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Erotica

By: Gabriel_Lee



Louise Sherman had been teaching English language and literature for about 5 years at St Edmunds Boys School. She was well aware that several of the boys had schoolboy crushes on her. She knew only too well what young boys were like, but she could not help but feel very flattered. She liked to dress 'well' and feeling that she was harmlessly encouraging schoolboy fantasies made her feel good. The older boys, the ones who were soon moving on out of the school were of most interest to her. Already 18, young men, but still for just a bit longer schoolboys. Boys of this age were trying to pick her up in bars. Here she was trying to teach students English Literature, while boys of the same age were trying to fuck her.

Louise knew the way the world worked.

She was, however, still a little shocked and surprised to find among the exercise books collected one morning with the homework from a class of those 18 year old boys, a separate piece of paper, apparently torn from an exercise book, with a short story on it. Short story is probably an exaggeration: it was only about 3 or four paragraphs long, the paragraphs themselves being not that clearly defined. But this was of little importance to Louise. What was of most interest to her was the content. It was not to be ignored. She read the paper several times. It was a young schoolboy fantasy about her. It was crude, childish even, but the fact of it's very existence was a thrill to her.

It was difficult to work out exactly what she should do and, that night, she considered the possibilities as she tried to get to sleep. She could, of course, always do nothing. Louise, however, was not the sort of person to do nothing. That was the easy way out and she liked to tackle life head on.

She still had not decided the following day. The English Literature class would be the last, so she would have time to think some more about it. It was not until the class had already begun that a plan started to form. It had elements that appealed to her. It was risky, but the actual risk was small. It was naughty, but she maintained her authority. It would work.

Final bell.

'Class dismissed. Thomas, can you stay behind for a few minutes please.'

The other boys left. Thomas approached the desk. Louise took the sheet of paper out of her desk and placed it face up on top. When he saw it, Thomas went suddenly very pale. Louise was worried he might faint. He didn't though. His pale complexion suddenly went to the other extreme and his face reddened and he started to look very guilty.

'You probably wondered why I asked you to stay.' She said. 'but I guess you have a better idea now.'

Thomas shuffled nervously and mumbled 'yes, miss!'

'Speak up , Thomas'

'Yes, Miss.'

'Of course,' she said 'I could understand some confusion on your part. It seems to me that you have an entirely different reason for why I might want to keep you after class.' Don't you, Thomas?'

Thomas didn't answer this time, but he went even redder.

'Perhaps I can help you. It seems the reason that you would think I would keep you after class is so that I could ask you if you would let me suck your cock. Is that right?'

Thomas was looking down at the floor now. He nodded glumly. He was not too sure of exactly what kind of trouble he was in, but he was sure he was in it and about as deep as he could get.

'I don't really think you would be stupid enough to hand this in with your homework, but I have no doubt that this is your handwriting. May I ask what purpose this little essay might have?'

'nothing', Thomas mumbled.

'Do you masturbate, Thomas?'

Another glum nod.

'Do these little fantasies help you to masturbate?'

Thomas found his voice. 'Yes, Miss. I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it.' Then, presumably believing that showing some honesty might make things easier for him he added 'I think of you when I jerk off.'

Louise looked at him. Thomas was surprised that she did not seem particularly shocked. In fact, Thomas reflected, the person shocked the most was him.

'I must confess, Thomas' said Louise, 'I really have no idea what I should do.'

For several seconds there was a silence between them. Then Louise spoke again.

'I guess I should report this, but I don't think I will. Firstly, I think it will count against you and as a student you show great promise. Secondly, I believe that you are not responsible for placing this amongst the homework and someone else has caused this trouble for you – that seems unfair to me. I think one of your 'friends' has done this and, but for that, I would have been none the wiser and your fantasies would have remained private. Thirdly, as the subject of your literary work, I cannot see how I could benefit from this coming to light. I suspect that in some way, even though an innocent party, my reputation would suffer and I would not wish to risk that. At the very least it could not help but cause me some embarrassment, were I to report it.'

'It won't happen again, Miss.'

'I'm not annoyed, Thomas.'

'Miss?'

'You still have a lot to learn, Thomas. I am well aware of the sorts of thoughts that boys of your age have and most of them are about sex. Are they not?'

'Yes, Miss.' Thomas was unsure where this conversation was going, but agreeing seemed to be the best way to minimise any adverse consequences.

Do you think, I'm pretty, Thomas?'

'Yes, Miss. You're very pretty.'

'Thank you, Thomas. That's always nice to hear. You don't say that in this little essay, though. Do you?'

'No, Miss. Sorry, Miss.'

'In fact you don't say much at all. I ask you to stay behind, tell you I want to suck your cock, you get it out, I suck it … and then suddenly you're fucking me over the desk. I imagine this is all you managed to write between bouts of masturbation. Is that it?'

'Yes, Miss.'

'Well, it's not good enough, Thomas. I want to see more dialogue, more description and a far more plausible role for myself. I think you can do better.'

'I don't understand, Miss.'

'Take your cock out, Thomas.'

'No, Miss.'

'This is a taste of reality, Thomas. I have the upper hand here and this piece of paper gives it to me. I don't wish to use it, but I could. Get your cock out, Thomas.'

Thomas looked behind him. The classroom door was open. The classroom was isolated at the end of a corridor, but someone could still come suddenly.

'Someone might come', he said.

Louise looked at the piece of paper, 'You don't mention anything about that either.' she said. 'If anyone comes along the corridor, I will hear them and warn you. I don't really want you to be caught any more than you want to.'

'Of course,' she added, 'if someone did come and find yourself exposing yourself to me, this little piece of paper will help me to come up with a story in which anyone would see me as the innocent party. You do really need to be very careful the kind of stuff you commit to paper, you know.'

Thomas was really worried now. It was clear to him that he was really in a very bad situation. What made it worse was the similarity to his masturbatory fantasy. His cock, completely oblivious to the more sinister aspects, was reacting to the charged sexual content. It was schoolboy hard and expecting his hand to stroke it – that was what usually happened.

Although embarrassed to display his full erection to Miss Sherman and also fearful of this giving her yet more power over him, he reluctantly undid his trousers and pants allowing his cock to spring out stiffly in front of his schoolmistress. He felt it was betraying him in some way. Having it standing out so stiffly like that did excite him though. He had never shown his cock to a woman before and he wondered how Miss Sherman felt looking at the erection she had given him.

'Hmm.' said Miss Sherman. 'This is the kind of situation you like to fantasise about. Now let's see you masturbate.'

Thomas was shocked, looked shock, but the erotically charged situation made the relief of masturbation almost essential. His hand moved to the shaft of his cock and he started to wank.

'Now, what I would like,' she said as she watched him, 'is a story which I would like to read. If you want to do things to me, I want to know why. If you think I'm pretty or sexy, say what makes me that way. Tell me how you feel when you look at me. Think of situations that you could plausibly develop along sexual lines. What do you think might turn me on, Thomas?'

Thomas was unsure if an answer was expected. He was also unsure of exactly why Miss Sherman was getting him to masturbate like this in front of her. He wondered if that was the kind of thing that turned her on.

'No, Thomas.' she said, apparently reading his thoughts. 'Watching you jerk off, does not do it for me, although I do like the fact that I was able to make you do that. I like the fact that I got it stiff too. You can think of this as something between a punishment and a reward. It must feel strange and wicked to be doing that in front of me, like that.'

It certainly did. Thomas started to stroke faster, feeling that he was being encouraged. He was thinking how great it would be to cum suddenly, splattering his schoolmistress with goo.

'Now, Thomas. What I am giving you is the chance to share your fantasies, with me. I know you will use them to jerk off at night and I don't mind that. I rather like the idea, but I want to know all about it. I want you to use that to get me turned on, get me hot. Do you like the idea of getting me hot, Thomas?'

'Yes, Miss.'

'Do you want to fuck me, Thomas?' Louise continued without pausing for Thomas to answer. 'Well that's not going to happen. Certainly not while you are a pupil in a school where I teach. I am not going to risk my job just to make you feel good about yourself.'

'But you won't always be at this school, Thomas. Will you? Keep stroking, Thomas.'

'No, Miss.'

'You think about that, Thomas. Let's see if you can somehow learn to press the right buttons for me. Do you want to try to do that, Thomas?'

'Yes, Miss. I'd like to try.'

'Are you close to coming yet, Thomas?'

'Uh, Mmm!' Thomas was jerking harder, finding it difficult to speak. Miss Sherman asking so casually about whether he was going to cum looked like being the trigger that brought it about.'

In control and organised, Louise pulled out a pretty lace handkerchief and held it over the purple bell end of Thomas's cock. It felt soft and the sight of his schoolmistress's hand so close to his cock, holding her lace hanky ready for him to cum in, pushed him over the top and he started to spurt almost immediately.

'There's a good boy!', she said catching his creamy cum in the thin cloth. It was not really adequate and Thomas was unable to stop himself coming into her hand and someway up her wrist. Louise had not planned that and she was shocked it had happened. She had never intended for him to come over her, not on any part of her – that, to her, seemed to be crossing a boundary that she did not wish to cross.

'I'm sorry, Miss.', said Thomas, who was not sorry at all.

'It's ok, Thomas. It's my fault, I should have realised.'

Louise had some paper tissues in her drawer. She wiped up the sticky white semen. Thomas had come far more than she had expected. It was quite messy.

Thomas watched, his penis not as stiff now, but still sticky with his cum.

Louise got up and walked to the door to look along the corridor. It was empty. She returned to her desk where Thomas was standing with his cock still hanging out. She dipped down in front of him, taking his sticky cock into her mouth tasting the remnants of his semen and sucking it, making it clean. She rose again.

