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Something New

By: moll65doll



Moll typed fast. "Amelio. I did it! I'm over him!" 

Amelio, her married 40-year-old online buddy typed back. "No Way!"

"Yes way!

"You did?"

"Yep..." she typed one last time, bursting into laughs. Wow. What a long time it had taken her to get over this hot man.

"But you LOVE him! I mean, what happened to the mad woman I know?" he typed furiously. 

"She's dead!" Moll typed again, so relieved.

Amelio was silent. "Guess I have to close the book on Spain then, huh!"

SPAIN. Spain was the code name for Moll's long unhealthy infatuation. Spain was what made her insanely hilarious. Her love for this invisible person she had never met, except random communications on the Internet. Spain was tall, handsome and according to Moll simply delicious!

But Amelio never objected to his friend's madness. If anything it gave him a basis for a close friendship. Time away from his wife, whom he no doubt loved. And a sister of sorts in Moll. A sister he never had. A kind of baby sister he could protect from the world that made her borderline zany, and made him feel responsible. That's what he told her wife, at least. "I can't possibly leave her alone to go to the ruins. She's so childish about this online thing. If I'm not there, she'll surely perish!"

And now, things had finally panned out as he had wanted. Amelio could rest. SPAIN was no longer.

"It's that easy!" Moll assured him. "I will no longer get butterflies when he writes me. I won't day dream. At least not with him in it. I won't compare every man to him. It's finished," she typed jubilant, tossing her shampooed hair about.

"Good riddance, then?" he asked one last time. He really did want one. A promise. For her to promise him NEVER EVER to speak to that man again. For all they knew he was a bad man. An evil twisted man who had conned her. Conned her into loving him. 

But Moll had never agreed before. So what finally broke her away from him, he couldn't stop wondering.

"Boredom," she typed. "I got bored of being lonely and unwanted. I need to meet a real man, Amelio," she typed. "A real man. I man I can frolic in the hay with. Not some ghost who will appear out of the blue once in a while and then demand to have a conversation."

She was right, Amelio thought. But he didn't say anything. "But don't you dare find another man here," he typed instead. "Focus on your work. Let some time go and maybe then," he typed, hoping she would listen. 

"Okay," she wrote, making him wonder even more.

"And there's nothing else then?" he asked again, one last time.

"Nothing," she assured, and then signed off.

It was impossible, as far, as Amelio's calculations of Moll, that she would just up and about her plans. If anything this sudden decision and her willing to go along plan made him squeamish.

Amelio signed off, but not out. As a network manager he never quite did. It was his job to surf the Internet, to find out what was going on, and to report things that were unusual. Lately, the new demands of homeland security had meant that he work extra hours fishing, though little real work got done. He used this time, instead to keep track of suspicious characters. SPAIN was certainly one of them.

"SPAIN". He opened the search command and typed in that file name. SPAIN that bastard who had played with his sister was no fan of his, though he never said this to Moll. He never spoke, for e.g. of SPAIN's long list of female friends. The ones he met for weekend sex. The ones who he cybered with and made proclamations of love. It wasn't all that possible to talk about him either. 

SPAIN was not just any man, after all. He was top-level clearance kind of guy. A con.

Amelio had tracked the man's positions for a long time. And not just where he logged in from. As soon as he had tracked a physical location, he'd send a man over, only to find two other groups already inspecting. SPAIN was very important. A few international deals worth billions important. A few people in higher places made sure SPAIN was clean as a whistle, as far as the official records were concerned. All this worried Amelio greatly. 

He placed a trusted man outside Moll's apartment to protect her, with orders to shoot anyone remotely suspicious. 

"Do you know! There's a bald short man who moved into the opposite apartment across the street and all he does is stand outside his door and stare at my apartment!" She was furious. 

"I'm sure he's no harm. Unless he's rude to you, you should let it be," he typed back, a little surprised she had noticed. 

"Let it be? He practically stares me down when I go out. I have to like glare at him until he looks away. And frankly speaking, I don't get it. He looks depressed. Like someone told him to stand there and he really just wants to be doing something else. So, why does he always have to be there for?" he felt her yelling through the Internet.

Amelio giggled again, ushering his wife into the room to read the message. 

"Still nosing about people's business, huh?" she put his coffee down on the table and read over the message. She often did. While she had nothing to fear of this sister character Amelio had found over the Internet, it was always good to be part of one's husband's life. Even if half of it was spent on the Internet.

"I'm not nosing. I'm helping," Amelio explained. He always felt like he had to explain things to her, in case she felt neglected. In truth, he didn't do all this on purpose. It was a just a work-related hazard. Too much time online. "I will just feel responsible if something happens to her. And the man works for the wrong people," he scoffed as she walked away rolling her eyes. 

"So, what do you mean he stares at you?" he returned to Moll, immediately. "I thought I told him to....." he typed, but quickly erased.

"Yeah. So rude. And obnoxious," Moll scoffed. The thought of the man made skin crawl, but she didn't know why.

"Don't worry. He's probably just antisocial," he typed and looked at the watch. His wife always left him the coffee when she wanted him to stay awake. It was late. Did she have plans?

While Moll went on typing, he quickly logged on to his other ID, and sent the boy a quick but stern message before running off to his wife. 

"You are to keep an eye on her house. Not on her. She complained about you and may report you. Got it?"

Jose rolled his eyes. On the other side of the world where Amelio had sent him, Jose hated it. It was the 10th hour he had been standing outside his door staring at an apartment 206. He really hated his job, but here he was, protecting stupid insane women from online predators. 

And who was he to question Amelio. If Amelio said "do it", he did it. The woman was obviously in need of protection, or something. He had heard of SPAIN. Why they called him that and not by his real name, he did not know, but he knew how bad the man was, whatever they called him. Daily, he looked through her mail to find letters that might be dangerous and had them sent back to the lab for further study. SPAIN's name had appeared only on one envelope. And in it was no love letter but a plastic bomb. Yes. And what son-of-a-bitch does that kind of thing to a woman who's insane about him?

"The girl's incredibly stupid," he typed his girlfriend. "To fall for someone like this," he rolled his eyes. 

"You mean, to fall in love online," she scoffed right back. "Have you forgotten how WE met? And are you implying that I'm stupid?" she typed back angrily.

"No..no!" Jose typed back frantically, only to see her stomp out. 

Alas! How could he forget! Indeed he had met her in one of those cheesy hangouts for dumped people. Room 30's romance or something it was, though she turned out to be 40. Initially it was to find Moll, make her fall in love with him, and then protect her until SPAIN became a non-issue. At least, that was Amelio's great plan. And that's why he had been outside always looking. To fall in love and marry a complete stranger even if her brother was willing to pay a good $40,000 for it from NSA discretionary funds – even that required some level of wooing and physical attraction. And that is why, girlfriend in Canada or not, here he was staring at her window, hoping she would notice. Hoping she would fall for it, and who knows, maybe things would work. 

She wasn't ugly that's for sure. 

But, after six months of chasing her on chat rooms and failing – the BITCH – he gave up. The woman had way too much pride. She could read him like a palm, too. She knew, for instance, he was planted. By whom, she had doubts, but she knew. She knew and she told him to stop stalking her. And then some security folks from the chat site ordered him off. Now, all that stuff, she never told Amelio. Why not? What did she not trust?

So, Jose changed his focus. Amelio decided that money would be given him, just as agreed. Now, he just had to keep her alive.

"He's been married once. Two kids. Will lose his wife's financial leverage if she leaves him, because he's sleeping around. She had no clue. But if she does, she's surely not stand by his side when he runs for election," he typed to his old girlfriend in Montreal, whom he had started seeing again. "And my job is to make sure that Amelio's sister doesn't get hurt in the process," he tried to sound honest, keeping his eyes on Moll's door. 

When she walked out he watched every step. When she came back, he followed her like a hawk. And a part of him paced frantically back-and-forth as he did, like it was something he waited for all day. To see her if only once! And when he did, his heart sank, because it was only a job. What would she think?

"I really should go back to work," he signed off from work and made himself available for Moll, back at the front door, though she would never look. Why did she not? Who was she, anyway to treat people like they didn't exist?

Once he purposely picked a fight with her online. And asked her that. And then he told her he'd loved to make love to her. 

But, as suspected, she had 'iggied' him for the hundredth time after line one. She had sniffed him out.

Angry! Neglected and his pride hurt, he made sure she saw the letter on her doorstep. 'MARRY ME!" it said in bold. But instead of reading it, she quickly turned, and like angry woman tore the letter in two. 

"In time she'll come to appreciate that I kept her alive," he typed instead, to his old girlfriend in Canada. 

"He's stopped staring," Moll found herself typing to Amelio. 

"Who?"

"The man. Apartment 107."

"Oh!" Amelio remembered. How could he forget! "Yes, well I told you so," he typed an LOL at his sister. "But if he does anything again, just let me know. I'll hack a hole in his computer so big he'll never bother you again."

Moll chuckled. In his own little quirky way, Amelio was the perfect brother. He kept a watch over her when no one damn cared. And though she pretended not to know, she knew, what he really was. It was simple. The man across the street, for e.g., appearing out of nowhere when she began to tell Amelio about the strange mail in her box. The funny phone messages. The creepy online chatters. 

He had looked after her, even though she had never told him the whole truth. That she knew. 

After all, she had seen SPAIN face-to-face. It had not been arranged. In fact, it was all a big coincidence. She had gone to Los Angeles to visit friends. And there he was speaking at a public gathering. And might she add, looking like he owned the place. Such airs!

The way he commanded the floor. His voice, decisive.

But instead of being jubilant, there she was with mud on her face. Realizing her big mistake. He was not who he said he was. But far more.

It had not meant anything to him, she realized, those years of knowing each other, in whatever capacity. Of talking. Laughing. The innocence lost in one moment of recognition. And then, it became clear, why he had said they could never be together. "I have some secrets, he said."

"Too many secrets," she mumbled aloud as she walked up to him in the line of the many. And as they met face to face, and his jaws dropped three miles, she no longer feared anything. The worst had already been done. And he would be lucky to hear from her again. 

Something New



Jim and Jessica had been friends and coworkers for several years. An opportunity came up to visit the Las Vegas office of their department. Jim had told Jess about a special friend, Teresa, whom had shown interest in getting together with him when he arrived. More interest, when Teresa was told Jess was coming too! They all met for dinner, in the hotel restaurant, enjoying each other's company. This would be the first time they had all met face to face. Nervous excitement filled the air. The meal was good, and the drinks calmed their nerves. They brought a bottle of wine to the room to enjoy as they got to know each other better. As they relaxed in the suite, shoes came off and a comfortable feeling enveloped them as they sat together on the couch, drinking the wine.

Jess was sitting next to Jim, since they knew each other well, while Teresa sat across from them in a wide plush chair. As they chatted, Jess would run her hand and fingers down the front of Jim's shirt while her head was tilted to his shoulder. She would playfully whisper in his ear that she liked Theresa and wished they had gotten together sooner.

Jim was staring into Tee's eyes gauging her reaction, as Jess continued to lick at his ear and play with his chest hair, unbuttoning his shirt as she did. Jim's hand was on Jess' thigh now, gently squeezing easing her legs apart as his hand slid further up the thigh. 

Teresa was now leaning back into the chair and staring at the couple in front of her, enjoying the show. She downed the remains of her drink and set the glass down on a table nearby. She was feeling a tad warm, and could feel herself getting damp from the erotic scene before her. She stretched her arms above her head pushing her ample chest out, and as she finished, ran her hands down the front of herself. Spending some time to feel her own nipples begin to stiffen. She continued to watch as Jess openly fondled the growing bulge in Jims pants. Tee had reached between her legs, rubbing through the fabric of her dress, enjoying the sensual feeling her hands created.

She caught Jim's eyes looking at her and lifted her dress to reveal her naked pussy. She was enjoying herself, hands at her trim bush. He had his hand at Jess's thong and pulled the material away to show off Jess's pussy. It was clean shaven, and wonderfully pink inside. She could see how moist and wet Jess was. Tee removed the rest of her clothes and moved toward the couple on the couch. 

Jim had opened the front of Jess' shirt and unsnapped the front of her bra, letting her breasts tumble freeexposing them for him to lick and suck. Jess was now leaning back on the couch as Jim's fingers rubbed her clit in a circular motion and sucked on her right tit. She felt Tee's hands spread her knees and felt the girl's hair against the inside of her leg. Tee could smell the intoxicating aroma that was coming from the girl in front of her. Jim stopped his rubbing and just held the lips spread open, so her stiff throbbing clit was exposed. Teresa gently blew on it, causing Jess to shiver. Then she flicked the tip of her tongue at it, placing small kisses on it. Jessica moaned deep in her chest. Tee continued to lick her clit and taste the sweetness that was soon dripping down her lips. She pushed the tip of her tongue inside Jess bringing a shuddering moan from Jess's lips. Delighted with the reaction, Tee brought two fingers up and inserted them in side Jess's cunt, to give her a nice fingering. 

Jim had removed the rest of his clothes kneeled on the cushions. Offering his dick to Jess to suck on as Teresa was eating her. She took the shaft in her hand and fed the head into her mouth as she sucked it like a lollipop. She licked slowly up and down the length of him, looking up into his face as she did. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he struggled to stay upright with this new feeling assaulting his senses. As Tee's fingering sped up, Jess would moan with him in her mouth, stroking him as she sucked. It felt like a small vibrator around his cock. She kept jerking him off as she blew him and was rewarded after 15 minutes work with a face full of dick cream. Jess was soon after. Tee had her frothing and Jess squealed as she shuddered, a small jet of her juice gushing from her cunt. Drenching the face of Tee.

