with a whole new origin than she was accustomed to. With an unexpected intensity, she began to cum once more, screaming into the headmistress's pussy. 

Elaine's moans had been quickly working their way through the headmistress's pussy, building her up to orgasm. As Elaine came, her scream tearing its way into the headmistress's pussy, was all it took. The headmistress bit her lip, doing her best to suppress her own scream as an orgasm tore its way through her body.

Mr. Smith pulled himself out of Elaine and lifted her up from the desk. He pushed her towards the other teachers, both of whom had stripped at some time. One of the teachers sat himself down in a chair and Elaine was pushed towards him. Realizing what was desired of her, even though she had felt no attraction to this man, she quickly straddled him, sliding his cock into her still wet pussy. 

She felt herself being pushed forward, forced to lean into the man as Mr. Smith repositioned himself behind her. He pushed himself into her ass once more, feeling her quiver as she was more stuffed than she had ever been before. She moaned as the two men began to alternate their strokes into her. Then her moans were muffled as the last man walked over and stuffed his cock into her mouth. 

She began to suck him, her lips and tongue expertly massaging his cock. She felt a hand reach out and take hers. The headmistress guided Elaine's hand into her pussy. Elaine's fingers quickly dug into the woman's wet pussy, seeking the tender clit. Elaine moaned around the cock stuffed into her mouth, the man fucking her mouth much as Mr. Smith and the other teacher fucked her other holes. 

Elaine could not stand it any longer. The multitude of sensations ripping through her were almost too much for her to bear. A scream ripped out of her mouth, barely muffled by the thick cock stuffed down her throat. The man in her mouth let out a loud grunt and came in her mouth. Remembering her lesson from before, Elaine made sure she swallowed every last drop, allowing nothing to escape her lips.

The man fucking her pussy began to thrust frantically and then he came, violently, inside her. She could feel every spurt hitting her walls from the inside and it caused her to cum again. Then she felt Mr. Smith allow himself to cum deep inside her ass, adding to the wave of orgasm that flooded through her. The headmistress began to cum with her own orgasm on Elaine's fingers. 

When everyone was done, spent and nearly exhausted, Mr. Smith pulled out, wiped himself clean and rearranged his clothing, which he had never taken off. "Get dressed. Get cleaned up. You will comport yourself as a proper young lady from this day forth. Return tomorrow after classes. We will revisit your education at that time.




Lessons Learned



"You will not seek pleasure from anyone that I do not approve and I will not approve anyone unless I am there. You will not pleasure yourself except with my permission and only in my presence. Am I understood?"

Elaine nodded, barely able to breathe, let alone speak. But at one glance from Mr. Smith, she stammered out an affirmative response. Mr. Smith nodded and then turned and left. Elaine was left to dress herself, dreamy from the endorphins that flooded her system. She struggled to straighten her clothing, wondering what Mr. Smith had in store for her tomorrow. Elaine found herself eagerly anticipating what was to come. 



Lessons Learned



When I walked into the club for Gina's bachelorette party, I was too frazzled from work to wonder who else might be there. I'd left the office closer to seven than six, ran home to change into my one appropriate dress, and now I was late. A broken chunk of sidewalk almost made me later, but I managed not to fall. I was sure I looked ridiculous as I stumbled towards the door, but I got in without further trouble.

Once inside I took a minute to orient myself amid the pulsing music and whirling lights. I hadn't been to a club in at least two years. At twenty-eight, I was pretty much over that scene. It had been fun, but it got old; or I did. It was hard to say.

It was also hard to think while the music pounded through my head. As the song subsided, a movement caught my eye and I saw Annie, Gina's sister, waving at me. Relieved, I waved back and started over.

After two steps, I stopped. She was here. I could feel it.

Annoyed, I gave myself a shake and continued over to the party. What had I expected? Lia was Gina's oldest friend; of course she would be here.

"Iris! You made it!" Gina came over to me, all smiles and hugs. "I was afraid you'd get held up at work."

I smiled back. "Almost. They tried but I snuck out the back."

"Well, sit down." Gina motioned me to a chair and signaled to a waitress. 

I opted for a Long Island Iced Tea. That was stronger than anything I'd had in ages, but I felt like I needed it. When it arrived and I tasted it I was glad to find they hadn't skimped on anything. I took a healthy gulp.

I was happy to catch up with Gina and chat with some other women at the table, friends I hadn't seen in a while and friends of friends. I was relieved that the party was just at a dance club and that they hadn't gone in for male strippers. I could admire the masculine physique as well as anyone else, but at the moment a plain old club was more my speed.

"Hi, Iris."

Her voice shot through my body. That wasn't fair. I hadn't seen her in months and didn't want this kind of reaction. But I never could help it.

"Hi, Lia."

She looked better than ever as she dropped into the seat next to me. Her eyes were a bright blue, her lips cherry red. She ran her tongue over her lips and made no secret of checking me out. Already warm from my drink, my body heated up even more. 

"It's been a while," she said. "How are you?"

"Good." I nodded. "Been working more than anything. You?"

She shrugged, bare shoulders sliding against her long, wavy dark hair. "Same company, new position, but work's work. I was glad when Gina invited me. I thought it would be fun to see some people again." Lia's eyes trailed down my face to my chest and back up. Emboldened by my drink, I did likewise. Before either of us could say anything more, Gina dragged Lia off to dance. 

I watched for a few minutes, drinking my cocktail but not tasting it. I was mesmerized by Lia. Her strapless dress hugged her body and emphasized her curves. Skinny heels, the kind I could never wear, made her legs look long and sleek. She looked fantastic.

Lia smiled and laughed as she danced with Gina and some other women from the party. They did those faux sexual moves that make some women feel brave and daring while entertaining the straight guys. When Lia did it, my mouth watered.

It took another drink before I would let anyone drag me up to dance. Even with the week I'd had and my desire to shake everything off for a day or two, dancing was not my favorite method of reducing stress. Since it was Gina's party, though, I tried to be a good sport.

Lia came over and gave me a sexy smile. "I didn't think you'd had enough to drink for this."

"I'm not sure I have." 

She grabbed my hand. "Come on, you're not even trying."

"You know I don't like to dance."

"You always liked dancing with me."

That much was true, but it wasn't because I liked dancing. It was because I liked the way Lia's body moved, both on her own and in rhythm with mine. My body remembered those feelings and I could tell by looking at her that she did too.

I let her pull me farther onto the dance floor. She swayed her hips to the beat and put her hands on my waist, enticing me to mirror her movements. Her eyes locked on mine. I responded to the pressure of her hands and rocked back and forth. After a few minutes, I put my hands on her shoulders and stepped a little closer.

Our bodies touched as we used dancing as an excuse to get as physically close as possible. No one noticed since the place was so crowded, and likely no one cared. This club was gay-friendly, so two women or two men getting close didn't draw much attention.

Lia kept her eyes on mine as she danced. I relaxed as the alcohol started having its effect and I slipped into the familiar feel of being with Lia. I pulled her to me and trailed a hand down her back and over her ass.

She bit her lip and closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, I saw the want. She dragged her hand up from my waist and over my breast before settling on my neck. Her fingernails skimmed over my shoulder and neck, raising goose bumps on my skin. I put one hand behind her neck and leaned in to kiss her.

I was playing with fire but I didn't care. 

I felt her shiver as we kissed. Damn, we had chemistry! Her body woke every nerve in mine and I wanted to do the same to her.

The kiss ended with the song and I stepped back. Our eyes met and I knew we both wanted more. However this was Gina's night, so any personal desires would have to wait.

Lia didn't say anything but as we walked back to the group her hand traveled down the length of my arm. I felt sparks everywhere she touched. 

We sat down as Gina began to open her presents, which included plenty of lingerie and sexy underwear. One box contained a collection of sex toys that made Gina laugh, blush and squeal all at the same time. I'd gone in on a negligée with Annie. I was all for sex toys, but Gina and I weren't quite close enough to exchange them as gifts. 

After another drink I needed a bathroom. I squinted across the room and saw a sign that was probably the one I wanted and headed over. It was the right place, although the restroom was down a set of stairs and at the end of a short, dim hallway. As I washed my hands I took a deep breath, grateful for the momentary quiet. I could still feel the bass but it was a soothing thrum compared to being out in the main room.

I stepped into the corridor and found Lia waiting.

"I missed you," she said. Her eyes raked over me. 

I knew what I looked like: a sheen of sweat on my face from the heat of the club; my blond hair damp with stray strands dangling to my shoulders; my nipples hard bumps under my thin black dress. Lia licked her lips.

"I missed you, too," I said. It was true. I'd gotten over it, gotten past it, whatever, but I missed her.

"Wanna try again?" She pushed off the wall and stepped over to me. Her face was flushed and with a dress shorter and thinner than mine, there was no hiding her arousal.

Instead of answering I walked her back against the wall and crushed my lips to hers. She gave a small gasp of surprise but there was no resistance. Her arms came up and gripped my shoulders as I pressed my body against hers.

My hands ran up and down her sides, down over her hips and then back up. Her nipples were hard buds under my palms as I covered her breasts with my hands. Our tongues dueled and I ground my hips against her.

"Jesus, Iris, that feels good." Lia's voice was hoarse as she dropped her head back and bared her neck to me. 

I latched on to the pulse point in her neck, biting down and then soothing the area with my tongue. Lia's breath came in short pants punctuated by the occasional soft moan. I loved those sounds.

I wedged my leg between hers and felt the heat of her pussy against my thigh. She hissed out a breath and jerked when I moved my leg; she must have been close to coming already. 

I wanted more and tugged down the top of her dress, baring her tits. Still kissing her, I didn't look at them but took advantage of the access and pinched and twisted her nipples. She moaned again and rocked against my leg. Leaving one hand on her breast, I reached down with the other and yanked up her dress. 

She wore a thong but it was no barrier. I pushed it aside and slid a finger into her, letting out a groan myself. I loved the way her slick walls clenched around my finger; after a moment, I added another and used my thumb to massage her clit. 

Lia held on to me now to keep herself up. She thrust against my hand as I moved my head down and took one dark pink nipple in my mouth. The pebbled skin teased my tongue as I sucked on the tip. My free hand pinched and tweaked her other nipple and I felt her body tense.

"Iris. Iris, someone might see." 

"Do you want me to stop?" I started to pull my fingers out of her. 

She reached down and grabbed my wrist and shoved my hand back up. "No. Hell, no. Not when I'm this close."

I fused my lips to hers once more, pressing our bodies close. I felt the damp skin of her breasts against my dress and she was dripping wet between her legs. I flicked my thumb over her clit; she moaned and dug her fingernails into my shoulder. Once more and she lost it.

Lia buried her face in my neck to stifle her cries. I could feel her teeth on my skin as she bit down. Her body shook and her inner muscles spasmed around my fingers. I slipped an arm around her to help her stay upright while I continued to massage her clit and draw out her orgasm. After another moment I stopped and stepped back, keeping my arm around her waist so she wouldn't fall.

She pushed her hair back and gave a throaty laugh. "You haven't lost your touch." 

"Thanks." 

Lia followed me into the ladies' room as we went to straighten ourselves out. We weren't as much of a mess as I feared, apart from Lia's dress. We were sweaty, out of breath, and our makeup was a little worse for wear. On the other hand, we probably looked like anyone who'd just spent some time on the dance floor.

I washed my hands and ran my fingers through my hair. My purse for the evening wouldn't accommodate a comb, so fingers were the best I had. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Lia pulled her dress back into place, covering the breasts I had so recently been feasting on.

She wet a paper towel and used it to remove the makeup smudges around her eyes. I hadn't worn any mascara or eyeliner but my blush and lipstick were gone or uneven, so I grabbed my own towel and wiped the rest off. With the lighting in this place, no one would notice anyway.

"Iris." Lia laid a hand on my arm. 

My skin tingled as I looked up and my brown eyes met her blue ones in the mirror. I wondered what she'd say. Would she be mad, despite the fact that she'd wanted me to do that? Would she blow the whole thing off as no big deal? 

Lia ran a hand down the front of my dress, pretending to smooth the fabric but in reality copping a feel. "Can we go back to your place after the party?"

I hesitated; this was not necessarily a good idea. Lia and I had chemistry to burn, but outside of the bedroom—or nightclub hallway—we didn't always work.

"Come on, baby." Her hand drifted down the front of my dress, below the skirt, and her fingers traced circles on my thigh. 

I closed my eyes for a moment and opened them after a deep breath. Lia was still there, her hand so close to my sex, which I knew was furiously wet after what we'd done. I wanted her to touch me.

"All right," I said.

x-x-x-x

A couple of hours later, our little group headed out the door. The club was still open, but we'd had it and a couple of people—Gina's sister, Annie, for one—had definitely had more than enough to drink. I stood outside, glad for the chance to breathe without bumping into someone as we said our goodbyes.

Gina came over while I stood on the sidewalk and took a deep breath of cool air. "I'm so glad you came, Iris. It feels like I haven't seen you in forever."

I smiled. "I know, and I'm sorry. There's a big story that's been taking all my time. I barely have time to eat or sleep."

"But you will be at the wedding, right?"

"Absolutely. And thank you again for not having a wedding party and making me wear some hideous dress." 

Gina laughed. "I swore after my cousin's wedding that I'd never do that to anyone else. No one should have to wear that shade of green outside of a hospital. Besides, we're having a small wedding and I want everyone to be comfortable."

"I wish more brides were like you."

"I do try." She pulled me in for a hug and looked concerned when she stepped back. "Are you okay? I saw you dancing with Lia and then after you guys looked pretty, um, close. I just don't want you to get hurt," she added. "I'm not butting in, you know that."

"I know." I patted her shoulder. "It's not like that. We're just going to hang out for a bit and catch up." And have sex hot enough to set fire to the mattress, but Gina didn't need to hear that. "Thanks for worrying, though, Mom."

Gina shook her head although she was smiling. "You just be careful, okay? I love Lia to death but it doesn't mean I'm blind to how she can be."

"She's just herself, that's all."

"All right. Take care, Iris." Gina gave me another hug. "Thanks again for coming. I better get a cab and get Annie home before she falls over."

I returned the hug and promised to be in touch more often, then turned to look for Lia. My heart sped up and my stomach churned a bit when I didn't see her and I scolded myself for it. I was a big girl; if Lia had changed her mind or stood me up, I'd manage just fine.

I spotted her a few feet down the sidewalk, chatting with Annie and another woman. I wanted to walk over and see if she was still coming to my place, but I didn't want to seem anxious or needy. Since I needed a cab whether she came with me or not, I turned around to scan the street for one. Within a minute a yellow taxi headed towards the crowd and slowed down. I stepped towards the curb and raised my hand to flag it down.

"Leaving without me?" Lia stood with one hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow.

"You were talking and I didn't want to interrupt." I opened the door and gestured her to go in first. "I needed the cab anyway."

Lia got in the back seat; I got a good view of her ass as her dress rode up. She didn't even try to hide it as she all but crawled over to the far side. When I got in, she gave me a look that confirmed it had been for my benefit.

I gave the driver my address and settled back in the seat, trying to calm down. Having Lia so close made that difficult and it got no easier when I felt her hand on my thigh. I whipped my head around but she just smiled at me as her hand traveled a little higher. I glanced at the cabbie but he was too busy yelling at his dispatcher. 

I bit my lip as the driver took a right turn and Lia took advantage to nudge her hand between my legs. Not being an exhibitionist but not wanting to stop her, I held my purse in my lap and kept my skirt from rising any more. Lia grinned as she kept running her fingers over my thigh, getting closer to my pussy all the time. 

I tried to smother a nervous laugh but wasn't successful and couldn't help but grin myself.

The cab pulled up outside my building just in time; any longer and we would have been candidates for an HBO late show. I paid and tipped the cabbie and went in the building. The elevator ride was torture, both because it was slow and because some guy from another floor got on, preventing Lia and me from doing anything. 

When we arrived at my floor I almost pushed the guy aside in my haste to get out. I managed to contain myself and only gave him a glare that he didn't even notice. Lia covered her mouth to hide a smile, knowing how annoyed I was. She reached over and took my hand and gave it a squeeze. 

I hurried to my apartment with Lia right behind me. Once inside, I turned around to shoot the deadbolt and found myself up against the door. Lia ran her hands over my arms, from shoulder to fingers and back again. I closed my eyes and laid my cheek against the cool metal.

"That was hot, in the club." Her voice was a sultry whisper in my ear. I gasped when her tongue flicked out to touch my ear lobe.

I felt her breath on the back of my neck. I was taller than she was, but Lia's high heels put her in the perfect position to graze her teeth over my shoulder and the nape of my neck. I shuddered.

"I'm glad you came to the party tonight," she said. "I was hoping to see you."

"I didn't know you were coming." I swallowed in a dry throat as her hands crept under my dress. 

"I didn't know I was either until you did that in the hallway." Lia sucked on the crook of my neck and my knees went weak. "Then I was extremely glad I showed up."

Her hands came around my waist and splayed over my stomach. I didn't know what I wanted her to do next; my whole body burned for her touch.

"I would have done this at the club, but we didn't really have time." Lia's hands went up and squeezed my breasts.

I groaned and leaned my head against the door as she kneaded my tits and teased my nipples. I sighed in disappointment when she withdrew her hands, then I heard the rasp of the zipper and my dress slithered down my body to puddle at my feet. A strapless dress meant I hadn't worn a bra, so I stood there in just my heels and underwear.

"You are gorgeous." Lia ran her tongue up my spine, making me cry out and turn around.

I took her face in my hands and captured her lips. My tongue plunged into her mouth. Lia growled in response and grabbed at my breasts again, pulling at my nipples this time before sliding one hand beneath the black panties I had on. 

I tore my lips from hers long enough to say, "Get your clothes off," then kissed her again.

Her response was to push two fingers into my pussy, angling her hand so that she rubbed my clit every time she thrust inside. I found the zipper on her dress and forced it down, then pushed her dress off. Like me, she'd gone braless. I realized she must have made another trip to the restroom after our tryst in the hallway, because her thong was gone. She was naked but for a gold necklace and her black heels.

"Satisfied?" she asked, nipping at my bottom lip.

"Not yet, but I think I will be." 

She gave a low laugh and pushed her fingers deeper inside. I sucked in a breath and walked her back to the sofa and tumbled her onto it. We lay there for a few moments, necking like teenagers in the backseat of a car. Lia pumped her fingers in and out of me and I met every thrust. My blood simmered as I felt everything build.

"Sit up." Lia withdrew her hand from my pussy and pushed at my shoulders.

Breathing hard, I rose off her and moved to sit while she slipped off the couch. She knelt in front of me and reached up to snag my panties. Her eyes met mine and never left as she pulled them down. I lifted my hips to help and then my feet, one at a time, as she slipped the lacy thing off. She spread my legs and got between them.

"Feel good?" she asked.

"God, yes."

"Want me to do this?" Lia ran her tongue through my pussy, parting the lips and flicking over my clit.

"Yes, do that."

She did it again, then set about both satisfying and torturing me in equal measure. While she licked and sucked at my clitoris, she shoved two fingers inside me and curled them slightly, looking for my G-spot. I didn't know if I had one or not but it felt so damn good. 

Lia knew how to get me close and take me back; she also knew that too much of that resulted in nothing for me. I hoped she remembered.

I tried to relax but she wouldn't let me. Her tongue slid over and in me and I groaned as my orgasm neared and retreated. Since her hands were busy I plucked at my nipples myself, pulling and twisting them while she rubbed her tongue over my clit.




Lessons Learned



"Lia. Please." I hated to beg, but suddenly I was afraid it might not happen. That would just piss me off.

"You never could wait, could you?"

Before I could reply, she put her lips around my clit and sucked hard. I bucked my hips, choking back a scream. She wouldn't let me go and I made myself breathe. At last the wave broke and I fell back on the couch, limp. 

Lia kissed her way up my body. I jumped when she gave each nipple a quick suck. We stayed tangled on the couch for a while, until I was almost asleep.

I shook her shoulder. "Hey, let's get up. I think I'd like a shower and the bed is a lot more comfortable than the couch." 

She gave me a curious look and I realized what I'd said. I'd just assumed she'd stay the night, yet I hadn't even asked. Maybe she couldn't. Maybe—and I didn't like this thought—she had someone to get back to. 

I cleared my throat. "I mean, if you want to stay. It's all right if you don't."

She chuckled. "You think I really want to go out and grab a cab at this hour?"

"I didn't know if you needed to get back to your place."

"Nothing there that can't wait until later." She waved her hand in a dismissal and sat up. "Look, Iris. Let's just get all this stuff on the table. I'm not seeing anyone. I wouldn't have hooked up with you in the club if I was."

I believed her. Whatever problems we'd had, cheating wasn't one of them. "I know, I just didn't want to assume anything."

"I'm also not saying I'm looking to get back together."

"Me either."

"Good. Let's grab that shower."

x-x-x-x

Thankfully the next day was Sunday, because I couldn't have functioned at work after the night before. I slept until close to eleven and might have slept later but for Lia's slipping her hand between my legs and making me come. Waking via orgasm wasn't a bad way to start the day.

It was hard to get into the swing of things after sleeping so late, despite the way I woke up. Breakfast wasn't worth mentioning, so we went straight to lunch. I never felt like I completely woke up and having Lia there kept me even more off kilter.

We sat at opposite ends of the couch, me with my third cup of coffee and Lia looking as relaxed and beautiful as ever in a shirt and sweatpants she borrowed from me.

"How's work been going?" she asked.

"Pretty good." I sipped at my coffee. "I'm on kind of a big story now. Well, big locally anyway. Lots of bribery and corruption going on. You know, the usual."

"Really? Wow." Lia looked surprised. "When will you write it up?"

"I've been writing it up as I go along. There's a lot of information to confirm so I'm not sure when they'll print it." 

I had a lot of things I needed to verify and double-check. I didn't like the number of anonymous sources I had so far, but few people were willing to go on record with names. I couldn't blame them. This was going to cost jobs and cause some seriously bad PR for the people involved. My boss had warned me to tell him about any threats I might get. There hadn't been any so far, but I wouldn't hesitate to follow his instructions.

"How about you?" I asked. "Still with that pharmaceutical firm?"

"Yep. They've moved me over into HR and that's kind of fun. I get to meet people, work with different departments." She grinned. "You know me. I get bored without some change."

I knew that. It had been no small factor in our breakup.

"That's great, I'm glad for you." And I was. For everything that had happened, I wasn't angry at her. Not anymore. How can you be mad at someone for just being who she is?

"Seeing anyone?" she asked.

"No. No time, really." I shrugged. "I guess I'm just not looking for anything right now."

She cocked her head. "Have you seen anyone since we broke up?"

That was Lia, always taking the direct approach.

"No."

"It's been a while now. You haven't met anyone that whole time?"

"No, I haven't."

She grinned and laughed. "Spoiled you for everyone else, have I?"

I rolled my eyes. "Hardly. I don't always have to be dating someone. Besides, like I said, I've been busy. Been meeting sources late, that sort of thing. Cuts into my time."

"Ooooh. Very Deep Throat."

"Not really. Just a lot of people who work high up and enjoy throwing their weight around by demanding meetings in the middle of the night. They like to think they're James Bond or something." 

"I guess it isn't?"

"No. It's pretty dull, really." I put my coffee down and stretched. "Kind of like police work. A lot of paperwork, a lot of phone calls, a lot of verifying facts."

"God, sounds like when I did my research paper in high school. I'd be bored stiff."

"I don't know, I like it. You know me." I shrugged again. "I like to get into things, figure out what's going on, dig into the background."

"Not me. That's all past stuff. That's boring."

I studied her. "Is that why you never talk about yours?"

Lia and I had gotten involved about a year ago and stayed that way for a few months. It had been hot and heavy at first, like it had been last night. We'd spent a whole lot more time talking about what we liked in bed than talking about ourselves. That had been all right for a while; novelty can last a pretty long time if you don't look at it too closely.

Once we moved past the novelty stage, where most people start learning about each other, the learning was only one way. Lia didn't want to talk much. I didn't press at first, but it was frustrating to be so intrigued by someone and not be able to solve the mystery, especially for me. 

I could find out where she'd gone to school and that her parents had divorced and remarried. That was all a matter of record. But what made Lia tick, what made her her, was another matter, and she hadn't been interested in helping me learn. It seemed she still wasn't.

Lia sighed. "Iris, don't start. We were having a good time."

"I'm not trying to start anything. I'm just asking a question."

"I'm leaving." Lia bounced off the couch. "This isn't why I'm here."

"Wait, Lia. Don't go." I got up and caught her arm. "I'm sorry. Please, stay." 

"All right. I mean it, though. I don't want to get into some big talk session. Let's just hang out and have fun, okay?" She gave me a heated look. "Like we used to."

"Like this?" I pulled her into a deep kiss and swept my hands over her body. 

"Yeah, like that." 

I slid my hands under the thin t-shirt she'd put on and squeezed her breasts. She moaned into my mouth and tangled her fingers in my hair. 

"Hey," I said between kisses. "Why don't we go to the bedroom? I have something new there." I knew she'd have a hard time resisting that. "Come on, Lia. Let's go."

"Something new? Why didn't you say so last night?"

We both laughed as we kissed and made our way to the bedroom. I pushed her down on the bed and reached down for the edge of her shirt so I could pull it over her head. I grinned as she leaned back, giving me a good look at her breasts. They had something of a teardrop shape to them and her hard, rosy nipples pointed up at me. 

"Not fair." She pretended to pout and then reached for my shirt. Once it was off, she gave a dramatic sigh. "Really, Iris? You felt the need to put on a bra?"

"You know I'm more comfortable with one." I was no Dolly Parton, but I had enough up front that going without a bra tended to be uncomfortable after a while.

"I don't know why you bothered, since you only wanted me to take it off." Lia reached around and undid the hooks; she was quite adept at that. "That's better." She started to flick her tongue over one of my nipples but I pushed her back.

"That's not why we're here."

I braced my arms on the bed and held myself over her. Her eyes were bright with anticipation as she waited for me to do something. Knowing she was likely expecting me to go after her tits, I sat back on my knees and hooked my fingers in the waistband of her pants. Her chest rose and fell faster as she watched me. 

I dragged the pants over her hips and down her thighs. She wasn't wearing underwear and I felt a sting of heat between my own legs. I wanted my tongue on her and in her, to make her beg me for more. Before I took the pants all the way off, I reached up and pushed my fingers inside her; she was already wet too.

I threw the pants on the floor and slid my hands along her legs, pushing them open as I got closer to her pussy. She opened them wider herself, waiting for me. I lay down, my eyes fixed on her glistening lips, savoring the thought of what I was going to do.

"Jesus, Iris, what are you waiting for?" Lia wiggled her hips, impatient. "You've seen it before."

I had to laugh. "It's been a while. Just enjoying the view."

"Iris, damn it!"

I laughed again and when Lia started to complain, I dove in. I ran my tongue over her folds, the slick skin covered with her juices. Whatever Lia had been about to say dissolved into a moan. 

I used my fingers to open her to me, thrusting my tongue inside and occasionally running it over her clit. Lia undulated under me. I glanced up and saw her playing with her tits. The sight sent a shot of excitement through me and I rubbed my legs together to try to take the edge off. I closed my eyes and concentrated on Lia, the way she felt, the way she smelled. 

She was so wet. I loved knowing I'd done that. I pushed two fingers inside her and curled them a little, searching for her G-spot. Whether I hit it or not, she liked what I did and let me know with a loud cry. I rubbed some more, adding my mouth over her clit. I wanted her to come and I wanted her to scream when she did.

"Fuck, Iris, that's so good." Lia gasped out the words and flung her arms to the sides, fisting the sheets. She was close now. "Don't stop. Don't stop."

I swirled my tongue over her clit and shoved her over that edge. She screamed, arching up under me as I kept up the movements of my mouth and fingers. At last, with a long sigh, she fell back to the bed. Feeling more than a little smug, I kissed my way back up her body.

"That was fantastic." Lia closed her eyes for a moment. "So what's this something new?"

"This." I stretched over her, reaching for my nightstand drawer. 

She took advantage and caught one of my nipples in her mouth. I had to pause for a moment and draw in a breath before I could move again. I reached into the drawer and searched by feel, then withdrew my object.

"Wow." Lia eyed the purple dildo and grinned. "That is new."

"Wanna try it out?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm ready." She drew her legs open and bent them at the knee. "Go."

I laid the purple cylinder between her breasts and hit the on switch. Lia purred while I dragged it against her skin and around her nipples. After a few moments, I drew it down over her abdomen and watched her tense and jump under the feel of it. I ran it in circles around her belly button before moving it between her legs and running it gently over her clit.

"Oh, yes." She closed her eyes and smiled. "That is nice."

Lia moved her hips and I matched her rhythm. Every so often I pushed the end into her an inch or so, then brought it back and teased her clit again. She gasped when I hit a certain spot, still sensitive from her previous orgasm. I bent my head and grazed my teeth over her nipple, making her hiss out a breath. 

"Iris, do it again. Make me come again."

"Yes, ma'am."

She bit her lip and spread her legs more, giving me more access. I took advantage and pressed the dildo in, turning it so that the vibrations would spread through her. I angled the dildo so that she'd feel it in her clit and the effect was instant. She jerked off the bed and shouted as she thrust her hips up. I kept the toy in place until she pushed my hand away and lay panting on the bed.

"God, that felt good. You ought to try it."

I took the toy out of her, slowly, unable to hide my amusement when she shivered as it left her body. "I have tried it. How do you think I knew you'd like it?"

"Then I think it's my turn." Lia rolled over and pushed at me until I was on my back. I went willingly.

While Lia wiped the dildo off, I slipped out of the yoga pants I'd put on earlier. I was as naked as she was and reveled in feeling her skin, damp with sweat, against mine. She wasted no time, finding all the spots on my body that she knew drove me crazy. 

She tweaked my nipples and bit down on the pulse point on my neck, making me shudder. For a moment there was nothing but us. I could smell the soap she'd used in the shower—my soap—on her skin, and her hair was soft. Her hands skimmed over my body, running over my hips and thighs before coming back to my tits. I thought I'd die if she didn't get between my legs.

I groaned and closed my eyes as I tried to give myself over to the sensations running through me. Lia moved down and flicked her tongue over one nipple before sucking hard on it. Impatient, I started to reach down between my legs, but Lia stopped me. 

"My turn, remember?" She turned her attention to my other nipple before I could say anything. She bit lightly with her teeth, then swirled her tongue around the tip. I groaned. 

I heard her switch on the vibrator, but instead of teasing me as I had her, she put it right against my clit. "Ahhhhh. Lia . . . ." The tremors from the toy shimmered through me and I could feel my orgasm begin to build. '

Lia pushed the dildo inside me, inch by inch. She must have known how hot I was, how much I wanted it, but she refused to rush. My muscles tensed and I felt the orgasm coiled low within me. I tried to relax and reach for it at the same time, frustrated at being so close and so far at the same time.

"Relax, Iris. You always try too damn hard." Lia's voice was soft and her breath hot against my skin.

I took a breath. Lia was right. I'd never get there at this rate. I forced myself to relax and concentrate on what Lia was doing to me. She continued to tease my nipples, biting and soothing in turn while she slid the shaft in and out of me. My muscles started to tense and I went with it this time, not trying to fight it or rush it.

She began to move the dildo so that it rubbed my clit more often and my body responded, hips moving of their own accord. The heat and the tension came to a head and I exploded, writhing under Lia's touch. When she let me come down from the peak, we both lay on the bed for a few moments, getting our breath back. 

After a while Lia pushed herself up. "I'm sorry, babe, but I have to go." She leaned down and kissed me, quick and friendly. "I did have fun, though. We should do this again."

"Yeah." I smiled and stretched. "We should."

x-x-x-x

"Are you sure you should do this again?" Gina asked me over lunch a couple of weeks later.

Lia and I had gotten together nearly every night during those two weeks and it was like it used to be. Fantastic sex at night, friendly acquaintances during the day. 

"Why not?" I took a bite of my burger. 

"I just thought you . . . I don't know." Gina shook her head, then pushed her brown hair back behind her ears. 