'That, Thomas, never happened.'

Thomas, surprised, just nodded.

'This, Thomas,' she said, handing him the hanky soaked with his cum, 'is for you.'

'Needless to say, should you use this as any kind of proof that anything might have happened, I shall say you stole it. People will think it excited you to masturbate into something of mine.' She picked up the paper, again. 'We already know about your fantasies.' she said.

'And next time,' she said, 'I expect a better story. Something that will get me hot and wet. But, please, don't hand it in with the other homework assignments. I am sure you would not want it to get into the wrong hands.'

'And make it good. I like to masturbate too, Thomas!'

Erotica 101



Thank you for the interest shown by clicking on my essay. I hope you find it interesting, perhaps entertaining. As you will discover, it is also a preview of hundreds of pages that I have written for my own enjoyment. Hundreds more pages have been written since, lots of fun. A couple of stories have already been posted. I shall submit more. Positive responses would be a nice incentive. 

*

It started, of course, with reading: "Lolita" and "Lady Chatterley's Lover" when they became available, which tells you something about my age. I am still surprised that I actually had the nerve to buy them. You may not consider those books erotic literature, but back then, for a virgin male, they were pretty strong stuff. Yes, there were virgin late teenagers back then, who had only kissed someone's sister on New Year's Eve - more been kissed by her.

Then in college, one day I discovered a copy of Frank Harris's "My Life and Loves" lying on the grill to the basement window below my ground floor room, maybe disposed of quickly by someone upstairs when a girl was in his room. It was my good luck that the book was lying with the title face up, and I immediately rescued it. It is a very interesting autobiography and for me very educational, even though I was no longer a virgin.

A couple of years later, I bought "My Secret Life," and then many years later on a trip to California, I bought two collections of erotic short stories by women authors. They were really good. Of course, I had thumbed through some cheap paperbacks, but the exaggerated descriptions of breasts and cocks turned me off. Those female writers got it right, and the lesbian experiences were also very entertaining. 

But I was disappointed with one heterosexual scene, wanting her to let him come in her mouth. I fixed that, my first venture into writing erotica. Using my first or second computer, I rewrote and extended the scene and reformatted the text to paste in the book. It's still around somewhere.

By that time, I was more thinking about it than doing it, recalling good times and some that remained unconsummated: times I may have disappointed her by not being forward enough: too many, more than the fingers on one hand. I hope it wasn't that many. Maybe in hindsight, I was making too great assumptions about what might have happened, if ....

It was a lot of fun spinning out the what-ifs on my computer, as everyone here can imagine. Then I discovered Literotica. Vladimir Nabokov got to tell us what Lolita did in his discrete prose that avoided all the specific words, but here one just has to imagine what girls and guys do until they are eighteen. I had to discard some of my ideas.

One of my characters was eighteen, luckily, and for him too. 

Perhaps I should point out here that all this happens in the last half of the 1960s. If you weren't around back then, you'll have to take my word for it: most eighteen year-olds knew less about sex than younger teenagers do today, not that they hadn't been very curious for a couple of years, and some willing to find out. The pill wasn't easily available to unmarried girls, but they could get it, but rubbers/condoms were usually a necessity, and HIV was still unknown. 

The book, "The Joy of Sex," hadn't been published, but Masters and Johnson's "Human Sexual Response," a more clinical work, had been, and opened a lot of eyes. (I was tempted to type a word that rhymes with eyes - probably it did.) But a great deal was still not common practice, only snickered about by late teenagers - and prohibited by state laws. Affordable VCRs were still a thing of the future, as were the porno films that they made easily available. If someone had already known anything about what Linda Lovelace was going to do in 1972, I doubt that anyone came out and said: "Oh yeah, someone did that to me." Guys were very lucky if a girl wanted to do anything in that respect, even let him do it.

Back to my lucky eighteen year-old, a first person character: I had let him have an ideal "first time" on Fire Island with a woman almost twice his age, married, out there alone during the week. They spend the best part of four days together, getting way beyond just his first time, she even tries something she hadn't done before. Later, he always thinks of her as his Diotima. During that week, he meets a couple of prep school girls on the beach who invite him to a party on Friday night and beforehand to hamburgers in the house they are staying in - parents partying somewhere else. They never make it to the party, but the girls with his willing and now experienced help succeed in meeting their class goal of having gone all the way before returning to school.

Back in school, they correspond with him. Eventually in a mutual letter, in alternating sentences they tell him about how they end up doing what he had enjoyed doing with each of them They invite him to their school's play, but the action is all in his motel room, fulfilling their speculations about what a threesome could do. They correspond further, which results in something that entertains prep school students in several schools the following spring.

By this stage, he has already begun tutoring a girl from a disbanded story, and they get closer. Not anticipating that she has all the experience she has, he is surprised, and she is surprised, wondering about his experience - but both very pleasantly surprised. When he invites her to sporting event that they don't attend, that gets clarified, also what she is doing with her girlfriend. She is, of course, pleased to hear that he already knows girls who enjoy it together. 

A couple of years later, when he is in college, he meets one of the prep school girls again and they pick up where they left off and exchange stories, especially hers about a weekend double date with identical twins.

The next summer, his younger sister talks him into chaperoning her for a week on Fire Island. When she asks him how grown-ups really kiss, she learns, and ... well, ... I'm going to have to do some rewriting. 

REMEMBER, this is all fiction; if it wasn't written, it didn't happen, regardless of what the imaginative reader infers.

The following week, his summer job in the city starts, while their parents are on the island with his sister, leaving him alone with Martha, the family's Norwegian au pair. After the first night, they joke about trying to make up for her winter of abstinence. Do his parents have misgivings about their being left alone? They do ....

The following week, Martha is alone on Fire Island with his sister, but you are probably not going to hear about that. 

There is an epilogue about him and his sister that picks up again when she is in college, then years later when they both are married and have children. 

After another week back at his job, he hits it off with Sandy, another summer intern at the company. A play on words results in their not sharing a beer but rather a shower. As she says: "I guess we don't have to worry about what we're going to watch on TV." They don't - for the rest of the summer - even when her airline stewardess flatmate is there. It gets more interesting when Sandy's brother, Randall, joins them for the last ten days.

When the threesome have a reunion after Christmas, they talk about their experiences since September. Sandy has no problem returning to her boyfriend, who spent the summer travelling in Europe, but she also has a girlfriend - who was only a classmate before. To know what Sandy would tell about them, I had to "hear" their stories.

I let her boyfriend tell her his experiences in detail. When he and his friend have given up hope that they will meet any girls, they meet two Dutch students who fulfil the stories they had heard about European girls' being more liberal. But that is nothing compared with the three nights at a camp site near Venice: the first one with two Australian girls in the boys' small tent, and then with the four of them together with those girls' other two tent mates in their larger tent. I let my imagination run away with me.

Sandy's college classmate, Barbara, has a summer job found via someone in her father's fraternity network, a family man with two daughters, but they and his wife are in Europe for the summer. The end of this summer affair is sweetly poignant, if I say so myself. Even I shed a tear while writing it. It is already posted: "Whoosh, Bang!"

Backing up a little, the week with Martha and my first person character generates emotional involvement that wasn't anticipated by me, but that's what happens as characters develop; they take on a life of their own, and if they spend a week making love, it's likely that some of the emotion is left over. 

To paraphrase what Ibsen said about his characters: to start with, they are strangers to him; during the first revision, they become acquaintances; during the second revision, they become close friends with now familiar voices that speak by themselves.

Maybe Ibsen didn't express it just like that, and I am not Ibsen - nor a writer of anything other than the stories hinted to above. I expect that some writers here will recognize Ibsen's description of the process. Because I like repartee, my characters also enjoy it and are sometimes wittier that than most of us manage to be - not having the chance to twice revise our words. Sometimes, however, there are ellipses, maybe non sequiturs, mixed tenses and other less than perfect phrases that I could have corrected, but that is how the characters spoke. 

Some people may prefer to write or read lots of different words for body parts. I don't think that is how most people actually think or talk, so my characters, being generally well brought up, use a limited vocabulary. They aren't likely to use the the four-letter C-word until they are in the "throes of passion" (an expression that seldom appears in the stories, since I try to get that across in more descriptive terms). And when they have orgasms or want one - as they often do - they still use the four-letter verb. I just checked on "etymonline," the three-letter word apparently wasn't used as a verb before 1973, and I don't use it as a noun.

If I still have your attention, perhaps I should explain that I eschew unnecessary descriptions of persons or surroundings, as do many others on Literotica. If readers want to think that she has D-cup breasts and long, platinum blond hair, or that he has an over-sized cock and a six-pack abdomen, that is fine. Others - like me - may be chagrined by the implication that more than what they have is important. Or it could raise unfulfilled expectations - probably of persons who shouldn't be clicking on this website. 

Such readers may be disappointed when they discover how I do occasionally describe her breasts, maybe not anyone's ideal - not always mine either. If she doesn't have to wear a bra because she isn't so well endowed, that can still be attractive under a silk blouse. Of course, there are some I enthuse about, maybe inspired by those of another teenager I knew back then, who was approached by Playboy. 

Hmm! I wrote the above a couple of years ago, and some has been revised. I just wrote and posted a non-erotic short story inspired by that teenager: "Tobacco." In the meantime, I have also spun out many pages about Martha, now back in Norway, and her cousin and his girlfriend, and several more persons, and more siblings, .... 

Will I be willing and able to upload much of this? That depends on readers' responses, and my figuring out how to split up 150 page files into 17 page chapters, three Literotica pages. 