Jim relinquished his spot on the couch to Teresa, as Jess wanted to return the favor to her new friend. Jess crept up the other girl's body and gave her a deep sensual kiss, with tongues exploring, and lashing out at each other. Jim refilled his wine glass and sat enjoying this display of wanton desires. With Teresa's head thrown back, Jess began licking down the nape of her neck, stopping at the girls ripe young breasts, the nipples were stiff, begging to be suckled and nibbled on. Jess took each nipple in hand and squeezed them, earning a moan from Tee. Jessica's leg had parted the other girl's thighs and she moved her leg up until contact was made. Jess could feel how wet Tee was, and rubbed the now moist area of her sex. Jess' hand moved to rub the top of her mound all the way to thru her lips down to the puckered bud. This girl was wet! Teresa was now squeezing and pinching her own tits as Jess moved down to her hot steamy cunt. Jess pushed the hood back to reveal the hard nubbin; she flicked her tongue at it and heard the change in breathing as she licked it. Tee was finding it hard to breathe, as the sensations soon filled her. Jess was darting her snakelike tongue deep into her and she knew she was oozing wetness. Jim had left the room for a moment and returned with a familiar pink and white butt plug, the toy of choice in their previous talks. Handing it to Jess, she had licked the toy and then licked at Teresa's asshole. She relaxed herself, and looked forward to the insertion. She wasn't disappointed; Jess knew what she was doing. Jess slowly poked the tip into her and waited a second before pushing further, all the while licking and sucking at Tee's puss. It filled her nicely and was very comfortable.

Jess looked up at Jim and they exchanged a meaningful smile. Teresa felt as though there was an unspoken command. Jess gave her friends pussy a few more licks and moved out of the way. Jim moved in and was hard and ready. With a hand on either of Teresa's knees, he spread her wide. Jess had taken hold of his meaty cock and gave a quick lick to the head before pushing it towards Tee's open cunt. Jim pushed into Tee's cunt and she moaned loudly, feeling as though she was going to burst. He adjusted himself and pushed further. He could feel the butt plug thru the thin membrane between the two holes. He started to pull back and plunge forward again. She was in heaven; she'd never been so filled in her life. She felt the first stirrings of orgasm and screamed as the spasms hit. He continued pounding away at her hot dripping pussy and Jess reached down and started pulling out the plug. 

Oh God! NOOO!! But she felt the device slide back in! Oh God, she was getting fucked in both holes - in and out and she felt another orgasm coming. She kept pinching her nipples as they fucked her with real dick and plastic one. She removed one hand from her tit to rub and play with her clit as they pumped her full of cock. Another rushing climax and she was spewing cream over both hand and cock. He knew it would be tight and he wouldn't last forever. He bent forward and gave her a deep kiss, tongues playing with each other. He asked her if she was having fun yet? She could only smile at him and stated " Indeed". He fucked her for a few more minutes and then he pulled out and grunted that he was coming .He pumped out a small pool of jism on her belly. Jess was smiling at them both and knew they had just made something special happen. Teresa felt quite satisfied, and knew that they would have all sorts of fun for the next few hours. After all, this was something new...



Something New



It all starts out the night Carrie put her fingers in my mouth while she was riding me. I really got into the moment, and my mind began to imagine things. I sucked on each of them as though they were all penises. Licking them, sucking them, making them go as deep into my mouth as possible. Then she moved her body faster up and down. I moaned as she orgasmed. Our cum collided inside of her, causing some of it to splash out in between our bodies. 

Right when she was about to get up, to clean herself, I held her down by the hips. "Carrie, lay down, I will take care of it." I said softly. 

She laid, I ate. I my jizz was pouring out of her and I was making a meal out of it. I loved the taste. I couldn't get enough of it. I sucked and licked till there was nothing left except another round of her cum.

Carrie and I have been together for almost two years now and still, our sex lives are growing more interesting. When we fuck, we fuck well. When she gives me head, I go insane. When I eat her out, she yells out to G-d. We always make sure we enjoy the different forms of pleasure we perform. 

One night, we were watching HBO and an episode of Real Sex was on. One of the women being interviewed said she always wanted to use a strap-on to "fuck a man." I looked at my Love and she was smiling. I asked, "What are you smiling at?" 

"I have always been interested in fucking a man in the ass." 

I was so happy to hear this from her because I always wanted to lose my anal virginity to some one whom I trust and love and know will treat me gently when doing so. For most of my high school years I would finger myself while masturbating. I am not gay but I was curious to feel another mans dick in my hand, mouth and ass. I can't help but get turned on about the idea. My problem is that no one knows about it. So I simply said, "Let's do it."

The week goes by and on Friday, after work, I stopped by the local porn shop to buy a strap-on. When I got home that evening I saw my girlfriend standing in the doorway of our room wearing only a thong. She signaled for me to come closer and I obeyed. We begin to kiss passionately and I lightly grab her ass. She pushed away the second I grabbed and said, "Where is my penis?" 

I give her the bag and she shoves me out of the room and locks the door. Two minutes later she opens the door and I noticed the amazing penis she was wearing. I instinctively dropped to my knees.

She approached me and I began to stroke this beautiful, realistic looking penis. I grabbed her ass to pull her crotch closer and started giving her a blow job. 

At first I had trouble getting this big piece of rubber in my mouth, but eventually I relaxed my jaw and throat and began to deep throat the whole thing. It is about 8 inches long and I was taking it all in. She starts to say to me, "Ohhh Jay, you look so good sucking my cock!" 

That drove me crazy. So in my moment of insanity I stood up, ripped all my clothes off and threw her onto the bed and told her to lay back. I continued licking and sucking this amazing toy as though it would really shoot cum. After a while she stopped me and told me to get on all fours. I did so.

I felt her tongue on my asshole. It felt incredible. I had to hold back with all my strength from cumming right there on the bed. She licked fast and hard. Amidst of this pleasure I thought I heard her say I was getting wet. She he reached around with her hand and began to slowly jerk me off while tossing my salad.

"Ok, honey, I am going to make you my bitch now."

She starts to finger me with one hand and lubed the dick with the other hand and before I knew it I had this big long, thick rubber cock in my ass. It felt great from beginning to end. Pumping me slowly at first, she kept her hands on my hips. We developed a motion and I started to press myself harder and faster on the dildo. She then flips me over, raises my legs and starts to fuck me on my back. I instantly began to cum all over myself. 

"Scoop it up and eat it." She demanded.

I got as much into my mouth, with my fingers, as possible and, like always, it tasted so good! When I was done eating my cum she took the cock out of my ass and started to give me head. Once I was hard again she stopped and then blindfolded me and told me to wait on the bed. 

I heard her move to the bathroom door, and then I heard a voice that wasn't hers. A bunch of footsteps moved toward me on the bed. "Jay, find your way to the floor and get on your knees!"

I obeyed. I could smell the person in front of me. They smelled like me except with different cologne on. I had a feeling of where this was all going. 

"Take the blindfold off."

When I did I saw these two guys standing in front of me, naked. "Meet Steve and James," Carrie said. I greeted them with a kiss on their penises. 

"Now meet Adriana, my new best friend." I looked over to her and there is this beautiful girl who looks very similar to my Carrie, except South American looking, standing there in her underwear with her arm around Carrie's waist. 

While on my knees I move towards Adriana, pulled down her thong and gave her a big, wet lick on her pussy. She moaned and her knees went weak and held herself up by holding onto my shoulders. Carrie got down on her knees with me and began to lick Adriana's already wet vagina. Carrie pressed her against the wall and licked some more while grabbing Adriana's ass. She stopped for a second only to give me a big kiss, sharing Adriana's wetness with me. 

"Sorry, but she is mine. Now go attend your two new friends." I went back to Steve and James, stood up and began to kiss Steve. While Steve and I kissed I grabbed his dick and began to jerk him off while he grabbed my ass. James came from behind me and began to rub his dick in the crack of my ass and kissed and licked my neck. It felt so good. The sensation of another person's dick rubbing my ass almost made me cum right there all over Steve. But I held it in.

James then put his hand on my shoulders and gently pushed me down to my knees. I loved this view. I had these two, beautiful penises and sets of balls right there at my face, begging to be pleased. I began to suck on Steve first while stroking James. I never felt so sexy in my life. Pleasing two men at once was such a turn on for me. I kept a steady pace with Steve, with my tongue running up and down the shaft of his steel hard dick. I tasted his pre-cum which only made me lick fast and harder and make his penis all wet with my saliva. I felt a sudden pulse in my mouth and his cock erupted his hot, juicy cum. There was so much. I struggled at first to swallow it in one gulp which caused some of his cum to leak out and run down my cheek. I got even more turned on to have his jizz on my face like that, I felt very feminine and slutty. Then I took a second gulp and got every last bit of it. 

"Let James cum on you!" I heard Carrie yell. I looked over to see her sitting on the bed with Adriana on her knees in between Carrie's legs, licking her vagina. She moaned and gave me the sexiest look I have ever seen her make. She then put her hands on top of Adriana's head and pushed her down more into her vagina. Carrie seemed to be enjoying herself having this kind of control. 

I started to speed up my hand job on James and licked his balls. He grabbed my hair lightly and I licked the pre-cum off the tip of his penis. With my other hand I was fingering his asshole. After I stuck two fingers deep into his ass he took half a step back and shot his load all over my face and chest. He too had so much to release and it got all over me. On my cheeks, chin, neck and nipples. The warm juice of his made my dick want to explode but still, I held back. I stood up when he was finished and they both began to scoop all the cum off of me with their tongues and kissed me after every lick. 

After they got most of James' jizz off of me and into my mouth I got back down on my knees and started to give them both head. I couldn't help myself. The taste of dick was so addicting. I wanted more of it. I kept switching off every few seconds of sucking the two. Before I knew it they were both hard again. This is where the real fun began. 

When they were hard Steve stood me up and put me on the bed. James laid on his back and I began to suck him some more. I deep throated him the whole time and I could tell he was going crazy by the sounds he was making and his squirming. I wasn't sure what Steve was doing until I felt his tongue on my asshole. It felt as good as Carrie's except this time I knew a real dick would follow. I was getting so horney from the tossing and me giving head, that I just yelled out "FUCK ME!"

Click here!

Carrie giggled and I realized I forgot she was still in the room. I caught a glance of her on the floor 69ing with Adriana on top. They looked so sexy together. Almost exact body matches licking each other's vagina. I wanted to watch some more but Steve stuck his meat into my ass, I was in heaven. Once we both established a rhythm I continued sucking James. 

Now I am not sure how this happened but after about 15 minutes of her 69ing and me being double teamed, Carrie and I began to moan together. I didn't bother to turn my head because I was into working on James and Steve cumming inside of me. Our moans began to grow louder and louder and Steve pumped faster, in and out, in and out, faster, while I moved my head faster up and down on James. 

My dick was pounding at that time, and when I couldn't hold back any longer the magic happened. Carrie and I both yelled out each other's name. We were so loud I was sure the neighbors would call the cops. I came all over James' leg; he came in my mouth, getting it all down my throat in one shot. Steve gave a hard thrust and he shot his load far up my ass. The feeling of hot cum in my ass made me cum some more. I look over at Adriana and Carrie and see that Adriana's cum was leaking out and Carrie was eating it all up while Adriana sucked up all of Carrie's cream. 

We all laid around for a few minutes until Carrie got up and said "Ok, everyone has to go home." Carrie and I never saw Steve, James or Adriana again, but she still puts her fingers in my mouth when riding me. 

The End?



Something New



I had just started seeing this guy about 4 weeks ago and we've been getting along great. We've already hit the sheets at my place several times. We're also great together sexually. Tonight I'm going to his place for the first time and we'll have several hours to spend alone before I have to get back home. He picked me up right on time and drove straight to his place. I can't wait, this is the first time neither of us will have to hold back because my kids might hear. He unlocks his apartment door and we settle on the couch.

We start kissing softly, just holding each other. As our tongues dance in each others mouths our hands carress each others backs. When our kissing becomes more intense he pulls back, looks into my eyes and asks if I want to try something new. I'm a little worried about what he has in mind. When he noticed I was hesitating to answer, he asked if I trusted him and he promised he would do nothing to hurt me. I was hoping I wouldn't regret it but I said ok. He got up and got something out of a drawer. He handed it to me and to my surprise it was a blindfold. I just looked at him, he smiled and asked me to put it on. I'm really not sure of this but I put the blindfold on. He pulls me to my feet and starts leading me somewhere telling me I can trust him.

I can feel that we walked into another room. He let go of my hand and I can hear him moving things and clicking noises and drawers opening but not a sound from him. I really want to take the blindfold off but I don't want him to think I don't trust him. Now he's next to me and taking my clothes off. I reach my hands out and I can feel that he already has his clothes off. He pulls me tight against him and kisses me intensely. I respond hungrily, running my hands up and down his body. He picked me up and started carrying me, but instead of putting me down on his bed, he put me down on a hard surface. He asked me to lie down and positioned me how he wanted me. Right now I'm feeling a combination of fear and excitement.

He positions himself on top of me straddling my waist. He bends down and starts kissing me again. I can feel his hard cock against my stomach. He runs his one hand along my arm and raises it above my head. He wraps something around my wrist with a click and quickly does the same with my other wrist. I can't move my arms and I'm about to start panicking when he begins kissing my neck and shoulders. He runs his mouth slowly down my body, and I'm getting very excited. He lingers at my navel as his hands squeeze my ass. He stops what he's doing and moves away from me. Now what? 