"I don't know either," I admitted. "I don't know what I want, or what she wants, but maybe we're just hooking up for a bit without the pressure."

"Iris, come on. Lia not knowing what she wants is the problem. We all know that. Truth is, I think that even if Lia decided on something, once she had it, she wouldn't want it anymore. She likes the chase; you don't mind the chase, but you like it when the chase ends."

"She might like that this time."

"Iris." Gina gave me a sympathetic smile and patted my hand. "You're in denial and you know it."

"I know. What can I say? I can't help it." Everyone had a vice, something they indulged in despite the lack of benefits. For me, that was Lia.

"I don't mean to be harsh, but maybe you should end it now?"

"I wish I could. I seriously do. Part of me hopes it works this time, but the rest of me knows that it's just going to blow up." I stared at my burger but my appetite was long gone.

"So why don't you stop it now, before it blows up?"

I gave her a wry smile. "Because it feels so good right now."

Gina sighed and shook her head. "Guess I'll just have to let you learn your lesson the hard way."

"Guess so."

I figured it would take a while to learn this particular lesson. It wasn't like I'd gotten it the first time around. I wouldn't be in my current situation if I had. I was a reasonably intelligent woman, but like a compass around a magnet, my center got all screwed up when Lia was around.

So it went for the next month. Lia and I got together, downed pizza or Thai food, sweated up the sheets, ran the batteries down on our little purple friend multiple times, set records for orgasm intensity, and then passed out jumbled together on the bed. Outside of the bedroom our conversations rarely got more in-depth than an analysis of the last episode of Game of Thrones.

When we did talk about other things, it often devolved into a fight because aside from sex, that was what we did best. Lia didn't want to talk about anything that smacked of deepening the relationship, and she would change the subject by initiating either sex or an argument.

I came home from work one night, exhausted. First thing in the morning, my editor had been on my ass to get the story done. I'd spent the day chasing sources around the city, both on phone and on foot, and had gotten through the day on lattes and chips. When I got to my apartment, all I wanted was not to move for the next week. 

Lia came bouncing in from the bedroom, dressed for a night out. "Hey! I was wondering when you'd get here!"

"Hi." I gave her a wan smile. "You look terrific in that dress."

"I thought so, too." She spun around to give me the full effect. The short skirt flared out and I got a glimpse of her ass. "Ready to go?"

"Go?" I propped up on my elbows. "Lia, I just got home and I'm beat."

"Oh, come on, Iris. It's Friday and you've been working all week." Lia dropped into a chair and pouted. "I don't want to stay in. I'm bored."

"Well, excuse the hell out of me for not entertaining you every minute."

"You do this all the time. You work and come home and sit or you want to talk."

"My God, I'm a total aberration. Imagine going to work and wanting to relax afterwards. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Oh, for Christ's sake, Iris. You can't go out once in a while? What, will it kill you? You act like an old woman and you're not even thirty."

"I'm an old woman because I don't want to go to a club every weekend?" I glared at her. "At least I know when to act my age."

"So now I'm immature?" she shot back.

"I'm not the only one who's coming up on thirty, but I'm not the one going to clubs like I'm still in college."

"I know what this is." Lia stood up and crossed her arms over her chest. "You're trying to keep me here with you."

I barked a laugh. "What an awful thing, to want my girlfriend to spend time with me. How terrible that after a sucky week at work, I might want my girlfriend to put my needs a little ahead of going to a fucking dance club."

"You're trying to make me as boring as you are!"

"If I'm so goddamned boring, why do you keep coming back to me?"

"Me, come back? I don't think so. I didn't corner you in the club hallway."

"Bullshit. You followed me down there and waited, and you weren't trying to get my drink order."

"I was horny and you were there."

That hurt and I retaliated. "You have a lot of sex in club hallways with whoever's there?"

"I'm not a slut, Iris, and you know it!"

"No, you're just a free spirit, right? No being tied down to anything, just sailing through life. You hook up with someone and drift apart and call it being free and open. Bullshit. You get bored and you get scared and you don't know how to be a grown-up."




Lessons Learned



"If being a grown-up means letting my work suck the fun right out of everything, then hell, yes, I don't want to be one."

"Don't worry, I don't think you could if you wanted to." I stood and faced her. "You're too much of a coward to be a grown-up."

She jabbed a finger at my chest. "Fuck you! I'm leaving. I am going to go to the club and drink and dance and have fun. You can sit here and play solitaire and watch Lifetime movies in your flannel pj's and bunny slippers."

The door slammed behind her and I stomped into the kitchen. Too tired to do much, I had a bowl of cereal and dumped the dishes in the sink. I changed into some sweatpants and a t-shirt and dropped back onto the couch. Our fight had left me frustrated. I regretted saying something to hurt her, but I was getting tired of the way she acted and that outweighed my regret.

With nothing else to do, I found something on TV and left it on, but I didn't pay it any attention. 

I was tired enough that I fell asleep on the couch despite both my anger and the television. The sudden absence of both jerked me awake and I sat up, trying to orient myself.

"Hey, sorry." Lia set her purse on a chair and lifted one foot to take off a shoe. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"'S okay." I rubbed my eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"What are you talking about?"

"The big fight we had before you left. You know, where you said I'm making you boring and you were leaving."

"Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry." She kicked off her other shoe and sat next to me. "I didn't mean it. I was just upset that you didn't feel like going with me. You know how I get. I just have a short fuse sometimes."

I made a non-committal sound and tried to steel myself. "That doesn't mean you can walk out of here like that and expect to come back, or expect me to like it."

"Iris, really, I'm sorry." She leaned in and kissed me. "I didn't mean any of that."

I couldn't help myself. "Any adventures in the corridors tonight?" I aimed to hurt her, but whether I did or not, she laughed it off.

"No, no corridors. But there were some rather attractive people on the dance floor." She grabbed my earlobe with her teeth and tugged before releasing it. "All that dancing, all those gorgeous bodies. It got me thinking." She nibbled on my neck. "Got me horny."

"Lia . . . ."

"Iris, come on. It's late and I said I'm sorry. Let's get into bed and I'll show you how much. I'll make it all up to you. We'll talk tomorrow."

With her hands and mouth and our purple friend, she most certainly did make some things up to me. The talk, as I expected, never happened.

It bothered me.

I wanted more of Lia and she wasn't willing to give. I didn't know why and it frustrated me. Why wouldn't she open up? I didn't want every detail of her life, I just wanted to know about her because, damn it all, I loved her. At least, I loved her as much as I could given the limitations she put on herself and us.

It made no sense and I was pissed at myself for it. I liked facts; I reserved judgment until I had as much information as I could get on anything. So why was I falling for Lia when I didn't know what I needed to know about her, such as whether she loved me? Or even could? Why did I hope for more when she had given me no indications she would give anything?

The worst part was I'd been here before. I knew if I pressed her she'd withdraw, and she'd do it by starting a fight. It was classic deflection or whatever, and I went along with it every time, in no small part because the make-up sex was incredible.

We went together to Gina's wedding. The ceremony was short, and it was good to see all of our friends again. As at the bachelorette party, I danced more out of duty than enjoyment, although I did let Lia drag me out to do the Electric Slide after I'd had couple of glasses of wine. Unlike the earlier party, I managed not to attack Lia in the corridor.

Gina and her husband were the most relaxed bride and groom I'd ever seen thanks to the simple plans. I saw no one stressing about clothes, shoes, food or centerpieces. The wedding was unaffected and casual, like they were, and I couldn't help but envy them. Not the wedding itself—I was more the elope-to-Vegas type—but I did envy them the commitment, the security of knowing someone would be there at the beginning and end of the day for them.

I walked over to the bar to drown my envy in a Jack and Coke.

"There you are." Lia came over and swiped my drink, which she tossed back without even looking. "Oh, ugh! That's disgusting!"

I laughed. "That's what you get for taking something without asking." She gave me a dirty look and I relented. "Sorry. What do you want?"

"A glass of white wine. And thanks." Lia wandered away.

I caught the bartender's attention and ordered Lia's wine and another Jack and Coke for me. I suspected it was heavier on the Coke than the Jack, but that was probably for the best. When they were ready, I added a few bucks to the tip jar before carrying the drinks over to our table. Lia joined me a few minutes later.

"This was a cool wedding," she said. "More like a party, like a celebration."

"Yeah. That's the way it should be. I mean, it's a beginning, isn't it? So they're celebrating the start of something new." I was thinking out loud. 

"Okay, you've had enough to drink, Iris. You're getting maudlin."

"No, I'm not." 

"Yes, you are. You're going to be thinking about commitment and all that shit for the rest of the day. Then you'll want to talk about it." Lia rolled her eyes. "I think I'd better have more wine."

I didn't say anything because she was right, and I knew this meant we were going to be over soon. Maybe even tonight. 

I didn't want anything so unusual; most people want someone to share their life with. My problem was that I wanted that person to be Lia, and that was about as likely to happen as me going straight.

Gina came over to thank us for coming and not long after, she and her husband were off on their honeymoon. Instead of a trip to a tropical island or France, they were going to take a road trip across the country and stop at all the goofy sites in different states they'd read about. I've heard you never know someone until you travel with them. I figured this would make or break the marriage, and either way, better to find out early. 

Lia laughed and gave me a small shove when I voiced the thought. "Good God, Iris, that's a horrible thing to say."

"I didn't say they wouldn't make it. If anyone will, they will."

"Come on, it's time to go. You really are getting maudlin."

The reception was pretty much over by then anyway and I was getting a headache, so going home sounded good. I was quiet while I drove and Lia fidgeted in the passenger seat. 

"Can we get the whole commitment discussion out of the way?" she asked.

"What discussion? I say something, you shut me down, and then it's over. That's not a discussion." I pulled into the parking space and turned off the car.

Lia was out and around on my side almost before I could open my door. "So it's my fault?"

I sighed as I stood. "That's not what I said, Lia."

"But it's what you meant."

"No. It isn't. I was just stating facts. Whenever I bring up commitment, or even just relationships, you panic. You change the subject, or find some excuse to start a fight, and then because I love you, I drop it."

We entered the building and stepped into the elevator. I was dying to have this over with and go to bed. 

"I didn't ask you to love me," Lia said as the elevator climbed. "Don't blame me for that."

"I don't. And maybe it isn't love." That ended the conversation until we got into the apartment.

Lia changed tactics and slipped her arms around my waist from behind. In her heels, she was able to run her tongue over my neck and shoulders. "Come on, Iris. Let's not fight. It's not worth it. Let's go to bed." She nipped at my earlobe. "That's always worth it."

I could have. I wanted to and it would have been so easy. Instead I turned around. "Then what, Lia?"

"What do you mean?" She ran her hands over my shoulders and gave me a soft kiss.

I closed my eyes and swallowed. This was hard. "I mean I love you but that doesn't mean I'll put up with being treated like a toy you can throw away and pick up any time you want."

She stepped back, surprised. "I don't do that."

"Lia, let's face it. We know we're good in bed. What do we have outside of that?"

With a sultry voice she said, "What else do we need?"

"I know what I need, but I don't know what you need."

"Right now, I need you to use those incredibly talented hands and tongue to fuck me to an orgasm." Her hands crept under the skirt of my dress. "Or I'll do you first, I don't mind."

"Lia, stop." This time I stepped back. "I know what I can do to you, and what you can do to me. I know how to touch you, that's not the question. The problem is I love you, or I want to, but I'm not sure how."

"You're serious, aren't you?" Lia put her hands on her hips. "Christ, Iris. What do you want me to say?"

"I have no idea." I went into the kitchen. I wanted a drink but settled for a glass of water.

"Look, you know that I'm not someone who wants to have a white fence and all that, right?" Lia leaned against the doorway.

"Right. And I never said I wanted that, either."

"So what's the problem? We have fun together, Iris, and we've established that the sex is outstanding. What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing. I just don't think it's what I want. Or not all I want."

"So what the hell do you want?" Lia threw her hands up.

You, I thought. Aloud I said, "Whatever it is, I don't think you want to give it to me. And that's okay. I don't think you could."

"Oh, for fuck's sake. Are we going to bed or am I going home?"

x-x-x-x

One night about ten months later, I got ready to go to Gina's baby shower. She was as ridiculously happy being pregnant as she had been at her wedding. 

Lia had gone home the night of Gina's wedding and I hadn't seen her since. I missed her, but I'd been through it before. I wasn't so much sad as resigned; it would have ended, it was just a matter of when.

My life had calmed down, in large part because Lia's drama was gone. I'd written my story and been nominated for a few awards and received a promotion and a raise. At a housewarming party for one of my coworkers, I met a woman and we clicked. We hadn't done anything about it yet, but there was potential.

I grabbed my present and headed over to the shower. Traffic was light, and I flipped on some music. Everything in my life was good, I thought. Work pressure was off, the relationship front had some possibilities, and I was going to enjoy an afternoon with good friends and good food. I was more relaxed than I could remember being in maybe a couple of years.

All the good stuff coincided with Lia's absence of my life. I loved Lia, I might always love her, but I was better off without her. The thought hurt, but I knew the pain would pass, and I could deal with that. I let out a long breath and felt the last of the weight fall off my shoulders. I even smiled and sang along with the music.

The shower was at a small restaurant owned by one of Gina's husband's friends. I'd been there once before and my mouth watered. They made the best desserts in town and I couldn't wait to have some.

I walked in and waved to Gina. After I set the present on the designated table, I turned and saw Lia.

She looked better than a body had a right to, but I'd learned my lesson.



Lessons Learned



"Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor." 

― Truman Capote

The first time that a girl drank my piss was when an old girlfriend agreed to it as an act of atonement. It was an amazing unplanned experience that seemed unbelievable even as it happened. When a second woman did it I was equally amazed, but a little less surprised. Not so much because of any antecedent experience, which I'd always considered the product of a unique circumstance, but rather new revelations about how willing some girls were. 

About twenty years ago I moved to Toronto and had an apartment just off Danforth. For those unfamiliar with Toronto, Danforth is a major street that runs east from downtown and goes through a traditionally Greek neighborhood. It's a great strip for all kinds of restaurants and pubs. 

I didn't know many people when I first arrived in the city and as much for something to do as for company I started calling a dating line that was a forerunner to internet dating sites. Successful calls commonly went in one of two directions. I would either end up meeting them for a drink or we would get each other off over the phone. Sometimes there would be both, but it was an exception to meet someone after already having phone sex. While I'm sure there were some who just liked to phone fuck, I think for others the idea of meeting a stranger that they've already gotten off with was probably just a little too daunting. 

Meeting off of the phone was always a bit of crap shoot too. Even with the self-descriptions provided they were still really just blind dates. I was only lied to about appearance once, but such stories seemed common. Still, no matter how honest a description, where looks are concerned so much is subjective, especially when it comes to faces. While there are people in this world who can be universally agreed as beautiful, for a great swath of humanity there's considerable room for personal tastes and other intangibles. The more women that I met from the line though, the more I began to find myself focused on those intangibles. Not that I discarded physical attraction, but a focus on certain objectives provided their own undeniable motivations. It was a mindset that really led to more success. 

Typically I tried to arrange meetings at a pub near my place. Laziness was a chief motivation and if things didn't work out at least my place was just around the corner. I think some of the women preferred meeting away from their neighborhoods too, just to make sure that they weren't risking the exposure of a local hangout to someone they couldn't get rid of. If no shows were an issue for me, the acquisition of a stalker seemed to be both a bigger and the more serious problem that women faced.

It was a woman from this line that I first spoke to about drinking my piss. She was one of the exceptional women who I'd gotten off with over the phone, in limitless detail, who was still also into meeting. Though I'd never spoken to her about piss ahead of our meeting there were plenty of other themes that we touched on including fucking her ass in the alley behind the bar. 

I was in my early thirties and she was a few years older than me. She was a petite 5' 3", blue eyed blond with over-sized facial features. This baseline description could be built upon to describe a vision of erotic beauty, but unfortunately I lacked that blueprint. Despite her clear willingness, maybe even an over willingness, I just wasn't attracted to her. 

Considering the content of our past conversations and the premise of our meeting, I unconvincingly told her at the end of date that I had a good time, but that I didn't feel comfortable sleeping with someone on the first date. Seriously, I can't believe how lame I am at making up plausible excuses. It really wasn't even on the spot either, because I was trying to come up with something pretty much since the moment that she arrived. 

She did take the letdown gracefully though, but when we went outside to hale her taxi, she said that before she left that she wanted a kiss. If that's what it took to end the date on a positive note, then I why not? 

When I bent down for a quick peck she stopped me though and said, "Not just a quick kiss, I want a good one." 

She wanted a little more privacy than crowded Danforth sidewalk and we if were going to have a big wet kiss then so did I. We walked around the corner just behind a store called the Lucky Spot and there we stopped to kiss.

While I've heard women fixate on the quality of kiss, it's not usually my focus or a big point of anticipation when I think of being with someone. I like kissing enough, but for me it's usually more of a happy precursor or gateway to the more hard-core carnal drugs of my imagination. This kiss was incredible though and attraction aside she had my cock filling with blood. I'm not sure if it was her sloppy mouth, the effort that she made or the culmination of things, but if there was a little more privacy or if I had a few more beers I would have put her up against the wall and fucked her right there. 

My brain was beginning to reconsidering my plans with her, but hard on aside, I had a feeling that she could have been a post coital hassle. She'd spoken so bitterly of past relationships that I couldn't help but see a theme of difficulty. While I certainly could see the fun in taking her home with me, I just couldn't help but feel that I would have been risking some unpredictable entanglements. I'm not always that sage or that cautious, so there really must have been reading some pretty obvious signs. 

As a bit of a distraction, I really needed to take a piss. As it turns out I also happen to like when a girl holds my cock for me while I piss. I told her that I needed to go and asked her if she would like to hold it while I piss. She happily agreed and went straight to taking my cock out. She fumbled and struggled a bit getting me out, but the whole process of having a girl fish out my cock is thoroughly enjoyable. It's a nice feeling to have someone hold my cock while I piss too. It's mildly stimulating in a certain way that's both soothing and erotic. 

The girls who've held my cock while I've pissed have always seemed so clinically absorbed in the curious process of managing a pissing cock that I haven't always been able to make a determination on their level of arousal. This girl however, was clearly enjoying it. As I pissed she slowly stroked my cock while lightly squeezing my balls with her other hand. Apart from my ex who actually sucked my cock while I pissed. I've never had a girl get her face so close to my streaming cock. When she wasn't studying my pissing cock she would stare up into my eyes. She looked like she was a horny slut happily milking my cum, except it just so happened to be piss instead. 

I asked her as I was finishing if she liked it?

She replied with a breathy "Yes!" and a squeeze of my shaft. 

I just had to put a couple of my fingers on the tip of my cock to wipe off the last dribbles and offer my fingers for a taste. She sucked and licked my fingers like an audition. Then she asked if she could give my cock a kiss before it was put it away? 

"Ok," I said, "but just a kiss."

Holding my cock toward her mouth, she ever so slightly parted her lips and kissed my piss moistened cock. If her earlier kiss was great this was better. Her mouth wasn't open enough to take in my cock, but just enough to maximize the touch of her lips over the surface glistening head. It was a slow series of about five or six soft and gentle kisses to my cock. Then holding my cock against her cheek she smiled and said thank you to me. 

With second thoughts I glanced around the ally, but it was just too busy and still too bright out to consider fucking her there. I don't mind fucking or playing in a place where there's a risk of being seen or getting caught, but this place was just too residential and high traffic. Before we would have finished there probably would have been a crowd of kids watching like Wild Kingdom had come to the neighborhood. 

I was really considering taking her home, but what I really wanted to do was jerk off in her mouth and then put her in a taxi. I just couldn't figure out how to make such a one-sided proposition on the spot. In lieu of unloading in her mouth I showed uncharacteristic resolve and put my cock away. We walked back to the street and I put her in a cab and walked home. I jerked off thinking about the alternate reality. I imagined looking her in her eyes and asking if she'd like to ride home with the taste of my cum in her mouth? 

She called me when she got home and we were both extremely horny. A little too late I asked if she would have liked to have sucked my cock in the ally and driven home with her tongue and throat coated with my sperm? 

I wasn't surprised to hear that she would have loved it. She also confessed to being turned on when I put my piss covered fingers into her mouth. 

"Would you have liked it if I had asked to piss in your mouth before your ride home too?" I asked.

"Oh yes, I would have done it, I wish you'd asked?" she said.

Sigh!

Over the next few times we talked, we made plans to meet at a park just down the road from me. I told her that every time I jerked off with her I would fill a section of an ice cube tray with my load. I told her I would then bring the trays with me and serve my spermsicles to her in a glass that I'd fill with piss. Kind of fucking weird I admit, but the thought of this lady cabbing across town, so she could drink my piss and a couple of weeks' worth of sperm had me dizzy with anticipation. 

Then one night on the phone with her, while in the process of producing another specialty ice cube, she asked me if I thought she was hot looking. I don't think I've ever lied to a girl when it came to compliments. Normally there's always something that impresses me and that I can easily offer up, but unfortunately I wasn't ready with anything for her. Not in exactly such words, but I did mentioning that her mouth had a certain cum and piss guzzling appeal and the petiteness of her ass would be feel so amazing stretched around my cock. She kept pressing though for some appreciative declaration of her looks, but I just wasn't prepared with anything that she needed to hear. It was like stumbling in the job interview process when it already seemed that the job was all yours. 

We were doing quite well when focusing on our plans, but beyond telling her about what a fun little ass fucking, cum and piss bucket that she was going to be, I missed a really key element of what she needed from me. 

As a guy I would have no problem if a woman were attracted to me only for how horny I made them feel, in fact I would think it was great. Clearly though, she didn't appreciate my attraction to her being so limited to her 'intangibles'. I lost her there and I couldn't get her back.

In consolation I came to understand then that there were girls out there who would be willingly drink my piss, I just needed to ask the right girl.



Lessons Learned



In the way of a warning: There is no category for 'bisexual' here, so I hope the tags help. Although this piece starts with a cross-dressing sissy/femdom scene, a lot of the later parts of the story is MMM, with the female character only turning up at the very end. It's not *forced* bi either.

*****

The woman next to him at the bar lit a cigarette, a long, thin, brown one, and inhaled deeply, luxuriating in the smoke. Everybody here seemed to be joyfully flouting the smoking ban, including the beautiful, golden-haired, pink-shirted boy behind the bar. 

He had arrived this afternoon, jet-lagged and tired and as instructed took a taxi to the Rembrandt Plein, the very center of the most picturesque old Amsterdam, and where so many of the bars and clubs flying the rainbow flag were concentrated. He found this place, called Mix Cafe, easily, on the long quay facing the Amstel, full of cheerfully drinking crowd despite it being a Tuesday and fairly early. 

There were people all around him, who by their sheer presence here, in this small, brightly lit and shamelessly kitschy bar overlooking the Amstel, with trashy Euro-pop pouring out of the speakers, declared if not their own sexuality then the fact that they were comfortable with men who fuck men, and women fuck women. He could probably score here, if he wished - there were men already here eyeing him, close to hitting on him - and he shivered involuntarily, imagining being taken straight to the bar's toilets, or maybe to its back room, his cock hardening in the silk panties at the very thought. 

Neil suspected that directing him to this relaxed Euro-trash place, as un-scary as they went, unlike many other gay bars and clubs that were dotted around the area, was a test for him. She had not forbidden sex of any kind, but he sensed that it wasn't really on the cards. 

He looked nervously at his watch. It was almost 8.30 and this was the time he was supposed to wait until. 

His phone pinged on the dot of 8.30. "Walk across the Amstel. You have a room booked in the Amsterdam House hotel. Your own name. More there." 

Neil got up from his chair and walked out of the bar. It wasn't a long walk to the bridge. The small hotel occupied one of the old town-houses along the river. The woman at the reception, a tall, curly-haired fifty-something, gave him a big smile as he checked in. Her English was excellent, as so many people's here. Just as he was to turn around and walk up the narrow staircase upstairs, she called out to him. 

'Mr Hanson? There is a letter for you also,' she handed him a white envelope. 'The lady who booked the room left it,' she added, with what seemed a mischievous smile. 

He climbed up to the second floor, resisting the urge to open the letter immediately, there and then. 

He didn't know what was in it - he didn't know what was going to happen the next day, the next hour, the next minute. For the moment, his life was completely out of his control. 

This submission, this relinquishing of control, larger - more real - then ever before - was incredibly exciting. His mind, free from taking responsibility, free from having to make choices, was left to wander, to luxuriate in the fantasies and shiver at the fear of what was to come. 

His body was both relaxed, floating, and at the same time taut, electrified, more alive than he felt for years, maybe ever: a blank canvas to be written upon, a pile of rubble to be raked through and rebuilt into a structure of her choosing. 

He opened the door to his room, a smallish, shabby but a comfortable one, with a double bed and old-fashioned furniture, including a round table and two armchairs. 

He placed his case in the wardrobe and sat down in one of the chairs. His hands trembled when he opened the envelope. Inside, a page of paper, covered in large, messy script in purple pen. He raised the page to his face. It smelled, faintly, of the scent he learned to associate with her gifts.

'Good evening, fucktoy, 

I hope you arrived safely (obviously you had if you are reading this), after an uneventful journey. 

I also hope you behaved yourself in the Mix Cafe. I am sure you did. 

Please strip, shower and shave now. 

Then put your underwear on. I trust the black silk knickers were already in use, as requested, and that you brought the other items with you. 

Put on the cami, the garters and of course the stockings. I am sure by now you know very well how. 

Lovely. 

I know from the photo you sent me that your butt is smoothly waxed and your nails are ready to get pretty too. You will have a visitor around 9pm. She will help you move on with these. 

I suppose you should wear a dressing gown during her visit. If you have not brought one, you will find one hanging on the bathroom door. 

More anon.'

He walked out of the shower with soft knees, his mind reeling with the expectation and anxiety. He had no idea who the mysterious visitor was supposed to be, and he certainly didn't bring a dressing gown. The prospect of facing anybody in the clothes she requested him to wear was terrifying - much more so than the waxing and manicure had been - after all, normal men did those things, even if it hinted uncomfortably at mockable metro-sexuality. 

This was different. 

He couldn't stop now, though. With shaking hands he pulled on the panties, his semi-erect cock encased in black silk with the palest pink ruffles. 

He unzipped his bag - mercifully unsearched by the customs or the security - and pulled out the red silk cami and the long, lace topped black fishnet stockings she had sent him. The garters were his own online purchase. 

He pulled the cami on, the sumptuous feel of the silk satin sending cascading shivers of excitement all over his body. He run his hands over his hips, extending fingers towards the back , where the edge of the chemise skirted his now cleanly waxed ass. It felt smooth, slick, strange and yet natural. 

The black silk panties she had sent him weeks ago, now carefully washed after he had luxuriated in their taste and scent so many times, were covering his ass and holding his semi-erect cock in a tight, 

electrifying bind. 

He sat in one of the chairs and slowly pulled on the stockings. His legs were unshaven, just as she said hers normally were. The stretchy fabric enveloped them comfortably. He fastened the garters quickly - it was easy now after so much practice and adjusted them so the fabric didn't bunch up. 

He got up and walked to the mirror fixed onto the side of the wardrobe. 

There was something utterly laughable, pathetic even about the view that confronted him: a cross-dressing guy in ill-fitting female underwear, his obvious cock straining against a thin fabric of silk woman's panties. He would keel over in shame if any of the people he knew in what she referred to as RL, the Real Life, could see him like that. 

And yet, however humiliating even the idea of it was, it felt utterly right. With every step he took, with every order fulfilled, with every corner she took him around, the walls surrounding his identity were crumbling further, breaking, falling apart to reveal something else, not entirely different from the Neil that lived in the RL, but a more complete version of him. 

It felt sexy, naughty, slutty, wanton, deliciously perverted. It felt dirty and yet incredibly good, so much that his whole skin was wired up, burning, glowing hot with raw desire. 

He turned away from the mirror and checked the bathroom for the dressing gown. It was a dark, iridescent purple, heavy silk garment of not-quite specified gender. He could imagine it on a sophisticated Viennese or Parisian woman of a certain age, or on a middle-age sleazy playboy type. He put it on, grateful for the coverage of most of his body, and tied the belt tightly around his waist, placing folds of the material so they concealed his burgeoning erection. 

The knock on the door startled him, and it was a few seconds before he felt capable of saying 'Enter,' in a shaky voice. 

The woman - or a girl rather - that came in was nothing like what he expected. A short, skinny, bouncy twenty-something with a wide smile of a wide mouth and Pippi-Langstrumpf red pigtails, she was carrying a large case which she placed on the table and then looked at him expectantly. 

'Hi,' he stammered, because there was little more he could say. 

She smiled. 'I'm Ana,' she said. 'Don't worry. Madame told me everything I need to know,' her accent was hard to place - not Dutch, and not a native speaker's one, possibly Middle European or 

Scandinavian. That the 'Madame' came out naturally from her mouth, without mockery or a smirk, suggested maybe French, but the look didn't quite fit. Or maybe it was just the pigtails. 

She directed him to the desk chair, and threw a hairdresser-type wrap over his shoulders. 

'Stay still while I make you pretty,' she giggled. 

He inhaled deeply, his body tensing, his cock twitching under the dressing gown. 

'It will be a little like TV make up... only a bit more of it,' she explained while she worked on his face. '...but not as much as for the stage,' she continued. 

She started with his eyes. He could feel lines drawn, presumably in Kohl, around them, then eye shadow applied, mascara on his lashes and some unclear manipulation on his eyebrows. 

'Very nice. Very new-wave,' she mumbled admiring her own work before she moved to his cheeks, just lightly touched, and then his lips. She took more time here, starting with a pencil, or a brush that outlined his mouth with something. 

'This is so it doesn't feather,' she explained, though he didn't quite understand what she meant. 

'Now the lip-liner,' she continued, the sharper but still creamy sensation around his lips. 

'And now, I believe we need to use Urban Decay, Revolution. I had specific instructions,' the girl said, in the same slightly giggly tone. 

Neil shivered. She had sent him the Urban Decay lipstick. He played with it a little, tried to carefully outline his mouth to make it vivid, pliant, pouting, but it never worked quite right. And of course he never wore it in public. 

'And a touch of lip venom to finish,' Ana said, dabbing something fragrant and slightly stinging on his lips before stepping back and looking at her work. 

She took a mirror out of her bag and placed it in front of his face. The transformation was startling. He looked... he looked good, actually. He still looked like a man in drag, but he also looked edgy, 

glamorous, and yes, attractive. His eyes were outlined in dark, thick Kohl, the shimmery eye-shadow and over-the-top mascara adding to the effect. His face was just lightly powdered, much more like camera make-up than anything else. And his mouth was wonderful, with luscious red lips that opened slightly, puffed up with the ''lip venom''. 

It was a mouth he wanted to fuck, these were lips he wanted to cover with cum exploding from his now fully erect cock. He groaned, then laughed to hide his arousal and embarrassment. 

'Hands now,' the make up girl said, placing a little cushion on the table and pulling out a bottle of dark-red nail polish. 

'Dior's Rouge Noir, as per the orders,' explained Ana as she gave each of his nails, manicured only a week ago in a session of gut-wrenching embarrassment despite a matter-of-fact attitude of the aesthetician who did it - a quick file to then proceed to cover them with layers or dark red, almost purple varnish. She did the other hand and then warned him to wait for at least ten minutes to let the varnish dry. 

While he sat with his hands extended, she pulled a cloth bag out of her case and from it shook out a wig, a glorious mane of dark brown, honey-highlighted hair which looked incredibly natural. 'Real,' she confirmed briefly and having placed it on his head, adjusted carefully. 

The mirror went up again, with a quick 'Ta-da!' from Ana and Neil gasped. 

Now it was hardly possible to say whether he was a man or a woman. The jaw, the Adam's apple, the whole outline of his features were male, but the heavy, dark make up of his eyes and the convincingly feminine lips turned him into a creature of undetermined sex, neither a male or a female, maybe something in between, maybe both, a person simply, a being of potential to be either. 

