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A Lesson Learned

By: Dalendria



Sandra's footfalls padded against the rough dirt road, a good run was always something that had her feeling better. She concentrated on nothing but the sound of her heart beating to the matching sound of her soles hitting the roughed path she followed through the forest. This was always her favorite path to take, so quiet and serene, giving her time to sort her thoughts. Shaking her head a bit she thought back to the night before when she and her Master fought, god she hated it, but it seemed to be happening more and more of late. Closing her eyes briefly she tried to drain her mind of all the unpleasant things He and she both said to each other, she knew she loved Him, just felt that she wasn't' enough for Him. A continuous downfall of hers that He was telling her about.

Gritting her teeth she quickened her pace, blocking out the sounds around her, just listening to the strong beat of her heart. Sandra had been running for about three miles now, just two more and she would be home. Having lost sense of the world around her she didn't' hear a Man moving up behind her, never having a thought of others around as the path was on personal property. Breathing deep she felt her feet plod, one before the other, the ground passing before her eyes. 

He moved up behind her, lithe and stealthily. A smirk crossed His lips as He had been watching her, following her approximately the whole time since she left the house. The night before still burned in His mind, He was tired of always arguing with His slut about her feelings of inferiority. He didn't feel He had to continuously draw her up when she should be concentrating on Him, He was happy with her, loved her but it was time to teach her a lesson. One He was sure would at the end, draw her fears to rest and bring them closer together. He watched her concentration level, this run was nothing for Him, for He ran 10 miles a day to her 5. He watched the way her ass moved, so tight and firm in those running pants, how her hips flared to the tiny waist that His hands could span, still noticing the slight bruises from the day before when He fucked her. His gaze wandered upward following the short cropped top she jogged in to the definition of her delicate shoulders, the slight gleam of sweat that gathered. Already His cock was raging with a hard on, yet it didn't hinder His motions. He matched His steps to hers, so that if she lost concentration she wouldn't hear Him as quickly. Plodding along the path He was right behind her, His breath almost hissed against her neck.

A shiver raced along Sandra's spine, she was almost home, how good it would feel to get in the shower. Then to be ready when He got home. He said He was working late today and would be home around 6. Just as she was to quicken her steps, it seemed as if the world spinned, lights flashed in her head as she screamed out, her body haphazardously falling to the side as she tripped over her own feet. Pain sliced through her sharply from the blow to her head. Hitting the ground she felt the weight of what seemed a tree fall against her back, slamming her face to the ground. Cheek mashing to the wet musty ground of decaying debris, lips parted on a scream that was snuffed out as dirt filled her mouth. Sputtering she lifted her hands, just as another blow rained down upon her head. Stunned she laid there, pain radiating through her head, lights dancing before her as hot minty breath slide over her ear and cheek to assail her senses.

He was straddling her back, His cock straining against His pants as He quickly pinned her arms. Leaning down to growl low in her ear, a sound filled with menace and lust. Sandra's arms pinned He reached up and curled His fingers in the long tendrils of her hair, grasping it hard before jerking it back so hard and quick that she had no time to catch her breath, the scream that had started to pour from her lips silenced quickly. He leaned back away from her sight if she had any and reached into His pocket drawing out two silken ties. Shoving one in between those lush pouty lips that were now dirt caked before tying it in place with the other. He could feel Sandra's muscles bunch as she tried to twist and turn, her hips bucking up to try and dislodge Him. Yet with each motion she made He countered, His hands becoming rougher, His thighs tightening around her hips.

Tossing her head aside, He watched coldly as her forehead smacked a rock, a slight abrasion noticed as a small thin line of blood flowed down her forehead to her eye, forcing her to close them. Shoving a palm straight between her shoulder blades He held her tight to the ground. Quickly grasping the rope from His other pocket. Shifting His weight He placed His knee into her back, holding her as His hands tied her wrists together behind her tightly before drawing the line of rope up and then around her neck, sliding it over her shoulder then back to her wrists, securing it. He could hear her whimpers and moans through the gag as she struggled to no avail. 

Rising slightly, He kicked his steel-toed shoe into her side, hearing a deep grunt as she turned her head away from Him, thinking to Himself, smart girl. Placing His foot on her back, he leaned down and took the hunting knife from the sheath around His waist. Gripping its hilt tight He bent toward Her and grasped the band of her jogging pants. Taking the blade and scraping it along the small of her back so she could feel the sharp edge, Watching as it marred the pale flesh before He sliced down her pants, noticing she was wearing no underwear and almost chuckled. Sheathing the knife He ripped the pants all the way off, watching her legs flail until He ground His heel into her back. Raising His hand He slammed it down fully open palmed to the firm ripeness of her ass, hearing the resounding smack in the air around Him. As His hand landed He gripped her ass cheek and slammed two fingers into her ass hard, quick, Penetrating until His fingers were buried fully. Sandra's body lurched, her ass tightened and her legs twisted together, entwining.

A twisted smile curled His lips at Sandra's movements, knowing nothing would help her now. Twisting swiftly He moved until He was shoving a foot between her legs and spreading them viciously open without a thought to her pain. Her cries and moans only drawing His breath to be more ragged, His cock to twitch with the need to be buried in that sweet tight ass. To hurt her, take her as He wished and to show her that she was His. Holding a hand to her upper shoulders He quickly undid His pants, His raging cock springing forward already the tip was covered in precum. His mind screamed to say something to her about what a good little fucking whore she was but He wouldn't, before the irony of the situation came to Him, for she didn't' know it was Him.

Sliding His hand up into Sandra's hair He mashed her face down into the ground, knowing her nose was buried into the musty decaying leaves on the ground. Twisting, His knees pushed her legs so far apart that he could see the muscles straining. Just as quickly He slammed his hips forward, ripping into her ass as she screamed into the gag. Her body jerked, lurched forward and twisted as His cock delved into the dry passage of her tight ass. Groaning He swiveled His hips, drawing back to slam His cock deep into that stretched hole, knowing He was hurting her. His other hand swept back and then fell forward to slam into her side with a loud crack just as His hips drove onward. Each press of His cock into her ass coming quicker, as His length and girth extended. The skin of her ass stretched and tore, blood seeped around His cock from the tear and He just growled menacingly and pounded away at her. His cock raged with the need to release, her ass was raw and tight around Him just begging for it.

His back arched as His cock thrust one last time, the force of His orgasms crashing His hips against hers, feeling her legs spread even wider, the dirt of the ground sticking to her cunt, her thighs. Just as quickly He withdrew from her and buttoned His pants, watching as His cum leaked from her ass as she writhed painfully on the ground. Shoving her head back against the ground she could see that her fingers were white from being bound so tight, that the rope around her neck was definitely leaving a mark without cutting off too much breath. Pleased, he knew that she would be feeling this for a long time. Taking His knife once more. He pressed His weight to the upper portion of her back and carved quickly and painfully His name into her lower back, watching the blood seep in quickening running lines slide along her flesh to mingle with all the dirt and debris sticking to her. Turning He slapped her across the face hard enough to daze her as He cut her binding, leaving her laying there tattered and torn before quickly rising and taking off down the path away from her.

Stunned she laid there, her entire body aching and screaming in pain, "my god" she thought to herself, " I was just raped……raped. What would Master say, what would he do…….." Groaning and crying out in pain as she bite her lip hard, she moved, her only thought of getting home and cleaning up.

Later that night as she stepped from the bathroom she was covered in a robe. Shaking visibly and still pale except for the scrape to her forehead and untold bruises and abrasions against her flesh that were hidden by the robe. Sandra glanced at the clock and noted that He would be home soon. Curling up on the couch gingerly, still barely able to move even after all the cleaning and hot water that had rained down upon her skin she waited. Eyes closed as she heard the door open, her head turning away from Him as he entered. "Hello my Slut" he called out, only to be met with silence. He smiled to Himself and popped a mint into His mouth. Walking smoothly over to her He bent down and brushed His lips along her cheek, the minty flavored breath wafted upward to assail her sense and she stiffened. Her whole body shook, each bruise and scrape seemed to increase in pain, the letters on her back that had been carved suddenly becoming clear in her mind as they spelled out His name. 

He watched the play of emotions and how her body reacted and then whispered……"never doubt again what I feel for You slut, You are mine, to do with as I please, I love You. " kissing her softly on the cheek He wandered into the bedroom to change. 

A Lesson Learned



She knelt silently, the event of the day passing through her mind with chronological precision and a clarity that was almost surreal.

The day had begun like any other. She had risen early as was her custom...put the coffee on...ran a hot bath...and woke Master by crawling into the bed and taking His soft cock into her mouth...just letting it rest in her warmth until Master awoke...some mornings she served Him...today He simply tousled her hair and rose from the bed. When He had closed the bathroom door behind Him, she rose from the bed, went to the closet and laid out His clothes. She hade the bed and tidied the room, then went into the bathroom, removed a large soft towel from the linen closet and knelt silently by the tub, the towel laid across her outstretched arms. She kept her eyes lowered and remained silent and still. Master was not a morning person and did not like conversation this time of day.

In time, He rose from the bath and took the towel from her outstretched arms, pausing a moment to let His fingers run softly over her hair. She rose and left the room, going to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. She smiled happily to herself. Master had told her they were doing something special that evening and she was excited. She prepared the meal with quiet, efficient movements...cleaning behind her as she went. Just as she put His plate on the table, He walked into the room. She poured His coffee and set it down, finished cleaning up and sat down across from Him. 

He perused his newspaper for several moments while she began eating and sipping her tea. Finally, He put the newspaper down and smiled at her, "Good morning, My sweet."

As always, she was struck by the intensity of her feelings for Him, "Good morning, my Master."

"Love, I have left a list of things that need to be done today on my desk. Please see to them. I expect everything will be completed when I return."

"Of course Master."

They finished their breakfast quickly, the meal peppered with light bits of conversation. Then He rose...kissed her lovingly and left for His office. She spent a few more minutes idling over her breakfast, then finished washing their dishes, went to the bedroom, took a shower and dressed. When she was done, she went downstairs to His office. There was a single piece of paper in the center of the desk, her list for the day. She picked it up and began reading with dismay. There was so much to do on the list; she would never make it to her massage appointment this afternoon. A surge of rebellion filled her. He knew she had scheduled a massage today. He deliberately put so much to do on the list that she would not be able to go. Her rebellion filled her. She would simply do as much as possible on the list and go to her massage anyway.

She scanned over the list, mentally checking things off, judging what was urgent and what could wait until Monday. A twinge of guilt filled her, but she shook it off. She set her mind and left the house. The morning and early afternoon passed quickly as she went from place to place, checking off the items on the list as she accomplished them. 

Finally, she sat in the parking lot of the spa, her hands gripping the steering wheel, overwhelmed by what she was about to do. Was she really going to defy Master to satisfy her own selfish wants? With a decisive nod of her head, the decision was made. She took her purse and went inside.

An hour later she emerged feeling relaxed and refreshed. She glanced at the elegant gold watch on her wrist. She just had time to go to the grocers to get dinner...get home, change and prepare the meal.

She was just getting ready to take dinner out of the oven when Master came home. She quickly turned the oven off and knelt by His chair. He sat down and looked at her. "So, my pet, did you finish everything I left for you to do?" There was a strange note in His voice that she did not catch. Her heart leaped into her throat.

She replied haltingly, "N-no, Master. The list was too long. I did not have time to complete everything." Her voice was low and hesitant. Her words were met by only silence.

Finally He spoke, "Nothing else happened today?" 

She struggled fought with herself, then gave a deep sigh and said, "Yes Master. Something else happened. Instead of completing the tasks You gave me, i went to my massage appointment." Her voice was heavy and low.

He said nothing as He reached into His pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He held it low enough that she could see it as He unfolded it. It was the list, the list He had left her this morning written on His company letterhead. Her thoughts raced...how had He gotten it?

He spoke evenly, "I know. This afternoon, I received a phone call from the day spa downtown. One of their clients had dropped this list. They thought it might be important so they called Me and offered to fax it over to Me. I was sure there must have been a mistake. I knew that there was no possible way for you to complete every task I had given you and still had time to visit the spa. In fact, I planned it that way."

"Master, forgive me, please. I had this appointment booked for so long. I had been looking forward to this massage desperately."

He looked down at her with sorrow in His eyes. "Do you think I did not know that little one?" The disappointment in His voice nearly broke her heart. "Today, I wanted to see how far you were willing to go to put aside your own wants...to sacrifice for Me...for us actually. If only you had trusted Me."