I feel something near my face and when I turn my head he sticks his cock into my mouth, I suck on the head before taking the whole thing in my mouth. He thrusts it in and out of my mouth, face fucking me for several minutes. He stops and moves away from me again. Now he's down at my feet massaging them. He moves up to my calves and then my thighs. He starts kissing my thighs as his fingers play with my bush. He lightly brushes against my wet pussy as my hips raise slightly to meet him. He licks my clit softly at first, then harder. He shoves his tongue in and out of my hole and back to my clit. Everytime he could tell I was getting close he would move to a different area. "Let me come", I beg. He just laughed slightly and said not yet.

He moved away one more time and I heard him open another drawer. He came back to me and put something around my ankles, spread my legs wide and I heard more clicking as he fastened my legs to the table. Now what, I thought again. He started licking my ass, inside and out. I usually don't like that but this time it's turning me on big time. I feel a slight pressure against my ass and assumed it was his cock. I was about to say no, when he thrust it in me. It wasn't his cock, I heard another click and vibrations started deep inside my ass as he started licking my clit. As he was butt fucking me with the vibrator and sucking my clit I came with such a massive orgasm that I left out a scream of relief. He removed the vibrator from my ass and positioned himself between my legs.

He reached back and I could feel him undo my leg bindings. He raised my legs one at a time up in the air and back toward my head. I heard more clicking as he fastened my legs in that position with my ass slightly raised off the table. He proceeded to ram his cock deep inside my spread pussy. He leaned down and fiercely kissed me as he pounded me fast and hard until he exploded his ample supply of hot juices deep in my twitching hole. I gasped and moaned from the intensity. He pulled himself out of me and his juices ran over my asshole.

He undid all my bindings and laid down next to me. He kissed me and removed my blindfold. At first all I could see was his face smiling at me. Then I looked around at the room. It was a masters paradise. I never even considered doing bondage or letting myself be submissive before. After this day I think I'll be coming here more often for whatever fun he can come up with.



Something New



"Ok, here we are; here's our room."

"Right, now show me this hottie you've been dropping hints about!"

"Ok, ok..." I smile.

As we crash on the bed, I flip open my phone to access the correct website to show J the picture that always brings a smile to my face.

"Here. That's him," I say, handing over the phone.

"Seriously? that's him?" Her eyes dart to mine.

"Yeah, why?"

"He just looks familiar is all. like i've seen him recently," J answers as she hands the phone back. She is clearly disturbed by something, but not forthcoming at the moment.

"Ok! let's get ready for the show!"

"YEAH! I can't wait!!"

We unpack the few things we need and refresh ourselves from the trip. But as I look at J, I still see the furrow in her brow and I know she's deep in thought. I decide I'll tackle that one later.

Outside the hotel we set off in the direction of the theater, chattering like magpies in our excitement. As we pass a coffee shop, J stops and looks behind her, that look of intensity on her face again.

"What?" I ask. "You're acting weird."

"Well..."

"'Well' what?" I huff.

"Well...that guy you showed me, I thought I saw him in the window of the coffee shop. And I almost thought I saw him earlier too, but that I can't be sure of."

This information sends my brain off in a dozen different directions at once and I have to take a few minutes to rein my thoughts in. He can't possibly be in Chicago, he wouldn't do that...would he? No, I decide not and dismiss the idea...

As best I can...for I find that it haunts me occasionally throughout the night. Even while we are enjoying our event, I glance around from time to time. Whether from hope or paranoia, I don't know. Because after a while I feel like there are eyes on me. But I dismiss this as just plain silly. There's no way you would be in the same town as me at the same time...I shake my head to bury the thoughts.

As the event lets out, we decide that we will wait for the entertainer b/c he has a wonderful habit of coming out for a "meet and greet" and pictures with his fans. YAY! J and I stand together, trying to stay warm in the ever-cooling Chicago night air.

"Amanda" I hear a male voice shout. I spin around, looking for the source. I see a woman greeting a man and assume this is the mysterious "Amanda." I feel a bit disconcerted, and a bit disappointed; for what fun it would be to meet you unexpectedly on this glorious night. I close my eyes and the crowd fades away; and I start to imagine a story come to life.

"Amanda...Amanda...AMANDA!" I give myself a mental shake, inhale deeply, and smile as I bring myself back to the Chicago street.

"Sorry," I say sheepishly.

"That's ok," J looks at me. "Where were you?"

"Oh, just someplace warm." I sidestep.

"Hhmm. Look, the line' moving," J grabs my arm and we move into place.

"That was soo GREAT!" I skip down the sidewalk on our way back to the hotel. "He signed the program and we got awesome pix, I'm SO happy!"

When we arrive back at our room, I turn to J, "I'm going to get some ice so we can have something cold to drink; I'm thirsty."

"Alright hun, I'm going to hop in the shower."

I grab the ice bucket and head out the door, remembering to take the key so I don't have to leave J unsecured. I look both ways, searching for a sign that will tell me where to get ice. To the left is a poorly-lit hallway and to the right I see more rooms and, more importantly, light. So I decide to go right for the time being. I get to the end of the hallway and turn the corner when my eyes spot the sign for ice and vending machines...with the arrow pointing back the way I came. 'Oh great,' I think.

Sighing, I turn and trudge back the other way, squinting my eyes to try and make anything out at the other end of the hallway to which I am now headed. I have no luck. I pass my room, still squinting in the hopes that my eyes will pick up something in the dimness. I stop at the threshold of darkness and take a deep breath, telling myself to stop being a baby and just get the damn ice already!

I take my first steps and stop; nothing is wrong, everything is fine! I was just being silly! I relax, hold the ice bucket loosely by my side, and begin my journey again. As I go deeper into the darkness, I can hear the hum of the machines and eventually I see the dim lights that they are emitting. I position the bucket under the dispenser and press the button. The machine grinds and ice clinks and clunks into the plastic bin.

I become aware of a presence seconds before I feel breath at my ear and a whispered "Shhhh." I move to turn around, but there are hands at my elbows holding me against the machine.

"Wha..?" is all I manage to get out before there are lips on my neck and the voice again, "It's me babe."

I fight the surge of elation and desire rising within me, but I'm not quick enough to prevent the catch in my breath.

"And how the hell do I know that? Why should I trust you?" My voice is tinged with desire and petulance.

"Because," the voice becomes stronger, clearer and the hands change to spin me around.

I gasp as my eyes struggle to make my brain believe that it's really you...standing there in front of me...in a hotel in Chicago. I look at you and you're moving towards me, your hand stealing into my hair to hold my head still for a mind-blowing kiss. I can hear our panting and the juicy sound of our lips moving on each other. Suddenly, I feel a sharp tug and my head is snapped back to give you better access to bite my shoulder (you know, that place where it meets the neck...). My inhale is sharp and the moan that follows is almost a whimper, it feels that powerful.

I reach a hand out to brace myself as you press me harder into the machine. I can feel your throbbing erection and I press my hips back at it; letting you know in no uncertain terms that it is very welcome. Your hands are fondling my breasts as your hips press back harder in response and the machine tips a little ways back to hit the wall and the solid thud when it lands back on 4 feet brings us back to reality...

But not for long...the ice has spilt.



Something New



He slapped me. Hard. 

This was new. 

When I met Marcus, he was this shy guy that always came in the café and one day finally grew enough guts to ask to sit at my table and have coffee with me. I was sitting in the shop reading a book and all a sudden, there he was. I had seen him before. 

"May I join you?" His voice was a little shaky but his demeanor was interesting. Despite the way he sounded, he seemed pretty confidant.

My response came out elongated. "Sure." I wasn't certain what he wanted, but he was cute enough that I wasn't going to deny him. 

I closed my book and we immediately began to carry a conversation. It started off with names. He was Marcus and I was Claire. From there it went on to what we were currently doing. I was a grad student in my final year for a degree in English and he worked at a law firm. We both had similar and different past times. Both of us enjoyed watching movies and reading. He preferred going to loud bars with large groups of friends. I'd rather stay home and have a small dinner party.

There was an age difference too. When he mentioned he was a lawyer, I was curious as to how long. 'Ten years,' was his response and immediately, I asked his age. It wasn't something that I meant to do on purpose. It was more of a reflex. He was 38. I was just 23. That was fifteen years between us. 

"Does that bother you?" he wondered. 

"I'm not sure. I wouldn't have put you at 38. Maybe around 30 but not 38." I was being honest. He obviously took care of himself. And with no children and I guess not enough strain at work, there was no age to show on his face. 

"I'm only 23," I continued. "Does that bother you?"

His smile was sweet. "Not really. I figured you weren't older than 25." He seemed to be sincere. He really didn't mind. So I chose not to care and accepted his offer for dinner the following night. 

And lunch that following Sunday. 

And a movie a week later. 

It wasn't long until we were seeing each other often. Weeks went by with the same plans - dinner and movies. I met some of his close friends and he met some of mine. Before long, we were trying to see each other everyday. Late snacks at the breakfast house at 11pm and coffee at an odd café at 3am told me that we both wanted each other more than just for a midnight social. 

Two months into the relationship, I ended up at his house for a late-night dinner and never left. 

The sex was amazing. A bottle and half of wine into the evening and we were all over other in the kitchen. Tension surged everywhere that had obviously been bottled up for awhile. It was so intense that we barely made it to the bedroom. It almost felt like it was over before it even started. Luckily, it was a Friday. I stayed there for the entire weekend. 

What had started off with dinner and coffee for weeks, continued in endless pleasure. It was almost as if we couldn't get enough of each other. I found myself at his place often. He informed me of his hidden key under his mat and I would wait. That started off with me sitting in his kitchen having a drink and carried on into the following weeks as we both began to push each others limits.

I pushed first with lingerie. It was probably the safest. Pretty panties and lacy bras. Then one day I walked in to a gift on the dining room table. At first I thought it would more lingerie that he picked out. I had received gifts before of items that barely hid anything. But he had something else in mind. A box, with a vibrator and a note indicating that when he got there, he wanted to watch me play. That's when watching each other get off became a new theme.

Then I stepped it up a couple more notches with a video tape one night when I couldn't come over. I think I got off more to video taping myself than the actual act I was recording. But he came back and surprised me. I received a video tape the next day in return to him jacking off. 

He always knew how to surprise me.

A week later, I showed up to his place in a different outfit covered by a trench coat. He seemed curious when he let me in the door, but I never gave him enough time to ask any questions before the trench was off and on the floor. Underneath, I wore a leather corset with knee high boots. And no underwear. He begged me to do things to him and I walked around the house, ignoring him until I could no longer take it anymore myself. Not a single item came off when I rode him that night. 

And when I thought it couldn't go any further, he spanked me one day. It started off playful after dinner and I hit him back. Then he hit back harder and I hit him harder. Next thing I knew, my ass was sore and I was dripping from how much it had turned me on. He wanted to play rough with me. And I let him. I figured that our sex drives were on the same plane. I was in heaven. 

But today, we decided to take it one step further. I was very nervous since I had never allowed anyone to tie me up before. But we agreed to take bondage slow and he tied my hands behind my back with a scarf. He kept it tight enough that I wouldn't be able to get out of it but left one end loose so that if I felt the need, I could pull and release my wrists.

I sat on the bed, horny as hell, waiting to see what he would do. And then he did the one think I never dreamed of. 

He slapped me. Hard. 

His fingers had burned into my skin as they crossed my face. I was in pain. No one had ever slapped me before. At least not for pleasure. And I could tell that he was enjoying it. His cock twitched when his hand traveled across my face. We had been rough. We had hit each other and played until bruises were embedded in our skin for days. But this was something new.

I wanted to yell at him. I wanted to take my hands and claw at his face. He had never hit me before. Not like that. But I couldn't really move. Not with where my hands were at. And I had promised I wouldn't say a word unless I really was in terrible pain. And I wasn't. I was just pissed. 

I decided in that split second to wait. Just to see if he would do it again. Any reason for me to pull the scarf off my wrists. But he didn't. His mouth came to my cheek and kissed me softly before flipping me over and spanking me. I yelped as his hand ran across my ass three times. He had always enjoyed spanking me. The stinging that was on my face left it momentarily and appeared on my ass. He rubbed it gently before smacking it once more, causing me to yelp again. 

I couldn't see him with the way I was positioned, but I could feel the head of his cock now placed at my pussy. He was in control and he was going to show me. And I was not allowed to move my body on my own. Another stipulation. This nerved me when I had to control myself from pushing back into him. My reflexes were trying to kick in. 

Luckily, I didn't have to wait long. He firmly planted his hands around my waist. I waited for him to plunge into me, but he never moved. It made me whimpered. I wanted his cock to fill me. I did not want to be teased. He was into teasing though. I knew this. But not the kind I was prepared for. 

I felt him move my hips backwards and once again I found myself fighting to push up against him. Instead of shoving himself into me, he was impaling me onto him. And slowly. I felt the head of his cock go in, followed gradually by the length of his shaft. I couldn't help myself as a moan slowly dribbled out of my mouth, in synch with moving my pussy onto his dick. 

And I didn't need to turn around to know what he was doing. To know he was watching himself disappear into me. It was the one thing that always made him take his time and it drove me nuts. 

I felt him inside me only for him to pull my hips forward and back onto his cock. He was mimicking the movements I would be performing if I hadn't given up control. But I had. I surrendered my body to him completely for the first time. Of course, when he leaned his chest into my back, collapsing on my hands, I took the opportunity to grab and dig my nails into his body. 