'Thank you,' he stammered in response. 

She packed her kit back into the case and left, with a little cheerful wave, leaving another envelope on the table next to his freshly varnished nails. 

'Thank you,' he repeated. 

He waited until the varnish dried, and then cautiously picked the envelope. 

"I think you will find that despite her youthful looks and bouncy demeanor, Ana is an excellent make-up artist. 

I was quite specific in my instructions. No "sissy prettiness", that would be too easy, too silly, too tawdry. To fucking American, and we are not in Kansas any more. No closet-queen (though you should, of course, wear the scent, as usual). Just you, or is it her? - emerging. 

Take the dressing gown off now, Toy. Open the table drawer now, and use what you find there. 

Sit in the chair and wait. Don't move unless instructed. 

It won't be long."

The drawer contained a wide, velvety scarf and he put it on with trembling hands. 

It wasn't long indeed. 

The door opened, without knocking. Somebody came into the room, maybe more than one person. He strained his hearing, trying to assess what was happening from the sounds that surrounded him, but it wasn't clear. Whoever it was, was moving quietly. 

He heard the door lock turn and then felt steps moving towards him. Somebody stopped just in front of him. He felt he was looked at, assessed, ogled. He felt burning embarrassment, remembering his shameful attire and his cock, almost fully erect and already leaking small drops of pre-cum, staining the silk of the panties he was wearing. 

He felt a hand, running along his chest, a finger tracing the line of his sternum, then a nail edge circling each of his nipples. His body tensed up under this touch, electrified. His cock filled up, painfully. 

He felt a nail, tracing the curve of his mouth, but at a distance safe enough not to smear the lipstick. He moaned, a soft, involuntary sound escaping his mouth as it fell slightly open. 

'Beautiful,' whispered a female voice. It was hard to try to determine her accent, he expected her to be British but now he wasn't sure what the accent was, some kind of Euro-mixture was all he could detect. 

Then he smelled her, the combination of scents that her notes and gifts were always redolent of. He could detect the one he was wearing himself, the one she had sent him in one of her packages, the ''Delicious Closet Queen'', oh so appropriate, he always thought. Underneath this was the other one - the scary one that she delighted in but he didn't quite dare to wear in public, instantly recognizable for its striking, metallic accords of blood and milk, almost sickeningly gagging and yet narcotically compelling. 

She smelled like sex incarnate. 

Neil couldn't believe that he was so tantalizingly close to her, at last. He could reach with his hand and touch her. He could pull off the blindfold and see her. He wanted her so much that it felt like his cock was going to explode without being touched, as if he was a nervous schoolboy faced with his first willing body. 

He didn't move, though. 

Presently, a rustle of fabric was audible and a sound of something dropping on the floor. Then, hands on his knees: strong, decisive hands which could be small male ones or large female ones; touching, squeezing, then pushing them apart. His cock was rampant and he was desperate to free it from the confines of the panties now, but he sensed that this would only happen if he was allowed to. 

She was now between his knees, he guessed she was kneeling as he could feel shoulders and arms touching his legs. Her hands traveled up his stockinged legs, slowly, maddeningly. 

'What a dirty, dirty whore you are, fuckboy,' she murmured. His cock twitched, more pre-cum leaking and staining the black silk. 

He could feel her breath on his thighs, then on his pulsing erection, her hands above the stocking edges, then sliding down towards his groin. Fingers brushed his balls lightly. He was panting now, burning, unable to even believe that the level of arousal he was experiencing could be withstood without a release. 

She pushed his legs wider, then up onto the armrests of the chair. He was spread out, like a whore indeed, exposing herself to a client, but one that does the work as much for money as to satisfy her own ravenous desires. 

His butt was sliding down, but this was soon remedied by a small cushion being pushed under his ass. 

'I could cuff you, pet. But there is no need for this, is there? You won't move unless you are told to, will you?' she said. 

He shook his head in silent confirmation. 

'And I could use one of those, oh, cock-cages on you,' she continued reflexively, with a note of distaste in her voice. 'But there is no need for that either. You will cum when I let you, and no sooner,' she stated rather than asked. 

He nodded again, not trusting his voice to come out articulate. 

Her hands moved closer to his cock again, but didn't touch it. They moved down his groin, around the base of his penis and past his balls, to slide under the material of the panties he was wearing. Her fingers were now probing his ass, slowly, gently, unbearably. His cock was throbbing so intensely that the pre-cum leaking out became a thin, continuous trickle of semen, as if he had already started to climax but without actually exploding. 

The longing for orgasm turned into pleasure of its own. He remembered her saying once that it was like that for women, sometimes: the frustrated need for a major release becoming so intense that it turns into a series of continuous micro-orgasms. 

For the umpteenth time he wondered, as much as his mind, floating in the fuzzily opalescent space of submissive arousal, was capable of wondering, what it was really like to be a woman, with a wet pussy and delicious curves, with her own fetishes and desires, with her own way of experiencing pleasure. 

He felt just then, being so prettily dressed and made up, and so intimately and yet gently touched, and so tantalizingly near to her, that he was closer to this knowledge than ever before. He wasn't just near her, he was becoming her, or somebody very much like her. 

He felt one of the hands withdraw, although the other was still caressing his smooth ass, and then there were fingers between his lips, slippery, sticky, salty, and spicy, and delicious. He recognized her taste and smell, he knew it from the lingerie drenched in her pleasure that she had sent him, but the fresh moisture on her fingers, in his mouth, was infinitely more enthralling. He moaned in response and greedily sucked on the fingers. 

She withdrew them slowly. There was a gap then, a movement and sound indicating that she was maybe putting gloves on, a click of a cap of a bottle - lube maybe - and then the hand returned to his groin. It felt rougher, cooler, and he realized her fingers were clad in leather and indeed lubed up; slipped into his ass easily, and she was now finger-fucking him with slow strokes. 

'Do you like it, Toy? Does it feel good to be fingered like that? I love it myself, those deep-probing, skillful fingers inside my ass... your ass, inside my pussy... your pussy,' she whispered in a low, hoarse, deep-breathing voice. 

'Are you hard for me, pretty thing? Are you hot and dripping wet? Can you feel your g-spot about to explode?'

Th fingers went deeper, stretching him, penetrating, curving up, making him almost black out with arousal and pleasure. 





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'Ooooh. Fuck. Ooooh. Yes. Please. Yes. God, yeees,' he groaned. 

'Cum then. Cum now, for me,' she whispered and at the sound of the first 'cum' he exploded, his prostate and cock throbbing, his balls boiling over, his ass and buttocks and thighs contracting uncontrollably, his cock spilling his seed into the silk satin of the lingerie as waves of pleasure crashed through his body, taking him higher and further and deeper into the sensual oblivion that he had ever been before. 

Presently, her hands moved away and he could feel her getting up between his - her? - knees and stepping back. Despite the post-orgasmic dip he still retained a degree of that exhilarating feeling from earlier on, the memory of her touch and her words searingly hot on his skin and in his mind. 

'Don't move and leave the blindfold on. I am going now for a while, but I am sure you will enjoy being played with by some friends of mine, the depraved fuck-toy that you are,' she said, bringing shiver of fear mixed with longing to his exposed body. 

He didn't move. The damp patch on his underwear was going cold. The door lock clicked, the door shut briefly. He could hear the murmur of voices, laughter and conversation. The door opened again. Somebody - possibly more than one person - walked in, the door shut, the lock clicked. 

His body was tensely taut. He knew he could move any time he wanted. He knew he could take the blindfold off. He was not tied or cuffed or bound in any way. And yet, he also knew that he would stay still, exactly as she told him to. There was no question about it. Maybe hypnotized people were like that, but he didn't feel hypnotized, unless that floaty feeling of being suspended in warm amber was actually a trance. 

He waited. 

It wasn't long.

***

Somebody approached him, a couple of long steps, pulled the blindfold off his face. He squirmed in the chair, wanting to adjust his exposed position, but the memory of the command he received stopped him, even though she wasn't in the room any more 

The light, although dimmed, hurt his eyes and he squinted at the figure in front of him. 

It was a man, slim, tall and muscular, wearing black jeans and a black t-shirt. He was of that indeterminate age which can be anything from mid-thirties to early fifties. He had sharp features, handsome but just a little to sharp to be genuinely film-star gorgeous, dark hair, cut in a youthful spiky crop and the most incredibly violet eyes Neil had ever seen in a man or a woman. 

The man stood in front of him, gazing dispassionately at his exposed body, his eyes pausing briefly at Neil's wide-spread thighs and the silk panties stained with cum. A slight smile, a smirk really more than anything else, appeared on his lips. 

Standing a few feet behind the man was another person, Neil wasn't at first sure whether it was a man or a girl, but when his eyes adjusted to the brightness he realized it was a young guy, tall and slim, with a long mane of pale blond hair and a face that could be only described as stunningly beautiful, with full, dark lips and huge, green eyes shaded with long lashes. His facial features were just about male enough to enable people to identify his gender, but had he worn any make-up or feminine clothes, he could have easily passed for a girl, and a supremely attractive one at that. As it was, he was wearing skinny, low-rise jeans and a short leather jacket on bare skin, showing a toned, slender and smooth expanse of chest. 

The older guy reached to his pocket and passed him a sheet of folded paper. It was another of her notes: 

"It was lovely, wasn't it, Toy? 

Perhaps it's enough of lovely for a while. Time for some harder truths, Toy.

But I am sure you will have fun as long as you behave, 

If it's more than you can handle, just walk out. It's that simple. 

Do treat Ewan as a direct line to me. 

Be more careful, he sometimes ramps things up a little. 

I will see you, eventually."

Neil suddenly felt exposed, scared and not a little stupid. Here he was, in a decidedly compromised position, in a hotel room arranged by a woman he, in reality, knew nothing about, in a city he didn't know, in a company of two men that he had never met or communicated with before. 

As if to confirm his fears, the dark-haired guy - Neil assumed it must be Ewan - pointed towards the ceiling. For the first time since he arrived in the room, Neil noticed that there was an eye of a camera, either recording or transmitting the image, blinking slowly there. 

'So here we are. Madame's toy, I presume,' Ewan said. He had a sharp Brit accent, hard to identify, almost an RP but with a Scottish tone to it. Perhaps it was a hint of Glasgow, but perhaps it was just a suggestion inherent in the name. 

'Oh, for god's sake, put your bloody legs together, ya daft cunt' he continued impatiently the Scottishness exaggerated now. 'You don't have to stay frozen for the rest of your pathetic life.' 

Neil obeyed with not inconsiderable relief, crossing his legs and crossing his arms on his chest too. 

Ewan kept looking at him scanning his face and his body, contemplatively, carefully and with what appeared to be a dispassionate distaste. 

'You'd like to think yourself - pretty,' he said, the accent getting more cut-glass and the final "pretty" coming out with a noticeable sneer. It felt like a slap. 

Ewan reached towards him again, pulling the wig off in a sharp movement, then getting hold of Neil's chin in his hand, turning it left and right as if to get a better look at a child, an object or an animal. 

'But you might not be quite... up to standard, sweetie pie,' he continued, the sneer still there. 

'Doesn't matter though. You don't need to be fucking pretty to get some cock in that whore mouth of yours. Most blokes will fuck whatever moves, and some things that don't, in the right circumstances. You should know that, anyway, no?'

Neil flinched, again. It didn't seem right. Suddenly, he didn't want this to be happening. He didn't like the veiled references to what he considered his real-real-life. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to get up and leave, his body tense from a combination of fear, embarrassment, discomfort and an underlying, surprising, shocking and shameful low-level arousal. 

Ewan let go of Neil's chin, stepped away, pulled another chair towards the window, place himself in it, open its and proceeded to light a substantial joint. 

The young, long-haired guy was still standing by the door, leaning back in a studied pose, hands flat on the wall, one foot resting against it too. He had a moody, brooding look of a spoiled child, tinted with a streak of what could be described as depravity for those moralistically inclined and a charisma that only the very beautiful could successfully pull off. 

'So, you think you are evolution's gift to womankind, don't you? As long as THEY are pretty, of course?' 

'What would they think, seeing you now, creaming girl's panties at the thought of getting to suck cock? Would you be up to standard?' 

Ewan repeated the same phrase, heavily stressing it, spitting it out with a vicious smirk. It sounded familiar to Neil, as something he might have said himself at some point. He realized he had done, but he felt his words were being twisted, out of context. He tried to explain. 

'No... it wasn't like that... please, I didn't really mean it in that way...'

'Shut the fuck up,' snapped Ewan.

Neil had not expected any of this and yet all the words he was hearing rang true. The sheer presence of this confident man, combined with the stunningly beautiful apparition by the door, made him shiver in a combination of repulsion and excitement. 

'Ivo there,' Ewan gestured towards the long-haired boy, 'used to suck cock for living, before the modeling scouts found him. He probably made more that way anyway, though it can get a little dodgy. But he still likes to slum it on occasion so when an dear old friend told him there was a little cock-whore that needed a lesson taught, he jumped at the idea,' he continued. 

Neil looked quickly at Ivo. The ''modeling'' part explained the brooding pose, the "suck cock for living" the older-than-his-years, cynical look. Evidently in response to Ewan's statement, he laughed, a strange, high pitched sound. 

'Do you fancy Ivo, bitch?' asked Ewan. 

Neil looked again at the subject of the query. He had fantasized countless times about having sex with men, but never even made out with another guy before - never spoke of that desire to anybody but her, and not even her face to face - and oddly, he couldn't easily think of any particular man he fancied. Asked so casually, he balked 

'Ah, of course you do. Everybody does. He, well, he IS pretty, isn't he? Women can't wait to drop their knickers and men get raging hard-ons thinking of his sweet ass, not caring if he's a boy or a girl,' Ewan said. 

Neil trembled and looked at Ivo again. He flicked his hair back and was now looking directly at Neil from under the long lashes, his mouth half ajar, the tip of his tongue visible between the full, red lips. The bare chest was hairless and the drape of the jacket gave an illusion of a possibility of a breast where in fact was none. 

Neil felt his cock stir at the mere thought of touching, kissing, caressing, fucking and being fucked by that beautiful creature. 

Ewan waved a hand casually towards Ivo, beckoning him towards himself. The boy walked across the room, there was only space for a few strides, but even in those the exaggerated sway of the hips was noticeable. 

'Show him,' he directed and on that command, Ivo slipped his jacket off, exposing a completely hairless, toned but very slender upper body. 

Presently, he dropped on his knees in front of Ewan's chair and reached towards the belt of his jeans. 

Neil gasped and adjusted in his chair, making sure he got a good view. As if aware of that need, Ivo moved slightly sideways, so Neil could see Ewan's cock, almost completely erect, that Ivo was extracting from the black jeans. 

Ivo leaned down and started licking it from the base up, a long,pink, prehensile tongue with a pointed tip extending from those red, full, pouting lips. 

Ewan groaned under the caress and when his cock-head disappeared inside Ivo's mouth, placed his hands on the young man's head, his fingers tangling in the long, golden hair. 

Neil squirmed, his own cock filling up, a shiver of desire passing through his whole body. He wasn't sure where he wanted to be more. It would be heaven to have his own cock licked and sucked by this beautiful, girl-like youth, who clearly knew very well what he was doing and appeared to enjoy it too, little gasps and moans of pleasure escaping his slurping mouth. But he was also admitting to a deeper-buried desire that was now clearly surfacing, a desire to wrap his own pretty lips - he couldn't help but think of them like that, despite Ewan's taunts - around it, to feel it in his mouth, to lick and suck, to be a source of pleasure. 

As is aware of his thoughts and feelings, Ewan looked at Neil, his gaze stopping on his growing erection, and beckoned to him with a lift of his chin. 

'C'mon, cock-slut, what are you waiting for?' he called out. 

Neil slid out of his chair and kneeled by Ewan's, on the opposite side from Ivo. He wasn't quite sure what to do, especially as the blond guy was sucking greedily, the whole of Ewan's cock disappearing in his mouth. Presently though he let go and Neil was now staring down at a hard cock. It was a large, longish one, and uncut, like, he had to remind himself, most Europeans had, with a purple-red head and a veined shaft. He got hold of it tentatively with his hand - it felt warm and throbbing in it - and lowered his head towards its tip. 

His lips touched it and for a moment it felt both strange and familiar, less like a shockingly new experience and more like something he fantasized about so many times that it verged on non-novelty, especially the shape, known from dildos and vibrators. He opened his mouth and sucked the cock-head a little, running it inside his moist lips. It didn't taste of much - Ivo's fellatio must have got rid of any residue of a body smell or taste - but it felt wonderful. The skin was taut and yet not entirely smooth but a little velvety. The touch of that on the inside surface of his lips and on his tongue was exhilarating, almost unbearably exciting. 

He licked around the wider part of the glans, his tongue running in the grove between the helmet and the shaft. He could detect a faint hint of male taste there, even more arousing, and he lapped with more energy. Ewan's hips bucked a little and Neil could feel hands in his hair, pushing his head down, directing it lower. 

He loved it: he remembered doing it himself when women went down on him and being on the receiving end of it was incredibly hot. 

He took Ewan's cock deep into his mouth now, almost gagging on it as it slid towards his throat. This wasn't as sensually pleasurable, but his own dick responded with searing spasms to the sensation of having his mouth full of - of being filled by - a living, throbbing cock which now started to leak pre-cum Neil could taste on his tongue, his first ever actual taste of another man's cum, unless you counted that one pair of sexed-out panties she had sent him months ago, where juices of her own pleasure had mixed with others. 

He raised his eyes up, his mouth full of cock, his lips stretched around it, to meet Ivo's gaze. The beautiful youth was smiling at him, the tip of the tongue extending out for a quick lick of his pliant mouth. He reached to Ewan's cock with his left hand, his fingers locking with Neil's fingers around the pulsating hardness. 

At the same time Ivo grabbed Neil's other hand and guided it down his smooth chest and below the belt of his low-slung jeans. Her was rock-hard, a surprisingly large erection stretching the tight fabric. 

Neil let Ewan's cock slide out of his mouth, then, not letting go of the eye contact with Ivo, licked up along the shaft, from the base where the short-trimmed hair brushed against his face all the way to the quivering tip. It felt unbelievably dirty, and achingly, agonizingly hot to be doing this; going down on a guy - and touching a hard cock of another at the same time - one so beautiful that his sex seemed almost immaterial, and yet it was clearly there, hard and hot against his own trembling hand. Neil's own cock was now fully erect, straining once more against the silk of the panties he was wearing. 

Ivo smiled and leaned down towards Ewan's erection and Neil's face. He licked up all the way from the base just as Neil licked up on his side and their tongues, and lips, met briefly at the top. 

Neil could feel Ivo's tongue extending towards his and, despite all that he had been doing, this made him flinch a little. He never thought of kissing a guy, doing it for real still seemed like crossing another taboo line, in some hard to explain way a more significant one that even fellating a guy was. 

But in the state induced by the intense feeling of slutty horniness he didn't care any more - he imagined her watching them now, somewhere behind the wall, eyes on a laptop screen transmitting the video from the camera - and instead of pulling away, he opened his mouth to welcome Ivo's tongue, and in an instant they were kissing over the throbbing erection, the tongues, lips, the saliva and pre-cum mixing in a breathless embrace. 

Ivo broke the kiss as Ewan started to somewhat impatiently slide his cock back in between their lips, and pushed Neil's head back down onto it. 

'Learning fast,' he laughed in that girly voice, the first thing Neil heard him actually say as he sucked the throbbing flesh deep into his mouth. 

Both of Ivo's hands were on Neil's hips now and as his own mouth was getting busier on Ewan's cock, he was barely aware that the panties he was wearing were being pulled down. As he licked around Ewan's smoothly shaven balls and bit gently on the thick base of his cock, he could feel that his own achingly hard member was mouthed and licked. He groaned and bucked his hips, unsure how long he would manage to last before the lust bubbling in his balls would explode in an orgasm. 

Possibly aware of that, Ivo stopped sucking and got up, stepped towards the bed and lied down on it, his knees bent, his zip open and revealing a thick, fully engorged cock which he proceeded to stroke and squeeze slowly. 

Neil felt Ewan's dick reacting to the view as much as to his own caresses, getting hotter and bigger, twitching under his tongue and lips and he realized that the other guy was getting near to shooting his load. 

He licked and sucked with renewed vigor, deeply aware now of his desire to make this throbbing piece of meat explode in his mouth, to make it cum and cum and cum, to taste it, and lick it and clean every last drop up. 

As if able to feel the power of Neil's desire, Ewan groaned and started thrusting, pulling Neil's hair and holding his head in place as he fucked his face. Neil was gagging now, feeling completely overpowered and controlled, used as nothing more than a hole to fill. Ewan moaned and with a last thrust shot streams of thick, salty, astringent cum in his mouth. 

Neil swallowed some of it and let the rest dribble onto his chin and chest, looking up from Ewan's softening cock in a daze. He was so aroused himself that he couldn't think straight; it felt like he couldn't think at all, the whole of his being focused on the immense, burning need, radiating from his own cock, so hard it hurt but manifested in the sudden hunger for more cock, more cum. The arousal made him admit it, made him free to realize what he really wanted. 

Ewan lifted himself up higher in his chair and looked down at Neil. 

'You have a natural talent...' he said, laughing. He reached to Neil's hair and pulled him up to standing position. 

'And you want more, don't you? More cock? You want your face covered in cum, don't you? The voracious little whore that you are?'

Neil nodded, unable to articulate but unable to deny, his head spinning, his whole body on fire, his mind coming apart. 

Ewan pushed him towards the bed where Ivo was lying down, now completely naked, his long, lean, hairless, pale body stretched, slowly, almost leisurely wanking his own rampant dick. Neil crawled towards him on all fours and buried his face in the boy's smooth, shaven crotch. His cock felt and tasted slightly different to Ewan's, less musky, less veined, smoother, but if possible even more exciting. Neil licked and mouthed the balls, tentatively moved to the soft spot just behind them, pressing there with his tongue, then licked down towards Ivo's ass. 

'Oh, yes, you dirty bitch, lick his ass, just like that,' encouraged Ewan from behind Neil, his voice lower, huskier, as if with renewed lust. 

Ivo rolled partially onto his side, his legs wide open, and Neil could now easily access his tight, smooth hole. He was now stroking Ivo's cock and balls while running his tongue around the edge of the ass-hole, then slid it in, not quite believing he was actually doing that and yet aware how much he wanted it. 

He licked up to Ivo's balls and then returned up along the whole length of his member, swallowing the whole length of it up, opening his mouth and throat to it, getting face fucked again.

As he leaned down on his knees to lick around Ivo's thick, hot cock-head, Neil felt Ewan's hands on his butt, pulling down the silk panties he was wearing. Strong fingers pushed his legs apart and at the same time as he was tasting the first dribble of Ivo's pre-cum he felt an electrifying sensation of a tongue running down his spine, all the way from just below the shoulder blades to the small of 




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his back. 

His cock was ragingly hard, and desperate to be touched, stroked, milked, but as his own hands and mouth were occupied with Ivo's hot flesh, Neil could do nothing but moan and rock his hips in a desperate plea for release. 

He suddenly felt a tongue rimming his ass, hot breath on his balls, then a flexible tip sliding in, his ass was being tongue-fucked as he sucked Ivo's cock and the combination of the two sensations was almost to much to bear, he felt he was so close to exploding that it bordered on the unreal that he was still so agonizingly hard. 

The tongue slid out and was replaced by fingers, quick, skillful fingers not unlike her gloved fingers before. 

'You want cock, fucktoy? Do you want my cock in your pretty ass, cum-boy?' Ewan groaned behind him. 

There was nothing Neil wanted more at that moment, transformed into the dirty, cum-eating slut loving every minute of what was happening, every minute of what she had made him do - no, not made him do - what she allowed him to do, understanding his buried desires better than he had understood them himself. 

He hoped she was watching and listening now when he moaned 'Yes, yes, please please please fuck me, please...'

A push against his ass-hole followed, and despite it having been opened and relaxed by the tongue and fingers, it was still painful at first, a searing agony when Ewan's cock was shoved inside. Ewan seemed to understand this and remained still while Neil's ass adjusted to the pressure. The pain was replaced by a fantastically pleasurable sensation of being completely filled, and he rocked his hips to intensify it. 

While doing that, he lost his concentration on Ivo's dick, which slipped out of his mouth, inviting an irritated squeal from the young guy. Neil flinched when his face got slapped with Ivo's hard cock, as if to remind him that giving pleasure was more important that basking in it. He took Ivo into his mouth again, while Ewan started to slowly fuck his ass, now increasingly tingling with pleasure especially when the cock hit the hard, boilingly hot point of his prostate. 

Ivo was close to climax now and when Neil moved his fingers past his full, high balls and pressed inside his ass-hole, he bucked his hips, his cock shivered and he came, pulling out just at the moment of explosion, covering Neil's face and lips with a splattering of sticky spunk. He licked like a whore he was, leaning down to clean up the softening cock as well, while Ewan fucked his ass, now faster and deeper. 

He could focus on those sensations more now, his ass high up, his hips held up by Ewan's hands, pulled towards his groin as he thrust in, his head low down on the bed resting on his crossed arms. 

He was desperate to touch his cock for a release of his pent up desire, but he could also feel something building up deeper inside his body, and that sensation was so exquisite that he managed to stop himself from jerking off there and then. 

He felt stretched to the limits of pain, violated and yet complete, the cock hammering his ass with increasing urgency. He imagined that the pleasure he felt was a pleasure a woman might feel, with a hot pussy, dripping wet and begging to be filled. 

He licked his lips, the skin tightening with the astringent effect of the cum that had dripped out of his mouth, tasting the flavor of two cocks that had exploded there. 

It was only in the back of his consciousness he dimly realized that the door of the room opened again and somebody walked in. 

He heard a woman's laugh, then the words that sent him to the very edge of explosion seconds after he felt Ewan's ejaculation filling his insides with warm, thick wetness. 

'God, look at that little cock-whore, sooo in his element! Cum now, dirty bitch, I know you are desperate to,' she cried, the last phrase accompanied by a powerful slap on his ass, and then his orgasm took hold, starting deep inside him, shaking his body and reverberating throughout, waves of pleasure coursing through him, crashing, then exploding in a flood of cum shooting out onto his belly and thighs, almost an afterthought to the initial shock of ecstasy emanating from inside him. 

Before he had time to recover or react, he felt hands reaching out around his head, the blindfold coming on again, a weight of a body on the bed, others manhandling him, pulling up; his face pushed into a damp, sticky, hot flesh. In an instant he realized it was her, dripping with the familiar scent of her desire mixed with yet more male cum. 

Despite his recent orgasm, he lapped eagerly, almost deliriously, his mouth full, at last, of her immediate taste, the feeling of her living, pulsating cunt like a ripe fruit for him to eat, the juices covering his face and almost suffocating him as hands - he wasn't even sure of they were hers - pushed his face deeper into her sex. 

He could feel her clit, erect and throbbing under his tongue, her thighs clamping his head in a powerful hold, her hands - must have been her hands now - in his hair, the sticky wetness flowing freely down his chin as he licked up the stem of her clit, and for a moment it felt as if he was servicing yet another cock and there was nothing he wanted more than to feel her inside him, to be fucked by her. 

His ass was high in the air as he kneeled between her thighs and presently he felt more hands on his butt, a tongue and fingers again in his asshole, then another push, an agony of pain replaced by the pleasure of being filled, he didn't know if it was Ivo, Ewan or yet somebody else, but astonishingly, unbelievably, his cock grew hard again, as if to welcome the mouth that enveloped it, the hands that started milking it together with an eager tongue and lips, the hardness pistoning inside his ass, the cum filling him and spilling over him. 

She ground her hot, silky pussy and ass against his face and moaned and panted louder, cried out and then screamed as her pleasure exploded. Then pushed him away, the bare foot against his chest, immediate, shocking, followed by the cock that had just exploded in his ass pulled out, the other hands and mouth moving off his, the bodies moving away. 

He was suddenly on the bed by himself. Nobody was touching him. Nobody was fucking him. His face was covered in a quickly drying layer of jism and cunt juice, and more cum was dripping down his legs out of his ass. His cock was still painfully hard, unfinished, abandoned. He wanted to come. He wanted them all back, on him and inside him, taking him and using him but he felt unable to ask, or plead. He wanted the blindfold off his face, but he knew he wasn't allowed to take it off. He rolled onto his back, his hand moved towards his erection, seeking the release. Before he gripped himself, he heard a couple of steps and felt a sting of a slap on his cheek. 

'Keep your hands away, little whore,' she snapped. 

'Please... I need it so bad...' he whimpered. 

Another slap, even harder. His cock twitched, the humiliation of being denied in this way making him even more desperate. 

'It's not about what you need,' she said.

Then he realized that she meant it. She wasn't playing a game. She wasn't a character in his fantasy. She was there, for real, just now saying casual, cheerful thank-yous and good-byes to the two guys, and she wasn't going to let him do what he needed and wanted so badly now. 

He moved his hands away, laid there, suddenly flat and almost powerless to move. His cock remained hard, desperate, as the waves of shame washed over him. The remaining part of his old self was cowering in a corner of his mind, unable to comprehend how any of this was possible. How he could be still so aroused and yet so aware of the reality of being so used. Really used. 

He felt his shoulders shake and his throat go tight, a mixture of furious anger and absolute powerlessness filling him. He didn't understand why he wasn't getting up. He didn't understand why he wasn't taking the blindfold off. He didn't understand why he kept his hand off his painfully erect cock. He hated it and yet he wanted it to continue, wanted to see how much further she would push him. 

He heard the door close, then her steps approaching the bed again, this time louder on the floor. She must have put her shoes on. 

Her hand on the hot sting left by her slap. A laugh, loud and reverberating in the room. 

'Just look at you. Just fucking look at you, Toy. Don't you now wish you had had balls to get yourself cock to suck yourself? But you are not even a man enough for that, are you? I guess I'll leave you here to jerk off now. Enjoy, Toy.'

She moved away, the door banging shut behind her. Neil curled up on the bed, his right hand creeping down to his still shamefully, agonizingly hard cock. 

It didn't take long. 

-end



Lessons Learned



There is a point in one's life when they come to realize that it is always worth it to pay the extra for your own hotel room. I, or should I say we, came to that decision a few years ago on a ski trip to Mont Tremblant, Quebec. A shared chalet with kitchen was half the price of a standard hotel room. My partner Karen thought it would be safe with three couples staying there, how long could a long weekend be?

We were horribly, horribly wrong. Upon our arrival we were confronted with gear and backpacks strewn across the living room floor and my two friends sprawled out on the couch playing video games over a coffee table packed with wires, beer, chips, joints and snack cakes.

"Umm, gents where are the girls?"

"Didn't you get my text?" Keith mumbled without averting his gaze from the screen.

"No, why?" A look of terror darted across Karen's eyes.

"Suzie dumped Eric and there was no way Tina was going to drive for six hours up into the mountains with two guys to sit around a chalet for a long weekend. I suspect she actually ditched us to go out with Suzie tonight."

"Not a good sign Keith."

"I know, I know."

"Since you two have taken up camp in the living room, where is our bedroom?"

"Well that be the other thing, this chalet is more of loft."

"Which means?"

"Well there really isn't a bedroom, just that attic thingy. We didn't bother to take a look."

Karen and I gazed up the set of stairs leading to a second stage with a big skylight. "It's ours then."

"We figured as much. Seeing that it has a separate bathroom."

"Good to see that you boys are at least partially house broken."

I brought the bags upstairs while Karen stood by the doorway, boots still on. Not a good sign, even though she was playing nice to steal some chips from the boys. It was a beautiful loft and the skylight was already full of moonlight reflecting off of the mountains. The fireplace had been replaced by an electrical unit but it still had a charm that was only missing a white fur rug and a mini bar.

"Its quite nice up here Karen," I called down.

"I'll see it later, we have to go pick up supplies before the liquor store closes."

"No need, this is Quebec, the deps stay open all night."

Her voice dropped, "Don't you want to pick up some those nice only in Quebec micro brews that you are always talking about?"