Just then the doorbell rang. As tears streamed down her cheeks He rose to answer it. He returned with a young woman behind Him, carrying a large somewhat bulky object with her. He told her casually that she could set up there in the middle of the room; He would be with her momentarily. She gave a mildly curious look to the weeping girl kneeling in the room, then shrugged and went about her business. He returned to His girl's side and looked at her, telling her to raise her eyes and look at Him.

When she did, He said, "This woman is a professional masseuse. She had been hired to give you a massage. I can't count the number of times I have told you, if you are willing to sacrifice for Me, I will give you much in return. But still, you put your own selfishness before My desires. I am not sure what will make you see that I will take care of you, I will look out for you, and still you do not trust Me." Tears fell silently down her cheeks as the truth of His words cut into her. "You must be punished, of course." Despite herself a thrill went through her.

He saw her reaction to His words. "I do not think you will find pleasure in this." He walked away from her, returning a moment later with something in His hands. With shock she realized what it was. He bent low and removed the soft, elegant collar He had placed on her neck when He made her His own and replaced it with the harsh, stiff collar she had worn during her training. 

Her eyes opened wide and she begged Him, "Please Master...please...i'm sorry...forgive me," she threw herself down, prostrating herself at His feet, unmindful of the young woman watching. 

His face remained unyielding, "Kneel up girl...now." Slowly she raised herself up and listened to His words. "you will remove yourself from My presence. I expect that you will contemplate your failure. Keep yourself separate from Me until I deem that you have thoroughly considered your actions today. You will not serve Me, nor kneel before Me, nor be in My presence until I decide your penance is complete. Since we share one home, I expect that if I enter a room, you will remove yourself immediately."

As the full import of His words washed over her, a sense of despair and failure filled her. To be removed from Master's presence? Could there be any worse punishment? Her eyes glistening with tears, she rose and walked defeated from the room, feeling as if her sense of purpose had been taken from her. She went to the bedroom they had always shared and collapsed on the floor sobbing. When she could cry no more, she got up, and took some of her things to the spare bedroom, a sense of loss heavy in her heart. She closed the bedroom door behind her and sat on the bed. She knew she should be thinking about things, as Master had told her to, but at the moment she was too numb to do more than stare in silence at the wall. She realized that at that very moment Master was probably enjoying the masseuse He had hired for her. This brought a fresh flow of tears. Eventually, she got undressed and lay on the bed, but sleep eluded her for a long time.

She drifted off finally in the long lonely hours before dawn, waking at her accustomed time. She began to leave the room then realized she could not serve Him. She was lost, without purpose. She heard Him get ready and leave. She was alone. 

She knelt on the floor and cleared her mind, knowing that she must fulfill His orders, not just for Him, but for herself as well. 

At first, as she knelt there...only the mundane passed through her mind...the actions of the day rather than her thoughts and motivations. Gradually, her mind cleared...she began to examine herself in a way she had never done before. Sinking deep within herself, she did not even notice the passing of time. She existed in a timeless world of pure thought and feeling.

Her entire relationship with Master rolled through her...pictures of sensation...emotion. Her memories showing her clearly each time she had doubted Him, and each time her doubt had been shown groundless. She felt an agony in her soul as she saw that despite her failure to trust Him to care for her, He had never wavered...not once.

Hours passed as she knelt there...but she neither felt the time passing nor the stiffening of her muscles. She dug deeper into herself...seeking the root of her doubt. A realization dawned on her...she had thought her failure to put herself completely into his hands had been unwitting...as she delved into her soul, she realized that she had been deliberately testing Him. A low moan slipped from her lips though she did not hear it. The completeness of her failure sat upon her, yet she felt a strange sense of peace within herself.

She was testing His love for her...His promises that if she put herself in His hands, He would never let her fall. Some corner of her soul had not believed Him. The thought hit her like a fist. Tears slipped unknowingly down her cheeks through her closed eyes.

Unknown to her, her Master had returned home and was standing in the doorway watching her. He saw the pain on her face, the tears slipping down her cheeks. He ached for the pain she was going through, and wanted desperately to go to her and comfort her. He wondered how long she had been there. Resisting the urge to take her in His arms, knowing this was a journey she must make alone, He walked away. He would be waiting for her when she reached the end of her journey, and together they would begin their own.

She continued her self-exploration...seeking the basis for her mistrust...she confronted her demons head on...slaying each one with a strength she drew from Him...each battle bringing her closer to peace.

When the last demon was slain, she collapsed forward...exhausted. She felt the numbness of her legs...the ache in her muscles...slowly she became aware of her surroundings. With a start she realized it was dark out...she had spent the entire day kneeling there. Painfully she uncurled her legs from under her...feeling the pain as her circulation returned. 

Hearing a noise in the doorway she looked up. Master was standing just inside the door. Mindful of His words the previous night, she struggled painfully to her feet and made her way to the door...intending to leave.

Master stepped in front of her. "Don't go little one." His voice was soft and gentle. She stopped short...her legs in agony, breathlessly waiting on Him. He looked down at her, pain written clearly on her face. He swept her up into His arms and carried her to their bedroom, sitting on the bed with her in His lap. She began to speak, but He shushed her tenderly. "There is no need to speak. I know your heart. I know the journey you have made today. You are now truly mine. I can see it in your eyes. I am so proud of you at this moment." With those words He gently unlocked the hated training collar off her neck and locked her own back on her. He then took her to the bath and bathed her tenderly, paying close attention to her sore legs and hips. He then tucked her into their bed and curled Himself around her.

She fell into a deep and dreamless sleep almost immediately...the most peaceful sleep she had experienced in longer than she could remember; her Master curled lovingly around her body.



A Lesson Learned



They had argued so long over her fiery will and in the end she was punished deeply and left to her room to sleep it off. He paced the halls of the house and thought about things. He was her Master, completely and utterly. She gave herself to him but still a willfulness abounded in her. In their contract certain limitations had been stated on both sides and she time and time again chose to push the ones placed upon her. He was tired of her crossing the line and decided it was time for her to learn.

The next day he awoke to her approaching him with a tray holding his favorite breakfast. She placed it astride his lap, wearing nothing but her nipple clamps with a long chain between them, as he ordered her to do around the house when company was not present. He looked at the meal then to her, with her hands clasped behind her, eyes cast downward. She knew she had done wrong and was trying to make up for it, but it would not do. 

"We will have company today. You have not met him. prepare the guest room." He did not even look at her as he commanded, eating his meal purposefully.

"Shall I get dressed in usual attire Master?" Her words were soft. His only reply was to shake his head and then wave his hand, shooing her away. She left perplexed. He was a jealous and reserved Master when it came to company. Never had she been unclothed before when he entertained. She went to the guestroom and changed the sheets, making the bed and turning it down to be ready, but her mind was not on her work. She decided he must be choosing that she will not accompany this meeting tonight, and sighed with mixed relief and disappointment.

The day was busy with meal preparations and her normal chores. She didn't expect her Master to pay her any heed, figuring she was still in trouble. When the guest arrived she was still in her room and he took his guest to play room where all the toys and equipment were. He explained what was to happen and then left the room. He found the girl brushing her long black hair. He took the brush from her and started brushing the beautiful raven strands. 

"May I know if this means you have forgiven me Master?" Her gaze lifted up and watched his reflection in the mirror.

"You may go to the play room and entertain my guest until I am prepared to meet with him." His voice was cold and her smile fell to a frown. He set down the brush and walks around in front of her. She sat and looked at him. "Did you not hear me girl?" He pulled harshly at the chains, she cried out with pain as she was pulled up by her nipples. "I said you will go entertain my guest, as you are dressed, right now." A quick turn using the chains and he lifted the brush and brought it down hard upon her ivory rear. The red mark formed quickly as she trotted out of the room to the play room. He felt the back of the brush and smiled a knowing grin.

She entered the room to find a man of large build. She could tell he worked out by the muscle tone under his shirt. He stood a good foot and a half above her small frame. She bowed deeply and approached him, keeping her eyes lowered. "Greetings Sir, my Master wished that I entertain you until he is able to meet with you. Shall I fix you a drink?" The man's gaze fell over her body, lingering at first over her full breasts, so fair, her trapped nipples looked like deep pink pools and stood out with the color. His eyes then followed downward to fall upon her shaven lips. Her skin took a reddish hue as a blush formed. 

When he spoke it was gruff and deep, "Your Master said I may entertain myself, little girl." He stepped forward and his hand squeezed her rear, pulling her to him. She gasped and pulled away.

She tried to remain respectful but was aghast at this behavior! "Sir, my Master and I have agreed that no one will ever use me, I have given my submission to him and him alone. He understands that, and I am sure he would not be happy knowing of your advances." His laugh cut through her as if she were left out of a joke, and the joke was on her.

And certainly it was. His eyes caught her and the passion within them scared her more than the voice and the words it spoke, "Little girl, it was your Master who said I could have you as I wished. He said you disregarded his wishes as pertaining to the contract you have so he was going to break a few of yours as well," He grabbed her wrists tight, squeezing the circulation off, "How was it he put it? Oh yes, two can play at that game." She pulled but he was too strong for her, his other hand pulled the chain, stretching her nipples painfully as she screamed! "Oh yes pretty one, scream for me, it is music to my ears. That will not be the end of that song trust me. That is just the overture."

He dragged her over to the center of the room where cuffs hung from a chain in the ceiling. He slipped her small wrists inside and locked them shut, laughing as she stood pulling at them on tippy toe. He held her waist firmly and yanked off the clamps, tearing her skin. Her sobs came quickly as rivers from her eyes as she glanced down to see the blood forming on the rips in her nipples. He bent down and took one in his mouth, sucking the blood from it softly then biting and chewing on it. Her cries got louder. He changed to the other one, the sweet blood caressing his tongue as he licked slowly at first, then suddenly he clamped his teeth on the bud hard and she thrashed in her bonds screaming as he chewed on her flesh.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any more he pulled away. Her swollen eyes hung down at nothing, but were distracted by the movement of his hands as they removed his clothes. His shirt dropped to the ground, his chest a mass of muscles. But when he dropped his pants she shook in fear, before her was the biggest cock she had seen. She was always tight and it hurt when Master took her, especially when he used larger toys on her, but never had she taken anything this big! She shook her head and begged with her whimpers. "Oh think you are gonna have your slick pussy fucked by this? Oh don't worry little one." He walked behind her, letting out the chain more so he could bend her in half.

His finger slid deep inside her, barely wet because of the fear holding back her passions. He roughly finger fucked her as she tried to pull away. Her clit trapped between hard fingers, pinching and pulling it, squeezing between sharp fingernails until it felt as if it would be severed. She screamed so loud, tears dripping into her mouth, but all she heard was his laughter as he enjoyed her symphony of pain. Then she felt something at her rear, soft but hard, and her screams stopped, not believing what it was! 

"NOOO please you have to stop!! Not there!! Please!" Her pleading just spurred him on.

"Oh your Master told me you have a virgin ass. He asked me to get it ready for him." Just then it sank in, she had been sent into this hell by her Master. She would not be saved from this rape, she had been sentenced to it by the one she trusted and loved. 

Her thoughts were cut off by the feeling of intense hot pain skewering her body as he dry fucked straight into her virgin rear! This time she screamed so hard her voice failed her and her throat became scratchy. He stopped, deep inside her, slowly pulling back, she breathed a sigh of relief at that at least, but with a laugh he started slamming over and over inside her, she felt the tender skin rip and tear as he fucked her. It started going a little easier, she felt something drip down onto her leg, and her screams stopped as her voice was cut off with the horror that she was being lubricated by her own blood.

She pulled at the cuffs hard trying in a panic to get out, feeling those too cutting into her slicing her tender skin. His hand pulled away from her waist and start a barrage of spanks against her round ass cheeks. Over and over the large hand fell, alternating sides and her sobs came in dry empty sounds, her throat raw from her screams. His hands turned to fists and he beat her rear, bringing them down as meaty clubs upon her rear. She felt like a punching bag there to receive his fury.

He pulled out of her and walked quickly to the front and grabbed her hair, pulling it down to his cock impaled it into her mouth. She gagged and coughed as the complete length. Her small mouth unable to take such girth she felt the corners split open and tasted the blood mixed with the salty taste from her ass. He fucked relentlessly, she could barely breath through the gagging. "Come on you little slut, suck harder!" He slapped her face hard, and his cock spilled out at the force. He growled in anger and she sat there and trembled. "You get it so easy here, you slut. Your Master needs to whore you out more often. Fine if your mouth isn't good enough-" He smacked her across the other cheek then walked behind her again.