Erotica 102



Someone asked if there would be a sequel to "When did you start shaving?" There will not be, but the question suggested explaining my attitude about writing stories here. I have to apologize for this not having been approved immediately; it was too short. I have added some additional thoughts on the subject. I hope you find this interesting, that you maybe appreciate authors' efforts, not just mine. 

I start with a vague idea of what will develop and the background for one character – or maybe two (e.g., siblings) or three, if they all are immediately present at the start. I know, of course, what they are eventually going to do, but when I begin writing, I don't have it all planned out. The situation is there, where and why they are together, but their individual characters only develop as I write. 

That is what I find fun. Often a person in a story turns out to be different from how I first envisioned him or her when I started. In this story, Chris and I were originally expecting that Chris's roommate Pat would not be so forward. Of course, eventually in the context of stories here they were going to, but when I started writing I was thinking she would be more reticent. She told Chris and me otherwise. I didn't really plan it; just writing how the scene and conversations went led me there.  That is fun, just spinning out a tale. 

Writing about the sex is a pleasant challenge. The first time they do it in any story, they can delightedly discover more about each other; the characters that have evolved come into play. After that, however, it gets repetitive, the challenge of making it different and arousing. There is also the challenge of keeping them in character. Does she always moan and whimper? Does she always start to laugh after her orgasm? Should her thighs always quiver, or do her hips always rise of the bed every time his tongue gives her an orgasm? How to keep that from sounding just like the previous time he did? Of course, she is delighted every time he comes in her mouth, but the same question. 

If three or four persons are involved, that provides variety. What all can three of four do: different positions, different responses to what another person does? Do they remain in character, or does a character surprisingly respond differently when aroused by a new partner? It is a challenge. 

It is a challenge to make orgasms seem inevitable and believable. As an author, I have more fun with the freedom of letting the story develop, the characters of the persons reveal themselves. I don't think any of mine have been left by the wayside because they weren't interested in sex. 

Literotica must be the only place where everyone waits until they are eighteen to discover sex, even just discover their own bodies. We all have to except why that has to be. I have unintentionally tested the limits. For example, one may not describe a younger girl's appreciating the view of herself in a mirror, not with any details to let a reader enjoy what she is seeing. Will it be acceptable in a story now in the works for a character to tell that she went skinny dipping with her cousin, but with no descriptions? I'll find out; readers who like my stories also will. (Skinny dipping is how it starts between them. If they didn't before, that got censored.) 

A perhaps a less obvious challenge is how to keep different stories with the same theme from immediately seeming too similar, e.g., siblings, two girls. Sooner or later, of course, they all are going to do whatever they want, but till then how they meet, their background, what experience they already have – or don't have – has to be new and interesting, interesting enough, I hope, that readers want to read that and not just scroll down until they see bare breast or read a four-letter word. When I get that far in writing the story, I am back to my first challenge. If I have been lucky, the participants' characters and background suggest a new approach to describing what they then do.   

I just had a new idea; I have been watching the women's soccer championship matches. Maybe readers can already anticipate how that story could start. Writing it will be fun for me, since it immediately suggests a new scenario and girls with a different background from those of ones I have written about. It will also avoid the age problem, even if I let them be on the under-21 team. I think they will be older, however, to allow them to have something to tell about their previous experience without that suggesting they could have been under eighteen at the time.  

That is a nice way to finish this, a spontaneous example of how the idea for a story pops up. I don't have any idea what the girls will tell me – and readers. I do have one, that an experience with a male soccer player wasn't so good, because he was too macho. Will she then, however, discover a man who does everything the way a girl wants? I don't know.



Erotica



Chapter 6

Charmaine started the new phase of her life with uncertainty but liked the idea of living as a single woman when the possibility of having sexual liaisons appealed to her. She liked the idea of romance, of finding someone new and the fun of "falling in love" knowing she would never divorce Bill unless he insisted. She didn't want to be indiscrete or resort to indiscriminate sexual encounters unless she found the circumstances were right. She wanted the men she planned to bed to know she was married ahead of time and that she wasn't looking for anyone to start a relationship with, though she realized affairs were relationships too.

She was an attractive woman and in the best of shape. Men always took notice of her since she commanded attention with her mere presence. Once she had their attention it was simply a matter of finding out if there was a connection to go on; a connection that could lead to something more. She knew how to drop "pieces of candy" along her path of seduction, never failing to be amused at how so many would pick up piece after piece until she maneuvered them into the inevitable act of intimacy with her. 

It was her plan but she discovered most of the attractive men she was interested in were happily married. She didn't mind if a man was married if he was on the prowl since she thought adultery only added to the thrill and excitement. However, she would never do anything to entice a happily married man, feeling it was beneath her dignity to do so. Still, the emptiness between her legs festered making her feel unfulfilled when she began to consider going to the local lounges once again on the prowl. The sensual music and dancing in her studio only served as a constant reminder of the attraction and allure between the sexes; gnawing at her. 

And then one day her friend Joyce Miller invited her to a luncheon at the country club followed by an afternoon of card playing. She liked the game of bridge finding it challenging but found herself fidgeting when a handsome young man walked by. He was one of the waiters tending to wine glasses as they played cards. Though bridge required a lot of attention she was unable to concentrate when one of the ladies at the table saw her distraction and asked her how she was doing, 

"Fine, except I'm not getting enough at home...if you know what I mean." 

Joyce laughed saying, "Maybe you could go with Margaret and Kathy to the 'dude ranch' they're going to next week."

Charmaine looked at their two opponents wondering if they knew what Joyce was talking about. She didn't want to offend anyone by talking about sex, thinking it could wait until later. After the session was over she pulled Joyce aside asking her what she meant about a "dude ranch". Joyce asked her if she knew Margaret or Kathy. Charmaine said she had met them once or twice but that was all. Joyce said,

"Margaret married an older man about 12 years her senior and he has no interest in sex anymore; health problems. But she's still a young woman in her sexual prime; about 43 I think. She doesn't broadcast she has a sexual addiction but won't deny it either. Apparently her husband doesn't know about her trips to the ranch, other than they are for the ladies where they swim, play tennis, golf and go horseback riding. Really I think he is indifferent to what she does and just turns a blind eye to her activities. 

On the other hand Kathy has her husband's permission to have extramarital relations and he even encourages her to do it. He likes hearing about her exploits in detail and it arouses him enough so they have good sex together. Weird huh, but that is how some guys are I guess. Margaret and Kathy are playing together and I think we play against them in the last session. I can introduce you to them then and you can ask about the place if you'd like."

Charmaine asked Joyce if she ever went when she shamefaced admitted she had. She said,

"I thought the activities would be fun. My curiosity about the place got the better of me thinking I wouldn't do anything until I met a young guy I really liked. I have a weak spot for the younger ones I guess. I mean we had a chemistry going on making me question my feelings about things until I talked to someone when they told me it's just sex; it doesn't have to turn your world upside down and it doesn't mean you don't love your husband. I guess the temptation was too much for me when one night I found myself outside his tent pacing back in forth. He must've seen me and when he came out to see if I was alright, I went into his arms and well...if my husband knew; he'd kill me."

When Margaret and Kathy joined them at their table Charmaine made a point to pay closer attention to them than in the past. Joyce told them I might be interested in joining them on their trip to the ranch. They both looked at Charmaine with surprise when Margaret said,

"There's always room for one more. It's just for a week and we usually have 4 or 5 with us. Some love it and go every 3 months with me, while others just want to try it, to see what it's like opting not to repeat the experience like Joyce. I used to go once a year at first, then it became twice a year. Now it's 4 times a year and is a part of my lifestyle now. It's really quite therapeutic and a great way to keep in shape, if you know what I mean? I'll answer any of your questions after we're done, if you want."

They played the hands to get them out of the way quickly when Charmaine noted her palms beginning to sweat since her imagination was running wild with what went on, knowing it was about having sex with some "dude"; whatever that meant. She smiled as she practiced saying, "Hey dude," in her mind as they played cards fearing she'd gone mad.

After playing their session Joyce took their results to the front desk so they could be tabulated when Charmaine took the opportunity to ask about the place. Margaret said,

"It's a place for relaxation and recreation mostly but with a twist for open-minded women of course. If you just want to get away for a week and are forewarned of the unique purpose of the place; it can be very rewarding. There are about 36-40 men; 'dudes' if you prefer ranging in the ages of 18-50. They're the outdoor type for the most part. When they're not called upon to perform their 'manly duties', they tend to the grounds in whatever way needed. Usually there are around 12-14 women from various backgrounds in life. One thing which is very important is that they screen the men for STDs when the only concern is pregnancy. The women concerned about it use contraception of one sort or another. Surprisingly enough there are a few that come hoping to be inseminated being unable to do so in their current relationships for various reasons. Some are unmarried wanting a child; they want motherhood and a family and the thought of artificial insemination or adoption doesn't carry the same incentive as the old tried and true method. The men are beautiful; they look like 'chip-n-dale' dancers possessing great genetic material no doubt. It's expensive but in my opinion worth it."

Margaret wrote down her phone number handing it to Charmaine telling her to think about it and to get back to her in the next few days since they would be leaving in a week. Margaret excused herself saying she had to leave when Kathy explained,

"The week starts with a dance on Saturday night when the women ask the men to dance. After talking and dancing with them you usually have a good idea who you'd like to get to know more, maybe even intimately during the week. It's kinda like 'speed-dating' I guess. Some women are shy and are happy to meet a nice guy to hookup with the entire week, as though they were a married couple. I think that's weird but to each their own I guess. You'll have a good time with all the activities and fresh air. The food is great and there is a cookout every night, or you can use the restaurant for seafood and other cuisine. No one will judge you and all options are on the table, if you know what I mean. Just don't be at all surprised when it happens. The guys are all nice and they aren't at all pushy. I've seen the most adamant and stalwart of women succumb when they felt the need to conceal their activities presumably to protect their reputations from others. Once the opportunity of having inconsequential sex with a handsome fun-loving man arises; they usually give into temptation. Anyway, that's a big reason why we go to the dude-ranch in the first place." 