He groaned in unison with me as I clutched on to him and bent the rest of his body down until his mouth made contact with my shoulder. He sunk his teeth into my skin and I quickly let go of him and cried out loudly. He chuckled, never letting go. And when his teeth seemed to be getting deeper, I did the only thing I knew I could do to get him to stop.

I flexed my muscles around his cock and he quickly let go, lifting up off of me and groaning loudly. But soon after, he growled and it wasn't long before I felt his hand sweep across my ass viciously in one quick movement, making it red again. I was breaking the rules. And as punishment, he pulled himself out of me. I whimpered in disbelief. But I knew he wouldn't hold out for long. Technically, he was punishing himself too. 

"Sit up," he barked and I obliged. My legs were sprawled out in front of me and he quickly pulled me to the edge of the bed and onto the floor. I didn't need to ask to know what was next. 

He stood in front of me, his cock sleek with my juices, and I bent up more to angle myself with him. Moving himself forward, he began to push his cock into my mouth. I could immediately taste the precum dripping onto my tongue and flicked the head every chance I could get. He moaned in approval. 

I sucked as he continued to move his hips, getting deeper and deeper into my mouth with every push. As much as I loved sucking him off, the last thing I wanted was for him to come there. I wanted his come somewhere else. I need it somewhere else. And when I looked up at him with wanting eyes, he had to have read them because he quickly pulled himself out, sat back on the bed and beckoned with his hands for me to come to him. I stood, my arms aching from being around my backed and walked over. His smile was sinful. Almost malicious.

"Ride." 

He moved back further, allowing me space to gather over him. I was afraid I would lose my balance and fall over. With my hands tied, it was harder than it should have been. But he helped me as much as he was willing until I straddled him, my pussy position over his cock. The he leaned back, his hands nestled behind his head, and just looked at me. 

"And don't stop until I'm done."

I lowered myself and planted my pussy onto his cock, snuggling him tightly between my legs. And then I stayed there, staring at him, not moving. At first, he just smiled at me. But when I continued not to move, his smiled faded and he glared instead. That's when I smiled back. He had relinquished some control without even knowing it and gave to me. Not a lot, but enough for a split second that I was going to take advantage of it. And right when he began to open his mouth, most likely to command me to move, I flinched my muscles around is him. 

His arms jumped from behind his head, grabbing onto my legs and gripped hard. He growled loudly at me. I relaxed and continued to smile. 

The his grip got tighter. "Again," he demanded and I complied, flexing my muscles around his cock as tight as I could and quickly lifting myself up and dropping back down in one motion. He moaned with me and it was all I needed before he took over again, pinching, twisting, and pulling a nipple, making me yell.

"I said don't stop."

I repeated the motions, revering in the pleasure of his cock and how wonderful it felt inside me. I wanted to ride him hard. But I also wanted to take my time. Partially because I wanted it to last until I came as well. Partially because I wasn't sure I could control my balance without my hands. But I knew it wouldn't be long before he would want me to go faster. So I had to learn fast. 

I moved up again and right back down and continued in the same pace, watching my balance as much as I could. I closed my eyes so I could concentrate and listened to the rhythm of my body moving onto his and the sounds of our moans overlapping each other. I wanted to grab him. I wanted to grab myself. I wanted to pinch his nipples and rub my clit while I rode him slowly. 

And then my eyes flew open when I felt his hand move over my clit, flicking it quickly and then moving away. I gasped, not expecting the act at all. He was teasing me. And as he began to play, his left hand fondled my breast while his right flicked my clit once more, causing me to ride a little faster. I moaned louder and my eyes fell into the back of my head. And then he removed his hands from my body and I felt a rush of anger boil in me. 

I wanted to scream and tell him not to stop. I wanted to grab his hands and place them back where they were. Anything to continue the sensations that were coursing through my body. But I didn't. I continued to behave and did what I was told. But when he sat up with me still riding him, I thought he was going to ask me to stop. I didn't want to leave his sock but part of me was hoping he would since a fire began to erupt into my legs. 

But he didn't. 

He placed his mouth onto my other breast that had received less attention and sucked hard. I groaned and he sucked harder. So hard, I knew there would be a bruise over my nipple the following morning. That it would be too tender to even touch my bra. So hard that I didn't moan this time -- I screamed. It hurt. He was hurting me. And I felt a rush in my body that started to build from his mouth. 

"Go faster," he breathed into my chest. He didn't really need to tell me. I wanted to. And I did, no longer stopping. No longer slowing down. No longer carrying how well of a balance I kept. I lifted and pounded myself upon him as fast and hard as I could. He moved away from me, lying down and gripping my legs once more. My arms squirmed, begging to be released. But I didn't pay attention, I could feel my orgasm rising and I could feel his cock twitching inside of me and all I cared about was not stopping. 

His grip on my legs kept getting stronger. There were going to be bruises there as well. But I didn't care about that either. The grip told me he was near. He was close. And I was close with him. I started to flex my muscles once more, whenever I could manage, and fingers began to jab into my knees. 

"God, baby, I'm going to come." 

And that did it for me. I came, never once stopping my movements, listening to what sounded like screaming coming from my mouth. And he followed soon after, grunting loudly and pushing his hips upwards into me. He stopped me with his hands on my hips and continued to pound into me until he was done and empty and slowly lowered us both back to the bed. 

He untied my hands and we laid there, motionless and out of breath. Exhaustion was seeping through us. But for me, anger began to fuel as well. 

I quickly got up and straddle his chest, placing my knees on his arms, pinning him down. I was quicker than his reaction was to my movement. He was still recovering. I was just pissed. He smiled up at me, revealing in his fiendish grin thinking I still wanted to play. And I sort of did. 

Without hesitation and in one swift motion, my hand sprawled across his face. The sound echoed throughout the entire room. My hand immediately began to burn but I knew that I had to hit him with enough force to cause some pain. Before he could look at me again, I grabbed him by the hair and pulled my face to his ear, biting hard. 

"You ever slap me again and I will beat the living shit out of you."

He only nodded in response, but I knew he understood. Sitting up, I grabbed the head board and pushed forward. 

"You owe me. Now eat."



Something New



She sat on the bed, naked, completely comfortable in only her skin. Her dark hair was already tousled; her fair skin glowed against the dark blue sheets. He sat next to her and kissed her deeply as he buckled a thin leather collar around her neck. Her arms twined around his neck as he rubbed her small breasts, caressed her waist, and then delivered a sharp slap to her rump.

She jumped, laughed breathlessly, and released him, searching his face for clues to what he wanted next. He smiled tenderly, and handed her a favorite toy. A mid-size vibrator, slightly curved, knobbed and ridged.

"Enjoy yourself," he told her. "Let me see what you do when I'm not there."

She grinned, and lay back against the pillows as she wrapped her lips around the fake rubber cock. She licked it like a lollipop, sucked on it gently, then with more enthusiasm. He felt his own cock twitch and get even harder as she moaned, wetting the whole length of the vibrator with her mouth, before finally laying it between her legs. She rested the spreading head against her clit and twisted the knob that turned it on.

"Ohh..." She sighed, swiveling her hips, rubbing her clit harder against the toy. Her knees fell apart, giving him a close look at her pretty shaved pussy. The head of the toy slipped in between the bare pink lips, and her head fell back as she began to fuck herself with the vibrator. Her sweet moans deepened, coming faster and longer as she played with herself.

Her lover reached behind him, and grasped the handle of the flogger. He flicked the ends over her breasts, teasing her nipples, and was rewarded by the way she arched her back as she moaned again. She had wonderfully sensitive breasts

"Keep going," he whispered, and flicked the leather again, a bit harder. She flinched, but kept fucking herself, faster and harder. She was close to coming; he could tell by the way her eyes closed and her breathing got heavy and ragged. He brought the leather down again, aiming for the peaks of her breasts, and this time she cried out as he left a thin red streak across her skin.

"Oh, God!" But her hands kept working, thrusting the vibrator deeper into her pussy as she came closer and closer to the edge. "Oh God oh God oh oh OH!"

He lashed her again and again, watching hungrily as she writhed beneath the whip, pain and pleasure mingling as she came hard. When she would have released the vibrator, he grabbed it and held it in place, forcing another orgasm. The vibrator was slick with her juices, he pulled it out and tossed it aside, licking the sweet nectar off of his hand as she lay panting and moaning. His cock was hard and ready; he climbed between her legs, lifted her hips, and thrust deep inside her. Her pussy closed around him like a fist, and he groaned as he began fucking her, slowly at first, then harder and faster. 

She wrapped her legs around his him, pulling him closer, begging for more, faster, harder. He obliged, scraping his teeth over the soft skin of her neck, pounding harder as he got closer to his own climax. "Mine," he panted. "My perfect little slut...so hot and wet for me...I'm going to come inside you, soon..."

And as she writhed beneath him, he grabbed her wrists, crushing them in his grip as he lifted his head to look at her face. He loved to look at her when he took her, to see the sweat on her skin, her tangled hair and half-closed eyes.

"Yours.." she breathed. "Please, yes, want you...want you want want you please...."

He couldn't hold out any longer, and roared as he exploded inside her. She yielded, letting his release push her over the edge again so that she trembled and shook with him and bright sparks danced in front of her eyes.

When they could breath again, he propped himself up on his elbows and smiled tenderly as he brushed her tangled, sweaty hair from her forehead.

"You were beautiful," he murmured. He kissed her gently. "Amazing."

She grinned, and wound her arms around his neck. "That was...electrifying," she told him. "I don't think I've come so hard since..."

"Last week?"

She giggled, and planted a quick kiss on his mouth. "Yeah. Probably last week. When you did that other thing."

"Yeah, about that..." He moved his hand, and she squeaked.

"Again!?"

"Well, if you're too tired..."

Her eyes gleamed at the challenge. "Never!"

"Well then..."



Something New



"We're going to try something new today," he says. I blink at him. We had just been sitting on his bed, cuddling and watching some TV. 

"What do you mean?" I ask. I really don't know what he's talking about. 

"Do you trust me?" he asks. There's this intense seriousness in his eyes that's giving me butterflies. 

"Of course." I nod emphatically, biting my lip out of nervousness. 

"And you want to please me?" He's almost smirking now. 

I wasn't expecting this today. He seemed content just hanging out. 

"Yes, Sir, of course I do," I carefully reply. He smiles and climbs off the bed, clicking the TV off in the middle of an episode. I don't really know what's coming. We have a fun, dirty sex life but I'm not sure when we last tried something "new." 

"Last night, I was thinking that it's time you prove your worth to me," he says, matter-of-factly. I don't say anything. I'm not sure what he's getting at. He fucks me all the time, I suck him several times a day, he ties me up, degrades me with his words. I obey without question, I come on command -- what does he want from me today that's so different from every other day we spend together? I'm getting more nervous. 

He lays me down on my back, unbuttoning my pants and slipping them off. He stares into my eyes as his fingers move under my panties and enter me without hesitation, stroking my G-spot in that perfect, practiced rhythm he has that drives me insane. I am soaked so quickly. 

He's rubbing me out with one hand, his other grabbing a nipple and twisting it painfully between two fingers. I'm quietly gasping in pain and pleasure, my eyes closed, floating away in my mind to that perfect place of my total submission to this perfect man. So quickly, I'm ready to come. I ask if I may; he allows it. I burst in his hands but he doesn't stop rubbing my clit. He holds me down as I squirm, as I moan for him to stop. 

"Too sensitive, baby?" he mocks, rubbing harder, smirking at my pain. 

"Sir, please..." I beg. 

"Hmm? What is it, slut?" His fingers are circling my over-sensitive clit, round and round and round. 

"I can't..." I whimper. 

"Oh, I think you can." He rubs harder. I moan uncontrollably, writhing, my body unable to handle the sensations. I feel his cock getting hard through his pants. "Are you going to come for me again, slut?" 

"Oh, yes please, Sir," I am barely able to sigh out. I'm losing my grip on reality. 

"Then come for me," he growls, expectantly. 

I'm trying but it's too much, I can't. He's getting impatient; he's used to my absolute obedience. 

"Come for me, you worthless bitch," he snaps, wrapping his free hand tightly around my neck. It puts me over the edge and I come, crying out. He stops immediately, a calm grin spreading across his lips as he smacks my face a few times gently, his way of showing affection, gratitude. He wraps me in his arms.

"Thank you, Sir," I sputter out, melting, fuzzy-headed. 

"You are welcome, slut," he replies, light-heartedly. I lay my head on his chest. He sits up and pulls me next to him. "Are you going to be obedient today?" he asks. I look up at him, still unsure of where all this is going. 

"Of course, Sir." I can't imagine what he wants from me. It's usually sucking and fucking and I love it so much, rough as it is. I await his orders. 

"Face down, ass up," he commands. Okay, fucking it is! What's so "new" about any of this? I'm not even tied up today. No collar, no blindfold, no gag. 

I get into position. He starts rubbing me again. I'm still soaked from a few minutes before and his fingers slide inside of me easily. I am ecstatic that he is devoting such energy to pleasuring me so much today. He is always so good to me and I feel like I rarely deserve it.

Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out of my cunt and slides them up to meet my asshole. 

Oh fuck, no! In fear, I instinctively grab his hand and push it away before realizing what I've done. Shit. 