No warning, just his huge cock slamming into her shaved pussy hard and fast. He had grabbed a tool from the wall, a dildo almost his own size and shoved it and used it to fuck her bleeding ass again. She felt dizzy, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she tried to remain conscious, barely hanging on. His free hand grabbed her rear and dug the nails deep into her skin. That pain pushed her over and just as he exploded deep inside her womb she passed out.

She woke up to her Master tending to her wounds the next morning. Her mouth was swollen from the slaps, her rear bruised beyond belief at the pounding fists. Every time she moved she felt pain. Her swollen eyes turned to look at him, tenderly applying ice and bandages, rubbing in salve, working on her gently. She thought of the man who raped her, yes she was sent to that monster by this man whom she loved, but she thought of all the times she had betrayed him, done whatever she wished without a care for him, and realized she had taken for granted that she had a loving Master and not a monster. She smiles at him slightly, he looked up and met her gaze and then went back to his work. She sighed and went to sleep. She would never betray him again.



A Lesson Learned



It had been a long day at work, far longer than usual. So much to do, and there were less than enough people to get it all done. Still, with a bit of extra effort, and by staying a little later than normal, it was all finally done. Sitting there, the low-pitched noise of the public bus a relaxing melody as the transmission lurched the machinated monster through its' gears. The dim lights gave the few people sitting nearby a tired, haggard look, yet still seemed to punctuate the public service announcements plastered over the seating areas. I was eager to be home, to strip out of the clothes I had been in for 12 hours, relax, and enjoy her company.

I had nothing special planned for the evening, just a bit of dinner, some wine, and a cozy evening in front of the fire. She had been such a good girl these last few weeks, and I was glad for another night without need to neither punish nor teach her a lesson. Just some quality time caressing her soft, smooth skin, enjoying its warmth and the way her body reacted to my light caresses. Lightly I sighed to myself, thinking ahead to how she would feel, what she might be wearing, the adorable way her demure blue eyes would flutter just a bit as she looked shyly down, sneaking glances up to meet my eyes.

**Her**

He was going to be pissed when he got home, but I didn't even care at this point. The day had royally sucked, and I felt I had every right to just screw off all damned day. I had done none of my usual chores, not the dishes, which still sat in the sink encrusted with last night's lasagna, not the vacuuming, nor the dusting. The laundry still lay piled in the corner, a slight sweaty odor wafting from it, and I hadn't even considered starting dinner. Hell, I hadn't even bothered changing out of the t-shirt I had worn to bed last night. Yep, he was going to go ballistic.

It had started shortly after he had left for work, the phone blaring through the lazy dream I was trying so hard to cling to. It was my mother, again, whining on and on about how my sister had gotten a promotion, was married with a house, nice car, and two "adorable" children. "Why aren't you working?" Her tone was both mocking and chastising at the same time, and I hated her for it. "Because I don't have too, and I don't bloody want to. I don't want kids yet, and just because you don't like how I live, doesn't mean I don't." I was quickly becoming agitated with her, she didn't ever seem to realize that I was 24 now, and living the life I had dreamed.

"Your father and I paid good money for you to go to college, and you waste it by not using your degree. Are you sure you're all right? Your not on drugs are you?" That worried, silly, condescending tone in her voice plucking my last nerve. "I never asked you to send me to that damned school in the first place. Yes I am fucking all right, and you know damned well I am clean, and have been for 6 years. I am happy and why the fuck can't you just be happy for me?" I had lost it, and was all but screaming into the phone now, manners be damned. Not paying attention to her sighs and protests, I slammed the phone down hard, and ignored her number for the next hour until she gave up, then erased her tearful messages on the voicemail.

**Him**

With a lurch, the bus stopped just down the block from my house, and slowly I rose and moved off of the conveyance, smiling softly to myself as I strolled home, whistling a simple tune. I didn't even notice at first that the porch light wasn't on, as it should have been, and slipped my key into the lock, turning it and the knob at the same time, to step into what should have been a lit foyer. The realization that something was not right slammed into my tired, cheerful mood like a ton of bricks, grating on my tired neck muscles as the little vein in my temple throbbed my edge of concern and displeasure.

She wasn't waiting in the foyer, so I hung my light jacket on the hook, and slipped off my shoes, wiggling my toes without though to stretch them out. Moving with purpose, I went straight to the living room, and stopped dead in my tracks. There she was, stretched out, still in her t-shirt from last night, two dirty plates in front of her. Looking around, I noted with growing anger that the shelves were still dusty, and the carpet lacked the tell tale lines from the Hoover in the closet. Sprawled on the couch, reading a book, I saw her eyes and head drop, looking down, avoiding my gaze. She didn't even speak, and I could almost see a slight tremble to her lips.

Without a word, I walked down the hall, pausing to look into the kitchen. Dishes still piled high in the sink, nothing on the stove cooking, and the oven off, I could feel my back and neck tighten quickly, and my heart rate start to climb. In a huff, I ascended the stairs, stalking like a raging bull into the bedroom, and glared around. The bed was unmade, and the laundry, which was supposed to be done today, was still piled in the corner, and I could smell the rank, musty smell rolling off of it. Yanking my clothes off and throwing them onto the pile, I slipped hurriedly into a pair of leather pants, and grabbed the flogger, slipping it onto the already attached loop at the waist. 

**Her**

My heart skipped several beats as I heart his key in the door, and I considered running to the foyer, dropping to my knees and begging forgiveness. I was too terrified though, and still in a bratty mood. I could feel his gaze on my back, boring into me with anger and disappointment, and I knew I was in for it. I dropped my head and my gaze from the book I was reading, waiting for it to start. Then he walked away, the sound of his socked feet padding down the hall, pausing, then heading upstairs.

"Shit!" I thought to myself, knowing he had seen the dishes, the lack of dinner, and then the bedroom. I knew what to expect, and what was coming, and dreaded it, while at the same time being excited at the idea. I felt a little charge of electricity shoot through my abdomen, and the first hint of warmth between my legs. It was going to be a long, wonderfully uncomfortable night.

Knowing full well that he must be changing, I sat up, setting the book aside, and resting my hands in my lap. My head lowered, and my eyes cast fearfully, yet hungrily down, I awaited his return, heart fluttering and lip trembling. I sat there for what seemed an eternity, hearing nothing, hoping with all my heart that he wouldn't take long. I knew though that he would take his time, making me wait, drawing out my fear and anticipation, making me tremble with it.

**Him**

Sitting on the bed, collecting my thoughts, I waited, patiently letting the initial rush of anger pass, so I wouldn't lose control. I knew she was waiting, most likely fidgeting to hold her pouting, submissive pose on the couch. Fighting the smile on my face, I thought through what to say, and what I was going to do to punish her, knowing that at this point, she was being bratty for the sake of it. 

I had a feeling it was coming, but was hoping that she would have held off till the weekend. She was never able to stay well behaved long; needing to let her inner child come out and earn her the punishment she craved and needed so badly. I knew her well at this point; we had been dating for three years, living together for the last two, since she had graduated college. 

It was really a great arrangement, both of us getting what we wanted and needed from the other. I supported us both, my job more than paying for all that we needed, and she kept the house up, and tended to my needs as a master, while I saw to hers as my slave. Most of the time things went smoothly, as we discussed everything, leaving no secrets, no unspoken desires nor feelings. Most of our play was in the form of scenes, both discussed and planned, or impromptu as the mood struck. Every so often though, she would act out, her nature and desire to be truly punished for something she did flooding through her, and I would have to treat her as the willful child she became, breaking down her walls and bringing her to the deserved tears she ached for.

Finally, I decided I waited long enough, and rose from the bed, smoothing out the legs of my pants, and slowly walked out of the room and down the stairs. I found her just as I knew I would, seated on the couch, hands folded on her lap playing with the hem of her shirt, with her head down, striking red hair cascading down to frame her porcelain skinned face. Her toes were absently curling and uncurling, showing her inability to sit long without fidgeting, but I had to commend her, she was doing quite well.

**Her**

With a start, I realized he was standing in the doorway, and most likely had been for a few moments. I had been lost in reflection of my day, of past punishment sessions, and fantasies of what was to come. Fighting the urge to look up, to see his face and eyes, I spoke softly, almost pleadingly, knowing it would have no effect, "I'm sorry." 

He said nothing in response, just standing there a moment longer, then moved to the couch, sitting slowly next to me, on my left. I felt the brush of leather against my leg, as his own leg came into contact with mine, and a spark of desire coursed through me, moistening my most secret places. Oh god I wanted him, wanted this, but the wait was killing me. How long would he draw it out this time before beginning?

**Him**

Waiting a moment, letting her realize I was there, I moved and sat next to her, on her left, letting my leather clad leg brush hers, seeing her tense, trying not to jump. Watching her a moment more, satisfied she wouldn't break position, and that she was all right, that some tragedy had not come to her attention to be the cause of her laziness, I reached up with my right hand and brushed her hair back behind her ear.

"Why aren't your chores done young lady?" My tone was commanding, even paced and deliberate, like a father chastising a young child. "I got in an argument with my mom this morning, and was angry all day. I'm sorry, sir." Her faltering, soft voice almost broke me, as it so often came close to doing, but I knew this game well, and would not relent. "That is no excuse. And you should not be arguing with your mother, she is, after all, still your mother. What do you think should be done about this?" Starting off in the same voice as before, but moving to a caring, sensitive tone with the last question, as I knew it would melt through her tough exterior, taking her to that little girl place in her mind she longed to be.

With a slight catch in her voice, she replied, in an even more little girl tone, which told me my ministrations were working. "I should be punished, and made to do the chores tonight." She almost sounded like she was going to cry, but I knew better, that it would take a lot more to coax the tears from her eyes and the balling from her lungs. "Yes, you should be punished, and I am going to punish you, and I hope that this time you learn your lesson. Now, over my lap." My voice went from calm, soft and soothing, to stern and commanding with the last line, making it an unquestionable command to action, then slid out to the edge of the couch so that she could drape herself over my lap.

**Her**

He was doing it again, and he did it so well damn him. I felt like I was eight again, a recalcitrant child about to be punished for staying out too late or hitting my sister. As much as I hated him for it, I loved it that much more, needing this, aching in all the dark, inner places of my mind and body to be transported back to my childhood, and be punished till I wailed away all the guilt, my backside at the least bearing the sting and ache of my transgression. 

At his command, I slid off the couch, and pulled myself slowly, with much trepidation over his lap, drinking in the smooth, well cared for leather of his pants against my stomach, the heavy feeling of my weight pressing my belly into his lap, the tingling in my bottom in expectation. As he adjusted me over his lap, I could feel the obvious bulge in his crotch, pressing into my side, and smiled a bit to myself, a very naughty feeling smile, as little girls shouldn't think or know about such things.

I felt the cool air on my backside as he slowly lifted the hem of my shirt up, exposing my bare globes to him, and sighed ever so slightly, trailing off into a whimper, one of both trepidation and desire. I heard the sharp rush of air as he breathed in quickly, once again entranced with the sight of my milky white, well-formed ass, and almost giggled, hoping he took the shake in my body as a part of the frightful anticipation I was meant to be feeling.

Without pre-amble nor warning, his broad palm snaked down to land on my right cheek with a stinging slap, echoing through the room. The sudden surprise of it made me jump, and gasp, though it didn't really hurt. His hand lingered there a moment, seeming to almost want to rub and caress, but then withdrew, only to crash back down on the other side, another resounding crack as flesh met flesh yet again. With a shiver I closed my eyes, feeling like the little girl, almost ready to cry, but knowing it would be a while before the tears came.

**Him**

Her body pressing into my erection was nearly maddening, as was the sight of her beautiful ass, white as driven snow and smooth as glass, though now with matching hand prints on each cheek. Focusing myself with some great effort, I raised my hand and delivered another spank, fully enjoying the way her flesh gave in and rippled out, her body springing taught, her breath rushing in or out, depending on where in her breathing I caught her. My heart was pounding, my cock throbbing into her side, and my breathing already deep and heavy. 

Deciding that warm up time was over, I quickly started into a steady rhythm of spanks, raining them down all over her amazing derriere, watching it blush to pink, then slowly to a deeper color, coming ever closer to red. I could hear her breathing becoming labored; feel her body wanting to struggle and protest. Small gasps and near grunts escaped her lips, betraying her effort to take her punishment stoically. I found my desire raising higher and higher, the sight of her beneath me, draped over my lap, taking what I gave her turning me on incredibly. 