Charmaine couldn't help but notice the broad grin on Kathy's face knowing what they had in common. She wanted to know more about Kathy wondering if they will have the chance to talk more. She wondered how and why she had chosen to engage in what most would consider being questionable behavior. She wondered if her husband knew and what kind of relationship they had that would prompt her to engage in sex with other men; even considering if her husband might be like her own. 

On her way home her excitement grew as she pretty much knew she wanted to go. She didn't know if it was her curiosity or the tingling between her legs as she considered the idea of the place. The whole idea of the ranch and meeting "dudes" with the idea of having sex was way overdue in her mind. "Besides, women like sex too. Just as much as men do and for some women probably more then men," she consoled herself. 

After asking Kevin if he could do without her for a week and discovering he actually welcomed the chance to be alone; with sweaty palms she called Margaret. She told her she wanted "to see what it was like," when neither of them felt convinced it was the truth. Like most women, they feel a sense of embarrassment in allowing other women to know they have sexual desires. But with Margaret it was different and she felt certain she would've laughed at her for daring to feign innocence. 

She found out when their group would be meeting at the airport Saturday and as it turned out she was sitting with Kathy when she asked the questions she was most interested in. 

Kathy's story...

Once they were seated and began to taxi the runway Charmaine turned to Kathy asking,

"Does your husband know about the nature of this place or do you tell him it's just a week getaway with other women?" 

Kathy looked at Charmaine as though she was prying at first and then her expression changed to one of acquiescence; as though it was no big deal and what better way to use the time together as she felt the straps against her chest. They reminded her of the confinement she once felt in her marriage and didn't like it at all; not anymore. 

"Well yes, he knows. He wasn't the only man I've been with. There were two others in college. The second was very well endowed and I found sex with him fabulous. In fact after we broke-up, he came around a few weeks later gently knocking on the door. When I opened it and saw him standing there with a smirk on his face; he asked if making a 'booty-call' was out of the question. I laughed at his impeccable timing since what he proposed was what I was in the mood for. I took him by the arm leading him into the bedroom explaining,

'As long as it's sex and there's no hidden agenda; I guess it'll be alright. No talk of love; you're the cock and I'm the cunt; got it.' We watched each other undress quickly. I couldn't help looking at his cock as it hardened in anticipation. He probably hadn't been with anyone in the last month like me. Thankfully the bed was right there as I slid into it before my weakening knees gave way as I knew how wonderful it felt as he pounded it into me."

At this point Charmaine asked her what she considered to be small when Kathy said,

"Small is like my husband Dave; about 5" long and 1" in circumference. Anything 8" and bigger with at least 2" in circumference is big enough to rock my world."

As she said this Charmaine felt the powerful thrust of the engines pinning her into her seat as she saw Kathy was also clutching the armrests causing her to laugh. Nothing more was said until they were airborne and Charmaine felt a sensation of momentary weightlessness causing the usual butterflies as it played havoc with her bladder. They looked at one another smiling as they undid their seatbelts, sitting back for a moment of relief before Kathy continued,

"Anyway, I married a wonderful guy except for, you know, but never said a word until he brought it up. The first time I ignored him but when he pried and wanted to know more about my feelings on the subject; I told him but not without regret for doing so. He didn't seem hurt at all and took it in stride saying he knew what I meant. Still, I felt like a heel for admitting the truth.

"Nothing was said by either of us for awhile and then he brought home some adult tapes and CDs when the subject came up again. Then one day he surprised me, asking if I'd like to take a shower with him and his 'new friend'. It was a very lifelike large dildo and having him moving it in and out of me as we hugged brought on a powerful climax for me. The sensation was very satisfying for me and I think my pleasure showed. A few weeks later he asked me if I had the chance to be with someone bigger; would I like to. I looked at him wondering if he knew what he was proposing, wanting to know if he still loved me for suggesting such a thing. He assured me he did and simply said, 'What's love got to do with it,' like the song.

"Secretly his suggestion got to me since it was an issue I'd let slide and maybe even was in denial about. Doing it with him was like going through the motions and half the time I'd never climax. His bringing up size made me long for the sensation I experienced when I was younger. 

"There was ongoing intermittent discussion about it, rather than one long discussion. I think our minds digest things at it's own pace. Eventually I asked him if I were to do it; would he throw it in my face when we were having an argument about something entirely different in the future. I wanted to know if he'd think less of me and if he'd use it to attack me I guess; he promised it would remain locked in our 'hidden vault'. Once I had reassurance from him my feelings about it changed, especially when he convinced me he'd like for me to do it as much as I found myself becoming tempted. 

"A few weeks later I asked if he was one of those guys who liked to watch their wives with another man when he said he wasn't. He said it would be nice knowing I was being fulfilled and would like to know about it if and when it ever happened since the idea captivated him.

"Weeks had passed and one night we were lying in bed and I knew bringing up the subject excited him. I used it to spice up our lovemaking since it seemed to get him in the mood. Once I made a joke about it saying, 'How would we ever find someone to fit the bill and who goes around asking guys if they have big cocks anyway?'

"He said Paul; one of his co-workers was big. He'd seen him in the shower a few times. It wasn't that he was looking for such things but it was hard not to notice. Paul is also married and used to kid around about 'getting some strange pussy' but lacked the willingness to do anything about it. 

"One day after showering Dave sat in front of his locker when the idea of snapping a picture of Paul as he was coming out of the shower occurred to him. He held his cell-phone out in front of him fiddling with the buttons as though he was doing something and took the shot. Though it was of poor quality and askew; it was clear enough to me. When he showed it to me I said, 'Indeed he's big'. He studied my face until I couldn't conceal the smile any longer. He jokingly asked if I thought he was big enough. I told him he was more than big enough mischievously asking,

"How would you ever set something up with him when it was possible we might meet sometime when he might tell everyone you know at work ruining both our reputations? He said that was the $64 question and hadn't a clue until about a week later. We were lying in bed and I had dozed off when I heard him say, 'I think I got it!'

"Huh, got what," I asked. He explained, "I'll tell him you are out of town visiting relatives for a week and I have the place to myself. I'll suggest calling a 'call-girl', which will be you in disguise. You'll have to change your appearance and the way you talk; to keep him off guard in case you ever do meet him someday. I'll invite him to dinner saying you'll be arriving around 8 pm. The setting and the intent is already established so the rest is more or less up to you. If you want to ask to use the bed upstairs; that's up to you as you improvise and conduct things as you see fit.

"You have to admit the idea was ingenious and I felt confident I could pull it off since I majored in theatrics in school. I also knew how and what to do to alter my appearance sufficiently. I once played the role of a hooker in a play, which was fun too but this was way more exciting and real somehow. Do you want the short version, or the long version; the PG version or the down and dirty X-Rated one," she asked Charmaine who had been listening with interest as she occasionally looked out the window seeing the clouds going by with ever increasing speed as they gained altitude. The monotone droning coming from the engines soothed her into thinking she was dreaming instead of actually hearing Kathy's fascinating story.

The stewardess walked by serving them drinks. When Charmaine handed a glass to Kathy she said, "Well we have time and you seem to have so much to tell; I'd like to hear what happened and if it's X-rated, I can deal with it. They toasted and shared smiles as they felt their friendship growing. Kathy relaxed awhile as if to replay the events in her mind before she felt she was ready to continue. She said,

"I dyed my hair red and got some extensions. I wore it up on top of my head which is a completely different look for me. I wore black-framed glasses like the ones secretaries wear. I still have the outfit; it's a white plastic miniskirt with a small matching corset that ties up the front exposing much of my stomach and cleavage. I had large white hoop earrings on and white thigh-high fishnet stockings along with the white patent leather ankle boots with a medium sized heel. I guess I looked like the stereotypical hooker, which was what I was going for.

"I'll never forget the look on Dave's face when he answered the door around 8:15. I swear he didn't recognize me and I almost began to laugh until I saw Paul in the background. I asked him if I got the right address and I was looking for a guy by the name of Dave. He looked stunned inviting me in as I sensed his approval. I took his hand and introduced myself as Peggy and then did the same with Paul."

When the stewardess came to collect their glasses Charmaine asked if they had a small headset so that she and Kathy could sit back and relax without the need for turning their heads as they talked. They were pleased when they said they did and after they had them set up and working, they tilted their seats back; laughing as they became acclimated to talking with the headsets. Kathy related the following as though it was a script in a play,

Peggy is played by Kathy and the scene begins inside their doorway after she had been received:

Peggy: So, do you guys live together?

(She looked back and forth at them until they began to laugh.)

Paul: No, we're both married and since Dave's wife is out of town we thought it would be fun to step out of our normally drab and boring lives for some "guy-fun" with someone like you.

Peggy: So this is new for the two of you and you've only been with your wife until now? 

(She waited for them to respond seeing both of them shake their head in the affirmative.)

Peggy: I'm not trying to pry; I just want to be certain that we don't have any health risks to worry about. As for me; I have checkups monthly and I'm very selective as to who I'm with. If I'm suspicious, I ask the guys to wear protection but with you guys; I guess we don't have to worry, right?




Erotica



(Again she looked at them waiting for a response until they assured her they were safe.)

Peggy: Good, then we can concentrate on having some fun...