"Smashing idea, lets do it and stop in for a nice hot chocolate on the way back."

It didn't take two steps off the front porch before I knew something definitely was up. Karen was not in for a guys' weekend at the chalet. No matter how nice the loft was, we were not staying.

Perhaps it was the mountain air, or maybe the Christmas lights but after two rounds of chocolat chaud, the atmosphere lightened. She drew closer in the cold night and we shared a big thick woollen blanket on the cafe patio. Karen placed her hands between my thighs and lent her head on my shoulder. "It is too late to drive anywhere, let's stay for one night and figure things out in the morning."

When we got back, the chips were gone and so were the boys. Judging by the smell they must have smoked up and headed out for food. Upstairs in our loft, we switched on the fireplace, threw extra blankets on the bed and opened the skylight for a little fresh air. The extra sugar ( and rum ) in our drinks made it hard to sleep, so we both lay in bed facing the electric fire roll and roll and watched the moon drift across the night sky through the skylight.

Late into the night, the two boys came home and it was obvious they were not alone. It was a loud and clumsy foursome that struggled to open beers and search for more joints. There was some talk then quiet odd noises. Karen grabbed her phone and crept up to the loft's railing to take a picture.

"Throw another log on our fire while you are at it hon," I whispered.

"Do it yourself."

It only took a second and Karen darted back to the bed and jumped under the covers. She giggled.

"What?"

"Oh my god. I am not going to say a word."

"Really? That usually means your are going to say lots. Start spilling."

"Everybody is almost naked down there and one of the girl's is going down on both of your friends."

"At the same time?"

"No silly."

"Did you take a picture?"

"I couldn't, the guys were looking up."

Just in case Karen needed authentication, there came two loud groans back to back.

"Oh god, oh god. I am going back to look."

"Enjoy." She was already out of the bed, taking with her most of the blankets.

It had been a long time since Karen and I had been intimate and there was no way I was going over there to watch other people getting it on. So I returned to moonwatching but the sounds were becoming harder and harder to ignore. After five minutes Karen came into bed and curled up beside me. I slowly came to realize that she was bottomless and her hand gently traced the lines of my stomach, circling closer and closer to my already hard cock. "So what's going on down there?"

"A lot, the boys are going at it with a really thin pale girl and there is another dark haired girl with purple underwear watching the whole thing."

"Waiting for the right moment?"

"Don't know, perhaps it is because you friends have really small dicks, nothing like yours lover." She grabbed me and ran her fingers down towards the base of my cock. We rolled into each other and started kissing. Her lips smelled like cherry blossoms and reminded me of our first kiss so many years ago.

My hand stopped half way up her leg and Karen tensed up, one of the loft stairs had made a sound. We looked to see who was coming up the stairs. It was a brunette, with dark hair and a round face, her bright red lips stood out in the moonlight. She neared the fireplace warming her self. The shadows twisted as her full body turned from the glow of the fire to the moonlight. Karen's legs loosed up and she turned a little to watch our visitor. 

The stranger's sensual curves of her belly led up to her bra which expertly created the perfect plunge of cleavage. She lent over to warm her hands and then ran them along her legs and backside. She must have known she had a captive audience at this point. The sound of skin on skin sent tingles across the back of my neck.

So lost was I in her voluminous curves that I failed to notice her near the edge of our bed. Karen sat up and gravitated towards her. Her fingers reached to the stranger's face and started tracing along her jaw. They then moved across her lips which never moved, then down her chin and neck until a sole finger slowly dove between her breasts. The traced out both lines of the V.

The figure lifted her two hands and ran them under Karen's nightshirt slowly lifting it. She explored under her breasts and along her rib cage and just as it looked as if she was about to lift the night shirt over Karen's head, she let it fall back down. Instead she gently grabbed the back of Karen's head and drew it into her bra. With one hand still pressing the back of Karen's head, she use the other to draw the bra straps off of her shoulders. 

Karen needed no guidance and began to explore with her lips. In the moonlight I could see goosebumps form and then watched as Karen used the heat of her breath to coax them away. In the same way she teased the nipples. Letting them rise and fall, circling her tongue around the aureola and then touching the very edge of the nipple with her lips. The two women drew in closer and Karen took her time to slowly edge down the dark haired woman's panties. Our visitor exhaled an approval.

Taking the invitation, Karen pushed away for a second and slid off her own top, then drew the woman near, rubbing her stomach across the woman's sex. She pulled away then drew closer again, repeating the motion. After a few more times, their two bodies began to move in concert, the stranger was close and her hands began to lock in on Karen's hips and pull them up against hers.

Karen pressed her thumb in the woman's lips and she began to suck on it. Giving way to Karen's pressure, she leaned her head back. She drew the thumb in closer and then breaking free, Karen's other hand reached down to the head of my cock and drew up my precum. She drew the finger across her lips and then pressed them into the woman's. The two exchanged kisses and began to alternately stroke me. 

Karen reached over and guided my head over to her. At first I went for her breasts but she pushed me down, rotating us all onto the bed. Without looking I tried to arrange the blankets so that everyone was covered. Karen continued to push my head down until it was between her legs. She then drew in the stranger so that her sex once again rubbed across Karen's belly. 

The two of them locked lips and I was surrounded by the smell of their sexes. I indulged myself in Karen until she got too close and started to crush my head with her thighs. Under the blankets I soon became dizzy from the lack of oxygen but there was no sweeter way to die than this, so I continued. 

Karen sensing my weakened state, guided me on to my back with her legs and then slid down to mount me. It took everything with my power not to explode when she drew me in. Our visitor moved in, running her breasts across my face and chest, then settling with her sex on my lips. It tasted like fresh rain water and I plunged my tongue in and out of her as Karen moved up and and down in near rhythm.

On the up strokes, Karen began to shudder wildly, there was new sensation, something pressing up against the ridge of my cock and it flicked back and forth. The stranger was darting her tongue along Karen's clitoris as she rode me. A sound came up from inside Karen's chest that I had never heard before and her body became heavy, her pace slowed down and my cock warmed. 

The stranger sat up and began to ride my mouth. Karen leaned forward and brought her mouth down. I adjusted until our chins met and each of our tongues took a different half of the woman's open vagina. My tongue strained to press inside of her, with every pulse she rammed harder into my face. Our bodies burned like fire but the stranger's thighs remained cool against my cheeks. The fullness of her legs pulsed as she moved back and forth between our tongues. Karen grabbed my hands and interlaced our fingers, locked in her grip and pressed her body into mine and her face into the stranger's sex. 

Karen tightened up around my cock and surrendered to her orgasm. With that we all fell in succession and I could feel both of their bodies let go. The stranger faded away first and Karen manoeuvred us on to our sides, drawing the duvets around us as we rolled over. 

I don't know what time our third left, and to be honest I didn't even remember her name. What I do remember was that ever so perfect moment of Karen and myself lying completely spent, entirely entwined in duvets, skin blurring into one enveloped in that sweet smelling bed. The thought of it now many years on, still makes my blood rush.

In the morning we said our goodbyes, unlocked our wallets and sprung for a place with a real fireplace in Montreal and feasted on red wine, foie gras and game meat.



Lessons Learned



I listened intently to each voice as it lightly echoed in my ears. My hands slid up the straps, which were taunt around my wrists. My eyes were closed only because they had been covered, entering me into a word of darkness. Each breath felt heavy in my chest, as I fought to remain calm. Every nerve stood on end, my body chilled for a moment, though the room was warm. I shivered for a moment, not from the temperature but because of uncertainty.

My lips were so dry, so parched, and I parted them instinctively and briefly touched my tongue over. I tried to will the sound of my breathing out of my mind as I listened carefully to the conversation that surrounded me. No words had been spoken that mentioned my existence, though I felt as if eyes periodically glanced my way at this macabre spectacle. There was no recognition in the sounds I heard, no association from voices I have known. I could easily discern the masculine voices from the quiet feminine sounds.

My owner, without explanation had placed me in this chair before the room came alive with people. He has placed my gently down into a chair that he had set to the side of the room. The thought had entered my mind for the briefest of moments that it seemed as if it was set up on its own podium, other furniture removed in stark contrast to the rest of the room. I did not now what to expect, and he saw no reason to tell me. He lovingly bound my wrists, the straps tightening around as my eyes lifted and studies his features.

My body was bare as usual, his pleasure, to keep me ready for his every whim. A soft silk binding enveloped me in darkness as he carefully covered my eyes. His lips pressed to my forehead, in a quick kiss, a lingering print left behind. I always trembled, a stirring in my thighs when he did, it for some reason made me feel but a child and the color filled my cheeks. My world was darkness now, relying only on my senses of sound and touch, as the gentle stirrings of night engulfed me.

His fingertips knowingly slid between the warm of my thighs, as he lightly traced over swollen wet flesh, dragging his large fingers over the throbbing bud. I lifted and arched from the chair, crying out, my body straining in ecstasy. His hand slid over my taunt belly and pushed me back to the rough surface of the chair.

He leaned close, his breath lightly caressing my neck and whispered, "Not yet, my pretty."

I sensed a smile etched on his face, his words light and tender. I had wondered many times how this man could bring my body so alive, without control, total abandonment. I always felt smaller around him, so feminine. Every nerve and fiber was sensitized to my surroundings.

My body easily slid back against the chair, though my hips continued to lift and lower instinctively, juices moistening the soft flesh of my inner thighs. His thumb lightly dragged over my parted lips as he coated them with my warm juices. Like a dream, he disappeared while I whimpered pathetically in my misery. My body ached for his touch, the sensations racing through my flesh as I tried to control the quivering of my thighs.

I listen to the quiet monotones of the clock, each tick marking off a new second. I don’t think it was long before the first knock came at the door, though I may be wrong. I was so lost in my agony as it knotted my belly that time was no longer something I could grasp. I felt my cheeks redden; my head dropped forward slightly as the embarrassment slowly crept up. With each knock to the door, my body unintentionally jumped to the sound, the heat again rising in my cheeks as I again tried to calm my breathing.

I felt so bare, so vulnerable, totally at my owner’s mercy. The moistness on my thighs increased as the warmth trickled down. The throbbing intensified as I felt myself swell and become engorged. The aching was now at an uncontrollable level as I squirmed helplessly.

I startled as I heard my Master’s laughter, sensing him drawing closer, my breath caught in my throat. I mouthed the words silently over and over, heard to no ones ears but my own, "Please."

I cried out as his hand slipped around the small of my back, the warmth almost burning through my flesh as he pulled my arms over my head, him helping me lift to my feet. I had to concentrate; afraid my knees would no longer hold me, my body weak with need. I no longer cared who was in the room; I no longer had any pride, my emotions raw and stripped, bare for all to see.

I lifted and lowered on my toes methodically, by body swaying slightly as the bindings pulled at my wrists. I knew the leather was wearing against my skin, but I didn’t care, I just ached for a touch, to release me from this burning need that raged through me.

Again no recognition of me was made, the time slipping by as I tried to concentrate on the conversations to no avail. My stomach was tense and knotted as I tried to endlessly fight back the surges that ran through my body. I did not speak as I had not been permitted, the voiceless cries within reverberating in my mind.

My eyes blinked furiously as I sensed someone draw near. My body tensed and stopped its pitiful motion. Without any warning I felt something slide deep within my folds, my muscles clamping and spasming around it, juices easily flowing down my thighs. The motion of my body would not stop, moving with wild abandon. Cries flew from my mouth as my body danced to its song of need. I felt a large hand press down on my shoulder, trying to stop this macabre scene. My owner’s rumbling voice cut into my heart as he ordered, "Stop."

My body tensed, my breath ripped from my lungs as the motion stopped and internally I agonized as I fought the urges my body wished to move to. My hands wrapped tightly around the bindings as I pulled myself to my toes, lifting and straining, flexing every muscle to will myself not to move.

I know I was shaking as I felt him slowly wrap a strap around my slim waist, pulling what I assumed was a large dildo deeper within me. My muscles again clamped down on it hard as I fought to still any motion. His fingertips lightly traced over my hips, a feathery touch that left invisible prints on me, ingrained into my flesh as he moved away.

I needed him so badly; I didn’t care how many people saw. I no longer cared what anyone thought about me, my whole being screaming for his touch. I mouthed the silent words endlessly, hoping that he would show mercy on me, on his property, on what was his, "Please."

The only movement from my body was my muscles clamping around what was inserted into my warmth, clenching with each whispered word. The voices no longer rang in my ears, as I blocked them out, my attention centered on the trickling of my juices as the slowly flowed from me.

My body started to ache, as I continually tensed each muscle, turning my wrists ever so slightly in the restraints. The leather continued to bite into my skin, and briefly I would feel rawness, but the agony I felt elsewhere quickly obliterated the pain.

The tears lightly coursed down my cheeks, my breath almost in gasps now as I felt a hand push me back to the chair, crying out as I was impaled deeper. The binding holding my arms almost magically came free. As quickly as I felt myself lowered, my wrists quickly bound to the arms of the chair as I sat, totally open, totally vulnerable for any eyes that may wish to see.

I tried not to cry, but I could not will it to stop. I sensed the room quieted, my shoulder hunching forward as my head dropped, shaking with each sob.

I caught my breath over and over as words rang in my ears, "Tell me girl, who owns you?"

The words came out barely between breathes, "You, Master."

Again his voice echoed in my ears, " Tell me girl, do I allow my property any inhibitions?"

I was motionless; my eyes darting back and forth under their covering, trying to understand words almost to quiet to hear came from my mouth, "No Master."

The words clearly came from him, "Next time I tell you to be bare under your clothes, don’t question me."

The words cut through me, sharper than any blade; with distinct clarity I now understood why I was bound and naked.

I felt a mouth quickly press to the throbbing bud between my thighs, milking it slowly into the warmth, as I screamed and arched from the chair, crying out with such intensity, my throat ached.

His words came to me with such relief, "Cum for me, my little slut."



Lessons Learned



Do you know?

Yes, you do know, and that's why I keep writing to you. wherever you are. You're still the only person who might know so... well, I keep writing.

I was thinking again last night about my teacher and the way he used to touch me. I've spent so much of my life running away from all of that, from the pain and the misery and all the hundreds of big and little pieces of me that have fallen, like dead leaves from my heart on account of that 'person'. Yet before all of that, there was something there that made me come back again and again. Duty certainly, a feeling that I had no choice to be sure, but also on some level, I enjoyed it and though I try to just leave that out of the calculation whenever possible, it's there and it's not going to go away.

I remember one specific thing...it was his pants unzipped, his huge cock practically ripping out of his underwear and an ever growing dark, wet, sticky spot just below the tip of his penis. He liked for me to rub his dick through his underwear so I'd rub and rub and then he'd get frustrated with my clumsy hands and take my face between his two big hands and smash it against his penis. It hurt my nose and sometimes the zipper would scratch me, but there was something about that big, hard thing going back and forth across my face and the almost frenzied way he'd keep me pressed tight against him that felt ahhh...meaningful somehow. Does that make any sense? I felt like I was a part of something urgent, or involved in something important.

And for a guy with little or no self esteem, that was really meaningful. I longed to be needed and considered worthy, and when I was doing this, I was. 

At these times, even though I was frightened and mostly just wanted to get away, I was also excited and my heart would pound, both from fear and from arousal. My own cock would be pushing against my pants too. 

Sooner or later he always groped to find me hard like that and it spurred him on. Convinced him that I did truly 'want it'. He used to like me sticking out of my zipper the same way he always had his, and sometimes he'd bat my hard cock back and forth with his, laughing at the way mine would twitch and bounce. 

This must be why I started leaving my cock out whenever I was alone. As soon as I come home, I pull down my zipper and pull out my dick. I always leave it out when I'm at home to this day. But I didn't make that up it seems, I'm not original at all, I just don't like to admit that so much of me is a product of things that in and of themselves, should never have happened or are borrowed from people who have no soul.

It helps to think that at least you'd like it as much as I do. In a different way maybe, but I just know you'd know somehow. and it helps to think that I'm not completely crazy sometimes. 

So sometimes I do remember, and it's always at least a little bit exciting. 

Maybe that's why I like pictures of cocks...no face, no person connected to it, just the cock itself. That's what he looked like to me a lot of the time, I never saw much more of him than that in those days which was fine with me. I never liked him at all, I just liked being important to someone and at that time, he was the only one who needed me for anything. 

There was one time in particular. He had me pushed back into some coats hanging on the wall and was rubbing against me from behind, my face pressed into a long brown jacket. It smelled like Melissa I think her name was. A girl with long curly blond hair and big, slightly crooked glasses. She was dumpy, relatively shapeless. Her ass a little too wide and her chest a little too flat. The archetype of a nerd. Bookish, unconcerned about fashion or social interactions. But that's what I liked about her I think. She seemed utterly absorbed in her own little world, like I was, and I could imagine that maybe her make-believe world was as sexual and depraved as mine. 

My teacher had my pants pulled down to my ankles, and he had reached between my legs and was holding my dick and balls in one hand, yanking down on them while he poked and prodded my asshole with his finger. It hurt and I knew that in his clumsy way he was trying to open me up so he could try to stuff that big hard cock of his inside of me. I didn't want that, I just wanted him to keep tugging my cock like that. But he didn't stop as I knew he wouldn't, and as he shoved himself, bit by bit into my tight little hole, until it felt like he was kicking my stomach from behind with each push, I distracted myself by thinking about her and what she'd think if she knew about this and could see it. I pretended that she'd like it, that it was her fantasy come true. I pictured her watching, hidden, somewhere off to the side, squatting, her knees spread wide and panties pulled to the side. I imagined her grunting slightly as she shoved a couple of fingers up her own ass, while she watched me being sodomized and lived out some unspeakably vile rape fantasy of her own. I closed my eyes and smelled her unmistakable smell in the fabric, and despite the pain I could feel my own cock getting stiff as I thought of her, eyes wide, mouth open, panting slightly as she pushed her fingers feverishly into her two holes.

"Fu...fuc..." her panting sounded like she was trying to say 'fuck' and I got harder and harder thinking of her desperate fingers and hot, aching pussy. Burning as she built up to a screaming orgasm, the kind you can only get when you have to have it, and you need the lowest, crudest stimulation to get you there. 

The more it hurt me, the hotter she seemed to get, and I felt like I was suffering FOR something, for someone. It was all ok because it served a purpose outside of itself I guess you could say. At the same time I could also enjoy it for someone else and not have to feel guilty for that either. It worked both ways apparently. 

He came finally, pouring his hot cum inside of me. I could feel his big prick twitch as it pumped his need into my bowels and each squirt was a fresh, tearing pain.

I didn't start to breath completely again until he pulled out, and I was embarrassed and confused to find that I had cum as well at some point, and as I leaned there, resting my head against the wall and looking down, I watched the little pools of semen form inside the seat of my pants and the only thing I could think about was how uncomfortable and sticky it was going to be to pull them up again.



Lessons Learned



Melissa's story:

The dream came again. Actually it was that nightmare all over. I relived that night that date had gone bad. I had gone out with that monster on a blind date. I hardly knew the girl that set us up on the date, just acquaintances. He looked sharp and quite handsome. His eyes were piercing, and his manner was that of one used to controlling.

The date started out innocently enough. He took me to dinner, ordering for me as well as himself. I didn't mention to him that I disliked all that red meat. I wanted to get to know him a little bit before I made any judgments.

After dinner we had gone to that bar. We danced a bit, and I let him touch me in some fairly intimate places. He was bold, yet soft and gentle. I trusted him to behave. His touches grew more familiar as the night went on. We kissed at one point. His tongue was insistent, as his attitude had become. 

Even then, I was not worried. I figured he was trying to see how far he could go on this first date. I never realized how far he would push things until it was too late. Offering to walk me to my door I let him into my secure apartment complex. He followed me to my door, and as I unlocked it he stepped in close.

He wants a kiss, my first thought. He came up to me and leaned in. His lips were hard on mine, crushing them. His tongue was sharp and pushed into my mouth. His hands were on my breasts. I tried to stop him. He was strong and fast. I found myself in my room, on the couch. My dress was falling off of my body, as he got rougher with me.

I still was trying to understand what was happening to me. He was my date. He had been so nice and masculine earlier. How could he be doing this to me? Had I given off a signal to him that I wanted him to be rough and take me?

While I tried to make sense of what was happening, he had gotten all of my clothes off. Naked under his body I felt his hands probing me. My nipples were hard, even though I was not interested in having sex with him. His other hand was down low, fingers in me and soon...far too soon I was wet down there.

I felt him undressing. His hot hard cock was soon thrust into me as he rutted. He cared nothing for my comfort. His intent was on him alone. His mouth was on my nipples. Teeth nipping at them as his thrusting became more and more forceful.

I felt his hot cum pouring into my poor abused pussy. I had no protection, and he was bare also. Not only could I get pregnant, he might have an STD. I was frightened as to what would happen next. His actions so far had proven to me that I had made a mistake in thinking I was safe with him.

Afterward...after taking my anal virginity. After his forcing me to lick and suck his cock until he came in my mouth. After gagging and choking me with his cock ramming down my throat. He left. I lay there for hours before finally getting the strength to get up. 

I felt so dirty and unclean. I went and showered. Later I called into work claiming I was ill. I was ill...in ways I wanted to forget. Sex had always been a beautiful thing for me and then this had happened. I never had been in this situation before. It always happened to other women. 

I never reported the rape. He had not threatened me in anyway except that look he had given me as he left my apartment. That look told me in no certain terms, if I reported him he would be back.

Months went by. I gradually got over my fears. I saw a shrink and she was able to help me over some of the harder feelings I had. Soon I was almost back to normal...what ever that was. I had a neighbor two doors down that had been helpful to me. I had cried on his shoulder quite a few times. 

John was a gay man who had been my neighbor for years. He was always there to lend a shoulder, give a hand, and just be a friend to me. At different times I had thoughts of him and I in bed together. Always it came back to his being gay. That stopped me from trying anything with him.

He had never told me outright he was gay. I had seen a man staying with him for the first two years I had known him. They seemed to be very close and a couple of times, after they had been out partying I had watched them struggle to the door of their apartment, arms around each other.

He was handsome and nice. Shy, yet very knowledgeable about women. I thought his interest in women was weird considering his choice of lifestyle. We became friends and often were out together as buddies. I used to tell him all my secrets like he was a girlfriend. I loved him as a friend for sure and regretted not being able to take our relationship to the next level.

One day, as we talked I realized that I had not had sex for over a year. I was frustrated and horny. I was also afraid of going out with a man. I still had those nightmares of that night. Still, I had needs. Masturbating was not cutting it and I wanted to get fucked. By a man. I just didn't know if I would be able to find a man whom I could or would trust enough to have sex with.

I decided that John might have a friend who he knew could be trusted to fill my needs. I lightly mentioned it to him in our conversation. I was not expecting his reaction at all. His look, at first, was shocked. Then I saw something indefinable in his eyes. He hesitated for a bit, starting to say something several times then stopping.

Finally he agreed to try to find someone for me. His words were there but his attitude was like he didn't want to do this at all. I knew something was bothering him so I sought to reassure him that I needed to know if I was over that terrible night.

"John, you don't have to do this for me. I just want to find out if I can go on. If I am over that...night."

"Melissa, I will do it for you. I-I-...are you sure about this? I mean...don't you know someone already that you trust to do this for you?"

"You are the only one I trust John. You and I can't...so I thought you might know someone you would trust to...well...be gentle and understanding."

"We can't? Why not us? I mean, well, we have known each other for several years. You have been my best friend and I yours. Why not us?"

"Oh sweetie, I know you would do this for me but I can't ask you to change just to help me out. I want a man to fuck me. To have sex with me and do things that a man can do for a woman. I also want him to be understanding of my past and be very patient with me too. You would be my first choice if you were not...if you could...I just can't impose on you in that way John."

John's side:

I had known Melissa for quite some time. She was a vibrant and friendly lady. Her beauty was from within and she was a very sexually appealing person. Her friendship with me had been reserved, more like I was a girlfriend than a 'man' friend. Until today I had never realized she thought I was gay. It had never come up in conversation between us.

I am not sure where she got the idea I was gay. Perhaps when my cousin Ted had been living with me. We had been close as brothers for years. Ted was what one could call a 'flaming' gay man. I had let him stay with me when his dad had kicked I him out of the house. 

Ted stayed with me until he met a guy and they were now together. Ted was happy and I was happy for him. His father had been harsh with him over his choice to be gay, as if it were a choice for Ted to begin with.

After Mel's rape I had been there for her. When I found out what had happened to her and what the jerk had done to her I was furious. I had wanted to ask her out so many times. I just could never find the right words. 

I had found that jerk one night and he admitted to having taken her. After I got done with him I left him in a pile on the street. I hoped I hadn't killed him, but if he died I didn't really care all that much. He had hurt someone I loved very deeply.

I was there for Melissa as she went to her therapist and worked through all the feelings she had about that whole rape. She had confessed to me that she hadn't reported it and by the time she had thought about it enough to do that she realized that it was too late.

I had held her as she cried. I had been there to listen to her talk about other men and past loves of hers. I had been her confidant and 'girlfriend' throughout all this time. Now she had asked me to find her an understanding and gentle man to have sex with her.

Cruel world I live in. I love this woman and she thinks I am gay, that I don't like women in that way. Here I stand, loving everything about her and wanting her like no other, and I can't touch her like I want to. 

I agreed to try to find someone for her, knowing that the search will break my heart. How could one offer the one he loved to another? How could I not have the backbone to tell her how I feel? 

I know why. Because just being near her has always been enough. I figured that someday she would see me for who and what I was and we would be in love together.

I had dreams of us living as man and wife. Dreams that were about to be destroyed because she thought I was gay. I loved her more than as a friend and was afraid of losing her forever by telling her that.

I lived day to day for the next week. I never really tried to find anyone for Melissa. I was troubled by my fears and her request of me. I wanted to tell her. I wanted to be that man for her, forever. 

About the middle of the second week Melissa asked me if I had any luck in finding her a solution to her problem. Knowing that I was losing my love if I did but feeling I had no other choice I told her I would by the following weekend for sure.

I talked to a few friends and after seeing a picture of her they were interested very much in going out with her. I held them at bay by not directly asking them. More like showing a picture of a girlfriend around. They were jealous of me, if they had only known what our relationship really was like.

On Friday I finally made my decision. It was the hardest choice I had ever made up until now. I had to do it for her I told myself. Over and over I told myself I had no choice in the matter now. I was truly going to be the friend she needed.

"Hi John. Had any luck in finding me a man?"

She was in good spirits today and being a bit smart-assed. I knew she was expecting me to come through for her. I only hoped my choice would be the right one for her. It was breaking my heart and I was a bit choked up in telling her about her date for Saturday night.

"Yeah. I found a guy for you. He will be gentle and understanding. I talked to him several times about you. He knows quite a bit about you. I hope that you don't mind if I told him about...things."

"Mind? Well John, I trust you. I know you would not hurt me or allow anyone else to hurt me either. What does he look like? Tall like you? Come on, give me something to work with here."

"Well, he is tall like me. His weight is around 180, no fat. He works out regularly and he is pretty healthy. He isn't gay, so you can rest easy about that too."

"When does he want to go out with me then?"

"He said he would pick you up around seven tomorrow night. Are you sure about this Melissa? I mean, this is how your last date started and all. I think you can trust him, but even I can't guarantee what will happen."

"Oh John, I know you wouldn't set me up with a jerk. I trust you and your judgment."

The next morning I got a call from the man I had picked out.

"Can't make that date tonight John. Looks like you are going to have to take her out man. Lucky dog you. I have to fly to L.A. this afternoon for a session. Sorry. Have fun."

I was upset. He was leaving me no choice but to face Melissa with my cowardice. What would I do now? 

I debated just calling her, but she would have come right over after my telling her about her date canceling out on her. Then she would feel bad because she would think he was dumping her for her not for the real reason. I was in a quandary for hours. Then I suddenly realized that it was almost time for her date to start.

I showered and dressed up fairly nice. I walked over to her door on shaky legs. My greatest fear was about to come to a head. What would she say? What would she do? I almost turned and went back to my apartment. Something made me stay where I was.


I rang her bell. Waiting nervously for her to answer I almost ran. Still something kept me there. A little voice in my ear saying 'be a man stupid'.

Melissa opened her door. Her look of surprise was complete. I could see her looking over my shoulder for a man. The man who was taking her out for dinner and a fuck. When she didn't see him she looked at me confusion in her eyes.

"He was a no show?"

"Ummm...no."

"No? Then where is...you? You are taking me out? But...I thought...John, you are gay! You can't...I can't expect...Oh damn!"

"Melissa, please listen. I need to tell you something. I...uh...that is to say, you...well..."

"No, it's all right John. You don't have to do this. I shouldn't have asked you to do this for me. It was very unfair of me to ask you to find me a date. I'm sorry. So sorry."

Tears in her eyes she closed her door to me. I was stunned and very afraid. Afraid for her and her pain I had caused her by my bumbling. I walked a long slow walk back to my apartment. Then, getting to my door I got mad with myself. Angry and upset I turned and stomped back to her door.

Pounding on it I waited. Soon she answered, face wet with tears. She looked surprised at me. I calmed myself down.

"Melissa I need to tell you something. You may not like it at all. I am angry with myself for not telling you this a long time ago."

"John, please don't be angry with me. I never meant to hurt you. I know that being gay is still not a..."

"Melissa, first of all lets get this gay thing straightened out. I am not, nor ever have been gay. I am straight. My cousin stayed with me...He was gay. His father had kicked him out of his house so he came to live with me."

"But, I thought you were gay. Why didn't you tell me this then? Why have you let me think you were gay all this time?"

Stepping into her apartment I closed the door behind me. I could see a shadow of fear in her eyes. I went to her sofa and sat down. She followed and sat on the chair across from me.

"Melissa, I have not told you because I was unaware you thought I was gay. I was afraid that if I asked you out you would refuse me...it would change things between us and I wouldn't get to visit and be with you as often."

"You let me think you were just a friend to be near me? Are you kidding? You aren't gay? I told you...you know things about...Oh God!"

"Melissa, please don't be angry with me. I have lo...loved you for quite a while now. I have been torn up trying to find the courage to tell you. Then...well...your rape and the following days of pain you were suffering...I couldn't bring myself to tell you. You needed me as a friend. I was there for you because I loved you."

"You love me? You love me even after the things I told you about the other men? The rape? I asked you to find me someone to fuck me...and you tried. You did try didn't you?"

"Yes, I tried. He cancelled out, had to fly to L.A. He forced me into telling you about my secret. I am sorry Melissa. I never meant to hurt you in any way. I have really messed up things now."

I got up and left. She was crying as I closed the door and went home. I sat in my dark living room for most of the night. I felt so low, so damned lost. I had chased away the love of my life and she hadn't known my feelings until last night. I had really blown it for good now.

Melissa's story:

As John left I began to think over the last years. His revelation to me about his love for me had stunned and shocked me. I was still trying to imagine him as not being gay. He was a very handsome man and I had wanted him before this. I had a lot to think about.

His expression of love for me had been very unexpected too. I had my best friend in life express his love for me and all I had done is cry. He must have left thinking I was a first class bitch. What a mess I had made of things.

I was up most of the night as I thought about John's confession and us. I decided that in the morning I would put him to the test. If he were gay and just trying to be a friend in order to help me out I had to know. 

I dressed to be a sexually available woman. I put on my shortest one-piece dress and only thigh-high stockings. Heels made up the finish to my intent. This morning would be telling. I would find out the truth about John and I. 

As I walked to his door I realized I had not thought of the rape at all this night. I had just been thinking about a man I wanted and who apparently wanted me but had been afraid to tell me. I decided that I would have to be the huntress. I would have to come on strong and stay strong.

John's story:

As dawn crowned over the city and the light drifted into my eyes I remembered last night and the disastrous results. I made myself some coffee and toast wondering about how things would be now. I had left her crying. I had hurt her deeply. I had messed up.

There was a knock at my door a bit later. Stepping out of the shower I slipped a towel around me and went to answer it. I expected a buddy of mine who usually showed up about that time to talk his latest conquest from the night before.