**Her**

My ass was heating up quickly, I had forgotten how good he was with his hand, and the heat was spreading swiftly, puffing my smooth labia, and moistening my insides. I felt so dirty, and so turned on, it was incredible, and I wondered why I had waited this long to earn another trip over his lap. 

Soon I found myself occasionally grunting aloud, or even protesting the pain with an "Oooh" or and "Oww", and felt tears welling in my eyes. My legs started kicking slightly, grinding my crotch into his lap, even as I felt his throbbing erection press harder into my side, driving me wild. Behind and above me, I could hear his labored breathing, and his occasional grunt, and once an "Mmmmm". His excitement multiplied mine, and I started to feel like I was on fire.

I knew it was coming, that even as good as he was with that hand, I needed more than that to take me over, and dreaded it, even as I longed desperately for it. He stopped, rubbing my ass with his hand; sending sparks through me, making me push back into him. Then his hand was removed, leaving me writhing on his lap, hungry for more, yet terrified of that first contact, as I always was until it was past.

**Him**

Smiling, a broad grin splitting my focused face, I raised the flogger from my side and trailed the tails lightly over her enflamed ass, pressing myself into her as she moaned and twisted on my lap. Raising the implement, letting the strips of leather slide off of her skin, I flipped my wrist over quickly, snapping the tails down across the whole of her ass, bringing a delightful squeal of pain from her mouth, as her legs kicked out straight, her muscles rigid. 

Waiting for her to relax again, trembling from the sensation and anticipation I began flicking the heavy buffalo hide toy repeatedly over her cheeks, marveling once again at the lovely fan-like pattern of red welts it quickly caused to rise on her flesh. Her legs were kicking wildly, and her cries of pained delight filled the room quickly, as the scent of her arousal rushed into my nose, forcing a moan from me. 

I began slowly moving my aim lower, concentrating on the under-curve of her delightful ass, bringing a new level to her yelps and cries, the edges of the flogger beginning to strike her naked thighs, her legs flailing up and down, and open to closed. My heart-rate was through the roof, my breaths coming in long, effortful gasps, and my cock felt as though it would explode it was so hard, and the added pressure of her squirming against it was driving me insane, but I pushed on, driving the punishment home faster and harder on her willing flesh, moving to her thighs, eating the screams up as the tips wrapped around the inside of her thigh the first time.

**Her**

"OH GOD!" I screamed aloud as the tips of the flogger tails bit into the soft, sensitive flesh of my inner thigh, just below my dripping lips. Tears were streaming down my face, and I knew I was close to balling, desperate to reach that point, knowing I needed it, and that he would take me there, and bring me back. My left side was aching, his engorged cock driving into it, and would probably leave a bruise, but that only served to stoke my desire more. 

The spiteful, stinging hide bit into my flesh over and over, and I knew I would not be sitting comfortably tomorrow, but it was beyond wonderful. I was close, so close to breaking down, if not cumming outright from it all, and I knew his desire was at least as much as mine, I could hear his ragged breathing, his grunts, and feel his eyes mentally eating me as he whipped me over and over. I could feel the sobs building in me as my throat tightened, my breath became harder to force in and out, and my screams echoed louder and louder, nearly deafening me.

Right before I broke down, he switched back to striking my distended ass, sending fire screaming through me, a pain like nothing else I have felt, and something inside me snapped. From somewhere deep in my belly came a sob, then another, and soon I was wailing and sobbing like a little girl, tears flooding my face while he kept whipping me. I became lost in the feeling, and the desire was burning there, just as strong, but on the back burner for the moment, as the release of the tears swept through me, cleansing me of all my guilt and stress.

**Him**

As the sobs she so needed took her, driving the pent up emotions, guilt and rage from her, I continued to administer the flogger for a bit, but stopped before her sobs did, setting the toy down and gently rubbing her swollen, fire-hot ass. I wanted to move her off of me, to take my pants down and fuck her right then, my need and desire so strong, it was hard to hold myself back. But this was what she needed first, her cleansing cry, her emotional release. 

As she slowly came down from crying herself out, she began squirming on me, driving me over the edge of desire, and I pulled her up, kissing her hard, driving my tongue into her, and grabbing her hair roughly. I felt her hands at the buttons to my pants, and leaned back to allow her to get them open, and I pulled her head back, biting down hard on her neck, hearing her moan loudly, while I sucked on her neck.

Standing, I pivoted her, bending her over the couch, past waiting, still planning this as part of her punishment, and dropped my pants to my ankles, and slapped her hot ass again, relishing her cry at the impact. Roughly I moved behind her, grabbed her hips and thrust into her, moaning as I slid easily into her amazingly wet, ready hole, hearing her gasp out at the sudden force of it. Reaching up with one hand, I grabbed hold of her hair, and pulled it back sharply, while I started pounding into her, fucking her hard and strong, needing this as much as she wanted it, my passion too enflamed from spanking her to wait for pleasantries. 




A Lesson Learned



June jumped in her car, excited about the evening ahead. It had been three days since she'd been with Mark, and given her libido, that was three days too long. It was a short drive to his place, and when she got there, she hurried to the door.

He opened the door and immediately gave her a hug. She melted into his arms and then leaned up for a kiss. They kissed for several seconds, until it got pretty intense, and then he took her hand and lead her to the couch. "I want to talk to you," he said. She thought that was unusual, as she was usually the one who wanted to "talk." Mark was content to just let things roll.

"I want to talk about how irrational you've been lately. You've been completely unreasonable with me several times, and I want to be patient, baby, but I don't see that it's getting any better," he started.

"I know, honey, and I'm sorry, " June said. "I am trying, but it's like I can't control my own behavior."

Mark responded, "Aw, sweetie, I know you're trying. But I also know that it needs to stop, and I have an idea." By this time, June noticed a smile forming around his eyes. She dropped her voice to a more seductive tone.

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"I think you need a spanking. A real spanking, not like the times I slap your ass during sex." Mark's eyes still smirked, but his tone was completely serious, and June felt a little stirring between her thighs.

"A...real...spanking? What do you mean?"

"Well, I believe you mentioned before that your safeword used to be "pinwheel," correct?" June nodded, and Mark continued. "Well, I think I need to spank you--hard--until I think you've learned your lesson. What do you think?"

"It might work. What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to take that bag of spanking implements you have and set it next to you on the bed. You should be naked and face down, with a pillow under your hips so that your ass is in the air. I'll be in there in five minutes." June headed to her room to do as he said.

As she took off her clothes, June felt herself becoming wet. She'd always wanted to be spanked, but had never found a lover willing to give her what she wanted. On the other hand, though, this was to be an actual punishment, and she'd also always had a low tolerance for pain. Oh, well, she had the safeword if she really needed it. She finished undressing, grabbed the bag, and shoved a couple of pillows under her hips. As she was getting settled, she heard the door open.

"Hey, baby, " said Mark as he entered the room. "You ready?"

"I don't know, " she replied. "How bad is it going to be? How many strokes? What will you use?"

"I haven't decided. I think I'll warm you up with my hand and then see what else looks like fun. I've decided it will be a turn-on to watch you squirm and kick. You can say 'No' and tell me to stop, but I'll ignore it unless I hear the safeword. Sound good?"

June giggled nervously. "Sort of, but I'm kind of scared, too."

Mark reached between her thighs and slid his fingers between her pussy lips. "You're pretty wet to be all that scared. See?" He held the fingers in front of her face and she licked off her own juices. When his hands were free, Mark took off his belt, snapped it once for effect, and set it on the bed next to her. "Just in case I decide I need it," he said.

At the sound of the leather snapping, June began to get more nervous than horny. She'd been whipped with a belt once before, and only two strokes had sent her into sobs. "You know what? Maybe this isn't the best idea. Why don't I just give you a really great blow job? You can fuck my mouth, pull my hair, come in my face--anything you want. Please?"

Mark laughed. "I don't think so. I think you need to learn not to be so bitchy with me. Besides, you'll still give me the best blow job ever, and all those other things, after I'm finished. Now turn back over and let's get started."

June turned back onto her stomach and tried to get as comfortable as she could, knowing what was about to happen. Immediately, before she'd finished shifting her weight on the pillows, she felt a sharp slap on the back of her left thigh. "Spread your legs." She did.

"I know you know why we're doing this, but I just want to reiterate. I'm tired of you being so unreasonable. I really like you a lot, and I'm trying very hard to make you happy, but sometimes it seems like I can't win no matter what I do. Maybe this will stick in your memory the next time you're about to get mad at me for something stupid." And with that, he started smacking her ass.

He didn't start out slow, like they do in the stories June liked to read. He slapped her ass and her upper and inner thighs with such a vengeance that June began wincing and sharply drawing in breath after only four or five strokes.

Mark spanked her for a long time, seemingly oblivious to her kicking and squirming. After one or two minutes of hard spanking, June began to cry. Mark didn't appear to notice that, either. He did, however, dip his fingers into her pussy every so often, mingling pleasure with her pain. June was amazed at her reaction: she could feel herself becoming even wetter.

Finally, after about five minutes, he stopped and began rubbing her ass. "That feels good," said June, shakily. "I really have learned my lesson. Maybe just slapping my ass during sex is enough for me." Mark shook his head.

"The point of this is not to get you off, honey," although she could tell by the look in his eyes and the moisture in her pussy that her pleasure had more than a little to do with it. "The point is to give you something to remember the next time you start to be a bitch for no reason."

June glanced at his crotch. His massive cock was straining at his jeans. "Yeah," she said, "and I can tell it's doing nothing for you, either."

He smirked. "I'm not the one who's such a bitch. Now pick a toy, and we'll see if you choose the same one I did."

"I choose one of the throw pillows from the sofa."

"Ha ha. Nice try, honey."

"Come on, baby, you know it was funny."

"Of course it was. You always make me laugh. Now pick something from the bag." Mark's words were firm, but he chuckled as he spoke.

"Fine, I pick the kitten paddle." June was referring to part of a paddleball set from which she had removed the string, ball, and staple. The paddle itself was painted to look like a kitten.

"I guess we're not psychic. I picked the spatula, " he said.

"God, no! I hate the spatula! It stings SO BAD. I can't take the spatula. Please just let me take your cock in my mouth, baby. I promise it will feel soooo good, and I've learned about the bitchiness. I'll remember this, I swear!"

Mark laughed. "You'll remember it better after this. Turn back over, and spread your legs as wide as you can." June complied, already whimpering.

The first place the spatula hit was the tender spot where her ass met her thighs. June immediately cried out. "Shit!"

"I've been asking you for five months now to be more reasonable with me, " Mark said as he covered her ass and thighs with stinging marks. "If you'd just think before you blow up at me, you could be feeling my mouth on your pussy instead."

By this time, June was sobbing loudly. Oddly, though, she also felt incredibly turned on--especially at the thought of him going down on her. Nothing any lover had ever done to her had made her come as hard as Mark did when he gave her head. She asked, "So you won't now? Is that part of my punishment too? I get spanked--way too much, I might add--and I don't even get my pussy eaten?"

At that, Mark laughed hard. "If you're really good, I'll see what I can do." He never stopped slapping her with the spatula the entire time they talked. Finally, when she thought he'd never stop, he did.

"Are we finished? Is that all? Because I swear I will be nothing but nice to you for the rest of my life!"

He chuckled. "Not quite. Turn over on your back and spread your legs"

"But my ass is too sore to be on my back! It hurts!"

"Sucks to be you, hun. Turn over." June complied, muttering under her breath the whole time about what an ass he was being. Mark just smiled.

"I also want you to cup your breasts in both hands and hold them straight out. I want to get them, too."

It suddenly registered with June what he was doing. He was going to spank her breasts and thighs, too! "Not my boobs and thighs, honey. I've suffered enough."

"Maybe so, but this is fun for me. I wish I'd done it a long time ago. But don't worry: I'm also going to spank your pussy. See how much I'm enjoying this?" He unzipped his jeans and his huge erection sprang out. "You'll have that in your mouth in just a little while.

"Goody goody," June said sullenly.

"Whatever, bitch. You're so wet it's running down your thighs.You're so getting off on this." June knew this was true but didn't want to give him the satisfaction of admitting it, so she said nothing.