Without missing a beat, he's grabbed my wrist and twisted my arm painfully behind my back. His body is over mine, crushing me with his weight as he whispers in my ear, "You'd better fucking obey me. You are way past due for this." I am breathing heavily, scared but all subbed out under his control, wanting to obey. "Don't you agree?" he asks. 

"Yes, Sir," is all I can breathe out under his weight. 

"Yes, Sir, what?" 

"Yes, Sir, I agree," I struggle to say. 

"I am going to take your ass today, do you understand?" 

My mind screams "NO" while I hear myself saying, "I understand, Sir," my voice quivering. 

"Good girl," he whispers. He releases me from his weight and I inhale deeply, able to breathe again. He lets my arm go. His fingers are back to the wetness in my cunt, then back to my ass. I tense up but remain still. I am not happy about this. I don't want this. I'm freaking out a little. I feel a tear roll down my cheek. 

"Baby," he starts, wiping away the tear. "I cannot fully own you until I own every piece of you. We've been at this nearly a year now. It's time." 

I nod. I knew it was coming but I kept forgetting about it. I've done this before, just not with him, not in a long time, and certainly not this way. I'm worried he's going to be rough and it's going to hurt too much. I'm worried he's going to be callous and cruel. Most of all, I'm worried I'm going to disappoint him, but I want to be his, fully his. I've wanted it for a long time. If this is what it means to truly be his property, I must obey! 

He repositions me, face down, ass up. He stands next to the bed and I feel the tip of his cock circling my ass. "Are you ready for me?" he whispers. I can hear the excitement in his voice. 

"You don't have to ask my permission, Sir," I say, calmer now. 

"Right answer!" he laughs and pushes the head of his dick into my ass. It doesn't really feel like anything, just a little odd. "You okay, slut?" he asks. 

"I'm fine..." I say cautiously, casually, forgetting my place. I'm so nervous. He forgives me in times like this. 

In one thrust, he's pushed the length of his cock inside of me. I shout out in surprise and pain. This is beyond unpleasant; it feels all wrong, I hate it! 

He wastes no time. He's moving in and out of my ass, gasping and moaning quietly to himself, holding me firmly in place as I try to wriggle free. I'm tense, counting the thrusts as I do when it hurts, trying to focus on something other than the pain. I start crying again despite myself, quietly, praying he won't notice. 48...49...50... the thrusts are coming faster now. When I get to 100, I start counting over again. 

He climbs on the bed and positions himself over me, grabbing my neck in both hands and squeezing tightly, fucking me harder. He's choking me; I can barely breathe and it helps. I'm floating away, the pain lessens. I am only aware of thrusting, our bodies coming together and apart again and again as my brain struggles for oxygen, trying to make sense of the sensations. 79, 80, 81... 

I realize I'm getting wet again. I feel so close to him and I'm so thankful he's using me to pleasure himself. He seems happy and I relax content that I am pleasing him. It starts to feel nice; I stop counting. My cunt is soaked and my ass feels sore but... good! With my juices now lubricating his thrusts, this is actually pretty amazing. I can't believe I was so scared of this. I moan softly as he pumps away. 

"Bitch, I'm going to come," he grunts. I don't even know how long it has been but I brace myself and nod as he thrusts deeply and spills his load inside of me. I cry out from the force but thankfully, he is spent and quickly exits my body. I stay perfectly still, whimpering softly, feeling violated and dirty but somehow, satisfied. 

He lies down on the bed and pulls me close, spooning me from behind, stroking my hair, resting his hand on my neck. "Now you're really mine," he says with obvious satisfaction, "my property, my perfect three-hole slut." I snuggle close to him. He whispers, "We'll be practicing this more often. Now, I own your ass and will use it whenever I wish, just like your other holes." 

"I understand, Sir," I say, snuggling closer. Tears escape down my cheeks. He wipes them away and offers words of comfort, not realizing they are simply tears of release, of joy. I am really his now, completely, and nothing could make me happier.



Something New



Linda has been married for thirty five years to the same man. Her children have all grown and gone. She loves her husband, but she wants something more. She's scared. She's never done anything like this before.

Linda is going out tonight without her husband. 

Susan, her friend and co-worker have talked about this for a long time. 

Linda is a 53 year old school teacher. 

Her friend Susan is 51, also a school teacher.

Linda is taller than Susan at five feet and seven inches. She has brownish blonde hair. Her breasts are a firm 36C. She recently has exercised and lost around 25 lbs. 

She looks great, and her husband has hardly said anything. 

Susan has been trying to get Linda to go to a night club where male strippers perform. 

Susan is five feet and three inches. Her ample breasts are a full 38dd which spill out in most all of her clothing. Her natural black hair is cut to frame her face. She is a very pretty woman and has kept herself in shape since her divorce two years ago.

Linda has decided to finally go with Susan, just to see what it is like. She is nervous and shaking with anticipation. 

Yesterday they went shopping after school. They both bought skimpy thong lace panties neither one had worn before. 

Linda got a black pair, a red pair and a white pair. She had called and told her husband that she and Susan were going out together. Nothing else was said.

Susan got a pair of red panties with black lace and a pair of purple thongs, along with a pair of white panties split at the crotch.

The two women made an agreement to not wear a bra at all!!!

They felt so naughty and giggled as they drove. 

Linda had chosen to wear a white lacy blouse that buttoned and a grey short skirt.

Susan wore a see through black blouse and a very short red skirt.

As they pulled into the parking lot, Susan noticed the store next door. Susan pulled Linda inside.

The two women were wide eyed as they looked at all the adult videos and sex toys available. Susan began picking up some videos and teased Linda with a big black dildo.

Linda's face was flushed and she turned away as Susan loaded up with videos and realistic flesh colored and black dildos of different lengths. Some were so large that they both wondered how anyone could get it in.

Susan put the bag in the back seat and the two women went inside the club.

The party had already started as the men were rubbing up next to several of the women. A waitress came over and asked if they wanted a drink.

Susan spoke for both of them as she told the waitress, "Certainly!!!!, and keep them coming!!!"

Linda was embarrassed, but intrigued at all that was happening.

One of the men came up to the two women. He was wearing only a black thong that revealed his huge cock and balls. 

The man shook his package right in Linda's face, then moved over to Susan. He spread his legs and sat on Susan's lap.

He pushed her skirt up to her waist and his cock was pushed against her pussy, separated by only the thin black thong he wore.

Susan was thrilled as he touched her tits and the party was on!!!

Linda was more reserved. The dancer moved over to her lap and she tried to look away. His cock was pushing against her stomach and she was thankful her skirt was a little longer than Susan's.

However, she couldn't hide the fact that she was getting very wet. She looked over to Susan only to see that another dancer was sitting on her lap, her skirt still pushed up to her waist, and he was openly feeling her tits as he pushed against her pussy.

Susan was dripping wet and well knew that his thin thong was the only thing that kept him from entering her.

The first dancer had pushed Linda's skirt up to her waist against her wishes. He rubbed his chest against her tits and told her to unbutton her blouse.

She was in a daze and the waitress kept bringing the drinks.

For whatever reason, Linda did as he told her. She began unbuttoning her blouse and the dancer began helping her and soon her blouse was open and the dancer pulled her blouse out of her skirt.

He then began feeling her all over and kissed her neck, then moved to each breast as he sucked them.

Linda was now practically naked except for her lace thong panties. 

Unknown to Linda, Susan had told the dancer that this was the first time Linda had ever been in such a place and she wanted him to give her the full treatment. She waved a $100 bill to him as a tip and said, "I have another one for you if can get your cock in her pussy!"

Linda looked around and could see that several of the younger women were practically fucking some of the dancers. She saw one dancer pull a girl's panties off and began to lick her clit.

Un-controllably, Linda felt herself cum as she watched. She then noticed that most of the men had taken their thongs off. They were completely naked!!!

Mesmerized, Linda looked around at the crowd. She looked down at her panties and then looked up at the dancer as he slid off her lap and pulled her thong off.

He then began to lick Linda's pussy. She was shaking her head no, but wanting to say yes. She was so overwhelmed she didn't know what was happening.

The dancer presented his naked cock to Linda's mouth. He pushed it to her lips as she looked away. He pushed it in further and he told her to suck on it.

As she looked away, she began doing what he asked. She could taste him and for some reason began sucking harder. Then he pulled his cock from her mouth and slid down to her wet pussy.

As she held on to her chair, she looked the dancer straight in the eye, then she looked away.

The dancer licked her pussy, and then pushed his hard cock to her pussy lips. 

Waiting for any reaction, he saw her look down at his cock at the entrance of her pussy. She continued to look as the dancer's large cock slowly entered her pussy. 

He picked up the pace as he fucked the wife, noticing the large ring on her finger. Linda was not the first married woman he had fucked at the club, and she would not be the last.

Linda's face was flushed, her breathing was labored, and she fought it as long as she could. She fucked back into him like the wild woman she was. 

She pulled him into her and pulled him to her mouth. They tongued deeply as he unloaded his cum deep into her. Linda was not finished, though.

As she felt his cum shoot inside her, she grabbed his head and pulled it to her tit and held it there.

"Suck it!

"Mark me! Mark me all over!" she demanded.

"Your husband will see" the dancer said.

"I don't care, I'm yours!" Linda responded.

Linda left the club with marks all over her tits, neck, and inner thighs. 

She buttoned only one button on her blouse as she left the club, her tits flopping. She didn't care. 

As she got into Susan's car, Susan replied, "Looks like you got the works!" 

Linda replied, "I did, and I liked it."



Something New



I met Becky in a late night bar after a night of clubbing. She seemed a really striking girl and we got on very well. She is tall with shoulder length dank blonde hair and has a very smokey voice. However she had to tell me that she was transgendered with her clothes on I couldn't tell. I'm a straight guy so was a little surprised. Still she was very honest and I was more than a bit curious so carried on. The first night we just got to a bit a kissing in the bar and swapped numbers. 

Over the next couple of days we chatted a few times on the phone and the talk got a bit erotic Becky seemed to know exactly what to say to get me aroused. After about a week she invited me to her place. She did seem to sense than my curiosity might desert me at any time but I felt comfortable enough with it. 

She has a nice small apartment and we sat in the living with a glass of wine each. We chatted a little and Becky sat close to me so that I could feel the warmth of her body next to me. As the chat got more flirty we kissed a little and when I had finished my glass of wine Becky stood up and held out her hand. I stood up as well and she led me into the bedroom. I started to feel both nervous and aroused at the same time. We sat on the bed and kissed. Our tongues dancing with each other. As we kissed I could feel that I was getting an erection. 

"Would you like me to undress?" Becky whispered in my ear and I nodded. 

She was wearing a simple white blouse and a pencil skirt. As it was summer she was bare legged. Slowly she opened the zip on the dress and let it fall to the floor. She then carefully picked it up and placed it on a chair. She then carefully undid the buttons on the blouse and turned away from me when she took it off her shoulders and put it with the skirt on the chair. She was not wearing a bra but when she turned to face me she held one arm across her breasts before slowly moving it so that I could see her. She had small but firm breasts that looked natural and perfect nipples. Her waist is very small but her hips are are very feminine. She was still wearing a pair of panties but made no move to take them off I wasn't bothered by this as I still felt a little uncertain. 

"What do you think?" She asked. 

"Very nice." I replied. 

She reached over and helped started to undo the buttons on my shirt. When I had taken it off I laid back on the bed and pulled her on top of me. Her body was warm against mine and her breasts felt very good pressed up against my bare chest. As we kissed Becky moved so that she was laying next to me on the bed and she let her hand wonder down to my waist. I had a very hard erection and Becky laid her hand on it feeling me through my trousers. 

"I think someone is very happy to be here." She said with a smile.

She deftly undid my belt and opened my trousers I was straining to get out. Soon I was laying naked beside her with her hand firmly grasping my cock. She carefully massaged the tip with her long thumb nail before starting with some firm strokes she seemed to be able to sense when I was close to cumming and slowed down gently massaging my balls before starting to stoke me again. This time she just used her thumb and forefinger and gripped a lot tighter again brining me to the edge before backing off. Then she gripped me again this time stroking faster than before.

"I want you to cum for me." She said. 

She stroked me faster until came with a huge shudder sending squirts of cum all over my chest and belly. It was the best hand job that I have ever experienced. After I calmed down a little Becky took some tissue from the nightstand cleaned off her hand and from me. She then went into the bathroom to flush the tissues. When she returned she stood at the end of the bed. 

"Shall I take these off?" she asked looking down at her panties. "Yes." I replied.

Becky slid her panties down and threw them on the chair with the rest of her clothes. Her cock sprang up a little. Climbing back onto the bed next to me she started to stroke herself until she was fully hard I found this a huge turn on and started to get hard again myself. I leaned across and kissed her while resting my hand on hers to my surprise she gently withdrew her hand and I was holding her cock in my hand. It felt a bit off and my first instinct was to let go. But I slowly tightened my grip and started to stroke her. I'd never seen another persons erect cock before in the flesh much less held one. It felt very warm and very different to my own. 

"Faster" Becky whispered. 

I started to stoker her faster as I did I could hear her breath quicken a little. 

"I want you to make me cum." She said. 

I carried on stroking her and soon I felt her cock twitch in my hand then the warm liquid cum oozing down my fingers. I stopped stroking but kept holding her cock until I felt it was starting to go soft. As I let go Becky handed me a tissue. I cleaned my hand up as well what had gone on to her belly then went to the bathroom and flushed it. When I returned Becky was sitting on the end of the bed. As I walked towards her she stood up and kissed me before sitting down again. I sat next to her. 