"Mike this isn't a...Melissa? Oh...excuse me...I thought it was a friend of mine."

"We need to talk. I didn't get any sleep last night and you look like you didn't either."

"Umm...come in...I'll get dressed. There is coffee in the kitchen. You know where the cups are."

Dressing as fast as I could I wondered what she was thinking. She seemed so serious. I was afraid of what she was going to say. I was pulling on my jeans when she just walked into the bedroom. 

"Whew! Nice ass!"

"What?"

"You heard me...nice ass!"

"Umm...I'll be out in a minute Mel..."

"No, you'll be here for a while. You have a promise to live up to buster!"

"Uh...I don't understand. We were going to talk. I..."

"Talk is the last thing on my mind. You have been holding out on me for several years. I want some of what you got. I have wanted you forever. I am going to have you now, no more waiting or wishing."

I was stunned. Melissa had changed into a tigress ready to pounce on her prey...me. I was still struggling with buttoning my jeans when she shoved me onto my bed. Her hands quickly made short work of removing my jeans. My underwear followed. Her eyes were on my hardening member. I saw her lick her lips as she looked into my eyes.

"I have waited a long time for this. You have a long day ahead of you so just relax for now. I want to be in charge for the time being."

"Uh...whatever you want Melissa. You are in charge."

"Good! Now that we understand each other...get that shirt off. Pronto!"

As I pulled off my shirt I saw her stripping. She was wearing a short one-piece dress that flew off and landed in the corner. Underneath she was only wearing heels and stockings. Her well-trimmed pussy was glistening in the morning light as she crawled onto my bed up between my legs. 

Her hands were on my hardness and soon her lips followed. Her technique was incredible and she soon had me ready to explode. She backed off just before I lost it letting me down to earth before starting again. 

I reached out and caressed her hair as she took all of me into her mouth. She moved around a bit and soon was straddled over my head. I could see her lips were wet with desire as she lowered her pussy down to my waiting tongue.

So many feelings were cascading around me. I was lost in my explorations of her when she had her first orgasm. Her knees crushed around my head and I almost couldn't breath at all. As she let loose I could hear her moaning and my cock began to throb. 

Her talented oral ministrations were achieving their intent. I soon began to cum. Her pussy was still in my face so I began to lovingly and lightly lick and taste her juices as she swallowed mine.




Lessons Learned



Soon she was moaning again. I had never had a woman so ready to go so fast before. I loved the feel of her slippery lips rubbing around my clean-shaven face. My tongue was busy doing what it did best. She pulled away before she came again. 

"I want this in me. Now."

She had a hold of my cock that had not gone soft. She straddled my hips and rubbed the tip of my hardness around her very wet pussy. Soon she slipped it in and let herself take me fully. I couldn't believe how tight she was. I knew I wasn't going to last long as she began to bounce on me.

Melissa leaned in and let me suck and kiss her breasts. Her nipples were hard little buds. Her large brown circles surrounding them were inviting targets for my mouth. I could feel her muscles milking my hard cock as I suckled on her.

She sat up, breaking my contact with her breasts. Her hands went to mine and pulled them up to grasp her nipples as she rocked back and forth on my cock. I sat up a bit and soon had those nipples in my mouth, one at a time. I could feel her contractions as she got closer and closer to cumming. 

I was able to hold off long enough to match her orgasm with my own. As we came together I felt her arms go around me. Her lips next to me ear whispered the sweetest words I had ever heard.

"I love you John. I have loved you for a long, long time."

"I love you too Melissa. Also for a long, long time."



Lessons Learned



Blindfolded, almost suspended with my arms stretched above my head. 

Legs spread, feet shackled to the floor, standing on tiptoe with my back arched to keep balanced.

Head down, blowing my hot breath across my nipples, hard and aching from the chill of the air.

Warm breath and fingertips lightly trace the underside of my arm.

I gasp in surprise and jerk at the touch.

Fingertips trace the curve of my breast, pausing to pinch at my aching nipples.

I cry out and try to pull away, only to have them pinched harder until I stand still and am silent again.

The fingers slowly trail down my sides and across my belly until they reach the top of my panties.

Light, painfully teasing strokes between my legs, pausing once to pinch my wet and swollen lips.

I cry out in surprise and pain.

The fingers leave me.

I whisper, "Please..." arching my back, begging to be touched again.

Warm breath against the back of my neck as the fingers dance across my shoulders.

I sigh as I push my ass back, looking for more contact.

The fingers leave me again.

I still once more, breathing heavily, legs shaking, nipples hurting with need.

Slight tickling as the fingers return to my lower back, drawing lazy circles as they extend to cup my ass.

Fingers kneading, moving to slip beneath my panties and gently probe between my thighs.

My back arches more sharply and the panties are ripped from my body.

I cry out as my body jerks.

Hands slap my ass several times.

Legs shaking, my pussy dripping, I will myself to be still and arch my back once more. 

Soft sobs escape my parted lips.

Fingers return, kneading, teasing, rubbing, and probing.

I bite my lower lip to keep from moaning, my skin on fire.

The fingers move lower, down my thighs, my calves, teasing touches and gentle rubbing.

I feel hot breath against the tender skin of my ass, light kisses and teasing flicks of a tounge as it makes it way between my legs.

Fingers slide across my skin, griping my ass and pulling me apart.

Hot breath and wet tongue against me.

I try to spread my legs farther and arch my back. 

Nipping bites warn me to be still.

I whimper as the tongue pushes inside my soaked pussy, a nose teasing my hole as the tongue strokes me inside, fingers gently kneading as they hold me apart.

Soft sighs and low moans as the tongue leaves me and starts licking me from my clit to my ass.

A few more strokes and the tongue is gone. 

A gentle squeeze followed by several harsh slaps against my ass and the hands are gone too.

My head falls back as I whisper, "Please..." again.

Soft lips brush my cheek and kiss my ear and then, they too leave me.

The sound of a door opening, pausing of movement...

"You will learn to be still."

More movement and the sound of the door closing...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Seconds? Minutes? Hours? 

How long have I hung here?

Fingers swollen and throbbing, wrists chaffed from the cuffs, arms numb from the angle of suspension.

Feet cramping from trying to stand on tiptoe for so long, legs burning from being forced to hold my body up.

Quiet sobs escape me as my tears seep through the blindfold and slide down my face.

Sounds of the door slowly opening.

Quick calming breaths and I am silent.

Feathery kisses and licks against my lips and across my chin.

The voice…"You've been crying?"

I whisper, "Yes."

The voice…"Do you hurt?"

I whisper, "Yes." again.

The voice…"Good girl."

Deep sobbing breaths and I quiet as the touch of a cool wet cloth presses against my face.

The voice…."Close your eyes and tilt your head back."

I obey.

Tender fingers raise the blindfold and slip the cloth beneath, placing the blindfold back in place and gently pressing a palm against it.

I softly moan my thank you as the cloth eases the burning around my eyes.

Fingers trail slowly down my body again.

I beg my body to be still.

Sounds of water sloshing and a warm wet cloth is pressed against one of my arms and slowly rubs against my skin as it travels down to my shoulder.

More water and the rag returns to my other arm, down to my shoulder and across my chest. 

More water and tiny streams drip over the top of my breast and down my stomach, slowly followed by the cloth as it moves over my heated skin.

My stomach, my legs, my back, the cloth slowly covers every inch of me. I squeeze my eyes shut and clench my jaw, willing my body to remain still as the drenched rag makes its way across my ass, the water trailing down to tickle my aching slit before dripping away.

A hand grabs my thigh as more water is sloshed and the rag is placed at the apex of my legs.

The hand moves away and fingers cup me as the rag is squeezed.

Fingers gently rubbing and probing me as the rag returns to drench me in water again.

My head lulls back as sensations flood my body, already hot flesh heats more, my clit pulses and my pussy flexes.

Gentle laughter as fingers probe me deeper and a thumb presses against my clit.

My legs begin to shake and I moan low in my throat, desire, want, and need flood me.

All I can think about is rolling my hips and riding those probing fingers until I come.

I stand still and the fingers probe for just a minute longer before slowly sliding out.

Frustrated groans escape me before I can stop them.

A hand presses against the back of my head. I raise my head forward until rest against a shoulder.

Soft kisses against my forehead.

The voice…"Good girl."

One arm warps around my waist and holds me tight as the other arm makes its way up first one arm, releasing a wrist, then over to release my other wrist.

I cry out against the shoulder as sharp pain runs up and down my arms with the renewed blood flow.

The voice…"Lean against me."

Hands and hard fingers knead my shoulders and arms working the sharp stings out of my skin.

I cry silently as the feeling slowly begins to return.

Fingers work their way down my back, alternating between firm rubbing and soft circling.

The voice…"Stand up now."

Hands against my shoulders help me bring myself upright.

I sway slightly and moan as my feet and legs begin to cramp from the sudden movement.

Clicking of locks as my feet are released and the fingers return to my legs, rubbing and kneading as they slowly make their way up to my thighs, over my hips.

My hands are brought in front of me and held there. I turn when my hands are tugged to the right.

Another hands circles my waist and rest against the curve of my ass, urging my forward.

I move, slowly in the direction I am guided.

Small, slow steps until my knees brush the softness of the bed.

My hands are released.

The voice…"Lay down."

I slowly and somewhat clumsily make my way up on the bed, lying down on my stomach, hands at my sides, legs slightly spread.

Soft laughter behind me as hands caress my aching legs, slowly working the knots out of them.

I sigh deeply as my tired muscles begin to relax, new warmth working its way through my body as the hands travel up my legs, stopping to knead and spread my ass again.

Probing fingers, soft lips and the hot wetness of a tongue slowly move between my legs.

My body tenses trying to keep from arching my back, soft moans and heaving sighs cause me to bite my tongue to stay silent.

Gentle kisses up my back and across my shoulders.

Hot breath across my cheek as a tongue slowly traces across my earlobe. 

The voice… "Well done."

Nibbling at my neck and jaw, followed by more kisses before the lips leave me completely.

The voice…"I am very pleased. Sleep now my pet. We will play again later."

Quiet sobbing as I hear the door open and close.

Silence.

I am alone again.

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Quiet all around me, sleeping dreaming, fingers dancing across my skin. 

Wet kisses across my back, fingers rubbing against my ass.

I sigh and spread my legs, arching my back and pressing against the touch.

Hot tongue against my skin, slowly dragging across my slit, flicking against my hole.

Moaning loudly and grinding my hips, hands reaching behind me to pull my ass apart.

Rough laughter and fingers wrap around my wrists and move them back above my head. Soft clicking as they are locked in place. 

I am fully awake now, afraid that I have misbehaved in my sleep.

I lay silently, waiting to see if I am to be punished.

Fingers move my hair off my face. Lips kiss my neck and cheek.

The voice…"Do you still hurt?"

I whisper, "Yes."

Hands running down my back, tracing the line of my spine down to the cleft of my ass.

The voice…"Where do you hurt?"

I whisper, "My thighs and…"

Fingers probing between my legs, dipping between my slit and rubbing against my hole.

The voice…"Where else?"

I bite my lip and remain silent. My pussy aches and throbs, but I know it's not the hurt that I should be concerned about.

Fingers grab my swollen lips and pinch until I cry out.

The voice… "I asked you where else you hurt. Answer me."

"There. Oh, right there." I sob.

A hand cups my ass and fingers tease me, gently flicking across my clit, teasing my wet and swollen lips.

My body shakes with need. My pussy clenches against the teasing probe of the fingertip.

I whimper because I can't stop myself, flooding wetness, the ache increasing the need to be touched deep inside, so overwhelming that I rock my hips, crying out as I do so, because I know that I won't be allowed to feel anything in me.

The fingers and hand leave me immediately, I feel movement as I am left alone on the bed.

Silence.

Ear splitting silence.

"I'm sorry," I cry quietly. "Please…"

The voice, angry…"Get on your knees."

I wince as I do as I am told, sore muscles protest with every move.

I pull my knees up under me, legs together, my ass high in the air.

Soft moans from the voice behind me. 

Cool air floats against my hot wet skin as fingers brush across me, once, twice, gentle pressure against my clit and quick slip of a finger inside my slit and then they leave me again.

A rush of air against my skin before the stinging slap hits my ass.

I cry out as warm pain dances across my flesh. Nothing, no sounds, but my sobbing and the barely audible breathing behind me.

Another rush of air before the stings burn my ass again. No pausing this time, several frenzied minutes later, my skin is burning, and I can feel the welts beginning to rise.

I cry now, open, loudly, unable to stop, because I am ashamed of myself for not pleasing, not behaving.

Fingers dance across my ass, tracing the burning welts that crisscross my checks now.

Warm lips place kisses against my skin; wet tongue soothes the burning ache.

My crying quiets, I breathe deeply, whispering "Thank you."

Hot breath flows across my ass and thighs.

The voice…"Spread your legs."

I do as I am told, arching my back thrusting my hips out, exposing the swollen lips of my pussy.

I know what will happen next. 

Fingers spread my lips, hot tongue flicks against the inside of my pussy, long slow strokes, followed by quick, barely inside me flicks.

One long stroke of the tongue, pressed against my clit, up the length of my slit and lapping at my ass hole.

My muscles jerk and twitch at the sensations and I whimper my frustrations at not being able to remain still.

Teeth bite me, first on each cheek, moving down to suck my wet lips in, biting and nibbling at them.

My legs shake as I make myself stay still, more wetness floods my pussy.

My clit swells and hardens, also knowing what is about to happen. My body betrays me.

I can feel it happening before the leather strap touches me the first time. 

I am going to come and I can't stop it.

The cool leather slaps against my pussy, the end of it flipping up and welting the soft skin of my belly.

I cry out and try to tuck my tender skin under me, willing the pulsing sensation to stop.

My movement only causes the end of the strap the sting my clit.

I scream, begging for it to stop. Screaming that I am coming, sobbing that I am weak and undeserving of the punishment that I am receiving.

Another stinging slap from the leather strap; my back arches deeply and my legs spread further apart; hips roll, searching, wanting, needing to feel the pain again. 

Clit throbbing, pussy aching and dripping, muscles flexing, begging like the slut that I am.

Quiet. 

Silence. 

The only sound is that of the door opening and closing again.

Alone.

Ashamed.

Undeserving.

Pussy aching.

Clit throbbing.

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Sore.

Everything aches.

Arms still stretched above my head, wrists throbbing from the shackles.

Back, hips, and thighs protest the slightest movement.

Legs still spread, ass in the air.

The door opens and closes.

My pulses races, breath catches, pussy instantly floods.

My eyes squeeze shut behind the darkness of the blindfold.

Fingers trace the darkening lines from the leather strap. I know I will have some bruises; it hurt too much for them not to be there.

Movement on the bed, hands on my hips as legs brush against mine.

Fingers run up and down my spine in slow lazy circles.

A hand cups my right ass cheek, fingers brush across my hole.

My muscles twitch in response.

Snorted amusement behind me as first one finger then another slip inside my wet pussy.

The moan escapes me before I can stop it.

The voice…"You can't help it can you?"

Whispered moans, "I'm sorry…I want to please, I want to behave."

The fingers leave me.

I drop my head, a disappointed sigh, and I wait.

Fingers enter me again.

I bite down on my lips and trap the moan, begging my body to be still.

Fingers press down as they slide in and out of me.

Warmth spreads through me, my hands fist in their cuffs. I will not move, I will not speak, I will please.

Circling pressure against my clit, so much wetness between my legs as the fingers continue to move inside me.

Fingers pull out of my pussy, slowly circling my ass hole.

Slight pressure as one finger enters, then another.

I feel my ass stretching around them as they pump in and out of me. My body tingles, my nipples hurt. 

I want to thrust my hips back.

I do nothing; I relax everything and let the feelings sweep over me.

Slight movement behind me and I feel a new pressure against my slit.

A smile tips my lips as I feel it enter me.

Just the head, no further.

My pussy quivers at the intrusion, but I stay still.

The cock enters me slowly, until it's buried inside me.

I stay still.

Just as slowly the cock pulls out, until the head is just inside.

The voice… "Milk me."

I do.

Slowly flexing my muscles, softly at first, then as tightly as I can.

Deep moans from behind me as the cock slowly enters me again, fingers still pumping my ass as a third one joins the tightness.

Hot breath rushes from me as the feeling of being so full over comes me. 

My pussy tightens around the cock and moans escape my lips.

My hips flex, wanting to buck back, wanting the cock and fingers so deep inside me.

They both leave me.

My chest tightens as the tears run from my eyes.

Pressure against my tight hole, pushing slowly, then forcing inside of me.

I gasp, quickly biting my lips to keep from crying out.

The cock fully inside my ass, hips rocking against me.

Slowly pulling out, only to ram back in.

I cry out, my hips rolling, pushing back.

The cock stills inside me.

Hands rub up my back, and down to squeeze my ass.

The cock slowly pulls out to the head.

The voice…" My pet" the cock pushes inside me again, "You're trying so hard to please me, aren't you?"

Whispered, "yes."

The voice…"But failing miserably."

The cock pulls completely out of me.

I gasp.

Movement on the bed, and I am alone.

The door opens and closes.

I have failed to please once more.

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My eyes closed beneath the cloth against my face, it's once cooling wetness bringing me soothing relief, now only causing irritation.

Shoulders aching, muscles burning, I just want to stretch out and sleep.

Sleep.

My head begins to drop, hanging heavily from my neck, shoulders burning in protest of the movement.

The door opens and closes.

I remain motionless, in almost the same position as when I was left.

No sound, no movement.

I turn my head slightly… listening… searching.

Nothing, there's no one there.

I let my head drop again.

I am alone.

Hands wrap around my ankles and yank my knees out from under me.

I cry out in surprise and pain as my tense muscles are stretched without warning.

The hands release my ankles, trailing fingers across the bottom of my feet as they go.

My upper body is hanging by my wrist.

Movement next to me as one arm slides under me at my waist, fingers wrap against my side.

Another cry of surprise as I am flipped over and moved further up the bed at the same time.

I am now lying on my back, with just enough slack in my restraints for the pressure to ease and my arms to hang freely.

I moan loudly as knotted muscles relax the same instant that lax muscles kink and cramp.

Movement next to me again, I can feel the body, not close enough to touch me, but near enough to feel the heat radiating up my entire side.

Fingers drag across my face, against my jaw and down my neck.

I press my lips tightly and swallow, feeling the pressure from the fingers as they follow the flex of my throat.

Slow tracing across my collarbone, brushing sweeps against the tops of my breasts.

I inhale deeply, feeling my nipples harden more.

Shifting next to me, wetness against one nipple, and then the other.

My breath leaves me in a rush.

I squeeze my eyelids tightly, biting my tongue, begging, pleading with my body to stay still.

The fingers dance across my ribs, down one side and up the other, pausing to run lightly across each curve of my breasts before making lazy circles down my stomach, finally resting against my right hip.

The muscles in my stomach have twitched under the light teasing touches, but I've not utter a sound

I whisper silently to myself, hoping that I've not displeased.

The fingers move to pull at the light dusting of curls above my pussy as lips wrap around one of my nipples, sucking, tongue licking.

I clench my jaw, breathing deeply through my nose.

The fingers move between my legs, rubbing against my clit and spreading my wetness across my swollen slit.

I open my eyes behind the blindfold, breath rushing past my parted lips.

No movement, I lay still, feeling the heat spread from my pussy, down my legs and across my belly.

Long, agonizing minutes pass, the torture continues, my only weakness, shuddering gasps as my clit hardens and throbs beneath the expert touches.

I can feel those lips smile against my skin.

New tingling sensations flash across my heated flesh.

I've done well.

Swift movement and I feel the body press against me.

Hard cock rubs against my belly as legs push between mine, urging them open. 

Sucking my bottom lip between my teeth and biting down, I open my legs, slowly pulling them up towards my chest.

Movement around me as legs brush against my hips and the cock rubs against my wetness.

I bite down harder on my lip, but a soft moan still escapes.

Fingers dig into my flesh as hands grip the back of my thighs, opening me wider.

One swift motion and I am impaled.

I cry out, head back, gasping for air.

My body has no time to adjust as the cock begins to pound into me.

Legs spread, body pinned to the bed.




Lessons Learned



Harsh grunting above me, fingers digging so deeply into my skin, I can feel the nails pierce my skin.

The voice… harsh, breathless with every thrust, "Pet… slave… slut… my whore."

I raise my head, breath ragged, "…yes ….yes …yes …YES!"

The force of the cock plunging deep inside me, eases, slightly.

My entire body begins to tremble; my pussy begins to spasm around the cock still buried inside me.

I moan and push out, against the cock, trying to stop the violent tightening.

Low deep growling above me.

The cock swells inside me as it pounds into me mercilessly.

The deep growl turns animalistic above me, howling, roaring out as I feel the eruption deep within.

Groaning, moaning, shuddering thrusts and the body collapses, forehead resting between my breasts, hot breath rushing against my skin.

I lay there, chest heaving, legs burnings, hips screaming to be freed.

Pussy swollen, bruised, aching. 

The corners of my lips tip as a smile threatens.

The fingers release their grip; hands slide off my legs, pushing them down before slipping under me to wrap around my waist.

Wet kisses across the underside of my breasts, trailing down, leaving me as my legs are opened again, legs resting over thighs, hard cock still inside me.

Fingers rubbing, pinching and pulling at my throbbing clit as the cock rocks back and forth.

Hot, burning, warmth spreads through me.

Eyes squeezed shut; mouth opens in a silent scream.

The voice… "Well done."

My body shakes, back arches as the wave sweeps over me.

Head tilted back, gasping, sobbing, "Thank you."

The cock slowly pulls out of me.

Gentle kisses across my belly, up to my neck, across my jaw, lightly across my panting lips.

The voice… "My pet."

Fingers lightly tease and then they are gone.

Silence.

The door opens and closes softly.

I have done well.

I have pleased.

And, yet, I am alone. 



Lessons Learned



Knock. Knock. "That'll be $17.50."

"Here you go."

"Earl, give that man a tip!"

"A tip? Oh yeah. Stay away from the track!" Earl you cheap motherfucker. You got me again. And I gotta stand here with this stupid smile as you close the door in my face. I've long since learned not to give you the satisfaction of slamming the door in on me with my hand out. This is bullshit, I think to myself. A 27 year old black man delivering pizza in my spare time for some extra cash. Life shore isn't going the way I pictured it so far.

"Young man!" I here a call from the distance, interrupting my thoughts as I'm about to jump into my ride. 

"Huh!?!"

"Did Earl tip you like I told him?"

You know that cheap bastard ain't comin' off no cash. Never has, never will. "No ma'am," is what I reply.

"I'm so sorry. Could you come back for a minute while I get you something. "Earl you cheap fucker. How man times I got to tell you..." I walk back to the house as she gives Earl a thorough tongue lashing. I can't help but laugh. A year an a half she's been yelling to Earl to tip me, and a year and a half I've been jipped. I guess she's had enough of being ignored. Let's see how she makes amends for 18 months of dissing, I think to myself as I finish my long slow walk back to the door. Come on old woman. I look at my watch. Fuck taking you so long.

"Come on in young man" I slowly creep through the door, adjusting my eyes to the light. "Here in the living room." She yells out. Been here at least 15 times, and have never been past this front door. Their living room is 15 feet away. Just have to go down this hall. Not exactly the color I would've gone with, but I ain't paying the bills. I check out the pictures on the walls as I head towards the living room. They're all pictures of the old lady. She used to be a dancer. Damn she was hot. Look at that tight little spankable ass. That's the problem I have with white women. They look like a sexy dancing butterfly today, then somebodies grandmother tomorrow. The last couple are of her in sexy outfits in different dancing positions. Her body was magnificent. I'm approaching the end of the hallway.

"Wooeee!!!!!" My knees get weak. The room spins. My mind begins to shut down. I turn to exit. What the fuck did I just see? I try to rationalize, but my mind just can't comprehend. Come on, move damn it. I hate it when you want to do something, but your body won't cooperate. The room spun faster faster. Everything got darker darker.

"Wake up honey. It's OK. Just had a little spell is all" I could feel sprinkles of water on my face. Things were foggy but clearing. "Ooh you black buck you" Yeah, black buck. Black buck? Suddenly I felt all warm and fuzzy inside. The sky was blue. Water was wet. There's nothing like your girl waking you up with a fantastic blow job. But didn't she kick me to the couch over a week ago. Wait! Where the fuck!?! The fog lifted a little more. More water sprinkles. "Slurpp. Mmm, you taste wonderful.

Ooh Godddd! I am so afraid to look down between my legs! WHY OH LORD!! I scream out in my head. I open one eye then the other. The old woman is in front of me on her knees smiling as she looks up at me. I never really got a look at her before. Earl always answered the door. Now that I see her up close, she ain't too bad looking. Not that old either. Gotta be in her early forties. What the fuck Earl got in them jeans to keep this bitch. To my right I see Earl, old and wrinkled. Sixtyish, standing there in bra and matching panties and garters. I almost pass out again, but manage to maintain. Help me Jesus, I done woke up in freaky town."Listen. Brother man just wanted a tip."

"We got a lot of tips to make up." She said in her sexiest kitten voice.

"Just one will due."

"Oh no. Earl here's got to learn. Don't you Earl?!" She yelled to him as she pulled a small whip from nowhere and spanked his wrinkled pantied ass. After dozens of smart assed tips, Earl was finally speechless. Along with today's gem, I've received such great tips as avoid the clap, don't drop the soap, and my personal favorite don't eat yellow snow. "Earl's been a bad boy," she purrs as she turns her attention back to me. "Earl knows that he is to do exactly what I say, when I say it. Isn't that right Earl?"

"Yes mistress," he offers back weakly. seeing Earl like this is comical. Along with his saucy undies, Earl is sporting a roach clip on each nipple. They are joined together by a gold chain. He has gloves on each hand that extend to his elbows, and a collar around his neck. When I first entered, I could have sworn she was leading him on his hand and knees by a leash. What a sight. 

"I've told you to give this young man a tip time and again, and you haven't listened once!" She gave him a harsh scolding look that sent chills down both our spines. Turning her attention back to me, she began sensuously rubbing my dick. I told myself that I had to get out of here, but my little man betrayed me. How can you get hard at a time like this, you little prick. You get any harder, I'll cut you off myself. I swear on low! Did he listen? Does he ever fucking listen when I tell him no. How could I explain this to my girl. File this one under what she don't know won't hurt her. Getting back to the action, she told me that I was going to enjoy showing earl the error of his ways. "Are you ready?" I tried to maintain my composure, maintain my friendly delivery boy to customer tone of voice in my reply. 

"BITCH ARE YOU CRAZY!?," is what I meant to say anyway. It came out sounding more like, "I don't think we should" That's the best I could do with her talented mouth wrapped around my member. She ignored me by sucking even harder. I didn't have a chance. My eyes shut. My toes curled up. Bitch ass nigga. I surrendered, grabbed a lock of brunette and streaking gray hair. If you can't be 'em, join 'em. 

She began degrading Earl between sucks. "Look at me suck this big black cock Earl." Suck, suck. "I'm going to satisfy myself with this big chocolate cock." Suck, suck. "This cock is going to satisfy me like yours never could." Suck, suck.

At this time, I felt the need to interject. "Let's get this straight baby," I said finally asserting some authority. "That's a full grown DICK you're sucking on hun. You see that there," I said pointing to the pantied geezer standing idly by. "Pull your panties down bitch!" It didn't surprise me in the least when he complied without a word. "That little shriveled thing is a cock. Suck this man's dick!" Still having a handful of hair, I forced the little man down her throat until she gagged.

"You hear that Earl?" She said breathlessly when I finally let her up for air. "I'm sucking a real man's dick. You don't have a dick Earl. You don't even have a cock. You got a little pecker Ea...(gulp) I didn't let her finish. Too much talking, more sucking. "He's dominating me with his big dick Ea..." (gulp) She drove me crazy as the urgency increased in her voice and sucking. "I can get your entire little pecker in my mouth, but not this big black dick Ea..." (gulp) I was purposely timing that last Earl from her lips with a slam on my dick. "Look Earl, I can't even close my hand around it. Go ahead, put your little pecker between your fingers and play with yourself. I bet this dick could fuck me all night. Can you even get it up Ea..." (gulp) She knew what i was doing, and she kept feeding me that last Earl. "I should make you suck his dick Earl. Let you feel real dick in your wrinkled mouth. You would suck a dick wouldn't you bitch."

She lost me on that one. "Let's not and say we... On second thought, let's just not." Her mouth was good, but that last statement told me it was time to make a change, time to give her THE DICK! I got to my feet, dragging her by her hair to a kneeling position. With her ass high in the air, I opened my legs and bent my knees, bringing my midsection down to her level. This was one of my patented moves. I chose this one for its nasty look. I've watched myself in the mirror while performing this little maneuver. It looks absolutely obscene. Standing there fucking her from behind, never letting go of the hair, towering over her like some giant Mandingo warrior. Riding her like some crazed demon. I grabbed my member with my free hand, slapped her across her lily white ass a few times with it. She had a sudden intake of breath. I could see red marks form where my dick made contact with her milky behind. "Prepare yourself bitch. This is gonna hurt!"

Just like that, I slammed my rock hard dick full into that pussy. She let out a blood curdling scream. I bathed in her agony. I could tell Earl was impressed. He came immediately while jerking little peter between is thumb and pointer finger. Thank god this is a house and not an apartment. I can imagine what 5-0 would think busting up in here, seeing a young black man abusing this old woman's poor white pussy. I know this town, shoot first ask questions later. 

After no less than 5 minutes of screaming, she was able to roll with the pounding. She resumed her degrading of Earl. "I'm finally being fucked by a real dick Earl. He's fucking killing me. That's why Mom left your sorry ass all those years back! You never gave her a good fuck in your life." That last comment almost made me miss a stroke. ALMOST! My dick hardened unbearably instead. If at all possible, I increased my tempo, increased the force of my pounding. "This is my new Daddy Earl! Fuck me Daddy! Fuck your white pussy! This is your pussy Daddy! Cum in your white... She never finished. Her body tensed. She shook violently as though she were epileptic. Her spasming pussy brought me to the brink, but I had one more surprise. Just before I unleashed my seed, I pulled out, aimed for that tight fisted puckered brown opening. My stroke could not have been truer. BLAMM!! The blood curdling wail returned one last time. Millions of my little boys swam forth into that good night. 

I finally released her hair from my clutches. She collapsed in a heap. I admired my handy work as I dressed myself. Enough admiring I thought, how am I going to explain being gone for so long on one delivery. She hadn't moved much while I was dressing. As a matter of fact, she hadn't moved at all. I wasn't sure if she were even conscious. My head was getting bigger by the second. She finally stirred. Feebly she ordered Earl to clean the cum of a real man, my cum, out of her asshole. Of course he immediately moved behind her and started gently lapping at her abused asshole.

"I gotta go" I couldn't take it. I'm a freak, but these people are FREAKS. Poor Earl. I bet he'll tip me next time.

(next week) Knock. Knock. "That'll be $17.50"

"Here you go."

"Earl. give that man a tip!"

"A tip? Oh yeah. Make love not war." Slam. Right in my face.

"Oh lord. Here we go again."



Lessons Learned



The phone rings and I sleepily reach over to answer it. Who would be calling me at this hour? I looked at the clock. It read Five AM. I pick up the receiver and answer with a half asleep tone in my voice.

"Hello?"

"Slave I want you prepared for my return. Do I make myself clear?" 

"Yes Master." I reply. Now fully awake.

"Good." He says and hangs up. 

I could not have gone back to sleep if I wanted to. The tone in Master's voice had been very harsh. He did not sound happy at all. I wondered if I had angered him somehow. But he had been away for two weeks Taking care of the closing on our place in Tennessee. We had only moved to Texas six weeks ago.

What could I have done? Had he found out I had not taken proper care of his property by not going to the hospital voluntarily when I needed to? My mind raced as I got up and headed to the bathroom for my shower.Knowing I had somehow disappointed him crushed me. Master did not usually resort to physical punishment. He knew how hard I was on myself and how just the tone in his voice could reduce me to tears. Somehow though I think this was going to be different. I was not sure why. Perhaps it was because of the tone of his voice and the abrupt way he hung up. But, somehow I just knew I was in for a very severe punishment.