Mark began slapping her with the spatula. He didn't slap nearly as hard as he did on her backside, but it left a definite sting. It also made June so horny she could barely keep still. When he slapped her pussy, she moaned with pleasure.

"You like that?" He slapped her a few more times and then threw down the spatula. "I think you've been punished enough. You'll stop being such an unreasonable bitch now, right?"

'God, yes, baby," June moaned, still writhing from the inexplicable feelings of pleasure that had been a result of having her pussy slapped.

"Well, I think you were pretty great--and I think you deserve a treat. Spread your legs again. I have something for you."

June spread her legs, and Mark lowered his head. He kissed all over her inner thighs, making her beg loudly for him.

"What do you want, baby? Tell me," he breathed against her pussy.

June cried out, "I want your tongue on my clit."

Mark spread her pussy lips and began flicking his tongue against her swollen clit. He kept going, never changing tempo despite her bucking hips and hands grasping his hair. He kept going while she screamed his name and grabbed his ears and pulled his head against her while she rode the waves. He stopped only when she shoved his head away and pushed her legs together. She was still shuddering from the orgasms; she couldn't even count how many she'd had.

She reached for him and he held her close, chuckling, as he was prone to do when he was especially proud of himself. When she could catch her breath she said, "Goddamn, baby, you're so amazing. When I calm down I want to feel your cock in my mouth. You can do anything you want to me."

He laughed. "I will. But hurry up." She laughed and shoved his chest.

"Listen, bitch..." he started. That made her laugh harder. She sat up and looked down at him.

"Be a little nicer to me," she said, "Or you get no blow job."

"Yes, ma'am, sweetheart. Anything you want."

"That's what I *thought*," she said, right before she began kissing his chest. Slowly, slowly, she worked her way down to his stomach, his hips, and the skin all around his cock. She kissed his inner thighs. She lingered until he grabbed his dick and slapped her in the face with it.

"I want to feel myself in your mouth." June was happy to oblige. She took him as far into her mouth as she could, making sure to get his whole cock wet. A string of spit was left between him and her mouth when she pulled back. She then focused on the head, running her tongue all around it, licking up and down the shaft, feeling saliva dripping everywhere. She used her hands to grip the shaft, to fondle his balls, to finger his perineum. Mark was gasping and thrusting his hips, and June knew he was close.

"Baby, I want to come on your face and tits." She closed her eyes, cupped her breasts, and offered them out to him. He sprayed her everywhere: her face, her chest, her hair, her stomach. She licked up as much of him as she could, and then rested for a moment. After finding a towel and wiping herself off, she settled into her arms.

"Baby, that was spectacular. Seriously."

"I know."

"Now who's cocky?" They both laughed.

"You want to take a shower? I'd love to get a good look at that red ass of yours."

"Sounds good to me. But no hot water! I can't take it!"

In the shower they kissed and fondled and soaped each other up, and soon June noticed Mark's cock getting hard again. She knelt down to take him in her mouth, but he stopped her. "I want to be in your pussy. Bend over and hold on to the sink."

June stepped out of the shower and bent over the sink, keeping her legs pressed together so that her pussy would be nice and tight for him. He stood behind her, entered her, and pumped hard and fast until they both came.

As he pulled away, June playfully slapped him on the shoulder. "Now I have to get back in the shower, pest!"

"Yeah, I could tell how upset you were. Let's get cleaned up and go to sleep."



A Lesson Learned



Sari crept around the corner, her feet making no sound on the concrete. She peeked up over the windowsill into his bedroom and gasped audibly at what she saw there. Ben, the love of her life lay on his back; eyes closed in ecstasy as a longhaired blonde performed a slow grind on his lap. She wanted to scream at them. She wanted to turn and run. But instead she sat and watched in horrified fascination as this girl did things with him that she never even dreamed of doing. She saw the expression on his face change with each stroke from the girl's hips. Saw her spine arch with pleasure as Ben slipped a finger between them. Sari couldn't hear the words he was saying but could see his lips moving as her hip adulations quickened. When at last his eyes open, Sari gasped again. There in his eyes was an expression that she, who thought she knew everything about him, had never seen. The pure and naked lust there was obvious, even to her inexperienced eyes.

As the couple on the bed prepared to climax, Sari slipped away, unable to watch any longer.

She ran to her car, no longer caring who heard her. She sat behind the steering wheel, trying to sort out a mix of confused emotions. Tears stung her eyes and anger made her grip the steering wheel with white knuckles but it was the other feeling that had her mixed up. The dull throbbing between her legs perplexed her. It's not that she didn't know what it was from; she'd most certainly found herself turned on whenever she and Ben were making love. But this was different. Why would seeing the man that she loved fucking another woman have such an effect on her? 

Trying to banish the erotic images in her head, she started the car and drove to the nearby bar where her best friend, Cat, was sure to be. She shifted in her seat, trying to get rid of the ache but the tightness of her jeans rubbing against her clit just intensified the feeling.

After a quick face check in the rearview mirror, she went into the bar and looked around for Cat's curly head. She surveying the room a few times, she finally spotted her friend tucked off in a corner with a guy Sari had never seen before. They were involved in some rather serious face sucking. She stood next to the table and cleared her throat loudly but it was drowned out in the noise from the band playing on the stage. 

"Um Cat? Can I talk to you a minute please?" she said, an apology in her voice.

Cat pulled her mouth away from the stranger's and looked up at Sari in surprise.

"Hey kiddo...what's up? Have you been crying?" she asked after getting a better look at Sari's face.

Scooting off of her companion's lap, she got up and looked at her in concern. 

"Hey Stan. Why don't you go get us all a beer?" 

"It's Ken."

"Yeah, yeah...whatever. Two Coors Light ok?" and with a shrug at Sari, "What can I say? He's cute. So tell me what's going on?"

They sat down and Sari poured out the whole story, being sure to omit her reaction to it. She watched Cat's eyes for her reaction but didn't see what she thought she'd find. This obviously didn't surprise her.

"Sari. You know I love you don't you?" After getting a nod of agreement continued on. "I've told you before. A man needs more in bed than a woman to lie beneath him. He needs a participant. I'm not surprised that Ben went looking for more. He loves you. I have no doubt about that but he's not getting what he needs from you." 

Seeing Sari's face stiffen for a rebuttal, Cat held her hand up to stop her.

"I'm on your side sweetie. He's an asshole for cheating on you. But if you aren't giving it to him, don't you think he's going to go where he can find it?"

Sari's shoulders sagged in defeat. Cat reached out and grabbed her hand. 

"Come with me girl. We are going to fix you up." 

Sari allowed herself to be dragged across the crowded, noisy room to a more private area in the back. She looked around the room and almost laughed at the cheesiness of the décor. Beaded curtains covered the walls, purple shag carpet on the floors, and red tinted lighting. She went and sat down on the plush leather couch.

"I'll be right back okay?" Cat said as she closed the door behind her.

She leaned her head back and listened to the muffled music from the bar. Instantly images of Ben and the mystery slut sprang to mind. This time she didn't try to push them away. She let them wash over her. The throbbing came back full force. Her nipples tightened and tingled. Without really thinking about what she was doing, her hand drifted and idly began to pluck at them through her thin tee shirt. The moan that issued from her throat snapped her back to the present. 

The door opened and Cat walked back in with a bottle of tequila and a couple of shot glasses. Sitting down beside her friend, she poured them both a shot. Sari wasted no time in downing hers and asking for another. The effect was instantaneous. A warmth that seemed to start in the pit of her stomach spread throughout her body, relaxing her. The door opened again and in walked a man Sari had seen around the bar before but whom she had never met.

"Come on in Jon. Jon, Sari. Sari, Jon. Jon's a good friend of mine." she explained.

He took the seat next to her and stuck out a hand. She took it in hers and gave it a weak shake. 

"Nice to meet you Jon."

She turned a questioning look at Cat who grinned devilishly. 

"You want to keep Ben?"

"Of course I do." She said, accepting a third shot of tequila.

"Well then darlin' you are just going to have to trust me okay?" 

At the feeling of Jon's strong fingers massaging her neck, she jumped.

"One more shot I see." Cat said as she refilled Sari's glass. "Me and Jon here are going to teach you to loosen up. I just thought the tequila might help this first time."

She downed a shot for herself and set the bottle aside. Taking Sari's face between her hands she begin to slowly lower her head for a kiss. Sari tried pulling her head away but Cat looked deep into her eyes and said, "Trust me kiddo."

She allowed Cat to touch her lips to her own. She was surprised at the electricity she felt coming from her friend's kiss. It was no more than a brush of skin but the effect was white hot. Jon's hands continued to massage her neck, encouraging her to loosen up. One of his hands slipped around to her chest and cupped on of her plump breasts in his hand. His thumb found her taunt nipple and slowly circled it as Cat's tongue begin to gently pry her lips apart. 

Sari felt dazed in a haze of alcohol and desire. She allowed her friend to dip her tongue into her mouth and again was surprised by the force of the feeling of it. She brushed her tongue along Cat's lips ever so lightly and felt a jolt when a deep moan emitted from her throat. Both of her breasts were now being cradled in Jon's hands. She found herself anxious to feel him touching her bare skin and pressed hard against his hands to show him what she wanted. Cat's long fingernails were scraping their way up and down her jean-clad thighs. Sari's legs fell open in wanton invitation. Jon pulled her onto his lap so that she could feel the evidence of his desire pressed against her ass. He pulled her away from her kiss and claimed her lips for his own. The taste of whiskey and cigarettes played on her tongue. He quickly rid her of the tee shirt and bra until she was topless and trembling with need in front of them both. Cat's head dipped down and took one of her nipples into her mouth. She suckled at it hungrily while he twisted and pinched the other one. Sari's head fell back onto his shoulder, exposing her neck to his bite. His teeth were gentle on her at first but as her moans increased in volume, he bit down harder and harder. She thought for sure he would draw blood soon but kept pushing her neck persistently into his mouth. She didn't recognize the sounds of passion coming from herself. Never before had she felt so on fire.

Her hands reached out blindly in front of her and found the soft flesh of Cat's chest. She was rewarded with a gasp as her fingers grazed the hard nipples poking out through the fabric of her shirt. Cat quickly joined her in being topless. She kneeled on the couch in front of Sari and guided a nipple into her waiting mouth. Cat's fingernails dug sharply into her scalp as she moaned her name. Sari felt a warm, wetness between her legs that just begged to be touched. She ground her hips down on Jon's hard cock and wished that he were buried deep inside her. Feeling more bravery than she ever had before in any sexual situation, she disentangled herself and stood before them. They watched her as she kicked the shoes from her feet and unbuttoned her jeans. She slowly lowered the zipper and worked her fingers down into her sopping panties. The first contact with her sensitive clit caused her to suck in sharply and tense up. 

Both Cat and Jon watched her intently as she began to work her fingers in and out of herself. As turned on as she was, Sari could have easily pushed herself into a mind-blowing orgasm while they watched. Instead she stopped herself just short of one and pushed the jeans over her hips and onto the floor. She stood in front of them more naked and exposed than anyone else had ever seen her. 

Bringing her wet, musty fingers to Jon's mouth, she traced his lips with her juices. He licked at them and groaned with the desire to taste her more intimately. She helped him to undress as Cat rid herself of her pants. Sari reclined on the couch and pulled Jon over to her. His hard cock was there, level with her mouth. She studied it for a moment. The tip glistened with precum. She'd never had a cock in her mouth before and felt a moment of apprehension before leaning over and licking it off. His moan was enough to keep her going. She opened her mouth, relaxed her jaw and allowed him to slip himself into her. Her legs had fallen open, revealing her juicy pussy to the world. Cat lay down between them and began to lightly lick the dewiness away. Sari's lips closed over his hardness and began to suck at him with clumsy, unsure suction. He wound his fingers in her hair and gently guided her head up and down his cock, showing her how he liked to be sucked. 

Cat pulled her clit into her mouth with a sudden movement. The unexpectedness of this caused her to suck Jon deep into her throat. He gasped so loudly that Sari was sure she'd done something wrong. The loud passion-filled groan that followed put her fears to rest. Her legs folded around Cat's shoulders and she pressed her pussy up and up...looking for sweet release. Cat was happy to comply. She pulled the tiny nubbin between her teeth and flicked her tongue against it. Sari's head fell back in ecstasy and Jon's cock slipped from her mouth. Seeing the closeness of her orgasm, he bent down beside her and began to work her nipples over roughly with his mouth and fingers. Her body bucked on the couch as she came harder than she ever imagined possible. She screamed out with the strength of it. 