(There was an awkward moment as both Paul and Dave took in the sight of Peggy; Dave especially, not believing his eyes. She shifted her weight from leg to leg accenting her hips as her tits giggled between the ties and within her corset. Finally after checking her out, Dave asked them if he could make a chigger of martinis when everyone agreed. He excused himself when Peggy and Paul sat on the couch. When she crossed her legs, her mini-skirt raised high on her thigh exposing the white band at the top of her fishnet stocking. Paul finds it difficult not looking at her, anxious in his desire to be naked with her and in her. She senses his eyes on her and becomes excited recalling the snapshot Dave had taken of him. She knows Kathy would never look at Paul but being Peggy she feels perfectly in her right to check him out as well. She places a hand on Paul's thigh massaging it and moving ever higher flaming his desires for her as she sees the commotion going on between his legs. Her eyes move from his crotch to his eyes and when she sees him looking at her she licks her lips seductively when Dave returns with the drinks. He places the tray on the table and begins to fill the glasses noting his entrance hadn't stopped Peggy from massaging Paul's upper thigh as she continues to smile seductively at him.) 

Peggy: You make a good martini David. I like the sensation as goes first to the brain and spreads relaxation throughout the body.

Paul: I find the sensation arousing and though it might relax my muscles, it has the opposite effect on other parts of me.

(There was enough for each of them to have two glasses which they drank quickly. It was apparent they were anxious to move things along. The remaining half glass was given to Peggy; she drank it quickly smiling at them feeling its effect.)

Peggy: Well, who wants to party with me?

(Paul and Dave looked at each other when Dave said that Paul should. Peggy wanted to know where the bed was when the three of them went upstairs as Dave led the way. Peggy suggested he might want to put a towel on the bed to protect it and while he was gone the two of them undressed each other. Peggy had his large erection in her hand stroking it as she smiled at Paul when Dave returned. He noted the ties on Peggy's corset had been undone when most of her tits were exposed. Dave opened the towel placing it on the bed. He was about to leave when Peggy told him he could stay and watch if he'd like.)

Peggy: If you have a camera and would like to record it; I charge an extra $50 for that. 

(Dave asked Paul if he was interested and finding out he was okay with the idea he got the recorder. When he returned he found them both naked and hugging. He heard Peggy saying something about Paul's wife being a lucky woman. It was clear to see he was ready as his fully erected cock pressed against Peggy's leg. She sat down and pivoted adjusting herself so she was lying on the towel. Dave sat on a small padded bench against the wall as he fidgeted with the camera seeing Peggy from the feet up. He began recording when he saw her opening and closing her thighs in welcoming anticipation when Paul got up on the bed.

The camera views the instinctual raising of her legs when she feels the tip of Paul's anxious cock at her entrance. He gently pushes forward until the head was in her prompting her to raise her legs higher before resting a foot on Paul's ass. As he continues to penetrate deeper Peggy vanishes when Kathy selfishly takes over as she feels the fullness of Paul as he pushes ever deeper into her. David hears her gasps of pleasure, something she never did with him until they were well into the act of fucking. After going at it for about ten minutes David sees the frothy white foam as it seeps from Kathy. He assumes that Paul had climaxed unaware that it was Kathy's discharge as she was experiencing rapid and ongoing contractions along with successive climaxes. It was the best sex she could remember; maybe even better than when she was spoiled in college. She couldn't stop trembling and moaning until she felt herself begin to dilate; opening larger than the cock inside her. Paul must've felt it too as it spurred him on to more rapid thrusts. Kathy knew he was about to release in her and she egged him on with her moans of, "Oh yes...god yes!" When she felt the full heavy squirts filling her, her eyes rolled back in her head as she had the most powerful orgasms of her life. She shoved upwards eagerly feeling her insides turning warm with the plentiful male discharge filling her more than anyone possibly could have. 

They came down from their heights slowly and with mutual appreciation for what they had done together. At first she was uncomfortable having David in the room but it turned out to be exciting in having him there witnessing, if not approving of what she was doing. After they had collected themselves with mutual laughter Paul said he'd like to take a shower before going home. When he ambled off the bed the camera caught sight of his large wet cock; once so erect now in the process of shrinking down to what was perhaps more "normal". 

Dave was overwhelmed with a rush of feelings and as Paul went to take a shower he panned the camera between Kathy's legs when he zoomed in close he could see the large seepage still coming out of her as it left a large pool on the towel. Her legs opened and closed as if she was trying to relish the sensation, perhaps allowing the abundant dose of semen to vacate her opening. He put the camera down and went to sit on the bed next to her, asking if she was alright.)

Kathy: Yes I'm fine but I'm embarrassed.

David: What do you mean? 

Kathy: Well, if I tell you it was unbelievable then I might hurt your feelings and if I tell you it was just okay then I'd be lying.

(Kathy takes hold of Dave's hand and begins to cry. He feels her trembling uncontrollably.)

Kathy: You probably think I'm a terrible person don't you?

(Dave leans down to kiss her cheek noting the warmth still coming from her body as she continues to tremble. Dave takes a dry part of the towel placing it between her legs when she begins to laugh, yet still crying as she wipes between her legs.)

Kathy: We really made a mess didn't we? I better get out of here. You can tell Paul I hade another date. You'll call me after he leaves, right?

(After she had dressed quickly David kissed her telling her he loved her. She hugs him telling him how nice he is in providing her such a memorable experience. She leaves just before Paul comes out of the shower. Paul asks Dave where she was, wanting to know if Dave got his pleasure when Dave lies telling him she had given him a blowjob while he was showering. They chat for awhile and Paul says he would like to do it again, wanting to know if Dave had Peggy's phone number. Dave can't find it but says he can contact the agency and ask for her. He gives him the information before he leaves wondering if he'll really call and what he'll think when they tell him they don't have anyone working for them with that name.

Meanwhile Kathy drives to the lake to park and wait for Dave to call her and to reflect on what had happened. As she pulls into the parking area she notes many cars remembering its date-night. She dims her headlights so as not to disturb anyone as she glides into an open spot beside another car. She opens the glove-compartment trying to find the opened pack of cigarettes kept hidden there for times like these; when she needed to steady her nerves. When she finds them she lights one feeling the nicotine's effect on her as she continues to tremble. She looks out her window and sees the couple closest to her going at it as it serves as a stark reminder of how good sex can be; like it had been tonight for her. After tilting the seat back she leans her head back, inhaling and exhaling the heavy smoke. She closes her eyes pondering what she'd done and what it will mean to her marriage and her relationship with her husband; "how can it ever be the same," she wonders. Furtively she raises a hand to the side of her head as she looks through her separated fingers at the couple next to her. She sees the guy's naked ass going up and down which only serves to remind her that sex is indeed a big part of what it means to be human. Maybe it's the one thing men and women do best together; what they were meant to do; what they inherently have in common. 

"If only sex could be carefree, uncomplicated and without consequence," she thought wondering if Dave would ever ask her to do something like that again. Could she, would she but maybe more importantly, should she. And then again, what would she do if he didn't ask her, since she came to realize the difference between what she had with her husband and what it could be like with someone else. She didn't know what she had with Dave but it wasn't sex; it was more like shaking hands. She also knew she could never say that to him since it would hurt his feelings more than she probably had. 

She reached down between her legs still feeling the residual warmth as she continued to ooze semen into her g-string. When she glanced out the window again, she realized what she thought was a girl was not a girl at all but a woman her own age. She noted their movements increasing when she saw the woman squeezing and kneading the man's ass; seeing the silver wedding band on her finger. She didn't want to be seen staring so she leaned back into her seat turning her head slightly. It was like watching a real life porno-movie. In addition her curiosity peaked when seeing the ring as she found herself wondering if they were married to one another. Though fascinated by what was going on in the car next to her she found it to be a distraction since she felt she needed to sort some things out for herself. She took another drag on her cigarette leaning back and closing her eyes trying to answer why the experience had been so pleasurable. "Was it his size, or that my husband was watching. Perhaps it was because I was doing it with someone new and the role-playing enabled me to remove myself from the experience," she considered.

The next time she looked at the car beside her was when she saw movement within it. She noted the guy was a young man of about 18; now dressed he climbed into the front seat where he sat behind the steering wheel. With hands clutching the steering wheel he looked at Kathy smiling broadly with an apparent degree of smugness. She leaned back in her seat looking straight ahead when her cell-phone rang startling her. When she took the call she heard the engine from the car next to her. As she turned to look, she saw the woman's face several feet from her as she smiled at Kathy. Kathy was shocked since she knew the woman and she also knew the woman knew her but with her makeover she probably didn't recognize her. As the car next to her moved into reverse she saw the woman waving at her.) 

"Kathy, are you there," the voice asked in her ear. "Yes and you wouldn't believe who I just saw having sex with a guy half her age," she said into the phone.



Erotica and Buddhism



I believe the simple answer is that yes it is, but that a more complex answer would be much more precise. To start off I wish to start with a brief disclaimer, I will then look at the background and provide a brief description of Buddhism. After this point I wish to present the fundamental conundrum that I will be dealing with: are certain, sexual acts, inconsistent with Buddhist teaching. At this point I will offer my own analysis of the question and begin to formulate an argument.

First the disclaimer. I am not an authoritative figure on the subject of Buddhism. I am simply a lay person pressed with this question. This argument and the debate I will try and bring to the table is not an extensively researched one. I am using my own understanding of the world and of Buddhism in these arguments. Some of you who read this will have a much deeper knowledge of Buddhism and may disagree with my analysis. Please be frank and respectful in asking me or pointing out flaws it is how we all learn. 