"Can I feel you inside of me?" Becky asked.

It took me a couple of seconds to work out what she meant. I'd not ever had anal sex before so I wasn't sure. 

"Yes of course." I replied. 

Becky told me to lie back on the bed I did so with my head propped up by the pillow. She then gently started to suck me. I could feel my cock getting harder in her mouth. After a while she got up on her knees and reached across me to the night stand to pick up a condom and a small bottle of lube. She deftly put the condom on me then sprayed it with some of the lube. This was an odd sensation. After she had worked the lube in a little Becky kneeled over me and kissed me.

"Just relax." She said. 

She sat up and reached behind her taking my cock in her hand then she gently slid me into her. I was surprised how warm it was inside her it was also a lot tighter than I was used to. Becky started to slowly ride me and as she did I reached up and played with her breast. After a few minuets Becky leaned forward.

"Want to take charge?" She asked.

Before I could answer she gently took herself off of me I sat up and then got on my knees Becky was already on all fours. I gently pushed myself back inside her tight ass. Then I started to thrust in and out slowly. 

"Let yourself go and cum deep inside me." Becky said. 

I started to thrust faster and harder and soon I felt myself cumming hard.

Since then I have had shared a lot more experiences with Becky.



Something New



My name is Thomas, and I am the son of a slave-owner. We're a well to do family, owning 175 acres of land in Virginia, and we live in a three-story house. I am 21 years old, and my parents are arranging for me to marry one of my Father's friends daughter, who is a snotty, arrogant rich girl named Caroline with blonde hair always kept in tight curls. I never liked Caroline. God. I could only imagine what our marriage would be like. A month from now, we marry, May 3rd, a week before my birthday. 

Breakfast came and went. The black maid that we have, Hilda, is a great cook! I love her pancakes. I have barely tried my Mother's cooking, since we've always had maids and servants around. Sometimes I think of Hilda as my own Mother. After breakfast, I had to go with Father to head to the slave market. We got in the carriage and drove about thirty minutes to the city, where there were a lot of auctions going on. Men, women, and even children were being sold. The strongest black males were very expensive, with the women being a bit cheaper. 

"Father, why do we need another slave? Don't you think we have enough?"

Father laughed and took out his pipe, "You can ever have enough son. Remember that!" He pat me real hard on the shoulder and told me to follow him. He used his cane to guide him through the streets and we went to an auction post. His tall hat made him look very debonair. The streets were all one big market, at least this time around.

A slave woman who looked no older than twenty-one stepped up to the post, and the white men were examining her like she was one big project. They forced her mouth opened and exclaimed that her teeth were in great health; big and white, never mind the gap she had between her two front teeth. 

The other gentleman measured her height, "Five-five", He said, before measuring her waist. 31-35-37, he said to the crowd. Everyone was ecstatic when they heard that. She was built! I couldn't help but notice how big her breasts were, and the V-shape of her dress showed the outline of them. Looking at her made me hard, and I had to compose myself. Next thing you know,they started taking her arms and stretching them, and using their fingers to guide her eyes. 

"She can see and hear correctly. She is in perfect health."

A shorter gentleman wearing a black tux came beside her, "This is Anna. She's from the Congo, in Africa. She has been here for a year now and can understand English. She has worked for a Dutch farmer and his family for months back in the continent, and she can cook and clean. She has no children, and she's a very hard worker."

"How much?" Someone from the crowd shouted. 

"$2.30", the man answered. Anna looked angry to be there, and looked very upset. She was dark brown, with a short black afro. She was wearing a plain brown dress. 

"2.40", Someone else went. The attention went to him until my Father shouted, "$3.00. I will have her for $3.00!"

"Sold!" The man exclaimed. My Father and I walked to the tiny stage, which wasn't even a stage, and the man started to put shackles on her hands and feet, but my Father said no, that was okay. 

"What's her name again?" He asked. 

The gentleman replied, "Anna."

"That's a nice name", My Father answered, "Come Anna to the carriage." 

The man turned to Anna and said, "You do as your told, and your future may be bright. Do whatever they tell you to do."

"Yes sir", She answered. 

We walked her to the carriage, and I helped her get in. My Father asked her lots of questions about her background. 

"I was born in the Congo. Two years ago, a white man noticed me and asked if I would like to work for him for money. I said yes, and that is how I learned English. It was a struggle at first, but I learned little by little."

"How do you like it in America?" Father asked. 

She put her head down, "I like it."

"There's a lot of reasons to like it. One is that it's promising, and we have a lot of opportunities here. You can't find all of that in Africa."

"Father please", I whispered. 

Father then asked, "How old are you?"

"Twenty three", She answered. 

"You don't look a day over twenty", Father answered. 

She smiled a little. Anna was absolutely beautiful. I'm not sure if she knows that.

Once we got to the house, I was instructed to introduce her to Hilda and show her to her room. Anna was beautiful! It hurt me that she was so uncomfortable, so I used that opportunity as a means to make her feel welcome. We went into the kitchen, and I introduced her to Hilda. Hilda smiled and greeted her. 

"I could use some help in this kitchen, the more babies the Matthews family makes the more food I have to cook", She jokes. 

"I'd be happy to assist you", Anna responded. 

"I'll show you to your room", Hilda said. 

"Oh no it's okay, I'll show her", I smiled and told her to follow me upstairs. Like Hilda's, it was a small room they made up for her. There was a bed already made, a dresser, and a desk. 

"Make yourself at home", I said. 

"Thank you", SHe answered quietly before sitting down on the bed.

"Are you okay?"

She shook her head no, and started to cry. I went over and sat down next to her. 

"What's wrong?" I asked. 

"I had to leave my family, including my child. They forced me too."

I frowned, "Where is your family?"

"We were all taken here to America, but they are scattered about, I don't even know where they are."

"Why didn't you get to keep your son?"

She shook her head, "They see me raising him as a threat. Something about a single black African woman raising a savage. They said he was better off with white folks."

I put my hand on her shoulder, "I'm so sorry to hear that."

"Don't be", She wiped her face with the rag she had in her pocket. 

"I'll see you at dinner", I got up and left. I honestly didn't know what to say to her. I'm sorry that my family are slave owners? I'm sorry you were taken from your home? Sorry that you were robbed of your language and culture? What do I say to all of that? Then again, I've never been really good with women anyway. 

Caroline and her parents came over for dinner this evening. Tonight, we had baked chicken, cornbread, mashed potatoes, and green beans. Caroline kept playing footsie with me under the table, and I moved my foot. She even tried to discreetly sit her foot on my lap, and I spanked her foot under the table. She smiled naughtily, not seeming to understand my annoyed disposition. Anna came out and collected the dishes. 

"Oh I see you have a new maid!" Caroline exclaimed, "When Thomas and I get married we'd have to have one, or several", She laughed, and the rest of them laughed with her. 

"Yes, that is Anna", Father said, "She is new."

"Do you speak English girl?" Caroline asked. Anna nodded yes. She seemed embarrassed. Anna looked so cute in her black dress and white apron.

"Caroline you have such a brutal tongue", Her Mother chastised before laughing in a phony way. 

"Yes Mother, I do have a brutal tongue", She looked at me with suggestion, and I turned away. Everyone else didn't notice what she meant. My parents and her parents kept talking about the wedding. Caroline kept saying she wanted the wedding colors to dark pink, light pink, and white. She kept bragging on the wedding dress that was already made. 

"I'm going to be the prettiest bride this side of Virginia", She smiled. 

"Yes you are", Her Father answered. 

I rolled my eyes. I was already annoyed by her. After dinner we had apple pie and vanilla ice cream. Caroline's parents and my parents went out in the yard, strolling and talking. Caroline stayed behind, and jumped in my arms. 

"What are you-"

She buried my face with a kiss.She took my hands and put them on her backside. 

"Doing", I finished. 

"Oh Thomas! I know it's the right thing to remain a virgin before a wedding, but I'm ready right now. I want to give myself to you tonight, in that grand bedroom of yours. I want you to fuck me!" She exclaimed. 

I was slightly confused, "But, Caroline-"

"Oh come on", She kept smothering me with kisses, "Please Thomas!" She kissed my hand, "I've had dreams of this many times, and I can't hold it any longer. I want you to stretch me open!"

I grabbed her by her arms and she shreiked. 

"I said no!" She looked up at me with horror. I never grabbed her before. I let her go. Anna was in the doorway. 

"We're just talking girl", Caroline said, "Go and finish up the dishes."

"Don't talk to her like that", I said sharply, "Anna...please."

Anna walked away. Caroline faced me, "I hope you're that aggressive in the marriage bed", She said before walking away. 

I never once got hard when Caroline kissed me the way she did. I straightened my jacket and shirt, and combed my hand through my blonde hair. Anna and Hilda were just finishing up the dishes when Hilda announced she was going to bed. 

"I'd better go to", Anna replied. I opened up the kitchen door, and they both noticed me. 

"That was a great meal", I said. 

"Thank you, Anna made the dessert. It was all her."

"You made that?"

She smiled and nodded her head. 

"You got to stop being so shy girl and open your mouth", Hilda said, "Anything you need for me to do Thomas before I retire on upstairs?"

"No Hilda, get some rest."

She smiled and left. I closed the door and looked at Anna. 

"Did I do something wrong?" She asked. 

"No", I answered, "I'm sorry you saw that."

"It's okay."

"No it's not. My parents are making me marry her, but I don't want to at all. She's not my type."

"I'm sorry to hear of the forced arrangement. She obviously likes you."

"Unfortunately."

We laugh. 

"So, would you like some wine or something?"

Her eyes got big, "Wine?!"

"Yeah."

"I never had that before. Won't I get in trouble?"

"No, not when I'm around", I took out a fresh wine bottle and poured it in two glasses. I handed her the glass and she too a sip. 

"This is good."

I smiled, "Yeah. So how was your first night?"

"It was okay. A little better than things at the last family I worked for."

"What happened?"

"They were very mean. Your family seems a lot..nicer."

"We're okay, it's just that my Father can be a tad ignorant sometimes."

Anna laughed, "Oh I'm sorry, I wasn't supposed to laugh at that."

"No, no it's okay. I want you to laugh. Be happy."

She smiled. It was the most beautiful smile ever. We talked the whole time my parents were outside. 

Two weeks into Anna being with us, I used every opportunity I could to talk to her. She was always very sweet and we had great conversations. The bad thing was, Caroline noticed how kind I was too her. 

"Are you going to marry the nigger girl instead?" She teased. 

"Caroline", I gave her a hard look, "Shut your mouth."

"Oh", She walked over to me, "Why don't you do it for me?"

I got up and sat on the other side of the parlor. She came up to me and sat down, I turned away, "Oh Thomas, I'm here so we can get to talk more before our big wedding. Guess what I bought?"

"What?" Not even caring. 

She lifted up her dress, and she was wearing a suspender belt. My cock wasn't an inch near hard. Caroline wasn't a turn on at all. She giggled naughtily, and started kissing me slowly on the neck, and put her hand down there. 

"No Caroline, stop", I said. 

"Please", She pleaded. She got on top of me and was kissing me very, very aggressively. I pushed her off of me and she started to whimper. I noticed blood on her mouth, and I too, put my hand on my own, and discovered I too was bleeding. 

"Caroline, I'm sorry", I attempted to help her up. 

"Stay away from my daughter you awful brute!" Her Father yelled. Everyone saw the whole thing. I was alarmed. He went over and helped her up. 

"Oh Father, take me out of here", She cried into his arms. 

"It's okay darling", He said, "The wedding is off!" He screamed to my parents, "I don't want this brute marrying my daughter at all!"

"Not like I wanted to", I shouted. 

Caroline's Mother gasped. 

"Thomas!" Mother scolded me. 

My Father went outside with Caroline and her parents, and I heard arguing. 

"Thomas, although she was aggressive, you shouldn't have pushed her."

I looked at my Mother, at five-eight, she was four inches shorter than me, with a long, graceful neck, somewhat pale skin, and dark glossy brown hair that looked almost black. She wore a silk Green dress, pearls, and even had pearls in her hair. 

"Mother, I didn't mean it."

"I know you didn't".

The arguing outside got louder and bitter, so Mother lifted her dress and ran out to see what the commotion was. I also ran out, and saw my Father fighting with Caroline's Father, while Caroline cuddled in her Mother's arms. 

I ran up to the two men and pushed her Father away from mine. He was pushed about three feet away, and he fell on his bottom. 

Caroline's Mother gasped, "Randall!"

Randall got up, straightened himself up, "This wedding is over Matthews! Over! Our friendship is no more." He walked away. 

"Father are you okay?" I asked. Mother ran to him. 

"Darling are you all right?"

"Yes, yes I'm fine", He slowly huffed and puffed, "Leave me alone please, I need something strong."

Mother had her hands on his back, following him into the house. Anna asks me later if everything was okay, and I was very brief with her. I sounded rude. She probably doesn't want to talk to me now. 

Anyway, my parents had to go to an affair the next day, and invited me to come along. I told them I wasn't feeling well, and stayed in bed. I thought about Anna, and that brown lean body of hers. Her smile. The way she smelled. The way my heart beat when I saw her. Anna knocked on my door, and I told her to come in. She came in with a bowl of soup. 

"I heard you weren't feeling well", She said. She looked at the bed and quickly turned away. I looked down, and saw that I had serious wood going on thinking about Anna. My cock literally stood up. I rose up, and tried to cover it with my huge blanket. 

"Would you like anything else?" Anna asked looking at me directly into my eyes.