Her body collapsed onto the couch. She felt spent. Cat kissed her overly sensitive clit and flicked it once playfully with her tongue. She was rewarded with another gasp. Cat stood up and pressed her body to Jon's. His fingers dug into her ass cheeks as he pulled her tight against him and kissed her deeply. Sari watched with fascination as he worked a finger between her cheeks and flicked at the little bud of sensitive skin hiding there. He worked the finger inside her causing her to buck against him. He laughed throatily and withdrew it. 

Cat whispered something in his ear and after another long kiss; he crossed back over to Sari. His cock was straining for release. It looked huge to her and when he positioned himself between her thighs, she wondered if it would fit. He grabbed her legs and pulled her down completely on the couch. Then in one swift motion he was inside of her. The momentary pain his entry caused was quickly replaced by a feeling of completely filled. She felt herself grow wet again as he worked himself in and out of her. 

Sari was so preoccupied with the cock fucking her that she didn't notice Cat's approach. Without notice or warning, Cat was straddling her face. Sari again found herself stupefied. Her arms were pinned to her sides by Cat's thighs so she had no choice but to employ her tongue. When she didn't begin to pleasure her right away, Cat pressed herself closer to Sari's mouth. Tentatively, she flicked her tongue across the glistening lips in front of her. Cat moaned loudly. Jon temporarily forgotten, Sari gave herself over to giving enjoyment to her friend. She licked at the cunt in front of her as eagerly as a kitten with a saucer of milk. Cat's hips begin to move against above her in rhythm with Jon's cock inside of her. Remembering how great the attention Cat paid to clit earlier felt, Sari focused her attention there. She mimicked Cat's actions and felt her rear up with her climax. Jon slid his cock in and out of her faster and faster. His fingers dug into her thighs as he fucked her harder. Cat slipped off of her and kneeled down beside them. She worked her fingers between them, determined to give Sari another orgasm. 

Jon was past the point of noticing. His eyes were closed and his head was thrown back. The sounds coming from him were guttural. 

At Cat's touch, Sari hips rose up, taking even more of Jon into her. She ground her hips against Cat's fingers and his cock...letting them push her closer and closer to falling over the edge. She felt a numbness work it way through her body. Her spine ached upward and for a brief moment she could see the blonde from earlier. This was enough to do it. She screamed out as the climax racked through her. Jon's voice mixed with her own as he came. He collapsed on her in exhaustion. 

Cat crawled up and looked her in the eye. Grinning, she gave her a smacking peck on the mouth. 

"See I knew you had it in you."



A Lesson Learned



It is one of the unalterable facts of life that women are mysterious. There is no point in trying to rationalise, trying to account for or predict every facet of their behaviour because whatever you think you know is liable to flip over on you revealing a truth you never guessed at. Let me put it another way: You know in those naff horror films where someone looks at their reflection in a mirror? Then they put their hand out to touch the mirror and it turns out to be a pool of water? Quite often there's something unexpected behind it. Well, now you're getting it.

Years ago now when I was a student in my fourth and final year at one of the better-known Scottish universities I was once taught a savage lesson in humility. At the top of my game (or so I thought) in both my academic and physical prowess I believed I was cock of the walk. Imagine my pleasure, then when on one particularly lengthy booze and narcotic soaked night flitting between various house parties in the city I spent several hours in rapt conversation with a beautiful and alluring girl. 

Jenny was a second year architecture student from the south of England. From a straight A background she was in possession of improbable wit, intelligence and good looks. When I blinked back into consciousness late the following afternoon with her number scrawled on the paper insert of a cigarette packet I wondered whether the person I had experienced the previous night had perhaps simply been a figment of the chemicals which had made their way through my body.

Wretchedly dialling her number later in the following week almost convinced of failure I could hardly believe my luck to be greeted by the same personable girl who I had met at the party. We talked on various subjects for a good hour before agreeing on a pub-date that Saturday. I could hardly believe my luck.

Come Saturday evening I found myself sitting in my favourite local, nursing a pint and talking with to two of my acquaintances that had wandered in. Drinks with Steve and Jeff were hardly what I had in mind but half an hour had already passed since Jenny and I were supposed to meet and here I was killing time with two hairy-arsed metal heads.

Another full half hour passed and I had abandoned all hope when suddenly, as if by magic, there was Jenny. She appeared at our booth in the now packed and smoky bar wearing a pair of slender white jeans and an elegant, matching white shirt. She looked amazing. The three of us stared slack jawed at her before my brain kicked back into gear and blurted out a hurried series of introductions.

"Right, I'll get the drinks then." Beamed Jenny and turned, casually flicking her hair and cruised off towards the bar leaving us in a heavenly scent cloud of perfume and expensive shampoo.

"Well, well S! I guess you'll be looking to hang onto this one then?" Smirked my friend Jeff. Steve, my other friend just grinned like a schoolboy.

"Well, its early days." I cautioned. Of course I was pleased that she had shown. But a nagging feeling inside me was telling me that the stress I had felt believing I was being stood up was a portent of things to come.

Over the coming weeks I saw a Jenny with some regularity. We spent the night together a couple of times every other weekend, although midweek meetings were rare. The University campus was sprawling and vast, making chance meetings extremely unlikely. Even when they did occur one or both of us were usually on route to someone or something that wouldn't wait. We shared some pleasant but intermittently awkward dinner dates, sports and shopping as well as a sex life that while satisfying was a little restrained, mannered even. I was haunted by the strange sensation that she was waiting for me to catch up. Perhaps waiting for me to press some buttons that, to my gradual deflation, I couldn't find. In conversation Jenny was often quiet, considered and reflective. Although her intelligence and manners were beyond reproach the fun, humorous girl who I met that first night only appeared occasionally.

Nonetheless the relationship stumbled on at varying degrees of intensity for almost six months in a fashion that if not blind, was certainly partially sighted. Somehow Jenny still seemed like a stranger to me, a fact that I tried, perhaps a little too hard to remedy. After we spent weekends together, come Monday morning she would rise promptly, kiss me goodbye and disappear out into the bustling streets. I gradually grew to hate lying there with the sun shining through the thin curtains, waiting for the alarm clock to go off, wondering how I could get closer to someone I was desperate to know. Any attempts to secure a definite next meeting with Jenny were often met with vague or evasive answers. Of course I was still madly attracted to her. After all she was not far off the dictionary definition of sexiness for me, her cascade of strawberry blonde hair framing a beautiful heart-shaped face with clear, alabaster skin. Her toned athletic body was both hard enough to look good but soft enough to retain its femininity. She had a beautiful pert, round arse conditioned, no doubt, by her above average abilities on the tennis court and a childhood in which horse riding purportedly featured prominently. She also had a fondness for push up bras, a belly ring and a tiny black heart tattooed on the inside of her thigh. Yep, I think its fair to say that she looked just about good enough to eat. I desperately wanted to love her as much as the way I loved the idea of her. Sadly, it simply wasn't the case. And so in the face of our decidedly lukewarm chemistry and with heavy heart I decided to end things with her.

That Wednesday I miraculously managed to pin her down to meeting me for lunch at the bar where I worked part-time in town. Bizarrely she was far more affectionate and animated than I had seen her for some weeks. You could have knocked me over with a feather when she suggested we fly down to her Father's house on the Devonshire coast for a romantic weekend. The thought of having her virtually all to myself for a couple of days amongst the beauty of the south coast was just the tonic I needed to make me shelve my plans for dumping her. Sitting there gazing at this woman with her beautifully curved legs primly crossed, an inch of cleavage peeking out from her white lycra sports top and her mesmerizing, mysterious smile I thought to myself: 'How would you ever be able to explain to your mates that you dumped her? How are you going to feel when they all start queuing up to try their luck?'

And so I decided to soldier on. After all things weren't that stale were they? Besides didn't I feel great cruising my local haunts with such a fine looking girl on my arm? Pride comes before a fall. They say that don't they? Sadly I've always found crash helmets rather restrictive.

Is it just me or is there something sexy about airports? Don't judge me. Okay, they're dirty, heavily air-conditioned, rammed with people often in various states of tiredness and/or frustration. But there's something else there too. People heading off to places, smartly dressed to make a good impression at a meeting somewhere, showing a bit of leg to get in the right mood for partying or lying on a beach somewhere else, expectation and excitement in equal measure. There is also certain anonymity, the thought of a chance encounter, a random proposition? I don't know. Despite my feelings I have never had a sexual encounter at an airport. Today didn't look like it was going to change that.

"Is everything okay Jen? You seem a million miles away."

"Yeah, sure. I'm fine; it's just been a while since I've been home. I'm just thinking about things. Dad, Mum, you know?" She smiled at me. I was suddenly struck anew I knew her.

"Are you feeling down that your Mum isn't going to be around?" I took a stab, knowing that Jenny's Mother and Father had ways shortly before she had started at Uni. The split was to be permanent and her Mother was now living and working in Vancouver.

"Maybe. But S, I probably should have told you. My Dad isn't going to be around either. He's in London with his work. He'll be back on Sunday morning but I doubt we'll see much of him before we leave again. Sorry, I haven't really given you many details have I?" I made empathic noises and what I hoped was an understanding face. The horny little devil inside me turned a cartwheel. No Daddy. Excellent! Okay, so what if I never managed to truly reach this woman? Wouldn't a weekend alone with her be an excellent consolation prize?

"Its fine, honestly. Hell, what do I need details for?" I tried a winning smile. She softened a little and tried to put her head on my shoulder. It wasn't very comfortable.

"I'm not very good at all the 'having a boyfriend' stuff. I'm sorry." She said. I would soon discover there was a cryptic truth in much of what she said.

**

Every time I'm in the South of England I forget how much I love the place. Despite the relative cold it was a clear crisp day with a promise of spring in the air. The lengthy hire car trip down from the airport was made bearable by the numerous villages interspersed by low, rolling hills, forest and eventually secluded coves and beaches as we made our way down onto the south coast. After a good hour we passed into a sleepy village populated by expansive, sprawling properties set back from the road. From what I could see of them they belonged to either the rich or the very rich. At the end of a winding hill flanking a beautiful, sheltered rocky beach we turned up a private driveway through a pair of modern blackened iron gates. Over a gentle hillock I came face to face with Jenny's Father's house.

"This is Dad's pride and joy. He designed it, interfered constantly with the building of it and it's been a labour of love for the past seven years. Its only been considered fully completed in the last two." I looked across at her. She had a distant look on her face "Come on, lets get settled in. I want to make the most of having you to myself." She told me. I obliged, clambering out of the car, stretching and taking a good look at the pile of bricks in front of me. 

What I saw was indeed impressive. It was an architect's wet dream and a builder's worst nightmare. Set about a quarter mile back from the road was a large, modern two-storey house ringed with an expansive area of dark, wooden decking around the front and balcony running around the upper storey. Most intriguingly of all the main body of the house appeared to have been built into the rise of the hill behind it. I wondered how far back it went. To the right of the property there was garaging for several cars and to the left a large glass conservatory area that was almost half the length of the house itself and contained a pool.

"Ostentatious isn't it?" Jenny nudged me in the ribs from behind.

"On the contrary, I think I like it." I said.

"Yeah, blokes always do." She replied marching off towards the steps leading to the front door.

"So you invite a lot of men back here when you're folks are away do you?" I called after her, unsure of whether I was joking or not.

"Come on, I'll show you round." She parried.

**

The next day morning I woke in the luxurious double bed of Jenny's bedroom with her lying next to me. The previous night had been easily the best we'd spent together. She'd shown me round the frankly amazing rooms and features of the house, cooked me dinner, allowed me to beat her at pool in their games room and best of all allowed me to get her drunk and spend the hours of midnight to three in the morning fucking her round her Father's luxurious residence. 

Pushing her onto all fours on the soft baize next to the pool, wrenching her knickers down and driving my cock hard into that gorgeously formed, fragrant little fanny was just about as cathartic an experience as I can think of. Her signals during the evening had been unmistakable and for once I didn't feel like I was playing catch-up. She had virtually torn the front of my jeans down at the pool table and ordered me to yank her hair while she took what seemed like an obscene portion of my cock into her mouth. I took her roughly on the floor, in the hallway, by the pool and the stairs before we finally made it back to her bedroom. Hustling her into the bathroom and bidding her kneel down on the toilet, I slid my length into her from behind, worked her over, kneading her cute little buttocks apart, admiring the sight of my dick sliding into the sweet little fuck hole. 