After I completed my shower I dried my body off with a big fluffy towel. My eyes fell upon the tattoo that Master had taken me to get just three weeks ago. It was the chinese symbol for slave and it was on my left breast. I ran my hand over it slowly. Remembering that day fondly. I loved looking at it. It reminded me of my position in life as his slave.

As I stood there recalling that day and then thinking back to his call an hour ago my eyes began to fill with tears. What had I done to displease the man I so adored? Thoughts began flooding my mind. What had he heard? What was he going to do? How long did I have to prepare?!? I looked at the clock sitting on the bathroom shelf. SHIT! He called almost an hour and a half ago. I better get busy I thought to myself.

I hurriedly began straightening out the house room by room. It was not terribly messy. Just a few glasses sitting about and the newspaper from the day before was scattered over the coffee table. Although it was not a mess Master preferred everything in it's place. I had been tired when I returned home from work last night and did not get everything done. Once I had everything back in it's place I gave the furniture a quick polish. Now that everything sparkled I could begin getting myself ready.

I went back into our spacious bedroom to prepare myself. The bedroom was truly one of my favorite rooms in the house. Well other than the play room. It had a plush rose colored carpet. The furniture was victorian in style, Like something from out of Gone With The Wind. The four post bed was a very sturdy one. Perfect for bondage. The furniture although most of it was antique shone like it was brand new. The bed was covered in black satin sheets and comforter. In the air you could smell the aroma of the lavender scented candles.

I picked up my collar held it up to my lips and kissed it. I could smell the fine leather. I inhaled deeply and then placed it around my neck; Master had it made special for me. It was a purple collar with a heart on each side of the o ring which hung from the front. In the back it had a lock. I picked up the lock and snapped it into place. The only time my collar had been removed was to shower. Without my collar I felt naked even if I had layer upon layer of clothing on.

I stopped for a moment trying to think of what exactly Master would like me in when he returned. He had not been specific. All he said was be prepared. I decided to just slip on a simple sun dress, no panties and no bra. Waste of material any ways I thought. I much preferred going pantie less and letting my 38 C breasts go free whenever I could. I brushed my long red hair and let it stay down free. Master loves it that way. 

I headed to the play room to retrieve my matching wrist and ankle restraints. I thought I should probably have them on before Master returned. I buckled and locked each one into place and was so involved in what I was doing I had not even heard the door open and someone enter the house. Quietly she stood behind me. Not moving nor saying a word. I had no idea I was being watched. I looked around the playroom making sure everything was just where it belonged and put away neatly. The play room was indeed spotless. Even the cage shone brightly. We rarely used the cage but Master had gotten it "just in case we need it" He knew I was not exactly crazy about the cage. He mainly saved it for punishment. I shuddered thinking I would probably be spending some time in it very soon from the stern way in which Master spoke this morning.

I gave the play room one more quick glance and said aloud. "I think he will be pleased with the way things are in here."

"Are you sure slave?" I hear a woman's voice say. Startled I quickly spin around.

"Mistress Dora hello. I did not know you were here." 

"Obviously not slave." she remarked. .I quickly kneeled with my ass high in the air and my head to the floor. I wanted so badly to gaze up at her and all her beauty. Mistress was five foot nine and had the most beautiful wavy red hair that hung down over her shoulders. It was so silky soft and smelled of flowers. She had a slender build with large beautiful breasts. She was truly a vision to behold. And today she was wearing her black mini leather skirt, corset top and a pair of high heel boots. To say she was a knockout would be putting it mildly.

"You may rise slave." Mistress said.

"Thank you Mistress Dora." I replied quickly rising to my feet.

"Mistress would you care for some refreshment? We have some sweet tea in the fridge I made fresh." I asked her.

"Yes slave, get it and bring it to me in the living room." She answered.

Quickly I rush off to the kitchen to get Mistress a drink. I again glance at the clock to notice what time it is. DAMN! I say as I hurry to get the tea. Three hours have passed. Master could be here anytime. My nerves are on edge and I drop a glass and it falls to the floor and shatters into a hundred pieces. I let out a low growl of frustration before getting down to pick up the glass and clean the mess. Once everything is cleaned up I pour Mistress another glass of tea and bring it to her in the living room. 

She is sitting on the couch, relaxed with her feet up on the ottoman in front of her. A riding crop laying across her lap. I kneel and hand her the tea.

"Thank you slave you may sit."

Mistress and I talk while waiting for Master. She can tell I am distracted. My mind can't help but wonder what Master knows, what he is going to punish me with. All I know is it must be something major. Suddenly I remember I had not taken my medication. Master always counted them to make sure I had taken them as I am supposed to.

"Mistress may I be excused for a moment?" I ask in a panic.

"For what slave?" She asks

"Mistress I need to take my medications." I reply nervously.

"Go and be quick about it."

"Yes Mistress, Thank you." 

I get up and quickly run off to the bathroom. "Damn, I hate these water pills," I think to myself as I pop one in my mouth. Followed by my thyroid medication. I down a glass of water and swallow them before rushing back out to the living room. When I return I see that Master is back. He looks so handsome standing there in his blue jeans, white button down shirt and black leather jacket. Quickly I get into position to greet him, My ass high in the air arms out stretched and head to the floor. Master slowly walks over to me, circling me he lifts up my dress and inspects me. "Very good slave glad to see you are prepared. About time you were obedient." Master said, giving me a hard swat on the ass with his hand. 

"I have had a rather distressing report about your behavior slave and we are going to correct that. I am sorry you need to learn some lessons the hard way. This will definitely be the hard way. It is not something you will soon forget that is for sure." Master then orders me to kneel before him as he sits in his chair. He begins lecturing me.

"Slave you are my property. Yet you have not taken proper care of my property. If I were to leave something else of value in your care would you treat it well or would you ignore it and not do anything for it. Allowing it to perhaps die or become broken and damaged?"

"Master I would care for it very much Sir." I reply with my eyes downcast in shame.

"You are MY property are you not?"

"Yes Master." 

"Then WHY did you NOT take proper care of yourself and risk your health while I was away?"

"Master I am sorry. I look to him with pleading eyes. "I did not think it was serious."

"THAT my dear slave is not your choice to make. If you have a problem you seek medical help and do NOT argue with ANYONE! ESPECIALLY your MISTRESS or MYSELF. And for the record, chest pain is a very serious matter. You also disobeyed a direct order from your Mistress. That type of behavior little lady will NOT be tolerated. Is that understood? He said placing a finger under my chin and lifting so that our eyes met. I usually loved looking into his eyes they were dark but oh so beautiful. They usually sparkled. But today all I saw in them was hurt and disappointment. I had put that look there.

"Yes Master I understand, I am sorry I did not take proper care of your property. Mistress I am sorry I did not listen to you as well." I reply with my head hanging down just wishing the lecture were over. Wishing they would just beat me. I can't stand to hear the disappointment in his voice and tears continued streaming down my face. My heart is broken. I have let down the two people I love most in this world

"Slave, crawl to the playroom. When you get there you are to go to the corner and kneel waiting for us." Master orders. 

"Yes Master." I reply as I turn to crawl away Mistress swats my ass with the crop and tells me to get moving. I crawl as quickly as I can to the room. I went to the corner and kneeled putting my hands behind my head. I waited for what seemed like forever before I heard the heavy soundproofed door squeak open. 

I hear Master coming up behind me his heavy boots thumping on the cold hard floor. Master is truly a very handsome man with his dark piercing eyes and his black wavy hair. His skin always so tan. Although Master is of mexican decent he was born right here in the united states. He still however had a bit of an accent. His accent could make me melt like a popsicle in the middle of summer. You could also tell that Master worked out. He had six pack abs that would make any woman drool. Although his chest was mainly hair free he did have that tease trail that I so loved to play with.

There would be no playing today however. I was in for a serious punishment and I knew it. I also knew I deserved it. Master reached up under my hair and pulled me up to my feet. He turns me around to face him and I immediately lower my eyes not wanting to see that look of disappointment in them. 

"Look at me NOW slave." Master said with a stern sound in his voice. Slowly I raised my eyes up to his.

"Slave normally I do not punish you very harshly but this time you have pushed me too far. You will regret your actions. You will learn to take proper care of my property AND to obey when you are given a direct order!" With that said he led me over to the middle of the room. He and Mistress raised my hands above my head and fastened them to the chains above. He then pulled on the chain rasing me up so that I was only on my tip toes. 

Mistress then placed a spreader bar between my legs spreading them far apart. She fastened them to my cuffs and I was now suspended, open and bound, and completely helpless.

"Jose would you like her gagged?" I hear Mistress ask of Master

"No I think not Dora, Let her scream, this is a soundproof room after all. He answers.

"Hmmmm I do love the sound of a screaming slave." Mistress said with a big grin spreading across her face.

"Ladies first." Master said pointing the way to the wall of various torture devices. He then took out his knife and cut my dress away. It fell to the floor in shreds at his feet.

I could hear Mistress as she walked towards the wall where the toys were hung. Her high heel boots clicking as she walked across the room. She studied the toys carefully before selecting the single tail. I had not experienced much of the single tail but I knew it had one hell of a bite. Mistress cracked the whip once in the air for emphasis which made me jump. They both chuckled at my reaction.

I heard the sound of the whip whooshing through the air again. This time however it connected with my ass. Mistress gave me twenty lashes with the whip. By the time she was done I was sobbing. I had marks up and down my back, ass, and a couple on the backs of my thighs. Normally I loved when I had marks. But these were not badges of honor. They were marks of shame. I knew I had done wrong. I was deserving of whatever I was going to be receiving. I knew better than to disobey a direct order. Yet, I had done it. Furthermore, I was Master's property, he owns me mind, body and soul. I treated his property worse than if it was the dirt on the bottom of one's shoes.

I was sobbing almost uncontrollably now. Not from pain, but from shame. I was ashamed of the way I had acted and displeased Master and Mistress Dora. I did not notice Master as he walked over to the wall and picked up the rattan cane. However, I sure felt it as it connected with my bare flesh. I let out a yelp like a whipped puppy. My body swung from the chains above. Master steadied me and waited until my toes were once again on the floor before delivering nineteen more strokes with the cane. 

Master and Mistress Dora carefully got me down from the ceiling. They helped me over to the long leather bench on the other side of the room. I was so exhausted they had to help me walk over to it. I was instructed to lay on my belly across the bench. I thought I was going to be flogged or spanked some more. Instead they both sat down beside me and began lovingly rubbing salve into my sore back, ass, and thighs. Easing the pain some and calming me down as well. Once I was not sobbing as badly Master began speaking to me in a soft loving voice.

"Little one, you are forgiven." Master said tenderly, as he brushed his hand across my tear stained cheeks. "I am sorry you have to be punished like this. We both love you very much and want what is best for you." 

"My Pet" Mistress spoke. "I forgive you for your disobedience as well. Although the physical part of your punishment is over you are going to be given some time alone to really think about what it is you did. We love you and would have been crushed if anything had happened to you." 

"Master, Mistress Dora I am so sorry I behaved so badly." I said between sobs. "I know I deserve every bit of what I get and I thank you for caring enough to punish me for my behavior." I again broke down in tears. Master and Mistress Dora both held me until I once again calmed down. They then helped me to my feet and walked me towards the cage. 

Before ushering me into the cage Master reached around my neck and taking the small key from around his neck he unlocked and removed my collar. I panicked and began crying again. 

"Please Master Please I promise I will be good please don't release me. Pleeease!" I begged.

"Little one I am not by any means releasing you, I love you too much to even consider that. I am simply removing your collar and hanging it here on the wall where you can see it and think about what you were putting on the line." With that said Master gave me a soft kiss and told me it was time for me to get in the cage. Slowly I crawled in and turned around as Mistress locked the door behind me.

The cage was about six feet long and only four feet high. I could not stand upright in it. But, I was not feeling like standing right now anyway. I instead went to the back corner of the cage and curled up. I gazed out between the bars of my cell and saw my collar hanging upon the wall where Master had put it. I thought about my actions and how Mistress had ordered me to go to the hospital and get checked out. How I disobeyed a direct order she had given me. I thought about how badly I had treated Master's property. Even a dog would have been treated better than the way I treated his property. I also thought about how lucky I was to have two such wonderful people who cared about me so much. That was not something I was willing to ever risk again.

The door to the playroom had been left open. I could hear loud noises of hammers and drills. I also heard as someone else came to the front door. I listened intently trying to place the voice. Finally I hear it is Sir Dan. I wonder what they are doing in the next room. But soon am too tired to even care. I drift off to sleep curled up in my cage.

Master comes in and wakes me. I stretch and sit up. Flinching as I feel my sore bottom against the metal bottom of the cage.

"Ready to come out my love?" Master asked.

"Oh yes Master please. I have thought about all you said. I am so very sorry."

"Good I am glad to hear it." Master replied unlocking the cage and letting me out. "I think I have the solution to why you have been so naughty. Come out with me to the living room and I will explain it, and my solution to you."

Master got my collar off the wall and took me by the hand leading me back to the living room. He sat down on his comfy, big black recliner and pulled me onto his lap. I always loved cuddling with Master and it was routine that when punishment was done he would always cuddle me and tell me how much he loved me. I loved too that Mistress always did the same thing. I would sit next to her and she would hold me and gently stroke my hair. It was such a safe and secure feeling. 

Today's snuggling time however was different. It was still very loving and gentle yet the topic of discussion was very different.

"Kitten." Master began. "I think we have discovered the root of your problem. You were not raised properly. But not to worry We have come up with a solution."

I looked at Master with a curious look wondering what on earth this solution was. At the same time I was a bit worried as well. 

"I am going to raise you again myself. With help from your Mistress as well."

I looked at Master with a confused look on my face. How could he raise me again? I was already a grown woman. Seeing my confusion Master began explaining.

"We are going to begin at the beginning. You are first going to become my baby girl. If you behave you will be allowed to gradually grow up as I or your Mistress see fit. Misbehave and you get paddled like a small child. And yes that is WITH corner time. Now are you ready to see your new room?"

"My new room Master?" I asked. "But I sleep in the bedroom with you, I don't understand."

"You will soon little one, come with me." Master helped me up, got up and took me by the hand. We headed back towards the playroom.

"Master am I sleeping in the playroom?" I asked

"No my dear." he said opening the door next to the playroom. "You are sleeping in your nursery."

Sure enough when I looked inside it was in fact a nursery. So, that was what was going on in there while I was in the cage. This was not a nursery like any I had ever seen. This one had an oversized crib. Big enough for an adult. On one wall was a large table with a plastic coated pad on it. Underneath there were things like plastic pants, large diapers, baby powder, lotion and any thing else a baby would need. On another wall was a large toy box overflowing with toys. There was a un mistakable soft scent of baby powder in the room. It smelled so soft and so sweet.




Lessons Learned



Master led me all of the way into the room. As I looked around slowly I felt my womanhood slipping away. Instead of being surrounded by fine art pieces and satin sheets I was surrounded by pink walls and a Disney princess decor. Instead of a large four post bed there was a white crib with a mobile hanging from it. Mistress opened the closet asking me if I would like to see my new clothes. I stared in disbelief at the clothes hanging in the large walk in closet. They were all oversized baby clothes. Frilly pink and lavender outfits with cartoon characters on them. I thought I must be dreaming, this can't be real. I pinched myself but discovered it in fact was very real. I wanted to cry right on the spot. 

"Oh Jose can I get the baby dressed for her first day of her new life?" Mistress asked.

"Of course Dora be my guest." Master replied grinning.

Mistress came over and took me by the hand she lead me over to the large table where the changing supplies were. I followed behind her in a daze. I could not believe what was happening. I lay there motionless as Mistress Dora powdered and diapered me. She then went to the closet and selected a short pink dress with ruffles and lace and slid it over my head. She put a pair of pink booties on my feet and to the collar of my dress she attached a pacifier clip complete with pacifier.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror across the room. This morning I had been a forty year old grown woman. Now here I was thickly diapered and looking and smelling like a baby! Any evidence of my adult hood gone. My mind raced with questions. How long was I going to be like this? Who was going to see me this way? Would I have to go out in public like this? I was in too much shock to voice any of my thoughts so I just sat there quietly.

"Well Jose you have one very adorable baby girl." Mistress said

"Thank you Dora I think she is just so beautiful."

"Indeed she is Jose." Sir Dan replied. "Just do me one favor Jose."

"What's that Dan?" Master asked.

"Don't ask me to change any diapers." 

Everyone began laughing except for me of course. Surely they were not going to make me use these. But, I would soon find out just how wrong I was as any last smidgen of womanhood I may have had left was out the window as I was forced to for the first time in thirty nine years wet a diaper.



Lessons Learned



Another Dick and Ayva story for your enjoyment. Any resemblance to anyone real or imagined is purely coincidental and I am not talking.

Enjoy, 

Xantu


Ayva had always wished that Dick would be her Master, and despaired. It always seemed that if Dick knew what she wanted he would do the opposite. But Ayva was so enamored with the concept that she had pretended. She imagined his orders, and obeyed. She offered herself to him without limits, begging him to tell her what he wanted, how she may be more pleasing to him. She told him he was her Master. Dick looked perplexed and somehow at a loss at Ayva's antics. But sometimes he did little things to appease her and most of the time Ayva was satisfied with that. Ayva told herself she was satisfied with baby steps. She did not realize how far they had taken her. 

Ayva lay in the hot water of the bathtub, listening to Dick slamming things around the kitchen, muttering and cursing about the cupboard doors, not being able to find things, generally being Dick. Ayva had no idea why he was complaining about the kitchen so much. She had cleaned it up really good yesterday afternoon despite the pain. Dick had said, "Clean up the kitchen and run the dishwasher." A precious command, one of the few he had ever given her. It did not matter that her back was in constant spasms, she cleaned up the kitchen. He had given the direction yesterday morning before leaving for work and her back had gone out right after lunch.

As the water cooled Ayva looked idly at the myriad little bruises scattered down her legs. It had taken them about twenty four hours to show up. There was a small rug burn on her knee and a few more on the tops of her toes of one of her feet. She knew they matched the little on one the tip of her nose. She wondered what hand prints on her ass looked like but the stiffness in her back had kept her from twisting around to look.

Ayva knew that she would have to get up out of the bathtub soon and carefully planned on how she was going to manage this. It seemed like the slightest movement could make her whole back seize up and only the fear of making worse kept her from falling to her knees.

Dick had been very attentive, helping with all the little things, feeding her, bringing her medicine, helping her dry off, even helping her put on her panties. It was impossible to lean over. But his manner was amused and not a little satisfied. 

Ayva thought back to the email she had sent a friend early in the morning after it had happened. As usual she had been unable to sleep in his bed with him and slipped away to write and to think about the lessons she had learned that evening. 

I learned something important last night. My husband is my Master, completely and totally, just because it did not look the way i expected it to; it did not mean it was not there. 

I have a personality flaw, a thinking error that i am completely aware of and manage to keep control of most of the time but sadly sometimes i become a little crazy. And i did it again yesterday. If he does not make love to me, i tend to interpret that as rejection. He sometimes goes long periods of time without initiating intimacy and will refuse me if i ask him to make love to me. (Not scenes, just plain old "please hold me under the covers" loving). I become increasingly whiny and demanding and irritable. I am perfectly aware that this is not helpful... but it is amazing how crazy can keep going even when the sane person inside your head is yelling stop.

His being sick the last two months has not helped with this. My fears and anxiety about his illness and his tendency to withdraw even further when he does not feel good, increased that gap between us. He is much better but still was not "paying attention" to me. And i had a tantrum last night. Because i completely totally hate the idea that he is perhaps making love to me because he is "indulging" me and not because he wants me, i told him not to bother. Then i said that i take it all back that i did NOT want him to be my Master, that he could just be my husband, that I did not want to be good anymore and then I got quite rude and very disrespectful. He began to spank me and I told him he could not do that anymore.

LOL... i found out that once you give it... at least at my house... you cannot take it back. After a pretty dramatic wrestling match i found myself hogtied with an extension cord and getting my bottom blistered. It still hurts to sit. 

We will probably never have any spoken rules, and my leash will be long, but it does not mean it was not there.

He is justifiably pretty angry at me and keeps giving me looks, like "i dare you to try that again" looks that i think are calculated to communicate to me that i better fucking behave myself. That being good is not my choice. He gave me a direct order to sleep in our bed. (We rarely sleep together because i can't sleep, after 3 hours of lying there thinking i slipped back upstairs. He just followed me up and gave me the look again and i pleaded that i could not sleep and i tried for 3 hours. I asked if he wanted me to come back to bed and he growled that he would think about it but then went back to bed without me...)

And i find myself in a very pensive mood. I am a little angry and a little amused at myself for all this time thinking, just because it did not look like the way i expected, it to look that it was not there. That it had been there all along and i had it in my hand and did not appreciate it for what it was. I still have my Master/husband/lover, like i said it is not mine to take back. And he is not going to allow me to stop being his. 

And i feel a little overwhelmed and a lot guilty... and for some inexplicable reason still a little angry at him... because he is not one to say things out loud, to say what is or is not true... he is very emotionally secretive, distant and in many, many ways mysterious to me. I want it to be easier, to have him tell me exactly what the rules are, what he wants from me, but i know i have to accept it for what it is.

So i am owned and i do have a MASTER. I had it all along. SURPRISE...

After a few hours of being awake Ayva slipped back downstairs. She did not usually do that but today things felt a lot different.

When she woke in the morning much of the anger had dissipated and she knelt at Dick's feet and laid her face on his knee. "I'm sorry."

He did not speak.

She looked up at him and whispered, "How may I serve you."

Dick rolled his eyes and then muttered, "Get me some more coffee."

As he left for work today she asked him again. "Is there anything you want me to do while you are at work today?"

Again he rolled his eyes and frowned and then said, "Clean up the kitchen and run the dishwasher even if it isn't full."

Ayva worked on her stories and emailed friends most of the day, watching the clock. Typically she was waiting until the last minute to do the cleaning. It was around 3:00 pm when she reached behind her back to adjust the cushion she was leaning against and 'pop' something clicked or snapped and she felt a stabbing pain in her back. "Damn it!"

The last thing she needed was Dick getting all apprehensive about hurting her. She stood up and the muscles repeatedly tried to contract and cramp up. She literally forced herself to relax and went and cleaned the kitchen. It only took a little while but it was a ballet of trying to appease the angry pain in her body and get the work done all the same.

She took some anti-inflammatory medication and got out an ice pack and tried to find a marginally comfortable position on the couch. 

Dick came home and Ayva casually mentioned that she was having some back pain and did not get up off the couch. Dick laughed and said that she shouldn't have fought so hard, and went to sleep in his chair. Ayva sat as long as she could and then moved into the guest room, and trying very hard not to cry out and wake him, lay down on her back, carefully secreting her icepack between the mattress and the knot in her back.

It was late in the evening when Ayva could not stand laying there doing nothing any longer and carefully, agonizingly eased her feet to the floor and levered herself to stand. Dick had moved and was asleep on the couch, her couch. She eyed his big recliner and put some pillows on it to help support her, put her laptop within reach and gingerly lowered herself to sit. 

Her friend had written her back, speaking of her more structured relationship with her husband/Master. Talking about how her Master handled her disobedience. Her friend had mentioned that perhaps Ayva had had a wish answered.

Ayva wrote back.

In the 'be careful what you wish for category'... our little um "learning experience" of yesterday was very strenuous. I DID NOT COOPERATE. I fought him every inch of the way. I have never done that with anyone ever in my life. I made no attempt to attack or hurt him but i did everything within my power to escape. He literally overpowered me, pinned me to the floor with my arms twisted up behind my back, held me there until i was too tired to fight any more, and then reached for the closest thing within reach (and extension cord) and tied me up... pulled down my pants and then gave me the spanking i said he could not do (like you i am not a crier, i hollered a lot, but never once felt like crying) ... After that the sex was very strenuous... "Stand up, lean over and put your hands on the floor." kind of strenuous... 

and because the universe has a cruel sense of humor... and i am a little old for this silliness... my back has gone into spasms.

Dick has been helpful and empathetic... if not sympathetic. It is now in the 'see you should behave yourself category', but i must say i was stuck laying flat on my back with ice packs most this afternoon. I am just barely up, carefully supported with more ice packs and checking my emails. This is only the second time in my life that i have had any back pain. 

Because every D/s relationship is unique... and my Dick is a very unusual person we will probably never have a structured Master/sub relationship. He hates rules, he is not consistent. He would rather do things for himself than be bothered with telling me what to do. He could not be less interested in monitoring my behavior. Or having rules like set a place at the table or sit here, or wait for me to eat. Like i said my leash is quite long. So long i did not realize it was there until i decided to try and (even as a rebellious gesture) take it off and got jerked up off my feet.

I was not serious about leaving him. It was just the crazy part of me that feels like he does not want me sometimes. It is not even about being horny, it's about wanting to feel loved and valued. He is pretty emotionally distant a lot of the time and making love is one of those times i can feel close to him. He has a pattern of teasing me with it... acting like maybe today... oh never mind... go sit down. Sex is one of those places that the leash is very short. 

Part of me likes my freedom, but there is part of me that wishes for more structure. I wonder which one is the stronger. I may never find out.

I am over the angry feelings. And he seems more amused by the whole incident than pissed. I was having trouble getting situated and got a little tangled up in my computers power cord and while he was helping me get straightened out, he teased me that i must have liked the extension cord yesterday, to get this twisted up in wires so soon.

The husband and Master to her friend had read her email and written back that Ayva seemed quite good at pushing buttons but that he understood she must have been very frustrated. He spoke of how he handled discipline in their home, speaking of transgressions and punishments. Ayva wrote back.

I certainly did push a button... and it pushed right back... or perhaps i ran to end of my long leash and had my feet snapped out from under me...

One time i heard or read that each person in a relationship is comfortable with a certain emotional distance... some people need more, some people need less... that in a relationship some agreed upon (either openly or tacitly) distance exists. And if one person in this little game moves too close the other naturally backs away... and in most relationships there is a pursuer and a retreater. I do know that when i get withdrawn Dick is all over me... intruding, demanding... i suspect when i try to play the sub/pet/slave a little too enthusiastically he finds that moving into his comfort zone and he becomes more distant. 

It is a dance, a cosmic dance with two hearts revolving around each other... a binary system, attracted by mutual desire... yet at the same time trying to leave orbit for fear of crashing too hard against the other, kept at a safe distance by our own momentum and fears... (And when the madness takes me... i mindlessly test the gravity... pulling and pushing at those invisible bonds). I count myself lucky that Dick has the strength to put us back into balance.

Procedure? Transgression? Punishment? I was in all out rebellion. I wasn't just bad... i was worse... it was very uncharacteristic of me... and yet i think i needed to do it to see and feel that there was a limit in our relationship. He will never have any rules that are overt, spoken... when i ask him what he wants or if he liked this or that... he refuses to answer directly and retreats from me further... and when he becomes too remote... his orbit taking him away from me... and i find myself feeling lost... i can't feel the gravity anymore... you say frustration... i say panic... like i am falling... that's when the madness takes me...

There will be few if any formally stated rules in this dance of ours, and fewer formal punishments. But the leash is there holding me from falling too far.

The universe does have a perverse sense of humor and i am dealing with back pain now. Perhaps there is such a thing as karma. Or perhaps i am punishing myself... 

This was meant to be a quick short note... silly me... and here i go all Carl Sagan on you...

Ayva read the last email to Dick before she sent it. When she spoke of punishments he snorted in derision. "Your punishment will be what I decide." But he nodded at her statement about his strength to put back the balance. And he laughed at the Carl Sagan statement. 

Dick had decided that a soak in hot water would be good for her and ran the bath and helped her to stand and undress. He was there to help her balance as she carefully put one foot and then the other into the steaming water. He nodded in satisfaction as she eased herself down into the bath. "Good, heat is better than cold."

Ayva wasn't sure he was right about that. The ice seemed to be helping. But she knew better than argue, not with her Master.


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xantu 



Lessons Learned



Chapter One

Kayla Redmond gazed out the window of her red Honda Civic and noticed with appreciation the leaves on the trees which had seemingly turned to amber, scarlet, and mahogany overnight. Of course, it had probably not happened overnight, it was just that Kayla was completely immersed in her new love affair and while all her senses seemed heightened, she was also almost paradoxically aware of very little beyond her new lover. Kayla was in a twin state of euphoria and heightened desire which fortunately did not seem to stand in the way of her performing well at work.

Kayla turned into the parking lot of Jefferson Middle School where she taught sixth grade math and swerved into a parking spot. Grabbing her Coach briefcase and a light jacket from the seat next to her, Kayla stepped out of the car. Kayla was a beautiful, tall twenty-two year old with long honey-colored hair and pretty green eyes which were fringed with long lashes. Today she was wearing a slim black skirt that fell just above her knees, and her long legs seemed to never end as she enhanced them with high-heeled black pumps. The light pink sweater she wore displayed ever so subtly her firm, round breasts, and her neck was adorned with a silver chain from which sparkled silver beads intermingled with colored crystals. The whole package was one of a sexy and beautiful young woman who radiated zest and vitality.

Walking into the aged brick building that housed her classroom and her lover, Kayla was acutely aware today of the crisp autumn air and Indian summer sunshine. She was also terribly grateful that it was Friday. Working with her lover was fun, but they had to be extremely careful to not let their relationship become public knowledge. They both believed that it was not a great thing to have going on in the workplace, and in this case the fact that the lovers in question were both women, made it even more crucial to safeguard their secret. Not that anyone had the right to judge them; however, both women knew it would probably happen. They, themselves, had to get past the fact that they had love and lust for another woman, but it felt so good and so right to each of them that they had been able to move on quickly from any concerns about their same-sex romance.

Kayla turned into the small office she shared with her mentor, friend, and lover, Melissa Martin. Missy was already at her desk putting papers into folders when Kayla entered. She looked up as Kayla walked in, and her face behind her wire-rimmed glasses was radiant. All of her emotions seemed to be clearly reflected on her pretty face as she gazed at her lover with her intense blue eyes. 

Melissa was a little shorter than Kayla and very curvy and voluptuous in all the right places. A pretty and wholesome-looking twenty-five year old blonde, Melissa had been sheltered and conservative when she took on the role of Kayla's teaching mentor. She had, since then, become almost a new person as her sexuality had unfurled like a rose opening to the sun. Since meeting Kayla, she had gotten contact lenses and sexy new clothes and had often opted to wear her light blonde hair loose and curling about her shoulders. However, for work, she usually chose to wear her glasses, conservative clothing, and her hair up in a pony tail or chignon as she had done previously.

"I don't want the world to go into shock," she had joked to Kayla with one of the husky chuckles which Kayla had found to be imminently sexy when she first met Melissa. Even dressed in her professional clothes, Kayla had been able to see what a beautiful body Melissa had and what a gorgeous and sexy woman she was. She had found herself immensely attracted to the other teacher from the get-go, and it had not taken long for Missy to feel the same about Kayla, a fact which had perplexed her tremendously at first since she was sexually inexperienced.

Kayla, who was a sexual free spirit, had initially been trying to teach Melissa how to perform sexually for her long-term boyfriend when somehow, the awakening of the other teacher's sexual desires, ended up being a result of the lust Kayla created in her. The result of Melissa's sexual renaissance was sultry, steamy sexual experiences with Kayla combined with the tender love they both realized they felt for one another. Melissa, for one, had never been happier, and she had realized this quickly after almost throwing it away for a return to her previous existence and a marriage proposal from her boyfriend.

Now, as early October was underway, the two beautiful blondes were ecstatic in their new-found relationship and eager to enjoy it every chance they could. Kayla glanced at the blinds on the office door and seeing that they were closed, strolled over to Melissa and planted a tender kiss on her lips. Breaking the lip-lock, she put her things down on her own desk and walked back to her lover and slid onto her lap, rubbing her firm breasts against Missy's full, heavy, 36 DD's that were hard to hide even in her loose white blouse. Two sets of nipples seemed to grow erect immediately, and Missy put her hands on Kayla's bare knees and slid them up her thighs feeling the edge of Kayla's panties with her fingertips.