"No Anna, thank you", She was about to leave, before I called her back in the room. 

"Come here", I said gently. She closed the door and walked over to me. 

"Have a sit-down", I told her, and she sat down. I leaned in to kiss her, and I think Anna was waiting for this moment. We kissed. I wasn't wearing anything underneath. Generally, this was how I went to bed. I kissed her neck, ears, lips, and face. 

"What if we get caught?" She asked. 

"No one will catch us, don't worry", I said. I helped her get out of that black and white maids dress, and a beautiful brown body was underneath. She had big breasts, and I couldn't stop stuffing them in my mouth, and Anna enjoyed when I did that. As I savoured her breasts, I fingered her, and she stroked my cock. I was big and hard, she was juice and wet, and I was definitely ready to give her a piece of me. 

"Thomas, can I ride?" She asked. 

"Of course, don't ask me!" I laughed, and lay on my back. She got on top, and rode me. My god, I've had many girls before, but none of them had sex with me the way Anna did. Anna was submissive, but yet dominant. I felt my cock stretch her out, and she moaned, although it was hard to keep quiet. 

"Oh right there Thomas, right there!"

I loved how Anna took control at times, and inserted my cock inside of her. The sex was powerful and amazing. I felt my energy mergy with hers, and soon we were both shivering out of our orgasms. She lay underneath me, almost paralyzed, with sweat glistening her face. I collapsed on top of her. 

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Anna and I had a secret relationship. She took my mind off of Caroline. I could care less if my Father made up with her Father; to me, the wedding was still off. I gave Anna a bouquet of roses when I drove by carriage to the city, as well as many other gifts. In bed, I whispered to her, "I wish I could marry you. I'm so in love with you."

"I wish that was possible", She said. 

"One day we won't have to hide anymore. I never gave a damn what people thought."

"That's what I like about you", She answered. 

We kissed. The door opened, and it was my Mother. She immediately closed the door and I heard her walk downstairs. Anna looked stunned, and so did I. I felt ashamed. What if Mother told Father? We quickly got out of bed and put our clothes on. 

"Thomas I'm so sorry", Anna said, "I'm so scared."

"Don't be", I said, "I'll take care of it". 

My Mother was downstairs in the parlor, looking dumb-founded like she didn't know what to think or say. 

"Mother", I asked carefully. 

She looked away. I went over and sat next to her. 

"Mother...I didn't mean for you to see that". 

She faced me, "Thomas, how could you defile yourself like that? Like goes with like...why would you want a little slave girl?"

"Mother I know it's so complex, but I really like her."

"If your Father finds out", She started, but didn't finish. She shook her head. 

"You musn't tell a soul Mother".

"What if she gets pregnant? We'll have little half-breed children running around here. You'll put our family to shame!"

"I know."

"You cannot continue your relationship with her Thomas. I care too much about you. You can get the both of you in a lot of trouble."

"I know."

"As long as you are here, you cannot be with you. You have to discontinue your relationship with her."

"Fine...I don't care anymore....I'll just move to Canada", With that I walk away.

Anna has our baby nine months later. It's a little girl that she names "Imani Belle." Our little bundle of joy is fair skinned, with green eyes---my eyes, and curly red hair. My parents were ashamed of the baby at first, but they grew to be acceptable of her. My Mother was pleased that we gave her first name, Belle, apart of Imani's name. Anna and I got married in a private ceremony, in my parents living room.

My Father legally gave Anna freedom after our child was born, signed all the documents that he had to, and we moved to Canada a little after. I opened my own clothing store selling menswear. Anna and I both ran the business together. People found that odd at first, but because Anna was so good with her hands, they eventually grew to like her and got used to it. 

I made a promise to Anna that I was going to help her find her son. I knew all of the right people who could help me find him. She said his name was Obdwengo in Africa, but in America, the family he was with changed his name to "Paul Winchester". Maybe, just maybe, we'll have our luck.



Something New



Sahara and I met online and chatted a few times. She told me she had a girlfriend, but was open to chat with guys as well. Over the course of our chats we got quite flirtatious. It turned out she only lived ten or so miles from me. I finally convinced her to meet me publicly for coffee. The following is what ensued in a story format.

We meet at the Starbucks near your home. Getting our drinks we sit down to talk. You are in denim shorts and a tank top, your legs looking great. I'm in jeans and a button down shirt. I don't know about you, but I'm quite nervous. We have had some nice spicy chats and emails, but to actually meet... well this is new for me. But you look completely at ease. You have an easy smile and laugh, and I quickly relax. You lean forward to get something out of your purse and I can see deep into your top. Your breasts look as wonderful as your legs. I do not pretend to look away, you are teasing me and I love it. 

You sit back up, catching me. But I do not blush, instead I smile. It is obvious I enjoyed the little show. You smile back at me. You take the lip balm you got from your purse and put it on. You take your time, puckering them, and then running the tip of your tongue over them to make sure of the coverage. Again, more teasing, but wonderful teasing it is.

We talk for a bit, flirting, trading double entendres. I think things are going very well, and I'm about to ask you if we can do this again. But you cut me off.

"Well, I have to get home." you say.

I am disheartened by the abruptness of your comment thinking we had hit it off fairly well.

"If you want, you can follow me." you finish. 

You then turn and head to your car. I nearly knock over the chair getting up.

We arrive at your house. You walk in ahead of me and call out. 

"Eva, come see what I brought home to play with."

Eva comes out of the kitchen and gives you a warm hug and lingering kiss. She looks over at me, or was that looking me over?

"So this is the Alex you have been telling me about." she says, "And you think he can keep up with us?"

"I'll do my best." I reply, "But I'll let you two be the judge." I smile trying to be witty.

"See I told you he had confidence." you say as you wrap your arms around her.

Your hand runs over her breast. I don't know if that was for my benefit, but it sure felt like it was. 

"Let's go relax." you say, and take Eva's hand leading her to the living room with me following. The two of you sit on the couch and you motion for me to sit next to you on the oppisit side from Eva. 

Eva is dressed in yoga pants and a tank. Like you she is braless and I can't help but notice her nipples stand out like yours. You lean into her and the two of you start to kiss. Your kiss starts to get more passionate and I love watching you two. I can feel myself hardening as I watch you. Steeling myself I move my hand to you and start rubbing your leg. I hear you moan your approval as you continue to kiss Eva. Encouraged my hand starts to move up and down your leg more, my fingers tracing their way across your thighs, right to the bottom of your shorts.

Eva has her hand on one of your breasts now, over your top, her fingers playing with your nipple through the material. I bring my hand up and start to do the same to the other. It takes you a moment to realize that it is both her and I touching you now. But once you do you let out anohter long low moan. You bring your closest hand over to me and find my crotch. I am already hardening under my jeans. Your hand wraps over it, causing me to push my hips up into your hand.

Eva's hand has come over to your other breast and finds mine there. She puts her hand on top of mine, guiding my hand, knowing where and how you like to be touched. I look over at Eva and she smiles. She breaks the kiss with you and whispers in your ear.

"I think you found a good one too."

"Oh, I know I did." you say back, giving my thick tool a hard squeeze.

I become more confident and my hand becomes more aggressive. My fingers find your nipple and start to roll it between them. I love how thick and rubbery they have become. I look across and Eva has pulled your shirt up exposing your right breast and has latched onto your nipple with her lips. The sight of her nursing on you is exquisite. She has obviously done this many times and knows exactly what you like. You have your hand on her head and hold her close to your beautiful bosom. I lift your shirt on the left side, exposing your breast to me as well. Eva looks over at me and winks. Together we lift your shirt off completely, and both hungrily attack your soft flesh. 

This is a first for me and I want to make sure I don't over step my welcome. I ease back from you and watch how Eva loves you. I am amazed by the beauty of you two together. After she has feasted on both your breasts you pull her face to yours and you kiss her deeply. Then it is your turn to move to her. I watch as you start to fondle her breast much as she did yours. But I see are you are a bit rougher with her then she was with you. You pull her tee shirt off and I am exposed her to. You lean back to admire her beauty, giving me a clear view of her as well. I am not sure if the extra view was for me, but I love the view regardless. Eva's nipples are darker than yours. Hers are a milk chocolate where yours are a rosy pink. You take one into your mouth and suck hard, drawing it out taunt, then let it go from your lips with a pop of suction. You then attack them with even more energy, I see you bite them gently, but with teeth none the less. She moans out loudly and I watch her grabbing the edge of the couch. 

You have moved in-front of her now, her legs on either side of you. You exquisite ass is pushed out towards me with the denim shorts pulled tight. You are so into her I think you may have forgotten me. But I resolve to change that. You start to kiss your way down Eva's front I bring my hands around you and unbutton your shorts. I start to pull them down over your hips as you pull Eva's yoga pants down her legs. God, your bare ass is amazing before me. I reach my hand out and touch it, my fingers gliding over the softness of it. You pause a moment with Eva and look over your shoulder at me.

"I was wondering where you had gone to." you say with a smile.

"Oh I was just enjoying the show" I reply.

You turn your attention back to Eva and start to kiss your way up her thigh, and soon have your face burred between them. I can't see exactly what you are doing, but from the way Eva is moaning and grinding her hips I can tell it is something good. I lie on my back and slide up under you from behind. I love the look of your pussy from this view and the smell of your arousal is intoxicating. Bringing my mouth up to your sex I slide my tongue up along you slit. I can feel your lips giving just a bit as my tongue pusses along them, your sweet nectar coating it. I slide my mouth up and across your nub and flick it slightly with my tongue. I am nervous going down on you, as any man probably would be on a predominantly lesbian woman, but I am willing to give it my best.

I continue to lap and suck on you getting more and more aggressive. I hear moaning coming form above me and am sure the bulk of it is form Eva, but I hear it from you as well. I start to push my tongue deeper into you and push my nose into your clit. I bring my mouth up and draw my lips around your bud, gently sucking on it, flicking my tongue rhythmically across it. My hands come up and grab your hips. I pull you down onto me so that my face is trapped between your thighs. My tongue, with nowhere to go, pushes deeper into you. 

From here I can look up and see your beautiful breasts hanging down as you eagerly attack Eva's pussy as I am attacking yours. I can feel your hips starting to buck over me, and can hear Eva getting closer to her peek. I continue to labor my tongue and mouth on you as I hear Eva cry out. You're whole body is rocked by her convolutions as she cums on your mouth and I struggle to hang on to you. Her orgasm triggers your own and I feel you tense up. You thighs clamp hard on either side of my head but I continue. I put my mouth over your clit and suck on it hard, dragging my teeth gently but firmly across it. I Your legs quiver and shake as the convulsion takes over you. 

Sensing you are done, I release you, my head dropping back to the floor. You bring your leg up over me and I roll out from under you. I look up and Eva is panting trying to get her breath back. I then look to you. You are breathing hard as well, but nowhere near as labored as Eva. You smile at me, your fingers wiping your own juices form my face. 

"Not bad for a guy" you smile genuinely

"Thanks." I answer, truly taking it as a complement. "But I do have other things I think I do even better." I continue with a grin.

"Not bad for a guy" you smile

"Thanks." I say, truly taking it as a complement. "But I do have other things I think I do even better." I continue with a grin.

"OH?" you say, "You may have to just prove that."

"By all means" I answer, "you definitely should not take my word for it. Proof is very much in order." 

"Well, let's see what you got." you say and move next to me, your hand moving to my jeans.

I lay back on my elbows as I watch you lower my zipper. Lifting my hips I let you pull my pants to my ankles. I finish kicking them off as your hand lies over my very erect cock through my boxers. 

"My, you are excited aren't you" you tease.

"Just a bit." my voice mocking a crack.

Your hand starts to move up and down my length over my boxers.

"You know Eva and I prefer pussy don't you?" you comment.

"Oh good, that makes three of us." I laugh, but then continue, "But by prefer I hope that does not mean you never enjoy a nice cock."

"Well, there have been one or two that were not bad." you say coyly.

"I bet I can make it three." I reply.

With that you grab the waist band of my boxers and draw them down. I lift my hips and they soon join my pants in a heap by my feet. You are kneeling next to me, examining my now exposed cock as if appraising it. And though I am no porn star, I have been told I am rather thick. I am not offended, and in turn let my eyes feast on your body. I love how your breasts rest on your chest. They are not large, but beautiful in shape, the nipples pink and thick.

"Eva." you call out, "I think this one will do. Come and take a look." 

Eva comes down from the couch, and knees next to you. Her arm wraps around your waist. She is a bit taller then you, and her breasts a bit larger. Her nipples are darker than yours, the aureole standing out against her pale skin. I love the view of you together and image what you look like in a lovers embrace. 

With Eva next to you your hand reaches out and touches my naked cock for the first time. It twitches under your hand and a small amount of pre-cum escapes from the tip. You bring your hand up, your thumb smearing it across my gland making me shiver. Eva has pulled you closer to her. Her hand has come up and started to gently knead your breast, her fingers finding your nipples and rolling them.

"You want that, don't you baby?" she whispers into your ear.

You only nod in reply. You're breathing getting heaver. Eva's free hand has moved down between your thighs and is gently playing with you. Her fingers are running up and down your slit, sliding across your swelling clitoris.

"You want that in here." This time a statement not a question, as she pushes two fingers between your folds and up into you.

You simply let out a small moan. 

Eva gently pushes you forward, your legs opening as you climb over my legs. I look, transfixed, as you move forward till your hips are positioned over mine. Eva reaches down I pulls my cock up till it is aimed at your entrance. Slowly you ease yourself down, feeling every millimeter as it enters you. I look up into your eyes, watching them as I slowly fill you. They glaze over and then you close them, reveling in the fullness between your lips.