The final bout came on her bed. She lay down in the soft, dim light and spread her legs wide, then brought her ankles up level with her head. Her fanny gaped and glistened wet from the exertion and she imparted a stream of verbal filth to me the like of which I had never heard before and rarely since. I climbed on top and sunk into her. Frustration poured out of me followed, in short order, by every drop of cum I had which she ordered me to shoot all over her face. How can you refuse a request like that? For the first time in our sex-life I felt like things were working, as they should. 

I lay there in bed reflecting happily on the previous night as this beautiful girl slept peacefully next to me. I felt like we had turned a corner. I felt perhaps this relationship could work after all? If I had known what lay ahead I would have got up and called a taxi at that moment.

Saturday was a good day. Once again I felt like things were going right with Jenny. We had a relaxing breakfast together. She looked content and for once I felt like the previous night had done as much for her as it had for me. I caught her just looking at me; she appeared disarmed, almost vulnerable. It is no lie to say that it felt like a gift from the gods.

We took a long walk up a winding road that connected a series of beaches along the immediate coastline. We held on to each other and Jenny told me about growing up in London, about her parents, about the brother I never knew she had and about her plans for when she returned to her studies in Aberdeen.

When we returned to the house that afternoon she suggested we borrow one of her Father's cars and drive into town for groceries. She led me through into the garage and with a wry smile pulled the dustsheet of a beautifully maintained Nissan Skyline GTR. My heart did yet another back flip as she tossed the keys to me.

Back at the house while we were putting the shopping away Jenny asked me if I would be interested in heading down to the local pub for the evening.

"Sounds fine to me. You know how I feel about these English country pubs? They just don't make them like this up North." I told her.

"Great. The Wheat Sheaf is just a five-minute walk from here. You'll like it."

"I've been pretty selfish, hogging you like this, haven't I? I guess you'd like to see some of your friends?" I conceded.

"Its not that. I really don't know to many people around the village. Between Uni, Sixth Form College, gap year, I've hardly lived here." She said.

"Well, we should go out anyway. If nothing else so I can give you another pool lesson." I said. She smiled seductively back at me and shifted her hips as a lock of hair fell across her forehead. My knees went weak.

"You know I let you win." She said. I suspected there might be a little truth in this.

The Wheat Sheaf to my pleasure was a standard issue south country pub complete with decrepit brickwork and an oak beamed ceiling. I soon discovered it was in possession of the best jukebox, the best pool table and the best beer in the three-village area surrounding it. As such by the time we had a little supper and got a few beers in the place was getting pretty lively with a combination of locals, all of who seemed to know each other and a good handful of visitors, like myself.

Any time we went out together it was usually a fairly short step from the two of us having a drink and a laugh to Jenny as the centre of attention for every male in a half-mile radius. I had come to terms with this and made my peace with it. She appeared to have a curious power over men in that no one seemed to aggressively come on to her. She kept men at arms length, playing with then, scrutinising them, dictating the length and nature of every exchange, all the time with that curious little smile flashing across her lips. Apparently it was an easy process for her to render us a bunch of doe eyed, dribbling simpletons, staring adoringly at her. In an environment like this where she was a certified local girl, the effect was even more strong than usual. 

Of course Jenny was a girl of conspicuously good breeding, at home in any kind of company and this night was no exception. She flitted from group to group catching up with old acquaintances, sharing her news, listening intently as others gave there's but as always she introduced me to those she was talking to and included me in everything that was going on. But sometimes you just can't shake the feeling that if you weren't there would anyone really notice? After the previous night and the day we had just spent together it was hard to getting progressively harder to take. While I kept up the smile on the outside, inside my ego was threatening to start throwing his toys out of the pram.

By chucking out time the combination of the previous nights exertion, a strange environment and 6 jars of beer had rendered me dog-tired. Jenny hooked her arm around my waist, leaned into me and we staggered our way back up to the house and flopped into the bed. I must have been asleep before my head touched the pillow.

I don't know what exactly woke me up later that night, but I remember every detail like it was yesterday. One second I was asleep, the next wide-awake and staring towards the French windows leading out onto the balcony of Jenny's little suite of rooms. It was a beautiful night. The moon was full and clear, shining in through the glass, bathing the room in a pale eerie glow. As soon as I awoke I knew I was alone. Rolling over I found Jenny's side of the bed empty and cold. I glanced at my watch. It showed almost quarter past two in the morning. At first I thought Jenny might be in the bathroom. I rolled back over and buried my head in the pillow, trying to relax, but five minutes came and went then ten, then fifteen. I had a strange, disquieting feeling. Something wasn't right. I rolled onto my feet. I felt a little fuzzy and hung over and so quietly I made my way to the bathroom and took a long drink of water and a pee. I listened intently. The house seemed silent. I walked softly to the door and made my way out into the corridor and down toward the main body of the house.

At the end of the hallway a set of doors that opened soundlessly beneath my hand led to a small flight of stairs which took me down into an open plan living area strewn with brown leather furniture, opulent cushions and throws. I made my way soundlessly through the deep pile of the hand woven, woollen carpets. 

There was a glass screen that led onto the minstrel's gallery overlooking the beautiful conservatory that formed the jewel in the crown of the house. Below the gallery was the pool, Jacuzzi, a small gym, a seating area with more soft furnishings and a little bar used for entertaining. It was the most stunning part of the house. I placed a hand on the heavy, stylish handle of the sliding door. It moved a couple of inches. I listened. Drifting up from pool level beneath me, I was sure I could here voices above the gently lapping water and the distant hum of the heating machinery below floor level. Without warning my heart started to race. I could feel the blood thumping in my temples. It rapidly became so intense that it seemed to me as if the noise might actually be audible outside my head. I tried to calm myself. Perhaps I was mistaken? I pulled the door open a few inches more, the heated, chlorine-tinged air of the conservatory hitting me in a pleasant wave. There, down below in the seductive, mood-lit glow of the poolside, I was sure of it, there were voices.




A Lesson Learned



I leaned back against the wall and gave myself a mental talking to. This is not my house and this was none of my business. I needed to get out of there and back into bed quickly, before she caught me eavesdropping. This was undoubtedly true but an intoxicating mix of curiosity and resentment gripped me. This girl who I had invested so much time and money in but yet struggled to get close to, fought to drag a tiny shred of information out of. This mystery seductress who was friends with everyone but close to no one, who handled men like a skilled horsewoman might inspire submission in a powerful stallion but who drew a healthy dose of suspicion and mistrust from her female peers. Yes, after this weekend I promised myself I would throw in the towel, but before I did I wanted at least some kind of explanation.

The voices continued below. There was at least one man down there. Had her Father returned home unexpectedly? I could hear Jenny's confident, unaccented tones too. She sounded hushed and I couldn't pick out any specific words. Taking a deep breath I cracked the sliding door open a little further, got down on my haunches and slid out onto the gallery. Feeling vaguely ridiculous I began to edge my way on my belly towards the railing. That would give me the best view of what was going on down there. 

The noise from below increased somewhat. There was more than one bloke down there. I heard Jenny's laugh and more movement like someone moving a chair. I slid forward on my belly and peered over the edge.

A couple of months back I went to visit a friend of mine in town. We'd drifted out of touch recently and I felt like it was time to make contact. Paul and his girlfriend had had a son recently, which was keeping him at home more than was natural for him. As he took great pains to remind me, I on the other hand was a free agent and could visit him any time I liked.

"I'm sorry Paul. You know I've been spending a good bit of time with Jenny recently."

"Oh yeah... her. How's that going?" He fixed me with an interrogative look.

"Okay, I guess. She's some woman!" I fidgeted in my chair trying to think of something else that would sum up the amount of time I was investing in trailing about after her. Paul sighed and put a light to the dog-eared joint in the corner of this mouth. 

"S, we've known each other for a fair few years now, haven't we." I nodded.

"And we've had a few adventures?"

"Yes." I relied. He paused, choosing his words carefully.

"S, I don't trust Jenny." I clicked my tongue angrily and shot upright.

"For fucks sack Paul, I knew you were going to say that!"

"I'm sorry. There's something about her... I don't know." He sighed, his eyes searching the cobwebs around the cracked ceiling of the shabby flat as if the right thing to say might somehow be up there.

"Its nothing bad, she's just eccentric." I pled.

"Eccentric! She's a player S. I can tell by the way you talk about her. I can tell by the way she acts. You know she's a player and you're getting played." He pointed at me to emphasise the point. He deserved an Oscar for that. A steady diet of American films had given Paul had a tendency towards melodrama. 

"You know Jack that works in The Drum Inn? His Missus knows her from Uni. Does a few classes a week with her and I'm telling you Jenny is a fuck-up. She's heard some nasty stories about her."

"Jack and that bitch are a couple of arseholes. You don't seriously expect that they'd be saying anything nice do you?" I shot back, wounded and angry, trying to push my own misgivings beneath Paul's radar.

"You should listen. He's got no reason to lie and neither does Holly. You may fall for that cutesy little rich-kid, tennis champ, Daddy's princess shit, but I'm telling you, it's an act. I have to tell you this shit I heard from Jack S. It is out of control I'm telling you..."

"This is bullshit!" I was flat out yelling at him now.

"Just listen, she..." I cut him off sensing the rough outline of the accusations he was going to make.

"How do you know any of this is true? I don't have to listen to any of this crap!" With that I made for the door and slammed it behind me. It would be almost nine years before I would see or talk to Paul again.

Down below the poolside was lit with elegant shades of light thrown from up-lights, subtle spotlights and the natural glow of the pool in the moonlight. The minstrels gallery, however on which I now lay was in complete darkness affording me an excellent vantage point and almost guaranteed invisibility, as long as I kept quiet. Setting my head against the bars at a comfortable angle and allowed my vision a few seconds to adjust my eyes widened as I struggled to comprehend the scene below. 

In the seating area next to the pool I counted six men. Three of them I recognised from the Hayloft earlier on, another three I had never seen before. Sitting amongst the group was Jenny. What I saw damn near made my stand up and throw a fit, but I bit down hard on my lip, wrestled my ego back into its cage, waited and watched. 

My so-called girlfriend was sitting in the centre of the group legs crossed, as was her way. At first it appeared to me that she was not wearing a skirt but as she turned, the light caught the black shiny material of a tiny PVC miniskirt that barely covered her butt. The village slut motif was continued by a red halter-top made of similar material. She wore a little gold chain belt around her middle and a pair of red high-heeled shoes completed the outfit. It was a getup that not only had I never seen before but also was designed for one thing and one thing only.

They were talking in hushed voices, stifling giggles, and exchanging knowing glances. Jenny looking cool, confident and smiley as usual but there was something else. Even from up here I recognised a look in her eyes. It was predatory, like a wild animal eyeing its next meal. She shifted easily, gracefully moving over to the bar downing a glass of wine. The men fussed over her and touched her, no doubt thrilled at the prospect of what was surely coming. 

I fought for control of my emotions and took a proper look at her companions. Three of them were definitely from the bar. The one who immediately struck me as the alpha male was also the tallest. He was a big, dark haired dude called Bob, or Brad or some damn thing beginning with B. There was also a slim, sharp dressed guy with greying temples whose name I couldn't remember and a third who was about the same age as me and had introduced himself as Alec. The three familiars were completed by a tattooed sort with a crew cut and two medium built no-accounts in jeans who looked similar enough to be brothers. One of them sported a faded AC-DC t-shirt and the other was marked out by one of those poncey high-maintenance beards that guys in boy bands normally have. 

Jenny returned from the bar sipping at a fresh glass of wine. Now Alec and AC/DC were hovering around squeezing her arse through the tight, lustrous material of her skirt. She put her arms around their shoulders and they both nuzzled at her neck and hair. Giving them just a little touch, I watched her break away and sit herself back down next to Bob and Slim holding the little hem of her skirt in place, smiling provocatively at them, daring them to make the first move.

It was Slim who finally did, pushing a hand inside the shiny, flimsy little halter that Jenny wore. He tugged at it and one of her tits popped out. Bob smiled round at his accomplices. I heard him say something to Jenny and suddenly there was an audible sound as he slapped her tit hard. I heard her gasp and there was a whispered exchange that I couldn't make out. Jenny giggled. She liked it. Slim did it again. Jenny splashed a little of the wine from her glass over her exposed breast and he lapped it off. 