A brief introduction to the world of Buddhist thought. For the last few thousand years a religion has grown up in the world called Buddhism. Many of the thinking and teachings of Buddhism are mimicked in Western thought, most notably in the stoic tradition. Because Buddhism is built on rational thought and self reflection the individual viewpoints of practitioners tend to vary to a large degree. There are a few core aspects that stay constant though. These being the Four Noble truths and the Eightfold Path

The Four Noble Truths can be broken down as follows: Life is suffering. Suffering is caused by wanting. There is a way out of suffering. That way is the Eightfold Path.

The Eightfold path consists of guidelines on how one should live their life. It explains the proper mindset to have when approaching the problem of how to live one's life, what one should do and how one should regard the world around one's self and control one's mind. Of these the most relevant sections are about what one ought to do. One ought to have a Correct Livelihood, do Correct Actions and speak Correct Speech.

There seems to be a immediate contradiction between sexual delight, and sexual fantasy and Buddhism. It seems that desire and lust, two emotions bound up deeply with sexual pleasure are close to the root cause for our suffering. The second noble truth lays that out fairly plainly: suffering is caused by want. This is a bastardized form of it and I believe a more precise form is mirrored in the Toa Te Ching:

"Not Exalting Cleverness causes people not to contend. Not putting high prices on hard to get goods causes the people not to steal. Not seeing anything to want causes the mind not to be confused..."

From the Buddha: 

" 210. Let no man ever look for what is pleasant, or what is unpleasant. Not to see what is pleasant is pain, and it is pain to see what is unpleasant.

211. Let, therefore, no man love anything; loss of the beloved is evil. Those who love nothing and hate nothing, have no fetters.

212. From pleasure comes grief, from pleasure comes fear; he who is free from pleasure knows neither grief nor fear.

213. From affection comes grief, from affection comes fear; he who is free from affection knows neither grief nor fear.

214. From lust comes grief, from lust comes fear; he who is free from lust knows neither grief nor fear."

It is because of this link between desires, lust, and wants and suffering that in initial inspection sexual activity seems to be at odds with Buddhism. This analysis holds if a person engages in Sexual activity for the sole reason of obtaining some measure of pleasure. This is usually the reason most engage in sexual activities, it is highly pleasurable to them. This approach to it is not consistent with living a life free of suffering.

Take for example a man on search for stimulation reading an erotic story. The man is searching for pleasure through these stories. While he may find some pleasure through reading and perhaps stimulation hat might be considered a lucky find. By opening up his mind in a search wholly for pleasure at some point is search will not be satisfied leading to a lack of pleasure and ultimately to suffering.

This same situation applies to the realm real. I recently read an account of a highly submissive woman who discussed the pleasures she gained from very humiliating sexual intercourse. Alone the degradations she received she did not enjoy, but she went through those degradations for an incredible release of pleasure. This is a case very similar to the one of the reader of erotic stories. Fundamentally the reason going through the pains is a pleasure. This same case applies to more mundane sexual activity as well. It is because people go through these acts for the purpose of seeking pleasure from physical satisfaction that the efforts are intimately bound up with suffering. 

This is fundamentally the basic argument why sexual pleasure and sexual desire seem to be inconsistent with Buddhism. This argument relies heavily on the desires that lead a person to a certain act. While at a fundamental level there seems to be inherent problems between sexual activity and Buddhism but that may not be the case on closer inspection.

One argument could lead as follows, The Eightfold Path is the road out of suffering. Therefore if something is consistent with the Eightfold path then that too is consistent with leaving suffering. If one is able to behave in a sexual manner consistent with the Eightfold path then one could do so while still progressing out of suffering. The two areas most in conflict with this is Correct Speech and Correct Action.

A better definition of correct speech is needed, and of correct action in order to fully present the argument. In this case Correct speech can be loosely defined as speech that is benign, beneficial, and does not further suffering. Similarly correct actions should be ones that belay correct intentions, are beneficial, and should reduce suffering in the world. Any sort of sexual activity therefore must be consistent with correct speech and correct action. Similarly erotica should also these guidelines. It is through these guidelines that one should be able to find a middle ground between celibacy and hedonistic pleasures.

Fundamentally all sexual acts are the same; it does not matter if the act is done with mutual consent or is one sided. This sexual arousal in simple terms is pleasure. Therefore fundamentally sexual activity can be seen as the striving for, or the looking for pleasure. This is not good. Furthermore it is inconsistent as was explained above with the eightfold path. But could one engage in sexual activity and not be seeking pleasure.

More then anything this seems to be the question at hand. If one could engage in sexual activity not for their own gratification of pleasure, not for the sake of lust, and not for the delights of the flesh then that action would be benign, it would be beneficial, and it would be consistent with the path out of suffering. In such a case the actions and the words that are said, if they otherwise would be consistent with the Eightfold Path would thereby also be consistent. However such an ideal is hard to come by, if at all possible. Here is where the fine line comes in, or more a gradient of fine lines. 

If one is on a straight and narrow path seeking enlightenment it seems the answer is simple: one shouldn't engage in sexual activities. However if one is not on that narrow path, then sexual activity seems to be a necessary evil. The degrees, the gradient, comes in when looking at the motivations beyond sexual activity. If the motivation is purely in seeking intense pleasure then that would be one end of the spectrum. If the motivation is otherwise creating progeny for example and the pleasurable aspects are simply secondary then that would be less off. Furthermore the degrees to which the individuals are engaging in the activity solely for the purpose of pleasure or some other non ideal purpose also change the balance of the stage. If those reasons are secondary to the act itself then this would be less bad. One should be careful though since it is not only pleasure that causes suffering but also attachment. Sexual activity seems to be the antithesis of detachment and so anyone trodding the Buddhist path should be careful when treading here. 

These lines are thin ones drawn in sand. Each individual must find out for themselves where these lines are drawn exactly, but I believe that I have raised many of the central points to the issue at hand and have given outlines for the border of the level of sexual activity is acceptable. Because sexual pleasure is so closely bound up with the concepts of pleasure and desire one who truly embraces the path to enlightenment will also find the road to celibacy along the way. This end goal of a lack of sexual pleasure falls naturally from this. Many may find themselves somewhere along this extreme and it is the lack of desire for sexual pleasure that may help propel many into a better and more filling lifestyle. 

Thank you for reading this. 



Erotica Blunders: Take 1



Welcome to the erotica blunders of a virgin. 

These are NOT excerpts from longer pieces. So grab a beer or a glass of wine, make yourself comfortable and enjoy the laughter.

Straight from the pages of the red notebook that I still deny exists; here are two tales from the bad side of erotica and murderers of the English language in general.

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One: A Favor

They walked slowly across the desert plain, holding hands with a silent passion.

Wonder what kind of stride that would be.

She stopped suddenly and turned to face him. Her hands went gently to his shoulders.

"A favor?" she asked.

He took both her hands in his. "Anything," he sighed.

"Before you go could you... I mean would you make love to me?" Where had she gotten the courage to ask?

"You silly girl," he said. "If you'd waited another minute I would have asked you for that honor."

He removed his shirt and spread it out on the fragrant grass. 

Whoa! What kind of grass grows on the "desert plain?"

When he stood again, his lips claimed hers, becoming more and more demanding with every kiss. Little moaning sounds deep within her. He took her breath away and gave it back, breathing hotly through her entire body, his tongue playfully teasing hers.

Is he performing CPR?

They lowered themselves to the ground crushing the greenest of grasses beneath them. His large hands fumbled frantically at the buttons of her blouse. She'd known he'd wanted her, but she had no idea how much until now.

She ran her fingers through his hair and down his back. His muscles twitched erotically as her fingers caressed their way to the zipper of his jeans. She gingerly pulled down the zipper and slipped her small hand inside his underpants. His phallus was growing with his eagerness. 

Down his back to his zipper? Maybe she should be wondering why his pants are on backwards.

She helped him writhe out of his clothes and quickly shed her own. She forced him to lay down and straddled his pulsating body. His naked skin felt so good against hers.

She nibbled his collarbone ravenously, then kissed his mouth skillfully using her tongue and lips on his ears and neck, moving down across his chest and belly, lightly flicking her tongue in quick butterfly strokes against his groin and penis, then each leg, down to his toe, slowly licking each toe, watching his erection grow.

*Inhales deeply* Loooong sentence.

After a while, her tongue began to work its way back up his body, moving slowly, expertly finding all the erotic crevives and sensitive areas, and exploring them.

He caught her by the waist and they rolled, so he was on top of her. He cupped the swollen mounds of her breasts. He kissed her eyes, her nose, her ears, then ran his tongue down her throat to capture a budding nipple. She arched up in an instinctive plea for fulfillment.

His hands danced past her waist, between her thighs and to the dampness there. His sweet mouth followed his hands and his tongue replaced his fingers, probing the tender depths there, relishing her precious juices. 

Dancing fingers? Lord of the Fingerdance!

She took his head in her hands and pulled his body over hers. Her turgid nipples rubbed against his chest, quivering with the need that was raging through her.

His lips claimed hers again. She could feel his heart beating against her breast and his male hardness against her thigh. He was fully aroused now.

I think his lips are a bit too possessive. Down boy!

He forced her legs apart, his penis swollen to an enormous tumescence. his fingers danced to her hips and pulled her hard against his aroused manhood. 

She was filled with fiery flesh and sinew, flashing pleasure mixed with sharp pain, as he entered her. She arched, feeling her own resistance as he drove hard against her virgin's shield.

Is that a plain wood or metal plated shield?

He moved his hips more carefully now. He grasped her buttocks and kept her movements in time with his own sensuous rhythm. He plunged deeper and deeper inside her, rocking back and forth. She began to move with him, her hips writhing in quickening spasms.

Sure! Now he slows down.