Finally you are completely down on me and I force back the urge to start thrusting. Eva is next to you, your chin in her hand as she has turned your head to face her. She brings her lips to yours and kisses you softly, lovingly. 

Her kiss becomes more passionate, her tongue finding yours. Her hands move back to your breast and once again fondle it, teasing your nipples. Your hips start to rock on me, slowly grinding your pelvis into mine. I lay back and grab your hips and start to move with you. God you feel incredible on me, your pussy griping my cock like a velvet glove. 

You and Eva continue to kiss. Your hands start to touch her as well, your fingers on her neck, her shoulder, down to her full breasts. You find her nipples hard like yours. You pinch and twist them causing her to grown into your mouth. Your hand moves down her body, over the small patch of her pubic hair. You find her sex wet and wanting. Her lips engorged again. All this time you're girding on my cock has become more urgent. I watch you two as you ride me. It is one of the most exotic things I have ever witnessed. 

I understand you are just using me, as you would any sex toy, but I am fine with that. After all, I'm not looking for a relationship, and this is the kind of thing most guys fantasize about most of their lives and never had the chance to fulfill.

Our hips are moving as one now. You can feel my hardness churning deep inside of you. My right hand moves from your hip and across your thigh. I bring my thumb down between us and find the engorged nub of your clit and start to strum it. I feel your whole body tense as I tease your clit. 

Eva moves around so she is now facing you. She has brought one leg up over my head, her pussy right in my face. She is acting like I am not even there, but the move was very intentional. Not being one to kiss a gift horse in the mouth, I bring my mouth up to her and start to lick her. She tastes a good as you, but muskier. I push my tongue deep up into her and draw out as much of her sweet nectar as I can. I bring my hands up and cup her breasts in my hand. I love how hard her nipples feel in my palms. But then your hand pushes mine aside as you start to kneed them yourself. 

You have changed from simply grinding on me to moving up and down on my length. You are truly fucking me now. Eva has leaned forward and taken one of your nipples between her lips and is sucking on it. Finally releasing it with a pop, and I hear her voice husky.

"That's it baby. Fuck that cock in your pussy." Her voice encoring you.

With her words I feel you speed up. You start to pound on me now. Forcing me to gasp as Eva is pushes her pussy down harder onto my mouth, my lips sucking on her distended clit as she moves in to kiss you. Her tongue once again finds yours and she kisses you hard. This is the most incredible thing I have ever experienced, and am scared I will not be able to last much longer. 

Eva surprises me when she suddenly goes ridged and her body starts to quake. Her thighs then go week and she sits down fully on my face. I can still feel her body trembling from her orgasm and I push my tongue as deep into her as I can. My air supply is now completely cut off and my lungs start to burn, but I refuse to stop. At the last moment, before I panicked, she lifts up and I gulp in the air. 

You feel her cumming as she kisses you. This pushing you over the edge and moments later you start to cum yourself. I can feel you; feel your body quake as well. Feel your pussy spamming on me as the waves roll over you. Eva's thighs are still press on either side of my head but I can still her you cry out. I can't take it any longer and cry out.

"Sahara!" 

You understand what is about to happen and pull off of me, reach down grabbing my throbbing cock and pump it once and I erupt. You simply hold it in your fist feeling it throb as jet after jet of my cum shoots from the tip. Soon my chest and stomach are covered. My orgasm over, you simply drop my cock like a used toy. Eva climbs off of me and you and her tumble on to the floor besides me, once again in each others arms. I lay completely spent catching my breath. 

After a few minutes, you get up and head to the kitchen. A few moments later you return sit back down with Eva and hand me a dish towel. You kiss her gently and the rise pulling her up with you. You turn to me and say. 

"Thanks, that was fun. Maybe we can do it again sometime." then you finish, "The door will lock itself behind you."

I watch as you and Eva retire to what I assume is the bedroom. I wipe myself with the towel and get dressed. As I head out the door and make sure it locked behind me. 

"Yeah," I think to myself, "I could do that again sometime."



Something New



I walked out my room, wondering where Stephen was since he was not in bed, sleepily rubbing my eyes and feeling along the wall to find the bathroom in the dim lights. I was used to walking around in my underclothes since I slept in them and Stephen had already seen me naked so it didn't bother me. It was just freezing today. I squished my arms around myself, folding them around my breasts with a little shiver. I stubbed my toe against the wall, and a small, "Shit." slipped out in the quiet of the house and seemed to resonate. 

 Quietly, I shut the bathroom door after doing my business, in the timid way that everyone does late at night, like the loud noise will disturb some sleeping shadows. I was padding down the hall again, when I felt warm hands enclose my eyes. I went rigid for a second, and then relaxed as a warm breath blew over my ear, with the whispered words,

 "Guess who."

 I sagged against Stephen in relief and he breathed a laugh. 

 "Did I scare you?" He whispered, nibbling my ear. His hands slipped to my hips and encircled me loosely.

 "I'm sorry I wasn't home. I was taking care of...business." 

 My eyes furrowed, and his voice dipped in a way that I couldn't understand when he said "business." I twisted around a bit irritated.

 "Business?"

 He nuzzled my neck, and gripped my waist a little tighter as I moved away. "Shh, calm down, you'll see in a little bit, it's a secret for now, I wouldn't keep anything from you though." 

 He kept it silent but I felt the laugh vibrate in his chest against my back and grew more sullen, crossing my arms in front of his since they still encircled me. 

 "What are you laughing at?"



"You're cute when you're mad."

 I huffed and whipped my hair a bit too hard on purpose, making sure the ends of it flicked him in the face. Long hair has its benefits. A laugh slipped out loud and he flicked my cheek. Slowly I cracked a smile and then scowled.

 "Come on, it's almost time you find out the secret."

 He loosely entwined his fingers in mine and led me to the bedroom, but before he opened the half shut doors, he glanced at me.

 "Close your eyes." 

 I hesitantly did so and then I felt him behind, me, tying on a blindfold. 

 "Wha-what?" 

 He didn't say anything for a few seconds, and then led me to a part of the room, and sat down, tugging me onto his lap. I figured it was the bed. "Lay down." He whispered.

 I obliged and felt a fuzzy thing click around my wrist. With a start, I realized they were handcuffs. 

 "What are you doing, Stephen?" 

 "Well, I know you've told me about a situation like this before.. Anyway if you don't want to, we don't have to, I just, thought I'd do it. The handcuffs aren't very strong either, you could tug out of them pretty easily..."

 He sounded frantic and I could just imagine him running a hand through his curls, in a stressed way. A giggle slipped up.

 "I.. I want to do it." I said quietly.

 He let out a relieved sounding sigh, and I felt his warm, gentle but rough hands touching my face, untying the blindfold. I blinked a few times as my eyes adjusted. My arms weren't pulled too high, the position was slightly uncomfortable but not unbearable, not pulled to their limit like most things I had seen. Typical considerate Stephen. I wiggled a bit. Then, he got that smiling, mischievous look in his eye that I adored and bit his lip slightly. 

 "Now... are you ready?" 

 Eagerly, I nodded. 

 A worried look passed over his face for a second. "Remember, in this situation, we are sub and dom, but you can stop at any time, okay, just tell me." 

 I nodded, exasperated. He rolled his eyes at me for a second before getting down to business. 

 "Spread your legs." I obeyed, and he ran his hand over the outline of my lips through my panties and then tugged them off, slowly and gently. Tossing them aside, he slipped one finger in to me, and lifted the hood of my clit, rubbing a small circle on the swollen bud. Slipping them out, he sucked his finger, and then slid it in again.

 "Taste yourself." 

 He held his finger to my lips, and I nervously opened, my mouth taking a lick. "Suck it, suck your juices off my finger, darling."

 He watched me intensely and smiled as I did so. "Good girl." 

 Moving up my hips, with his finger tips, he traced patterns. Pitter pattering and drawing circles until he reached my bra. "This won't do."

 He slipped the straps down my shoulder slowly while straddling me, and then reached behind me, fluidly unhooking it. Luckily, today the bra I was wearing could also unhook from the back since the straps were adjustable, and he slipped it off with no problem. 

 "I love your breasts." 

 He traced a circle around my nipples, and then rubbed the pad of his thumb over the top of them until they stiffened. Then he took one into his mouth, and sucked gently, grazed his teeth on it, and then bit, tugging just barely. He did the same to the other and then took his mouth off of them, pinching them lightly for a few seconds, tugging. I licked my lips and let out a small sigh.He glanced at me. 

 "You like that?" 

 I nodded my head, and he sucked one again. 

 "I can't hear you." 

 He took his mouth off and blew air on it, and I sighed more. 

 "Yeah-Yeah, I do, I like it." 

 He smiled and twirled his tongue, down, down, down... Alternating between soft kisses, lips touching my tummy and lower, my abdomen, and a tongue flicking down, he got lower, lower... Tracing kisses on the inside of my thigh, and then finally, finally. He slowly, licked up and then stuck his tongue deep inside, and then stopped completely, going for my clit, sucking it into his mouth and twirling his tongue around it. A moan slipped out from my throat, completely unbidden, a little sound of pleasure. He took his mouth off suddenly, making me groan in disappointment.

 "In time, Miss Impatient." I sighed loudly and he gave me a stern look. Abashed, I blushed. 

 "You'll have to wait." 

 Slowly, he took off my hand cuffs and smirked. 

 'Get on your knees. Doggy style." 

 I complied, a bit worried. He slid fingers into my dripping pussy, sliding them across it gently and then I heard him squirt something onto his hand. 

 "Ok darling...I know you've been wanting to try this, but you've been a bit scared. It's ok, I'll help you through it." 

 He rubbed the opening slowly, making sure it was slippery. 

 "Push sweetie, that makes it easier, and less tight." I complied, and he slowly slipped a finger in me, painstakingly slow. 

 "How does that feel?" 

 I paused, trying to come up with a word to describe it. "Full. It feels...different.I like it, I think." 

 He moved it in me, wiggling a bit, sliding in and out. "And now?"

 "Yeah.. I like it. It feels, um, good." I said, surprised. I savored the feel as he continued to move his fingers in me.

 "Second finger now. Push." I obeyed, and he was able to slip the second in next to the first.

 "Oh, oh. That feels so big."

 "Should I take it out?" He said. 

 "No, no, I can handle it.. Yeah." I sighed. 

 Slowly, he pumped both fingers in me and I moaned, under my breath. "Oooh." 

 "Do you like it, darling?"

 "I... I like it a lot, actually." 

 He moved his fingers a tiny bit more inside of me and wiggled them around, stretching me out. "I have a present for you then." 



I heard him grab something. "Push out darling." I did and he slipped out his fingers, and I felt the cool smooth end of something.

 "I got you a buttplug. It's not very big, but I think you'll like it." Slowly, he slipped it in and I sighed at the fullness. He moved it in and out a few times, reaching with his other hand under my pussy to rub my clit. I sagged a bit. 

 "Does that feel good?" 

 "Uhh..uh huh." I slurred out. 

 He slipped it back in, and stood. I paused. 

 "Will you come here?" I asked. He did, and I saw that he sill had his pants on. I rolled my eyes. 

 "Closer." 

 I got on my knees and sat up, tentatively. I reached for his jeans and unzipped them, tugging them down, and did the same to his boxers. I slowly took his cock into my mouth, and licked the head, swirling my tongue around and then bobbing up and down, taking as much as I could before coming up for air. He gripped my head, hips moving. 

 "Darling... You're going to need to, uhh,stop, I don't want to cum yet." I reluctantly stopped sliding my mouth off, off, off, until he was out my mouth. 

 "Are you ready to cum, darling?" 

 I frantically nodded my head, and he put the handcuffs back on, making me lie down, on my back. Slowly, so slowly, he put the head of his cock against my pussy, and thrust. My hand reached for my clit of its own accord and he lightly slapped it, even though it was restrained so wouldn't even be able to move that far. 

 "Uh uh. You ask." 

 "May I please play with my clit, sir?" I panted out.



"What was that?" He was having the time of his life. 

 "May I please- ooooh," I moaned out, as he thrust into me, hard.

 "R-rub my clit?" 

 He looked thoughtful for a second. "Hmmm.... I suppose, I dunno. Ok, yes." 

 I sighed in relief as he uncuffed me. 



"Thankyou!" 

 I gave him a kiss straight on the lips. He responded and then took his mouth off of mine, and thrust, as I rubbed my clit, frantically. "Fuck, you feel so good. And you get soaking wet." He grunted in between thrusts. I didn't say anything besides the occasional moan. 

 As we went on, I tensed. "I'm going to cum." He stopped immediately and I whined. 

 "Ask permission." 

 "May I cum, please?" 

 "Not yet. Stop rubbing your clit." I stopped and he continued to thrust. After a few moments passed,he gave me permission. 

 "You can cum." I rubbed my clit, hips rushing up to meet his, and then finally, finally. I groaned. Bursts of color and passion popped before my eyes, I strained up to meet him, leg jerked and I panted loudly. He pulled out. 

 "Open your mouth darling." I did, and he thrust into me, fucking my mouth, my throat and then, finally, He groaned, held the back of my head. Some cum dribbled down my chin out the sides of my mouth. I swallowed the rest. 

 He flopped next to me, and I lay exhausted, limbs entwined, he wrapped an arm around me, mumbled an, "I love you" into my hair, and we drifted off to sleep.