She was sitting on the edge of the chair now with her legs parted. Slim was working her thighs apart, caressing up and down their inner surfaces. I saw the palm of his hand disappear up beneath the minimal coverage that her skirt offered and it didn't reappear. Her other would-be lovers were trying to get involved too. Hands roughly tugged and the little skirt., challenging Slim for access. She was pushed forward abruptly and exploratory hands hade here way between her thighs from behind and parted her buttocks. I saw her freshly exposed arse quiver beneath another searing slap from one of them. She shot a look over her shoulder at the assailant. She tossed her hair dramatically and fixed him with a defiant look.

"That was just a little girlie tap." I heard her taunt him.

"I see. I think Daddy's girl wants to play rough." Smirked Slim.

Bob, proving to be quite the leader had now stood up, unzipped his cock and was now offering it to Jenny at head height. AC/DC and Beardy followed suite and began playing with themselves right in front of her. More, hushed dialogue, Jenny glanced up at Bob and I saw that predatory look again before she slid a good portion of his rod into her mouth. 

Crew-cut and Alec chinked their beers together and one of them let out a muted sound of encouragement. I heard Jenny playfully tell him to shut up or she'd throw him out. 

AC/DC and Beardy both wanted to be jerked off and didn't want to wait, leaving Bob to dictate how his blowjob was going to go. He wrapped his fist up in her hair and began to bring himself off in her mouth, deeper and deeper while she tugged rhythmically at the two cocks in her hands. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity Bob pushed her a little too far and she gagged on his member and broke her stride with all three of them.

"Okay?" Slim asked her. She nodded, wiping the saliva from her chin and found herself lifted up bodily by Bob and AC/DC and placed on the large rectangular table in the seating area where all six gathered round.

From here things got a lot more disturbing for me. A lot of the conversation was inaudible but I heard Tattoos remark that he didn't mind sharing. Without much further ado Jenny found her mouth full again although this time both Tattoos and Alec both wanted it in her mouth at the same time. Jenny complied expertly grinding the heads of their swollen dicks against her tongue and against each other. 

Meanwhile Slim and AC/DC were taking turns at exploring between her legs. AC/DC spat on his fingers and slid two inside her causing her hips to writhe. He put pressure oh her clit with his tongue and carried on pleasuring her like that until I heard Slim ask if he could take over.

I suppose it was only a matter of time before a bunch of drunk, horny men were going to be able to hold off fucking a pretty, nubile lady like Jenny and soon enough she sat up for a breather, panting but still smiling. She was helped off the table by a couple of her companions and I heard her ask Bob "How do you want to do this?"

Slim got himself laid down flat on the baize poolside and pausing to let the other five have a quick grope of her, she squatted down on his rock hard dick. Jenny took his length easily as he gripped her buttocks hard, dictating the style, rocking her back and forth towards him. I could see Jenny's face clearly in this position. She looked skyward, her eyes closed, biting her lip as the other five stood around them, every one of them playing with themselves. She was the ultimate centre of their attention.

By admirably harmonious means AC/DC found his turn next, taking up the same position as Slim.

"Can I have more of the same?" I heard him ask my soon-to-be-former girlfriend like a small child asking for an extra helping of dessert. However it was not to be entirely the same and my despair was destined to grow a little deeper. 

Bob was on Jenny now too kissing her hair, running his hands over her hips, over her butt. His hand slid between the crease of her buttocks. I could see his wrist rotate, making little massaging gestures as she slid up and down on AC/DC's pole. Bob held her firmly, slowing the fucking right down and planted one knee on the floor next to the couple. My heart stopped.

Jenny let out a cry as her tight arse hole stretched to swallow the width of Bob's cock. There was a murmur of encouragement from the gathering as he slid into her, trying to gauge how much she would accept. 

For a second I fantasised about standing up and shouting the odds, about running down to save my girl, lamping as many of the fuckers as I could before they kicked my head in. But it only lasted for a second. I heard her muttering obscenity laden encouragement to both Bob and AC/DC. The others watched, enthralled, drawing closer around them. Jenny beckoned to Alec and made it clear that she wanted him in her mouth. I watched aghast as three men before my incredulous eyes fucked the most fascinating girl I had ever met.

I wish I could say that I can't remember the combinations that Jenny went through that night as I watched in horror, my own rock hard dick pressing into the floor where I lay. Sadly, every second of her dark side is emblazoned on my mind and to this day, in my lower moments, I still revisit that night.

By the time practically all six of them had been in her cunt, her arse and her mouth she went back to the top of the queue again. She still looked pretty and fresh, still encouraged them and was still willing to accommodate any perverse request they might make. As far as I was aware no one had cum yet. But that was all about to change.

Things eventually led to Jenny on all fours with her arse up in the air so everyone could take their pick. Her skirt and halter now both reduced to a slim band of material around her waist. Modern man being modern man everyone wanted what they probably don't get at home and so both Alec and Tattoos wanted to fuck her in the arse to finish with. She gamely presented herself, spreading her cheeks, panting from the exertion now, her brow glistening and both vagina and anus gaping wide. Both men lasted less than a few minutes Tattoos shooting his load in an impressive arc over her back. At Jenny's request however Alec unloaded inside her arse hole causing her to squeal as the hot spunk squirted up inside her.

"Got yourself a little cum enema there." I heard him say before making way for the next one.

Bob placed her in the missionary position while the others looked on, keeping their distance a little. She seemed to enjoy fucking him most of all. He drilled her cunt slow, deep and hard for some minutes before climaxing inside her as she arched her back and bit into his shoulder.

Unable to wait, for their own turns Beardy and AC/DC and Slim came at Jenny together and she gave her final expert demonstration of double penetration while sucking off Beardy. In short order they both begged her to cum on her face and she agreed. She dutifully kneeled on the floor while the semi-circle standing before her frantically massaged their cocks, bringing themselves to the finish line. With their backs to me it was hard to see the specific details but one at a time I heard their gratification and Jenny's gutter-mouthed taunts as they unloaded on her. When they stepped away her face and hair were a glistening, sticky mess. Cum streamed down her cleavage and had been smeared over her tits and her belly. As she turned I could see a further mess of spunk between the cheeks of her arse and trickling down between her thighs. Someone handed her a towel and she struggled to slip her skirt and halter back into place over her sweaty, sticky skin. Bob brought a glass of wine, handed it to her and then gallantly toasted her cum-splattered majesty. The others sat around spent grinning at each other, paying lame compliments to their Mistress. Jenny sighed and sat back.

"God that the spot." I heard her say. As I slunk back away from the ledge into the sucking blackness I felt like my life had ended.

I blinked awake at eleven thirty the next morning. The second I was conscious the pain began. Very gently I turned myself round in the bed. Next to me I could see a beautiful wave of strawberry blonde hair. I hitched myself up a little until I could see the left side of her face. She had obviously cleaned herself up a great deal before coming to bed. Now she slept peacefully, no doubt exhausted. I wanted to hate her, but I didn't. She was unspeakably beautiful. But the longer I looked at her the worse the pain grew. I took a final, long look.

I rose and walked through the house like a zombie, not recognising my surroundings, not feeling anything except pain and humiliation. I bumbled into the long opulent kitchen without truly looking where I was going. At the far end of the granite counter in the centre of the room I was jolted back to reality by the sight of a tall, elegant looking man. Like me he was around six feet but with a heavier, more purposeful build. A severe wedge of silver grey hair crowned his handsome, weatherworn face. I guessed that he would be in his late fifties, although his build suggested that he possessed the strength and fitness of a much younger man. On the worktop there was a leather holdall and laptop bag.

"Hi, you must be S. Jenny's told me all about you." He marched towards me and met me with a firm handshake.

"Mr Martin, pleased to meet you." I struggled mentally to straighten myself up.

"Likewise. Did you two have a good weekend?" His keen, intelligent eyes searched my face, burning into the back of my frazzled brain. In my mind I took a long walk off a short pier into an ocean of fire.

"Ahh... yes. Thank-you it was... really..." Mr Martin put his head on one side and stared at me for the longest time. Unable to defend my position I stared back. He had a wise, kindly face. I felt like going home to my own parents.

"A rough night, eh?" I wondered what he knew.

"Kind of." I stammered. He took off at a tangent.

"Jenny, tells me your thesis is coming together well. I admire your resolve. I was foolhardy enough to complete both my degrees as a mature student. Biochemistry can be a tricky beast I think." I nodded along unsure of where this was heading. He smiled at me. "Sometimes an experiment just doesn't yield the kind of result you are expecting, hey?" I looked down at my feet. I sensed some kind of revelation was at hand and connected with where I believed the conversation was going.

"I couldn't agree more. Last semester I made a series of measurements of iron binding potential in serum over a twenty-four hour period. It was a long and arduous day and night during which I couldn't leave the lab. My intention was to chart the decrease in potential as the serum deteriorated."

"The experiment failed?" Mr Martin enquired sipping at a glass of orange juice that he had picked up from the counter.

"The controls were very sensitive, I paid improper attention to the staging of the experiment. And yes Sir, it failed." We looked at each other for another long stretch. Finally he sighed and set his glass down, looking at the floor before turning his gaze back to me. There was a strange look in his eyes: Sadness? Embarrassment?

"Sometimes you can spend all the time in the world designing an experiment, making plans, taking an enquiring approach. For us mere men, often the answers to our questions simply aren't attainable. And even if we could attain them, would we fully understand them? Sometimes it is in our own best interests to give up on investigating certain subjects. For the good of one's sanity!" He chuckled. There was another pregnant pause. Then the tall, noble figure gathered up his things and made his way towards the door leading to the hallway.

"I have some things to do in town and I suppose you two will be gone by the time I get back. I'll just nip up and say goodbye to Jenny. It was nice to meet you though S. I sincerely wish you all the best in the future." Unexpectedly he placed a firm hand on my shoulder.




A Lesson Learned



"I'm sorry about your weekend." He said and left.

**

Its strange how things work out. Jenny and I returned home together but we barely spoke and I resolutely avoided her gaze. For the first time in our relationship it felt like she was the one chasing me. She repeatedly asked me what was wrong, tried to make me laugh, tried to divert me by making plans for when we got home, at the airport she even tried to get me to sneak her into the men's toilets and fuck her. All this gave me a certain perverse pleasure but I remained, I am proud to say, polite but noncommittal. Just like I had learned from her. 

Given Jenny's proven academic intelligence I believe she must have been aware that I had discovered at least part of what was going on. But to this day I have no idea how much she thought I knew or indeed how much her Father knew about her particular proclivities. I think its fair to say that Saturday night wasn't the first time she'd had a gangbang. In the end I resolved not to think about it. Intelligent she may have been, in full control of herself, I believe, she was not.

When we got back to Aberdeen we parted ways. She hung off me, searched my eyes for some kind of cue, telling me she hoped the trip hadn't been too boring, still protesting that she would see me tomorrow. But by then I wasn't paying much attention to what she was saying. I just smiled, thanked her and walked away. 

On Monday morning I called my course tutor and told him I was going to take a week at my parents house to consolidate my thesis and with that I left for home. 

When I returned to Aberdeen Jenny had called me a couple of times and left messages on my machine. It was hard but I never responded to them and she never called back or visited. I was never to encounter her again on the street or in any of my regular haunts. 

As my course came to an end early that summer I received my honours degree, although with it came a strange feeling of emptiness and uncertainty about the future. My pursuit of Jenny had caused my to lose touch with many of my friends and I felt strangely alone. Loitering by the class boards in my last weeks on campus I couldn't stop myself from scanning the lists for her name under a class I knew she'd been taking. There it was, in the top band of course. It was almost a surprise to receive confirmation that she actually existed after the amount of emotional suppression I'd been through in the months since Devon. I glanced around, fearful that I might catch sight of her and open up the wound. But I saw no one I recognised among the faces.

Time passes and you get your wings back. You remember that maybe, just maybe, you are cock of the walk after all. You forget that some people play by a different set of rules. Forget that some people have got a meaner streak than you'll ever have. Except in my weakest moments I never hated Jenny for the lesson she taught me, but that night showed me that she liked to play in a world that for me exists only in pulp fiction and porno. It was a world that I thought I could never belong in.

Early last year I put out a tender to various architecture firms to design the house that I now live in. As I scanned an Internet directory of potential firms a family run partnership at the higher end of the market caught my eye: A, T and J Martin Ltd, Architects. Needless to say I did not contact them. Perhaps it was a different family, who knows? Other than that I never heard of Jenny Martin again. I have no idea where she is. But I bet she's doing okay.