She held his shoulders, holding him close to her. He began to pump harder and faster in a frantic pounding motion. Her body shuddered with every thrust and she began to climax. Her body jerked in great orgasmic spasms.

Speeds up.

Finally, his body shuddered as his throbbing pulse burst, bathing her insides with his hot fulfillment.

It's over all ready? 

**********

Could it get any worse? Definitely.

**********

Two: Someone Knocking

Someone was knocking. Somewhere through the darkness beyond the pitter-patter of the rain, someone was banging against the door and its sound dragged her up through the many layers of sleep to sudden consciousness. Sweat trickled down her cheek as her blood pounded in her ears.

The knocking came again.

Knock, knock. Who's there? 

She jumped to her feet with the realization that she wasn't dreaming. She glided silently on cats' feet to the door and pulled it open against the force of the wind and rain.

Cat's feet. Think she has rat breath?

Before her stood a very wet young man. He stood a few inches taller than her, with a medium build. Droplets of water dripped from his dusty blond hair and into his eyes. 

His denim jeans and old torn T-shirt clung tightly to his drenched body. His breath was heavily stressed and reeked greatly of beer. He staggered through the doorway, slamming the door and shutting out the chaos of the storm. 

She stood loose-jawed with surprise. She'd only met him once before and they hadn't gotten off very well. Or at all for that matter. She couldn't understand why he would come to her in such a state.

"Are you insane?" she yelled at a whisper. "You'll wake the entire household."

Yell? Whisper? You decide.

She took his trembling hand in her own and led him to her room, where she forced him to sit at the edge of her bed. As she started toward the bathroom, he caught her wrist and pulled her to him.

"I had to see you tonight." His voice was low and deep, and it sent a chill through her spine.

"Listen," she pleaded. "You don't know what you're doing."

What is he doing?

Lightning flashed and for a moment the room was flooded with light. He studied her silhouette against the gray storm. Her see-through nightdress billowed about her. Its ruffled sleeves fell over her pallid shoulders so that the entire dress was held suspended by only her luscious breasts. In the half-light the darkness of her pubic hair and large, hardened nipples could be seen through the nightdress. 

Lightning flash. He's a quick study.

He closed his eyes locking the beauty of the picture away in the deepest part of his mind, then sighed.

"I shouldn't have come here," he gasped. "I should never have... "

What? What'd he do? 

His voice trailed off as he forced himself to look away. She was no longer the obsessed little girl he'd met earlier. Instead before him stood a woman. Every imperfection, perfect. Every flaw, beautifully placed.

One word: oxymora.

She kneeled beside him, taking his hands into the warmth of hers.

"You did what you thought was necessary." Her voice flowed through him, pulling him closer to her.

What DID he do?

He knelt down with her, gathering up her skirt and slipping his hands gently up the inside of her thigh. She tensed at his suddenness, then relaxed. 

She's in a dress.

His hands continued to glide up with hers guiding them. They passed over her hips to her waist, around and up underneath her breasts. His hands were soft and warm. They glided gracefully against her delicate skin.

His face came close to hers until his moist lips claimed hers. His tongue slipped past her teeth to rest against her palate, sucking her mouth's juices.

Hope she brushed before bed.

She slowly moved away from him. She wasn't quite sure she could...

He caught her shoulders, making her eyes met his. The again, now was as good a time as any.

For what?

Her fingers fumbled numbly at the button of his pants. Frustrated, she bowed her head and bit the button off. Then, she slowly pulled down the zipper. Her fingers slipped gingerly down into his pants and pulled them to the floor.

What? That's it?

**********

Did you expect it to be finished? I was a virgin who'd never even been kissed. 

My vague point: If you are going to write erotica, at the very least watch a pornographic movie. (I still haven't done that.)



Erotica Club



“We could really need the money,” Peter says, “and I really would love you even more if you go through with it!” 

I look at him, knowing he probably already is sporting an hard on in his loose trousers. I have butterflies hustling around in my stomach, and my mind keep drifting off to other nights at the Exotica Club, watching other participants in these monthly competitions. I have often wondered what I would do if invited, and answered always "yes" while I fingered my pussy, but "never in my fucking life" after the climaxes had worn off. 

“Do it for me”, my husband suddenly says planting the kiss of our life on my dry lips. I really love him, you know, and besides I felt the familiar tickling in my pussy when I picked up the pen and signed the form, accepting my ordeals for the evening...

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I should tell you more about the club. We got invited to the club through some old time friends of ours – the same friends that were the first to know us intimately after a game evening a year ago. The game became more sexual after too much wine, and at some point Jack our friend made a bet that his cock was bigger than Peters. Well, after a little friendly sex, they told us about the Exotica Club. 

Situated in the industrial zone of our neighboring town, it didn't draw much attention to itself. But then again only invited persons were welcome at the club. It was quite expensive, and very concerned about health and privacy. You had to use condoms unless you provided a health certificate that granted you a green bracelet. Women were respected, and no unwanted abuse was allowed. The cameras that recorded the club evenings adds a mixed quality to the experience – no one likes to be filmed while picking your nose, but it secured that the rules were obeyed and gave an exhibitionistic thrill to the whole thing. With the prices on membership and beverages, it was obvious that keeping the videos private was in the best interest of the club. 

“I thing you two would like it, but I can't tell you more – rules you know, and please don't mention this to others!” Janice my friend said, sitting naked and grinning in my sofa. “All you have to do is give us a call, and we will see to that you get an invitation.” 

I was still flushing after giving Janice's mate Jack a blow job not many minutes ago, and only nodded my head, joking if off - “I somehow don't see Peter and me as sex-frieks, fucking everything and everyone in public!”.

Next evening, after the kids were tucked in bed, the issue surfaced while discussing our experiences last night. Of course I knew that Peter was turned on the idea, both the prospects of indulging in group sex and plainly watching me screw other men. Men are weird when it comes to sex! I had also dreamt of other men and women doing strange things to me, but I didn't see why we just couldn't keep it as our fantasies. Looks to me as part of the male erotic fantasies is always to actually do what they dream about. I always imagined that their pricks would turn really soft and small if push really come to show – I guess I was wrong on that one! 

“What say you – should we give it a try?” Peter said, trying not to show how much he wanted me to say yes. Well, I thought we had given many things a try on his suggestions – and a couple of mine! – including sex in public (my idea), reading stories from the Internet (his idea), visiting strip club (his idea), buying porn videos (his idea), having anal sex (my idea, but just because I knew he was to decent to suggest it himself), buying sex toys (some mine, some his ideas), and now swinging with Jack and Janice (theirs idea) – well you get the drift. 

What I discovered was that after putting my rational mind to the side for a couple of times, I got to enjoy the different activities – perhaps besides watching some of his more raunchy porn flicks. And if anyone suggest that this make me become more sluttish – fuck you! I am proud to make my own choices, and do what I want to do. I feel the same thing about this as about my smoking a joint on the off occasion, I don't in any way want to promote pot smoking – but the pot is there, and it's damned good to lay off all earthly problems and worries for a while, and do something just for the fun of it – not worrying about the hole drug problem or underpaid harvesters in Afghanistan. 

And that was what happened with our sex life – I discovered that I enjoyed anal sex – it didn't bring me throbbing orgasms, but the whole combination of a strong physical sensation, the little tabooish thing and the fact that my loved husband was coming off big time made me so aroused that a finger on my clit or even a small vibrator in my pussy made me climax and forget all inhibitions and plainly have a great time.

So it should be no surprise that I gave a reluctant nod to Peter, actually quite interested in what this would be like. To weeks later, we rang the bell on the office door of the Exotica Club, and was welcomed by a nice woman in her forties – the manager of the club. After showing a teaser video with all faces blurred and going through the rules and explaining the importance of hygiene and privacy, Ms. Monica explained that we had to go through what she called an “initiation” (actually making quotes with her fingers). 

I wasn't prepared for this, and nearly backed off when she told me that I had to make an intercourse with one of the employees, a bouncer, while Peter and some senior members watched. She explained calmly that they had experienced that some women were coerced into membership, and that having this test it was easier to decide whether the woman wanted this or not. Shit, I felt that I was put to an exam on whether I enjoyed cheating on my husband or not! But of course, looking at Peter I saw him swallow hard, and cracked out “If it's OK for you, it's OK for me”. Yeah, big surprise. But the last 30 minutes with the video and the constant thought of really doing this, I felt quite ready for some action. 

Monica laid me to a dressing room, and told me to undress and have a shower if I wanted to. Some minutes later I returned, bare naked and still damp, trying to look normal as I saw the congregation. Nice blokes and women, who were obviously summoned from the club facilities elsewhere. They were all kind of dressed, but they all had this kind of new-fucked expressions in their faces. They all gave small nods of welcome and approval, while Monica guided me to the sofa that was now in the middle of the room. 


The bouncer was ready, his cock on the larger size and fully dressed with a condom. I considered the options – being public naked was no big deal, we had enjoyed nudist beaches all over Europe, but being public naked thirty seconds before you'll have another man's dick in you, was quite different! I decided on the tactic that I have used quite often before – imagine this is a porn flick, and you are the star. Putting up an act, make it more easy to indulge in things that would scare the hell out of The Moral Majority or others of their like. 

So I went up to the bouncer shoving my tits forwards, gave him a little kiss on the chin, and grabbed his semi-erect cock, pulling gently to assess the full glory of his member. He moaned but stayed professional, and laid me to the couch. Again I wanted the upper hand of this situation, so I got down on my knees on the couch, wriggling my ass to the bouncer and the public. The bouncer took hold of my hips, and placed his cock on my lips, and beginning a slow pace hitting all the wonderful places in my vagina. After not so many thrusts I started faking an orgasm, but somewhere between small whims in the beginning and my planned load “Yeeeeaaaaahhhhs” in the end, Nature took over and all my rationals went flying away, leaving me with my instincts and habits. 