"Mmmm," Kayla moaned. "Touch my pussy, Sweetie," she purred into Missy's ear. Missy slid two fingers across the top of Kayla's right thigh and down toward the crotch of her panties where she slipped them inside. She ran her fingers over Kayla's slit which was already wet. Missy's fingers trailed up to Kayla's soft, shaved mound and then gently flicked over her clit and back down to her wet hole. Kayla moaned softly as Missy removed her fingers, brought them back out from under the skirt and raised them to her lips. She stuck out her pink tongue and licked the juices from her fingers as she gazed intently into Kayla's eyes.

"Ok, that's it. The day needs to be over with because I can't wait anymore," Kayla whimpered with an exaggerated pout of her pretty, glossy lips. 

Missy gently pushed Kayla from her lap and stood up, taking the leggy blonde into her arms. "You will just have to wait, but you know it will be worth it," she said quietly into Kayla's ear as Kayla trembled from the embrace, her desire, and Missy's warm breath tickling her ear. "Unfortunately, it's time to get to work." Missy said, giving Kayla's bottom a playful squeeze. Kayla looked at her and sighed, her eyes saying "okay, okay, I know," as she went to get books and folders from her desk. Kayla stacked up what she needed to start the day and with a sigh of resignation, walked toward the door to her classroom that opened up into her shared office with Missy.

Chapter Two

The day seemed to go on endlessly for Kayla but finally ended, in spite of itself, except for the fact that she had a student staying after school for detention. Kayla sat and went over her plans for the following week. She had written them the prior evening to free up her weekend for fun with her lover. She added a few things as she scanned them and knew that certainly she was watching the clock as much or more than the student. Finally, she was free to put her work week behind her, and she entered the shared office and thrilled to the sight of Melissa standing by her desk, clearly packed up and ready to leave.

"I thought you'd never get here," Missy said with feigned consternation. "I'm ready to go as soon as you are."

"I've been ready since early this morning," Kayla replied with innuendo in her tone.

Missy chuckled. "Yes, I know. Remember, I had my fingers in your panties this morning?"

"As if I could forget," Kayla replied as she put things in order at her desk. "I have been able to think of little else all day. OK, I'm ready to get out of here. Let's go," Kayla said gleefully as she grabbed her briefcase and jacket and strolled over to Missy.

Kayla gave the other woman a quick, feather-light kiss on the lips that made Melissa shiver, and they left the office together, locking the door behind them. The pretty blondes both squinted as they exited the dim interior of the school and emerged into the parking lot. The October sunlight was bright, and the day was still crisp and clear.

"I'll see you at your house," Kayla said quietly and almost floated to her car, she was in such an elated state. The women had made special plans for the weekend, and Kayla for one, could not wait to let the fun begin. 

When Kayla turned onto Missy's tree-lined street, she could barely contain her excitement. Missy's light blue BMW was parked in front of her pretty colonial home, and Kayla pulled into the driveway and parked her red Civic in Missy's garage. She opened the trunk and pulled out her small wheeled suitcase and overnight bag, thrilled to be taking them out of their holding place and putting the Coach briefcase in instead. Missy was waiting on the front porch. She had just opened the burgundy front door which sported a new wreath adorned with fall leaves and mums in shades of orange, gold and brown. Kayla followed her into the house, her eyes glued to Missy's rounded bottom which was hugged by the khaki skirt she wore.

As soon as Missy had closed the door, Kayla set down her bags and almost tackled the other woman due to her excitement and the anticipation which had been building the entire day. Their soft lips met in a sensuous kiss, and Kayla almost frantically sought Missy's tongue with her own. Both women moaned as their tongues connected like familiar friends and began the intimate dance they both enjoyed so much. Kayla reached up and loosened Missy's hair and felt it cascade around her hands as it fell to Missy's shoulders. Kayla ran her hands over Missy's back and reached down to squeeze her soft cheeks, kneading them through the fabric of her skirt.

"Mmmm, Oh God, I want you so bad," Kayla murmured as she pulled away from the kiss and began fumbling with the button and zipper on the front of the other teacher's skirt.

"Don't you want to wait until we take our little road trip and get to the hotel?" Missy asked. 

"As if I could....." Kayla began, but her mouth found Missy's again, so her passionate kiss was the completion of her response. 

Kayla kissed Missy with growing urgency and sighed into her mouth as Missy reached for the bottom of Kayla's pink sweater. The women pulled apart and Missy lifted the sweater over Kayla's head and tossed it aside. Kayla was wearing a pink silky bra and the tops of her breasts swelled over the cups. Missy ran a fingernail over the top of each cup, grazing Kayla's soft flesh.

"Mmmm, Missy, take my bra off and suck my nipples. Pleeaasseee," Kayla almost hissed.

Kayla's bra had a front clasp and Melissa obliged, snapping it open and pulling it apart to reveal her lover's perfect round breasts with elongated, pink nipples that were almost beckoning her to suck them. Missy pushed Kayla back gently onto the living room sofa and knelt before her on the floor. She lowered her head to one perfect breast and took the nipple into her mouth, loving as always, how it felt on her tongue.

"Ahhhh!" Kayla said as she arched her back, lifting her beautiful breasts to Missy. Missy sucked at the nipple for a long time, and Kayla could feel her pussy getting incredibly wet. She groaned when her lover removed her mouth but sighed in ecstasy a moment later when Missy began to suck the other nipple. Missy's fingers were stroking the top of 

one of Kayla's feet which were still clad in her high-heeled black pumps. She slipped the shoe from Kayla's foot and tickled her foot gently as she stroked the sole of her foot and then up Kayla's ankle and calf and higher finally to her thigh. Kayla reached down and grabbed her black skirt and hiked it up, exposing her silky pink panties with a soaking wet crotch. Missy tickled around the leg opening as she had in the morning, teasing Kayla until the leggy blonde could stand it no longer.

"God, Missy, please touch my pussy," she begged.

Missy stuck two fingers inside the leg of the panties and moved them slowly and deliberately toward Kayla's slit which she stroked from top to bottom.

"Is this what you want, Sweetheart?" 

"Yes!!!!" Kayla cried, wriggling to get more of Missy's fingers.

Missy obliged by grabbing the waist of the panties and sliding them down Kayla's long legs and over her feet She removed Kayla's other shoe as she did this and then ran her fingers quickly from the top of Kayla's foot back to the fragrant, dripping pussy. Missy stuck a finger deep inside the dripping hole and Kayla moaned. The voluptuous blonde pulled her wet finger out and ran it up the smooth, wet, pink slit until she touched Kayla's erect clit. She stroked the clit several times before moving down all the way back to the hole and repeating this again and again. Kayla was moaning and gasping, getting incredibly turned on and almost out of control. 

"Missy, take off your blouse and skirt. I want to see you while you touch me," Kayla commanded.

Missy stood up and slipped the loosened skirt over her hips and stepped out of it and then unbuttoned her white blouse slowly, her bright blue eyes glued to Kayla's green ones. Missy opened the blouse and exposed her huge breasts which were practically spilling out of her white lace bra. She reached behind herself and opened the clasp and pulled off the bra. Her large, heavy breasts fell seductively into place once released, and Kayla could barely breathe as she watched them. Missy perched on the edge of the sofa by Kayla and thrust her chest into the excited girl's face. 

"Suck them while I finger you, Sweetheart," she whispered as Kayla willingly took one of Missy's huge pink nipples into her mouth and felt it grow rock-hard as she sucked it.

Missy moaned and put her fingers back on Kayla's dripping pussy. Kayla trembled when Missy's fingers found her aching clit and began to stroke it. Missy then began to run her entire hand up and down the saturated flesh, sticking her fingers into the wet hole and pulling out more juice which she then stroked up over the slit and up to the clit. She repeated this over and over again as Kayla sucked greedily at her nipples. God, Kayla was so wet. Missy could feel her own juices dripping into the crotch of her white lace panties.

Kayla was completely turned on and building toward a powerful climax. Her mouth sucked fervently at her lover's nipples while she fondled the beautiful breasts in her hands. The sensations of her lover's breasts in her hands and mouth and the stroking hand on her tingling pussy were driving her over the edge. She removed her mouth from the nipple she was sucking to cry out.

"OHHHH MY GOD, Missy! I'm CUUMMMINNGG!!! AHHHHHHH!" Kayla screamed as her body pulsated beneath Missy's stroking fingers.

Kayla's climax was just about to end when the stroking of the pretty blonde's fingers brought her over the edge again, and she climaxed powerfully again, tensing and shaking as a huge gush of clear, shiny fluid streamed out of her. The juices ran over Missy's hand and onto the cushions of the sofa. Kayla had not gushed like this with orgasms until she had started her love affair with Missy. The strength of her feelings for Missy and the intensity of their lovemaking had been bringing Kayla to such powerful climaxes that her juices gushed from her.

Breathing normally now and coming down from her climax high, Kayla gazed down at the wet sofa cushions.

"Missy, I'm so sorry. I hope this doesn't stain your sofa."

"I could care less," Missy replied. "I love when you gush and that I can make you do that. In fact, I feel like embroidering your name on the cushion by the wet spot," Missy said with a sexy, husky chuckle.

"Well, I guess in a way I marked my territory. I mean, I want to be the only one you bring to a shattering orgasm on this sofa," Kayla replied.

Missy laughed. "Sorry, time for you to move on. Next! Didn't you see them lined up around the block to have me make them cum?"

Kayla took Missy into her arms and both women thrilled at the feeling of their bare breasts pressing together.

"They will have to wait. The only one who is going to cum now is you, lady," Kayla whispered as her fingers traced the openings of Missy's panties just as the other woman had done to her.

Kayla pressed Missy down, right on top of the wet spot and slid her panties off. Kayla knelt on the floor and lowered her head to her lover's pussy. Her long hair fell onto Missy's thighs, tickling them.

Kayla flicked her tongue over Missy's pussy, teasing her as she barely touched the fragrant, pink flesh. Missy writhed beneath Kayla, clutching her long hair in her hands as she moved, trying to find the tongue that teased her so. Kayla let her tongue brush against Missy repeatedly, her licks as light as a feather.

"Oh, God, Kayla," Missy moaned, feeling herself climbing toward orgasm, but needing so much more from Kayla. Kayla dipped her tongue into the wet hole and spread the clear, shiny juice around with her tongue. She lifted her head and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stared deep into her lover's eyes as she did so. Missy looked at her imploringly, her full breasts rising up and down with her deep breathing.

Kayla bent her head again and ran her tongue the entire length of the moist slit. Then she raised her head and crawled up toward Missy's head and kissed her deeply before moving to her ear and whispering, "I'm going to eat that sweet pussy like you've never felt before, but I'm saving that for tonight. I'm going to help you cum quickly now, and then we can be on our way." Kayla lowered her hand to Missy's pussy and began to stroke it with her long, slender fingers. As she stroked, her long nails gently grazed Missy's swollen clit, while the nails on her other hand were gently stroking the inside of Missy's arm. Missy had been so turned on and had been brought to the brink by Kayla's teasing. Now, the feeling of her lover's stroking fingers on her pussy and her nails on the soft flesh of Missy's arm brought her quickly to her climax. "Mmmm, mmmm, Kayla!!!" she cried as she climaxed, her eyes glued to Kayla's. Finally, she calmed and let out a long, satisfied sigh.

Melissa sat up and gave Kayla a quick, tender kiss. "Okay, Sweetheart, let's change and hit the road. There is a lot more fun to come. Pun intended," she chuckled, thinking about how bold and sexy she had become since becoming involved with Kayla.

Chapter Three

A half hour later, behind the wheel of her light blue BMW, Melissa was clad in tight jeans, a ruffled blouse, and high-heeled boots. She looked like a different person than the tailored, proper educator and conservative rich girl that she had been before tapping into her dormant sexuality with the free-spirited, sensual, golden-haired vixen that occupied the passenger seat beside her. Kayla had brought CD's and had been cranking the music as they drove, but now she turned it off and looked at Missy with a glint in her green eyes.

"I have such plans for you tonight, sexy lady," Kayla said provocatively. Missy felt a tremor run through her at Kayla's words. She had become as insatiable as Kayla as their relationship unfolded.

The women had decided to take a road trip and spend an evening out together in a town about an hour away from where they lived and worked. Missy had gotten them a room at a brand-new Hilton hotel which was walking distance away from a very popular night club in the area, and they were going to have fun unwinding there together, away from the potential prying eyes of anyone who might know them. 

Kayla was so excited about the plans and had many thoughts about how to spend time in the hotel room. She had always been a vibrant person filled with vitality, but she practically bristled with energy now in this intense relationship she was enjoying with her teaching mentor. Kayla had always craved sex, but she was in a constant state of arousal now. Bringing Missy out of her shell and turning her on to the sensual side of life felt very rewarding but was also a turn-on such as Kayla had never before experienced. All of these feelings were intensified by the love she felt for the other woman, and she was in a state of bliss such as she had never known with a man. Missy turned briefly as if reading her thoughts and smiled at Kayla. Kayla felt her heart constrict when she saw the smile. She loved and desired Missy so much that it almost hurt.




Lessons Learned



When Melissa swung the BMW into the hotel parking lot, the sun was starting to get lower in the sky and everything was tinted with a golden hue. Fifteen minutes later, they were in their room setting down their bags, and Missy looked longingly at the king-size bed. "Not yet, Miss," Kayla said, as she followed Missy's gaze. When we finally hit that bed we are going to be super turned-on after our evening out." 

"But I'm already super turned-on, and you always are," Missy said with her husky chuckle. Kayla simply shook her head and then pulled Melissa into her arms, stroking her back and then cupping her shapely bottom.

"I'm supposed to wait, and then you're going to tease me like that?" Missy moaned.

"I am going to tease you all night," Kayla replied. "You are not going to be able to wait another minute by the time I get you back here." Both women felt a tingling feeling of excitement from Kayla's words. Missy felt like it started in her full breasts and rushed like electricity through her stomach and down to her pussy. She took a deep breath and told Kayla that she was going to take her out to dinner before they were too turned on to leave the room.

Kayla laughed as she grabbed her purse and preceded Missy out the door of the hotel room. Missy's eyes were glued to Kayla's long legs in her tight jeans as she followed her out of the room.

Chapter Four

A few hours later, the two beautiful blondes were walking from the hotel to the night club. It was a beautiful, clear night, and the air was crisp and cold. After the cool stillness of the evening, it took a few minutes to adjust to the frenetic energy of the night club. It was definitely an attractive club Kayla thought as she and Missy walked to the restroom to check their hair. Inside the ladies' room, Kayla looked in the large mirror at the reflection of herself and her lover and was excited and satisfied by the stunning beauties that looked back at her. She had convinced Missy to let her go shopping and pick out a sexy outfit for Missy to wear for their evening out, and Kayla was incredibly turned on by how sexy Missy looked. Missy was wearing a mesh A-line skirt with black thigh high stockings and stiletto heel, t-strap pumps. Kayla had selected a silky blue top that enhanced Missy's blue eyes but enhanced her full, large breasts even more. Missy's gorgeous breasts were encased in a royal blue and black satin push-up bra, and the cleavage seemed to go on for miles. Missy's soft, blonde hair was loose and falling in soft waves to her shoulders. Kayla had done her make-up with smoky eyes and a red-toned lip color, and Melissa had never looked sexier.

"You're hot, lady," she whispered into Missy's ear, and Missy caught Kayla's eyes in the mirror and smiled at her. The smile was so sweet and so intimate that it made Kayla's heart sing.

"You're pretty hot yourself," Missy whispered back, and she boldly gave Kayla's bottom a playful squeeze. Kayla was wearing skinny silver-gray leggings with stiletto heel metallic pumps. Her long, silver flutter-sleeve top beautifully showcased her firm, perfect breasts and lean torso. Kayla's black lace push-up bra provided her with a show of cleavage, but her cleavage was not nearly as impressive as her lover's she thought as she looked at herself. 

"I think we're going to break some hearts tonight," Kayla replied with a wicked grin making sure that her teased "big hair" was in place, although she had lacquered it with hairspray in the hotel room. It fell in spiral curls down her back, and the outfit, the hair, and the sultry make-up she had applied were a winning combination.

The ladies left the restroom and entered the large interior of the club. Everything was chrome and glass and black leather with neon blue lighting that gave the room an out-of-this-world appeal. Kayla selected a table for the two of them and pulled her chair close to Melissa's so that their thighs touched. A cocktail waitress in a tight black spandex outfit came and asked what they wanted, and Kayla took the liberty of ordering them each a sour apple martini.

"I don't usually drink, martinis, Kayla," Missy said matter-of-factly.

"This is a night to do all kinds of things you don't normally do, Miss. Do you usually go out with your breasts exposed almost to the nipples and your luscious thighs barely covered by a short skirt?" Kayla queried.

"Point taken," Missy said with a seductive smile.

"That waitress could barely take her eyes off your cleavage," Kayla teased.

Missy blushed prettily. "She could not. This isn't a lesbian club, so why would she?" 

"Sweetie, I think more women are attracted to women than are willing to admit, and besides, your cleavage is mesmerizing. A person would have to be in a coma not to stare at it," Kayla replied.

Missy tossed her hair seductively and slightly stuck out her chest making Kayla burst out laughing.

Kayla put her hand on Missy's knee as she looked around the club which was becoming more and more crowded. When the waitress brought the drinks, Kayla didn't remove her hand from Missy's knee, and she was sure she saw the waitress stare at Kayla's hand and then again at Missy's beautiful chest.

Kayla lifted her glass and clanked it against Missy's. "To us," she said and took a long drink. Missy took a sip and then began to drink more quickly. She did not want to embarrass Kayla on the dance floor and knew she needed to be plied with alcohol to be able to dance with her. Before they knew it, their eyes were staring at the bottoms of their empty glasses, and Kayla flagged the waitress and ordered another round. A DJ was playing music, and people were flooding the dance floor. The second round of drinks arrived quickly, and Kayla thrilled inwardly when she saw the waitress study Missy again. Kayla was the lucky lady who got to go home with Missy, and she had never been more grateful for that than at this moment. Kayla took a few sips and watched Melissa do the same with her drink. "Come on, let's hit the dance floor," Kayla said, grabbing Missy's hand and pulling her up from her chair. Missy grabbed the martini and took a long swig before following Kayla out to the dance floor.

On the dance floor, Missy felt a little self-conscious at first, but emboldened by the alcohol and aroused by the amazing sight of Kayla dancing, she soon lost her inhibitions and extremely enjoyed dancing with her gorgeous lover. Between songs, Missy leaned on Kayla's shoulder and boldly placed her hand on Kayla's hip as she whispered, "You are the sexiest girl here." Kayla smiled at her and took her hand, leading her into the next dance. If anyone noticed the two gorgeous women dancing together, occasionally touching, and gazing lustfully into one another's eyes, the women themselves were oblivious to it. They noticed nothing but each other.

When the DJ took a break, Kayla grabbed Missy's hand and led her back to their table where their drinks were waiting. Kayla took a sip and sank into a chair, stretching her long legs in front of her. Missy sank into a chair and took a long swig from her glass. She could feel the buzz from the alcohol, and paired with her lust for Kayla, she believed she had never felt anything as potent in her life.

A few minutes later, the waitress arrived with two more sour apple martinis. "These are from the gentleman at the bar," she stated. "He also picked up your tab."

Kayla picked up her glass and took a sip and then gazed over to the bar. A good –looking, dark-haired man who Kayla thought to be in his early thirties raised his glass when he saw her look. The man inclined his head slightly and took a sip of his drink.

"Let's put on a show for our benefactor," Kayla said to Missy leaning forward in her chair so he could clearly see inside her top. Missy, uninhibited from the alcohol, turned to face the bar as well and leaned forward slightly. "I think his eyes are going to pop out of his head," Kayla giggled as she squeezed Missy's knee. A moment later, the good-looking guy was heading their way.

"Ladies," he said in a pleasant, masculine voice, raising his glass.

"Thanks for the drinks," Kayla said.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, clearly taking in an eyeful of all the cleavage they had on display.

"You may join us for one drink," Kayla said coyly, pointing to the empty chair next to her.

"Just one?" he said with an exaggerated frown.

"Most likely, yes," Kayla replied.

"Well, I'll take what I can get of you two lovely ladies," he said, sinking into the chair. "I'm David. I am fairly new in town, but I've been coming here a lot to unwind. I just opened my new medical practice here. I don't believe I've seen you ladies here before."

"I'm Kayla and this is Missy, and no, we have not been here before. We're visiting from out of town," Kayla informed him, turning to Missy and winking so that he could not see. Missy realized that mischievous Kayla was obviously planning to have a little fun with the doctor, which was probably what she had in mind when she had told Missy earlier that they would break some hearts. If Kayla was correct, the cocktail waitress was already lusting after Missy, and now they had attracted this cute, young doctor.

"Oh, that's too bad," David said smoothly. "You are the most attractive women I've seen here. Maybe I picked the wrong place to hang up my shingle. Where did you say you were from?"

"She didn't," Missy replied, getting into the act. 

"Hmmm, well maybe that is for me to find out when I ply you ladies with more drinks," he responded, looking for the waitress. "If I may be so bold, I must say, Missy, you have gorgeous breasts."

Melissa blushed to the roots of her hair, and Kayla saved her. "She certainly does, but please don't let her overshadow me. What do you think of mine?" Kayla asked standing and practically shoving them into the surprised man's face.

"Mmmm, very nice, now that I've seen them up close. Hers were easy to spot from across the room."

"I'm sure they were," Kayla responded. "But I've had the pleasure of seeing them up close all evening."

David didn't seem to know what to say to that and was rescued by the waitress from whom he ordered another round of drinks.

"So, what do you ladies do for a living?" David asked, trying to make small talk.

"We don't want to think about work," Missy replied. "We are totally here to have fun."

"So you are here for pleasure. I would love to assist you ladies with that," he said slyly as the waitress arrived with the drinks.

"I'm sure you would," Kayla replied, picking up the new drink although she was only half done with the other one. She pushed her chair even closer to David's, brushing her leg against his. Missy was almost getting jealous, but she knew Kayla was just playing. She took a long drink of her martini, and then moved closer to Kayla so that her leg was against Kayla's on the other side. The doctor was sipping his drink slowly, clearly taking in every move the two pretty women made. They all drank in silence for a few minutes, and then the DJ began to play music again. When they had all made progress with their drinks, David leaned toward them and asked if they would like to join him on the patio for awhile since it had gotten so loud.

"Ok, but dance one dance with us first," Kayla pleaded, taking his hand and pulling him up and doing the same with Missy.

The three of them headed to the dance floor, and David seemed to really enjoy dancing with the two gorgeous blondes. He kept finding a way to touch first one of them and then the other as they danced. Kayla seemed to be enjoying the tease, Missy thought, glad that she herself was tipsy or she could never have participated in this little game.

The song ended and David put a hand on each of their arms and led them out to the long patio that ran the length of one side of the club. There were plenty of club-goers outdoors, drinking, talking, and smoking. Large outdoor heaters were blazing, but it still was chilly on the patio.

"Well, thanks so much for the drinks and the dance," Kayla said with finality.

"You're quite welcome. I would really like to help you ladies with your pleasure. Why don't we talk about how that might work," David stated.

"I'm ready to go, David," Kayla said. "It's quite nippy out here."

"Yes, I'm seeing that," he replied, staring at both of their chests. Two sets of hard nipples were staring back at him.

"Here, just give me a moment to state my case. Let's go back in and talk in that empty hallway past the restrooms. Shall we?"

Kayla nodded, took Missy's hand, and followed the doctor back inside the club. Once inside the warm interior hallway, David stood close to them so that he was almost whispering in their ears. Kayla could smell the alcohol on his breath which she assumed accounted for some of his boldness.

"I would love for you ladies to accompany me back to my apartment. You two could play together, and I could watch, and the three of us could play together as well."

"I'm sorry, but we can't do that," Kayla answered.

Misunderstanding, David said, "Oh, but you can do that. Two gorgeous friends. It would be easy for you two to learn to play together."

"No, you don't understand," Kayla continued. "We do play together. We play together all the time. But you will not be watching us or joining us, I'm afraid."

David's mouth hung open in astonishment as Kayla pulled Missy into her arms and gave her a deep and passionate kiss, running her hands over Missy's breasts and then down her sides to her bottom in the short skirt. "We're going to head to the ladies' room now. It was nice meeting you." Kayla took Missy's hand and walked her down the hall to the restroom. Their new friend followed them as if in a trance. Kayla opened the door to the restroom.

"Well, I guess this is where we part. Just so you get a glimpse of what you're missing----here, look," Kayla said. Before anyone could react, she pulled the front of Missy's top down and yanked on the push-up bra that was barely covering her huge breasts, so that they slipped out of the satin cups and were on display. A moment later, Kayla pulled the top of her own leggings down, exposing her black panties which she pulled to the side so he could get a glimpse of her shaved pussy.

"Pretty spectacular stuff, huh?" Kayla asked after about a minute while he stood and gawked at them and fortunately no one else came to the ladies' room. Kayla was studying his reaction and then with a naughty giggle, she grabbed Missy and pushed her gently inside, closing the door to the ladies room with their stunned, wannabe playmate on the other side. 

Once inside the confines of the ladies room, Kayla burst into giggles. She was drunk, horny, feeling naughty, and extremely turned on. She pulled up her leggings and lovingly helped Missy get her full breasts back into her bra and straighten her top.

"You are so bad, girl." Missy said. "If I wasn't so drunk, I would be appalled. I think I am appalled, but I'm too drunk to know," Missy said, and then she began to laugh.

Kayla joined in, and when they finally stopped she said to Missy, "I think we gave our friend, Doctor David, a huge hard-on."

"You think so? How do you know?" Missy asked, wide-eyed.

"Well," Kayla began. "You know I am quite knowledgeable about pussies---at least your sweet pussy, that is. But I've told you before that I've had plenty of experience in the past with hard cocks, and I know what one looks like. He definitely had some very hard cock action going on there. How could he not after hanging out with sexy us?" 

"You were very naughty teasing him like that. I better get you back to the room so that you can do naughty stuff with me now," Missy said into Kayla's ear.

Kayla couldn't resist that invitation. However, she was incredibly horny and feeling kinky, and she couldn't get the thought of the cute doctor with the hard-on out of her mind. 

"I promise I will do naughty stuff with you, Miss," Kayla said as she closed her hand around one of Missy's full breasts. "But I think I need to take care of poor Dr. David first."

"Take care of him?" Missy asked in surprise, but Kayla was already walking out of the ladies' room.

David was waiting in the hall for them, leaning against the wall, with a very noticeable bulge in the front of his pants. His eyes lit up in delight when the two pretty blondes entered the hallway. He walked toward them and grasped Kayla by the arm in a playful way.

"You are a very bad girl, Kayla, teasing me like that after I bought all of your drinks. I think you owe me something besides that quick flash--- as exciting as it was," he said in a soft, bedroom voice. "What do you say? Some fairly quick gratification for me, and then I will leave you two lovelies to your evening? I promise I'll behave myself, and I won't bite unless you want me to, of course."

Kayla nodded as she rubbed up against his side. "Ok, it's the least I can do since you paid our bill. If you promise to let me call the shots, I'll let you come back to the hotel with us for awhile." 

Missy couldn't believe what she was hearing, but somehow in her heightened state of arousal and drunkenness, the scenario was sounding very appealing to her. She was fortunately too out of her normal mindset to think twice about it. She linked her arm through David's when he offered it to her, and Kayla did the same thing on the other side, and they strolled out of the club into the cold, starry night. As they scurried back to the hotel, the cold night air only sobered them up slightly. The heat of desire was stronger than the cold of the fall evening.

Chapter Five

Back in the comfy confines of the hotel room, Kayla began to strip for her audience. Missy was perched on the edge of the bed feeling incredibly excited. The doctor stood by the edge of the bed looking first at Missy and then at Kayla, unable to look away when she began to strip. First, she took off her top and tossed it onto a chair. Next, she reached behind herself and unhooked her bra and then took it off slowly, finally exposing her beautiful, round breasts. Her nipples were pointing to the people in the room begging to be sucked. Standing in her high, metallic heels and tight leggings, she walked over to the doctor and stuck her chest out at him. David took her breasts into his hands and lowered his head, sucking first one delicious nipple and then the other. Kayla moaned as he sucked her, and then she turned and beckoned for her lover to join her.

Missy walked over and took the sexy topless girl into her arms, thrilling at the feel of her breasts which were mostly exposed in her sexy top pressing against Kayla's. She squeezed Kayla's tight ass cheeks as she lowered her head and let her tongue gently graze first one nipple and then the other. Missy took Kayla's hand and led her back to the bed, and they perched at the edge, their thighs touching.

"Mmm," Kayla murmured. "Suck them, pleeease." Missy took one long nipple into her mouth and sucked it, feeling it grow longer and harder against her tongue.

Missy sucked on Kayla's nipples for a long time while she played with her bottom and pussy through the leggings. Kayla was so wet that her juices were seeping through her panties and leggings, and Missy could feel the wetness on her fingers. 

David was staring at them, transfixed, his cock rock-hard in his pants. He grabbed a chair from the table and pulled it over to the foot of the bed and sat down, his face close to the action. He could smell Kayla's wet pussy and could see her juices saturating her leggings as her lover played with her. His cock was throbbing in his pants and the head was soaking wet. His pre-cum was dripping out, wetting the front of his pants.

Missy stopped playing with Kayla for a moment, oblivious to being watched, and took off her blue top and released her huge breasts from the blue and black satin bra. Kayla moaned and reached out to lift Missy's breasts, stroking them and squeezing them. 




Lessons Learned



She pushed Missy back down on the bed and pulled her short skirt off. Kayla lay down on top of Missy and began to rub her wet crotch against Missy's pussy which was still in her panties. They lay locked together like that on the bed, topless, with their legs still in stockings and leggings and their high heels on. Kayla caught a glimpse of it in the mirror opposite the bed.

"Hey, there, our buddy with the hard-on, are you enjoying seeing this?" she asked the doctor, turning her head to see him sitting and watching.

"God, yes. You go, girls. I am really enjoying this."

Kayla rolled off of Missy and stood up. She stood in front of David's chair so that her fragrant pussy was right by his face, and she slowly took off her leggings, taking her time to roll them down her long legs. She slipped out of her shoes for a moment to remove the leggings and then put the sexy heels back on so she was clad only in the high heels and her damp black lace panties. David moaned as he looked at her, and Missy was watching her sexy lover put on a show for their guest. Kayla reached down and slipped her hand into David's pocket, wiggling her fingers around to feel him.

"Mmmm," she purred. "That is one hard cock." She then pressed her panty-clad pussy into David's face, and he stuck out his tongue and took a lick of the saturated panties. He licked around the leg openings and chewed on her panties for a moment before reaching up and pushing them aside. His tongue was wildly licking her slick slit, and Kayla grabbed his head and moaned.

Missy was feeling a little jealous about sharing Kayla, but mostly, she was incredibly turned on to watch her sexy lover playing with the handsome doctor. She put a finger inside her panties and touched her wet pussy while she watched Kayla and David. David was grabbing Kayla's panties and pulling them down her legs. Kayla stepped out of the panties and her shoes. David's hands cupped her ass cheeks as he licked and sucked hungrily at her pussy. Then he reached up and closed his hands around her round breasts, squeezing her nipples between his fingers.

Kayla was very turned on, and she hoped Missy was enjoying her display. It felt so good to have the attractive man lick her pussy in front of her pretty lover, and as she thought of that she began to climax. "Oh, God, David, I'm cumming. Missy, watch me cum," she cried. David continued to lick and suck her, and when he put a finger in her soaking wet hole and pumped it in and out, she exploded. "AHHHHH," she cried as her legs tensed and a climax tore through her. Clear shiny juices dripped from her and onto David's hand as the waves rippled through her.

Missy had stood up and walked over to Kayla's side when she had first cried out, and Missy began to climax as she watched Kayla, her own fingers stroking her wet slit and bringing her to orgasm as her lover played with a man in front of her. Kayla gave Missy a sweet, sensuous kiss on the lips.

"Mmmm," David said. "I have beautiful blondes cumming all around me. What more can a man ask for?"

Kayla reached for David's hands and pulled him up from the chair. 

"I can think of one thing," she said with a sly gleam in her eye. She reached down and started opening David's belt. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled them down. She was staring at the outline of his enormous erection in his gray boxer briefs. Kayla touched the wet fabric and rubbed it over the head of his cock sliding it back and forth over the wet, slippery head. She then grasped his waistband and pulled down the boxer briefs. All three of them moaned when his cock was released.

"I'm going to take care of our friend here, Missy, but why don't you touch his hard cock for a minute." Kayla commanded as she gently pushed David backwards to sit on the edge of the bed.

Missy walked over, fascinated, and knelt down by the foot of the bed. She reached out and tentatively touched the head, rubbing her thumb over the slippery surface. David moaned. Missy closed her hand around the shaft and ran her hand up and down its hard, velvety surface.

Kayla knelt beside her and put her hand around him as well. The doctor had a beautiful cock. It was long and thick with a nicely shaped head. His entire pubic region was shaved smooth, and Kayla thought that it was a very enticing cock to suck. She knew Missy had never seen this before, and she was excited to be sharing it with her. She didn't think Missy would want to suck it, though. Kayla would take care of that.

"Watch me suck his cock, Miss," Kayla said. "Teaching you to suck a cock is what brought us together. Now you'll get to see me do it for real." 

The beautiful, golden-haired girl knelt down between the doctor's legs and sticking out her tongue, she licked the head. He moaned. Kayla grasped the shaft in her hand as she licked the head again. Then her lips closed around the dripping head, and she sucked it with relish. After working on the head and running her tongue around the base of it, she began to suck the shaft, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth. Kayla looked to the side and saw Melissa's pretty face, her eyes glued to Kayla. She grew more excited when she saw her lover watching her, and she closed her hand around the bottom of the shaft and sucked the cock up and down over and over. 

Missy reached out and touched his tight balls as she watched Kayla lick and suck the doctor. She decided that watching Kayla suck a cock was incredibly sexy. Kayla was running her tongue up and down the shaft following her mouth with her hand. She took the head into her mouth again licking and sucking. David reached down and touched her hair. Kayla sucked hungrily at the cock. She could feel his excitement building. She continued to suck, applying pressure with her lips and tongue as she worked her mouth up and down the thick rod. Kayla felt David tense, and then she felt his cock throbbing under her tongue. A blast of hot cum hit her tongue and dripped out of the corner of her mouth. "UHHHHH," David moaned as he climaxed in Kayla's sucking mouth. Kayla opened her lips and let the thick, white cream drip out and down her chin. She grasped the cock and removed her mouth, continuing to pump it with her hand. David sprayed her face with a blast of cum and then another, before he sighed deeply and leaned back on the bed.

Kayla turned to Missy and grasped her in a tight embrace. "Kiss my cum-covered lips, Missy," she directed her lover. Missy obliged, pressing her mouth to Kayla's sticky lips and taking some of the sticky liquid into her own mouth. David watched the two gorgeous girls kiss as he quickly reassembled his clothing. Kayla and Missy were standing now, kissing hungrily as their hands grasped each other's bottoms. 

David looked at them and when they pulled apart, he leaned in and gave each girl a quick kiss on the lips.

"If she eats pussy half as well as she sucks cock, you are a lucky girl, Missy," the doctor said.

Missy smiled at Kayla. "She most certainly does," Missy replied.

"I figured," he said with a laugh. "I'm going to let you ladies get on with your evening. I'm going to leave you my card and maybe if you're in town again, we can hook up."

Kayla smiled at him. "Good night and thank you," she said. 

"I definitely need to be the one thanking you," the doctor replied, and he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

"Alone at last," Kayla whispered into Missy's ear. "I have more plans for you, Sweetheart," she said. "Come with me, Miss." 

Kayla took Missy's hand in hers and pulled Missy along with her to the bathroom. Kayla turned on the hot water in the big, walk-in shower and then knelt down and kissed each of Missy's thighs as she rolled the stockings down her shapely legs. She then slipped off each of Missy's shoes and pulled her stockings over her feet. Standing in just her panties now, Missy moaned as her naked lover removed them with one swift movement of her hand.

Kayla took Missy's hand and led her into the shower. They both moaned as the warm water hit them, and they pressed their wet, naked bodies together and kissed passionately. Their hand traveled down each other's backs and over each other's rounded bottoms, and Missy grabbed Kayla's ass cheeks and pressed her hard against her own aching pussy.

"Mmm, that feels good, Miss," Kayla murmured, but she shortly thereafter pulled away and grabbing the soap, began to lather her lover's curvy body. Missy took the soap from Kayla and lathered her own hands and began to wash Kayla, gently gliding her soapy hands over Kayla's glistening, wet skin. Kayla took the shampoo and poured some into her hand and began to massage it into Missy's wet, blonde hair.

"Mmmm, Kayla. I love to have my hair washed."

Kayla massaged the shampoo into Missy's wet tresses and then gently pushed her under the spray of water to rinse her hair.

"Oh, don't stop," Missy begged.

"We need to get out of this shower and get on with my other plans," Kayla answered, pouring some shampoo onto her own head. "Help me get all this sticky hairspray out," Kayla said. Missy kissed Kayla as she massaged the shampoo through the long, honey-colored curls. Kayla moaned. It felt so good to be wet and naked with Missy, kissing while she massaged her head. Kayla's pussy was aching and her nipples were rock-hard and elongated and looked so sexy with the water rushing off of them.

Finally, the ladies had lathered themselves enough and were out of the shower and clad in thick, white Turkish towels. Kayla had spread another towel on the bed, and she told Melissa to lie down on it. Kayla went into the bathroom and returned with a few things she had taken from her suitcase. She had a razor in one hand, a can of foaming shave gel tucked under her arm, and a plastic bowl filled with warm water.

"I know you have yourself trimmed all neatly, Miss, but I think it's time to get you shaved completely clean like me. And then I'm going to give you the pussy eating of your dreams."

Missy's eyes grew wide and almost fearful, but Kayla reassured her. "I'll be real careful, and it won't hurt, I promise. You will love how liberated you feel without hair, and you will love my tongue on your bare flesh."

Missy relaxed and tingled with excitement from Kayla's words. She spread her thighs as Kayla unwrapped her from the towel and put some warm water on her pubic mound. She followed with a lathering of shave gel and began to gently glide the razor over the creamy mound. The razor cut a neat path in the white foamy gel and hair, and with each stroke, Missy's flesh was bare and exposed. Kayla carefully rinsed the razor and got more warm water when it was needed. She used a white, terry hand towel to gently wipe the extra shave gel and hair from Missy.

Missy was becoming more and more excited from what Kayla was doing to her. Her pussy, which was already aching with need, was growing more excited as Kayla touched it and spread it and stroked it with the razor. Kayla was thrilled to be the one exposing Missy's sweet, pink flesh like this. She blew warm air onto the almost-shaved pussy and felt Missy shiver.

"Mmm, Kayla, that feels so good. Here you go again with more lessons for the teacher. First, it was how to tease a man uncontrollably, then how to satisfy him by sucking his cock until he exploded in your mouth, and now it's how to shave my pussy."

"I hope you've learned your lessons," Kayla replied as she continued to stroke the razor over Missy's soft flesh.

"Done," she said finally, wiping the last of the shave gel and hair from Missy and taking the things into the bathroom. She came back and knelt between Missy's spread thighs and blew air onto the freshly shaved pussy. Missy shivered again.

Kayla gently flicked her tongue over the soft, bare flesh, teasing the outer lips and moving the tip of her tongue in a circle around the whole outside of the pussy. She teased Missy like this for a few minutes, and the voluptuous blonde was writhing and moaning.

"Oh, God, Kayla----I'm so turned on, and it felt so good when you were shaving me. I need..."

Kayla didn't let her finish. She dove into the pink, moist pussy with relish. Her tongue was everywhere, stroking the flesh delectably.

"Is this what you need?" she asked.

"Yessss!!! Don't stop!" Missy cried. Kayla lowered her mouth again and stuck her tongue deep into Missy's hole. She pulled juices from the hole and dragged her tongue up over the pussy again and again, soaking it with Missy's wetness and her saliva.

"God, that feels so good! Why didn't you shave me sooner? Oh, God, Kayla, I need to cum so badly. Help me, pleeeease!"

Kayla licked furiously at the shaved, pink flesh. She buried her nose in Missy's clit while her tongue slipped inside to pull out more juice. Then she licked it up and down again and again, and when she sucked the throbbing clit into her mouth it was all over for Missy.

"AHHHHH! YES! YES! I'm cumming, Kayla!!!!!" Missy cried as her body began to tense and shake beneath Kayla's mouth. Kayla kept her mouth on Missy as the shattering climax rolled through her, and before she even quieted, the mouth on her bare flesh drove her to a second climax that was even more intense. "AHHHHHHH!!!!" she screamed and then finally lay still, breathing hard.

"God that was so sexy, Missy! You came so hard; I think I've exhausted you. But if I climb on your face, do you think you can eat me to orgasm? I really need to cum now." Kayla said this into Missy's ear, brushing a damp strand of hair away from her forehead. 

Missy nodded with a weak smile, and Kayla straddled her. She had taken off her towel while she was shaving Missy, and she lowered her soaking wet pussy onto Missy's face and rubbed it gently over Missy's nose and lips.

"Mmm, I love fucking your face, Missy." Missy's response was to stick out her tongue and flick it over Kayla while Kayla moved on top of her. Kayla was dripping wet as always and long, clear strands of juice landed on Missy's tongue. She swallowed every one. As she licked the wet, fragrant pussy that was sliding over her mouth, she reached up and gently inserted a finger into Kayla's asshole which she pumped up and down.

"UHHHHH, AHHHHH," Kayla groaned. She was so close to cumming, and the finger in her bottom brought her over the edge. "God, Missy! Fuck meeeee!!!" she screamed as a powerful climax engulfed her entire body. Wave after wave of sensation hit her and her juices gushed out, hitting Missy on the nose and mouth. Missy swallowed Kayla's sweet fluids and continued to lick the slit and pump her finger in the asshole. Kayla screamed again and climaxed continuously, gushing fluid again into Missy's sucking mouth.

Finally, she rolled off Missy and lay down beside her. Missy pulled up the covers and pulled Kayla to her, pressing her big, soft breasts into Kayla's back, feeling Kayla's soft ass cheeks against her newly shaved pussy. "I love you," she whispered. "I love you, too," Kayla whispered back, and they were asleep in seconds, exhausted by their escapades of the evening.

Chapter Six

Kayla opened one pretty green eye and took in her surroundings. Voluptuous, naked Missy lay beside her, sprawled on her back with her huge breasts exposed. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, and Kayla stared at them, mesmerized for a moment. Missy's pretty face was peaceful in her sleep, her pale blonde hair tousled and fanning out on the white pillowcase. God, she means so much to me, Kayla thought to herself as she padded into the bathroom to freshen up.

Kayla returned to the bed and climbed in beside her naked lover and kissed her gently on the lips. Missy moaned quietly in her sleep. Kayla brushed some light kisses on Melissa's forehead, eyelids, cheeks, and lips. She blew gently in the sleeping blonde's ear and then licked her ear. Kayla's tongue traveled around Missy's ear before plunging inside.

"Mmmm," Missy murmured opening her pretty blue eyes and smiling an intimate smile at her lover.

"Here, I have two things for you, Miss," Kayla said. "Tylenol for the martini headache---I took mine already, and a mint." Missy took the pills and the water Kayla handed her from the night stand and when she was done with them she stuck out her tongue and let Kayla place the mint on the center of her tongue. They gazed deeply into each other's eyes when this took place, and each girl experienced a jolt of lust.

"I ordered room service, and it will be here in about a half an hour. In the meantime, I have something else I want to eat," Kayla murmured. Missy looked at her quizzically, but Kayla was on top of her in an instant, kissing her deeply and fully. Missy let her tongue meet Kayla's and she moaned with desire as Kayla began to kiss down her body. Missy could feel the ends of Kayla's golden hair as she traced a path over Missy with her tongue and long, polished fingernails. 

Kayla was just above Missy's pubic mound now, and Missy wriggled her hips in anticipation. "OHHHHH," she cried as Kayla let her tongue trace a path all around the newly-shaved pussy.

"God, Kayla, this is the best! Who knew how much better it feels without hair?"

"Well, I did, for one," Kayla replied, but then she let her tongue do the talking as she caressed Missy's pussy with it, over and over. She plunged her tongue into the rose bud asshole and Missy lifted her hips off the bed, wanting more of Kayla's tongue. Kayla plunged her tongue in as far as she could and licked and sucked at the small puckered hole. This was making Missy crazy, and she was twisting and writhing on the bed.

When Kayla moved her tongue to Missy's wet, pink slit and moved it up and down fast, Missy could feel the climax starting.

"Ohhh, Kaaayyllaa!!!" she cried as she rolled and pitched like an ocean wave in the throes of her climax.

Afterwards, Melissa's pretty face was flushed, and she reached her arms out to Kayla. Kayla crawled into Missy's arms and kissed her, giving her a taste of her own pussy. Missy stroked Kayla's breasts with her fingertips, squeezing and pinching the long, hard nipples. She stroked down Kayla's lithe body and found her wet pussy. She began to stroke her fingers up and down the wet slit. Kayla spread her legs wide. Missy's fingers stroked from the clit to the dripping hole, and then she dragged them slowly back up. Kayla was so turned on that it took her only a few minutes to reach orgasm.

"I'm cuummminggg!! Missy!" Kayla cried out as her body convulsed beneath Missy's delicious stroking fingers. As always, Kayla's slick, shiny juices gushed out and dripped down Missy's hand. Missy brought her hand up to her mouth and licked some of the juices from her fingers. She then brought her wet fingers to Kayla's mouth and Kayla licked her own pussy juice from Missy's fingers, staring deep into her lover's blue eyes while she licked her coated fingers.

"Mmmm, that was good, but I'm starved. I hope room service gets here soon," Kayla said.

Room service arrived a few minutes later, and a young waiter wheeled the cart into their room. Kayla and Missy were dressed in silky robes, and Missy handed him a tip while Kayla began to place the food on the table in the room.

Missy closed the door behind the waiter and joined Kayla at the table. She looked hungrily at the omelets, muffins, fruit, orange juice, and coffee that Kayla had ordered.

"Kayla, I'm starving. Sex is one great way to work up an appetite," Missy said, sitting down and pouring a glass of juice.

Kayla was taking a bite from a muffin with a big, golden crown. "That waiter was cute. I wonder what he thought about seeing us in robes with the room smelling like pussy," Kayla pondered.

Missy chuckled. "I can't believe how your mind works! I would have never thought of that. I'm glad all that sexual energy is directed at me even though I did really enjoy watching you suck a cock," she said to Kayla. Kayla responded by touching Missy's leg with her bare foot and stroking it up her leg until her toes touched Missy's thigh. Missy reached down and caressed Kayla's foot.




Lessons Learned & Loved



"Leave your apartment key under the doormat before you leave for work in the morning," Sierra instructed.

"Why?" Isabelle questioned.

"I do believe I gave you your instructions. Are you really questioning me?" Sierra barked.

Realizing her mistake, Isabelle apologized, "No, my lady. I'm so sorry. My key will be under the doormat as instructed. Is there any thing else I can do to please my lady?"

Sierra gave further instruction, "Make sure that you are there by 5:00 p.m. Not a minute earlier and not a minute later. I expect you to be standing at the door when I open it. Oh, and do not knock. Is that clear?"

"Yes, my lady," said Isabelle, trying not to show her excitement.

With the instructions given the phone went dead. Isabelle didn't want to forget about the key so she found her spare and carefully placed it under the mat, scanning the area to make sure no one else saw her put it there. Just the thought of what Sierra had in store for her caused a quiver in her loins and an immediate dampness between her legs. 

Isabelle always enjoyed her rendezvous with Sierra but she was nervous. She never really knew what Sierra had planned or the things that Sierra would have her do. The intrigue was a good part of the turn on. But that was tomorrow and Isabelle had to get through the next 23 hours. "Thank god some of that was sleep time," she thought to herself, hoping the night would consume her desires. 

Isabelle would have to be extra careful at work tomorrow because she knew she'd have trouble concentrating. Some jobs that wouldn't be a problem but she worked as a bank teller and they do frown on shortages in the cash drawer.

Every minute that passed after 3:00 p.m. Isabelle watched come and go on the clock. Her anticipation of the evening to come was swimming around in her head. She hoped she didn't get delayed causing her to be late and disappointing her lady first thing. The bank was slow and her boss, noticing that Isabelle seemed distracted, let her clock out early.

As she was leaving her boss laughed, asking, "Do you have a hot date or something?"

"Oh, I do hope so," Isabelle shouted as she skipped out the front doors.

In her exuberance for the night's activities, Isabelle forgot that she was not to be late but was also not to be early. Wanting Sierra to know that she was anxious for the games to begin, Isabelle knocked on the door at 4:50 p.m. to alert Sierra that she was there. She waited but there was no answer. Had something happened and Sierra couldn't make it? Isabelle checked her cell phone to see if she had received any calls, but there was none. Then she checked under the doormat for the key-no key. All of a sudden Isabelle remembered the instructions given by Sierra, "...not a minute early or a minute late and don't knock on the door..." "Oh shit!" thought Isabelle, "I'm already in trouble."

Isabelle stood at the door trying to look nonchalant as other neighbors were coming home from work. She knew they were probably wondering why she was just standing at her own front door.

"Did you lock yourself out?" one neighbor asked.

"I ah, I'm trying to decide on how I want to decorate my door for Christmas," Isabelle made up.

"Christmas, it's only July! You must plan way in advance?" the neighbor laughed.

"Yep, yep I do," Isabelle said.

Sierra was on the other side of the door hearing the entire exchange between Isabelle and the neighbor, snickering to herself. She tried to regain her composure and put a stern look on her face. Opening the door quickly Sierra startled Isabelle, especially when she grabbed her by the shirt and pulled her in.

"I thought I told you not a minute early and not a minute late and do not knock!" Sierra barked, pinning Isabelle against the door, face first. "You don't listen very well do you?"

"I'm so sorry, my lady. I was just so excited to see you is all," Isabelle apologized, still reeling from the abrupt shove against the door.

"When I give you a directive I expect it to be followed the first time, every time," Sierra whispered into Isabelle's ear, reaching around to undo the button and zipper of Isabelle's pants. "So now you must learn the hard way." Sierra pulled down Isabelle's pants in one quick motion revealing red lace g-string panties.

"Such a nice ass," Sierra uttered. "It will look even better when your cheeks match the color of your pretty red panties." Sierra coyly stated.

Before Isabelle knew it the sting of the swat from the wooden brush was upon her. Isabelle flinched and gasped as she prepared herself for what she knew would be more to come.

"Stand still and take it like a proper submissive!" Sierra barked as she continued to strike one ass cheek and then the other.

Regardless of how much she tired to hold back, Isabelle could feel tears begin to well up in her eyes and didn't know how much more she could take. Then the swats stopped as quickly as they began. She could feel that her cheeks were bright red and hot.

"That's beautiful. Now you're color coordinated with your lingerie," Sierra said, smiling, being well pleased with herself. "Come see for your self," grabbing Isabelle by the hand and marching her into the bedroom and displaying Isabelle in front of the full length mirror.

"Yes, my lady, you did a beautiful job," Isabelle softly spoke.

Sarcastically Sierra replied, "Well, I'm so glad you approve. But, I don't need your approval nor did I ask for it."

Isabelle felt the sharp sting even stronger as Sierra's hand smacked her ass. 

"You just don't know how to behave do you?" Sierra asked.

Sighing resignedly, Isabelle said, "I guess not, my lady."

"You guess not?" and with that Sierra smacked Isabelle's ass again.

"I'm so sorry my lady, please no more!" Isabelle pleaded.

Sarcastically Sierra said, "Oh has my naughty girl reached her tolerance level?"

"Yes, my lady, I will do better. I promise," Isabelle replied.

Pulling Isabelle close to her and speaking low in her ear Sierra said, "I do hope so because you know, punishing you hurts me more than it hurts you." Isabelle wondered how that could really be possible but didn't dare let that thought cross her face.

"Turn on some music and dance for me while you remove the rest of your clothes," instructed Sierra.

Isabelle asked, "What kind of music would you like, my lady?"

"Choose whatever is your favorite," replied Sierra.

Isabelle stated, "I don't want to displease you in any way, my lady. What can I play for you?"

Sierra smirked at the question, knowing she had almost broken her submissive. "Choose your favorite and it will be fine."

Isabelle searched her collection and knew immediately when she had found the right music to accompany her striptease. She put her soundtrack from the movie 9 ½ Weeks in and picked You Can Leave Your Hat On. With music now playing her body began to sway and gyrate. Sierra sat in a chair across the room and enjoyed the show being played out just for her. The buttons were undone, one by one, revealing the small but plump breasts wrapped in a red lace bra that matched her pretty little panties. Sauntering toward Sierra, Isabelle dropped her blouse on the floor, turned her still hot, red ass toward Sierra and tucked a finger into each side of her panties and pulled it down, slowly bending over. She held that position for a moment and wagged her heart shaped ass so that Sierra got a good look at her already wet pussy. She stepped out of her panties and knelt down and placed her knees wide apart, displaying herself in a very vulnerable position hoping to find favor with Sierra. She remained in that position, awaiting further instruction. 

"Very nice, my pet, you did good. You shall be rewarded. You may kiss me now, but your hands must remain at your sides. Do you understand?" Sierra questioned.

"Yes, my lady, thank you." Isabelle crawled on her knees to between Sierra's legs and leaned forward to kiss her lips. Sierra purposely did not lean into the kiss so that Isabelle might have to use her arms to support herself. Isabelle traced her tongue over Sierra's lips in a gentle tease, hoping to regain some semblance of control. She leaned in to kiss Sierra deeply when her hand automatically reached up and caressed Sierra's face.

Stopping Isabelle's hand with one hand and grabbing a handful of hair at the back of her head with the other, pulling it abruptly, Sierra angrily said, "And again you disobey!" Isabelle was briskly marched to the wall. Sierra forced the top of Isabelle's head against the wall putting her into an awkward bent-over position.

"Do not even think of moving!" Sierra demanded.

Isabelle was trying to brace herself for more swats on the ass, but Sierra left the room. She waited and waited for what seemed like fifteen minutes when Sierra finally reappeared. Again, bracing herself, Isabelle was surprised by the feeling of silky material suddenly covering her eyes and being tied behind her head. Sierra grabbed her by the neck and marched her all around the apartment, purposely disorienting her. Then Isabelle heard the sound of clicks. "What was that?" Isabell thought to herself. She quickly found out when her hands were cuffed to what seemed like a towel bar. Now there was no escaping even if she wanted to. Trying to get her bearings she could feel that there was tile under her feet so she knew she was either in the bathroom or the kitchen. Even with her blindfold on she felt like the room was more spacious then the bathroom.

Sierra left the room again but returned quickly this time and said, "On your knees, my pet, and turn around."

Isabelle knew she had to figure out how to do this with her hands cuffed to the bar. She carefully turned her arms above her head and got down on her knees. The tile was cold against her skin. She thought for a moment to sit her ass cheeks down on the tile, hoping it would take out some of the heat and sting. However, she rethought that idea and knew that Sierra would catch on to her plan.

"Do you like chocolate?" asked Sierra.

"Yes, my lady, very much," replied Isabelle.

"Good. Then clean my cock of the hot fudge."

Confused, Isabelle found her mind imagining something when she felt a dildo at her lips and could smell the sweetness of the hot fudge. She was a bit relieved, but also knew that Sierra would not overstep the boundaries that they had set when they began to play these games. Opening her mouth to accept her treat, she found her mouth suddenly full. Her tongue wrapped around the head of the cock and she sucked it clean of its chocolaty flavor.

"What a good girl. You look like you've sucked cock before. Now stand up, turn around, and spread your feet shoulders width apart. Oh, and hang on," ordered Sierra.

Isabelle knew what was about to happen and her pussy began to quiver and get wetter with the anticipation. She did as she was told. Suddenly she felt the bulbous head of the cock begin to slide around her wetness and then she felt a rush as the cock began to consume her slick deep cavern. It felt so good that Isabelle was struggling to continue to stand. Sierra pounded Isabelle relentlessly causing gasps and moans of pleasure to escape from Isabelle's throat. Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, Sierra withdrew. Isabelle's pussy throbbed from the workout it just received and her legs were barely holding her up.

With Isabelle as her captive, Sierra knew she wanted to take Isabelle to the next level of submission. Reaching between Isabelle's legs, Sierra lubed her fingers with Isabelle's wetness and then slowly began to slide one finger and then two into Isabelle's tight little ass. Isabelle's eyes flew open, however they were still blindfolded, at the sensations she was feeling. Not wanting to give her feelings of shock away, Isabelle resisted but her own body betrayed her anyway. A very distant gasp came from her mouth causing Sierra to be well pleased.

"Just relax and breathe and let it happen, submissive. There is no part of you that I will not use up. Are we clear?" Sierra said.

"Yes, my lady, no part of me you won't use up," Isabelle said acknowledged.

Continuing to probe and stretch Isabelle's backside, Sierra began to lube the dildo that she had fucked Isabelle with. Spreading her ass cheeks apart, she placed the head of the cock at Isabelle's backdoor and slowly began to push it inside. At first the cock seemed too much for her tight bud to take and then the pain turned to pleasure. As Sierra was thrusting Isabelle's ass full she also reached around and fingered Isabelle's very erect clit. But Sierra knew the signs of Isabelle's impending orgasm and stopped just short of sending her over the edge. Isabelle moved her body around searching for Sierra's touch to finish what Sierra started, but to no avail. 

Isabelle felt Sierra remove the handcuffs when she realized she was just being freed from the bar she'd been attached to. Isabelle's hands were quickly cuffed again behind her back.

"On your knees," demanded Sierra, who then walked out of the room.

Isabelle did as she was told, feeling that her ass had been used like never before. She wondered what Sierra had planned for her next.

Hearing Sierra beckon from another room, Isabelle listened to her next instructions, "Remaining on your knees, come to me." Isabelle crawled across the floor trying not to fall over since she didn't have her hands to catch her if she fell.

"Ouch!" Isabelle exclaimed, running into a wall. She wasn't sure what room Sierra was in and tried to listen for her to make a noise to direct her. She strained to hear as she turned her head back and forth. She thought she heard Sierra breathing in the room to her right. She slowly began to make her way to that room, hoping she would find her lady. When she entered what she determined was the dining room she was sure she had found the right room. The breathing got louder as she approached.

"Very good Isabelle, now use that tongue of yours and pleasure my body," insisted Sierra.

Isabelle was excited that she'd finally be able to taste Sierra. She had longed to have her in her mouth since she met her but Sierra had wouldn't allow it the last time they played together. She found Sierra's foot and bent over to kiss it. She slowly made her way up Sierra's calves and thighs. She was glad to know that Sierra was naked so she could have unimpeded access. She could smell the musky scent of Sierra's obviously aroused pussy. She just breathed her warm breath over Sierra's pussy and then began to kiss her way up her stomach. She found one breast and nuzzled it, taking the nipple into her mouth. Her tongue circled Sierra's nipple and then took it between her teeth, now darting her tongue at it. Isabelle could sense Sierra's growing excitement, feeling the pace of her breathing becoming more erratic. She gave the same treatment to Sierra's other breast when all of a sudden Sierra grabbed Isabelle's head and brought it down to her wanting flooded pussy. Isabelle kissed the outside of Sierra's wet lips and then dipped her tongue into the slit. Just the flavor of Sierra's pussy almost caused Isabelle to cum. Before Sierra could stop it a guttural moan escaped from her, pleasing Isabelle. She continued to slide her tongue from one end of her slit to the next, savoring Sierra's nectar. She reached down and spread her pussy open so Isabell had total access. This caused Isabelle to come unhinged. She began to consume Sierra and fucked her with her tongue, plunging as far as it could reach. Sierra's breathing became quick and shallow as she felt her pleasure begin to reach its peak. Sierra began to shudder as she pulled Isabelle's face into her squirming pussy until she couldn't take any more.

"Heal submissive, heal," Sierra uttered in a shaky voice.

Isabelle pulled herself from between Sierra's quivering legs and sat back on her haunches. She could tell that her own pussy was now dripping with anticipation. She was hoping that her orgasm was next.

Sierra finished composing herself, stood up and grabbed Isabelle by the arm, pulling her up.

"Come, submissive, if you'd like your reward," Sierra demanded.

Sierra led Isabelle to the bed and sat her down on the edge, saying, "Open your mouth."

Isabelle did as she was told and felt a strange sensation run across her tongue. It was hard but a little rough, and sort of roundish she discovered, as her tongue explored the mystery in her mouth.

"Bite," Sierra instructed.

It was then that Isabell realized that she had a strawberry in her mouth, and then another, and then another. The taste was so sweet and the smell was delectable. She hadn't had anything since lunch time and was quite famished, so this was a delightful treat.

"Thank you, my lady, that was a wonderful surprise," Isabelle said.

"I wouldn't want you to lose your strength, you know." Sierra sarcastically uttered.

Sierra grabbed Isabelle's hands and undid a handcuff, pulled Isabelle's hands in front of her and cuffed them again. Pushing her down onto the bed, Sierra said, "Hands above your head."

Isabelle complied and found her hands clasped to something again. She was a little disappointed because she thought for a moment that she had her freedom back and her ability to touch Sierra as she made love to her, but again she was vulnerable, immobile. She heard something snap near her body and she startled, tensing in anticipation of another kind of swat. "But what did I do wrong?" she thought to herself. Just then she felt what she believed to be a feather stroking her body, teasing it a little. Then she felt the warm softness of Sierra's hands caressing her arms, her legs. Sierra cupped Isabelle's breast in her hand, licking the nipple ever so slightly and blowing on it to harden the nipple even more. Sierra took her nipple between her teeth, bit down and flicked her tongue over the top. This sensation sent lightening strikes throughout Isabelle's body. As her want increased, her body began to arch and writhe. Sierra was well pleased with Isabelle's readiness and continued to taunt her with her hot breath and busy, warm tongue.

"Spread your legs Isabelle," Sierra said in a soft tone. This was the first time all night Sierra had been anything but dominating and demanding. Isabelle opened her legs and pulled her knees to her chest to give Sierra full access and a complete view of her very drenched, pretty pink pussy.

'Mmmm," Sierra admired as she licked her lips in anticipation of the beautiful dessert in front of her. She spread Isabelle's lips open with her fingers, exposing her very erect clit and delicate pink folds. Sierra blew her hot breath over Isabelle's pussy, causing her to strain to reach Sierra's mouth, but without success. Sierra's tongue gently touched Isabelle's wetness, taking each lip into her mouth, and suckling. Her tongue found Isabelle's deep wet cavern and Sierra worked her tongue in and out with fervor.

"Oh my god that feels so incredible!" Isabelle squirmed, moaning in absolute pleasure never wanting Sierra to stop. 

Sierra found Isabelle's little hard nub and tantalized it with her tongue. She sucked it into her mouth, still quickly moving her tongue back and forth, up and down. In no time Isabelle's orgasm was upon her.

"Oh, oh, aw, aw, aughhhhhhhhhhhh!" Isabelle shouted as her body began to spasm, writhing in total ecstasy, cumming time and time again. Sierra worked Isabelle's pussy until she couldn't move. Sierra kissed her way up Isabelle's belly, chest, neck and then to her lips, mingling Isabelle's flavor with her own. Their tongues danced together in gentle passion. Sierra took Isabelle's blind fold off, kissed her eyes and removed the handcuffs that had kept Isabelle captive for most of the evening. 

Sierra wrapped Isabelle in her arms and softly said, "You did good. Next time I will bring along a new officiate whom you will teach the lessons you have learned."