His dick was a little bigger than Peter's, so I buried my head in the soft pillow, and put my hands on my ass-cheeks, spreading them further apart to let his wonderful cock disappear in my wound. I placed one of my fingers on my pink rosebud, and slowly massaged my asshole – taking me to a decent orgasm in the midst of strangers. Seeing my fingers caressing my ass, drove the bouncer to let out a not very mannish yelp, and filling his condom. 

After a little awkward silence, the twelve people in the room gave me a short applause, and Peter came over and gave me a huge kiss. We were now officially proud members of Exotica Club, and over the next months we learned the grips on swinging and watching in a safe environment. 

One feature of the clubs monthly gatherings, was the competitions. Every evening – about 10 pm. ten girls was invited to join the contest, drawn from a ballot. And yes, it was only women who were participants – I have discussed this at length with Monica, but she believes that it is easier for women to cross their sexual borders if there is kind of an excuse for it, even thought the prizes normally was quite symbolic. In her mind, men doesn't need this kind of incentive to go along, and it was never difficult to find volunteers among the men to be props in these contests.

For a year, my name (or rather nickname) never came out of the ballot. The participants doesn't know the theme of the contest before accepting, and during the year it only happened a couple of times that a woman declined to accept the invitation. Everyone was allowed to back out during the contest, but I didn't see it happen once – just happy girls frankly having a good time. 

The contests was of different nature, most involving some kind of exhibitionism, like strip shows or wet t-shirt contests, but also a couple of more fetish contests: who can put up the best show while being spanked, bound to an apparatus forcing you to show your cunt and ass at a maximum (the spanking didn't seem to be very intense...) or one of the more funny contest – the best impersonating of a lioness tamed by an instructor with chain and whip, and the participants fully dressed with a French lion dress – cut off to show tits and ass, and even a tail fastened to your naked behind (imagine how!). To make the girls more comfortable, we – the watchers – were asked to undress as well, or at least not hesitate to touch ourselves or our partners. So the whole atmosphere was of fun, enjoyable sex. 

I really don't think Peter has ever been so happy as the evening of lioness-imposture. We had seen a couple of contestants, but were eagerly waiting for Janice, whose nickname had been drawn from the ballot. Peter was fully undressed (I still wore my thongs) by the time Janice entered the stage. By now we knew the drill, also the fact that Janice didn't! First they put on her make-up – stripes and all, then she was asked to slip out of the gown she was wearing. All naked, she looked almost disappointed when she was asked to put on the lioness dress, but all the more happy when she saw the openings for her tits and ass. She lost some of her arrogance when the instructor slipped a collar around her beautiful neck, and fastening his chain to ring on the collar. 

I looked at Peter beside me, and his never ending smile on his face. Further down, he had a firm grip on his cock, slowly masturbating at the prospects of Janice's show. I decided to give him a special treat, leaning over and placing a wet kiss on the head of his cock. Up on the stage, the instructor had made Janice bend down, and a waitress came to her with the tail, consisting of a lot of black hair, and a butt plug. Janice looked both amused and a bit shy, but she allowed the waitress to spread lubricant on her ass, massaging it deep into her channel. With some lubricant on the butt plug, she slowly started working the tail into her ass. 

Focusing again on Peter's cock, I felt it throbbing with horniness. He let out a sigh of pure pleasure when I opened my lips and took him into my mouth. As he saw the plug disappear in Janice's ass, his cock disappeared between my lips. I didn't last any longer then to the point where the instructor whips the lioness' tits while presenting them to the instructor and all of us. Nothing hard or really painful, just enough for Janice to let out a small “Aaooohhh” and leave a little red stripe over her tits, before being instructed to try and lick the trail of the whip. 

As I heard Janice on the stage, I felt the familiar feeling of semen being ready to move from his balls to wherever his dick where at the moment. Now it was in my mouth, and I really wanted to give Peter this moment of unrefined happiness as he shot at personal record of spurts in my mouth. I let some of it dribble down again on his still rock hard shaft, before going down one more time to put it back in my mouth. 

Peter now was able to release his gaze on Janice and look down on his sloppy dick and my wanton face, slowly swallowing his load of cum. I knew then and there that this man would never leave me for some younger model, and with quality of our relationship in mind, I could drink his sperm – yes, sir! 

A few minutes later we were joined by Janice – glowing from the experience, she truly was a lioness when it came to men and sex. She went straight to me, slipping her fingers into my thong, feeling the revealing wetness.

“Ha! You wanted to be there – didn't you? Well it was something, and now I need to borrow Peter for a while!” she exclaimed.

Well, Peter looked like he was spent for the evening, until Janice mumbled “Jeez, my ass feel kind of empty after removing that plug”. Peter was all ears, and they went off to a private chamber to get off. That left me sitting there, wondering whether I wished I had been invited to the competition or not.

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“You won't regret this,” Monica says when accepting my form, “tonights contest is quite special. We are celebrating our 5 years anniversary!” She sends me off to the special dressing-rooms for the contestants. I had never been here, and Janice had refused to reveal anything about this area with a cunning smile: “It'll be your turn!” The other girls were already gathered, and soon Monica joins us. She flashes a smile, saying “Who wants to be a millionaire?” All of us raised our hands, but Monica continues “Well, you won't be tonight, but the first prize is 10 000 euros! But before I tell you todays rules, you all have to be prepared for the show.” We look at her, with eyes full of euro-signs and question marks. 

“As you all have seen before,” Monica goes on, “the contest sometimes involves close contact with others. So before we proceed, you all have to undergo our special services to ensure that we will not have any embarrassing situations on stage. If any of you get sick by the thought of razors or enemas, this is the time to leave!” She smiles again, knowing that most of us already had a bit of experience with razors. 

I never have had an enema, but mostly because I never had the guts to by one at the pharmacy. The thought of a dirty butt plug is one of the least arousing things I know, so normally I would try to get as clean as possible without an enema. Looking around in the room, I see no of the girls leave, nor any of the guys who have entered the room looking as wondering as the girls about what is going to happen – the props I think giving them the one-over. 

The proceeding is pleasurable, a nice long shower before being laid to an examination chair, now functioning as a barbers chair. Several waitresses are busy laddering up our genital hair, and starts soon to remove every single hair, leaving just a little bush. In this state, thoughts flowing around in my head about the nature of the competition also helped by free drinks, it is not difficult to accept the little nozzle of the enema, although I will never become an addict! Rinsing out my ass, I relieve the soapy water in the toilet, taking a quick leak before returning to the chair. The lovely waitress has a hot towel to make the intimate cleansing perfect, and she finishes off by rubbing an oily lotion into my newly shaved skin. Somehow this whole routine makes me more confident, feeling on top of the situation, and eager to hear tonights assignment. 

Monica enters the room again, and ask everyone to line up against one wall. With a head-mistress expression on her face, she ask one and one to take a step forward for inspection. A lot of giggles, except from the boys who look a bit tense when Monica uses a short stick to lift up their penises, to see if their balls and asses are properly cleaned and shaved. She then picks up a piece of paper, and starts to explain tonights contest. 

“Tonight we will elect the miss of the Exotica!” Monica starts. Some girls – the best looking but not the best actresses, look content – sure of their looks and body. “Our miss, however”, Monica explains, “will receive the title Miss Nasty!” The same girls drop their chins, taking in that this will not be about looks only.

“For the qualifying round you will perform alone, then you will be paired with another girl for two rounds, before we end this show with a face-off between the last two contestants. You will not be told what the assignments are, before completing the first ones. All clear?” 

I looked around, and saw several girls I had fucked or let Peter fuck the last months. They all looked pretty to me, everyone aroused and wanting the 10 000 bucks. No one had any questions, so Monica proceeded to explain the first round: 

“Just to establish who is nasty and who isn't, you will go on stage dressed in a costume of your choosing, do a strip tease and then give a guy a nasty blow job. Two girls would be removed from the contest after this round, leaving eight.”

I am number four, but can not see or hear what the others were doing, but I instead I focus on my own performance. I am sure I can be one of the eight – I have both statistics and sexual openness on my side! I have decided that in a competition of nastiness only a couple of thing matters: Sloppiness, ass and uninhibited enjoyment. 

So when my nickname was called, I dropped out of my gown and grabbed a bottle of lubricant on a shelf and ignored any outfits, thinking “I'll show'em nasty!” I don't care much about what tune is being played, but walk to center stage, taking in the audience. They are obviously having the greatest time, cheering and openly fondling each other. The look although a bit puzzled when I enter the stage, already naked and not making any attempt to dance. Instead I shout to the audience:

“You want to see my pussy and ass?” 

Hearing the roaring yesss I turn around, bend over and grab my ankles. I know that this position really reveiles everything, and also make my little rosebud open a tiny bit. 

I remember my three chosen priorities, and drop to my knees, still providing everyone full insights in my privates. “Sloppiness,” I decide on, and unscrews the bottle of lubricant. The liquid is quite thin, so I hold it a meter above my ass and start pouring the oily thing over my ass cheeks and in the creak. 

“Ass,” is my next mantra, so I drop down on my tits, and grabs my left ass cheek between my legs, massaging the fluid into my skin, and pushing the surplus into my ass creak. Slowly I circle in at my little hole, getting several drops dripping past my tight ring – a cold sensation spreading from my ass. I slip one finger into my little hole, and starts lubricating my inners, then follow up by another one. 

At this point I don't have to worry about my enjoyment, this is just worldly pleasure – nasty or not! I put my long finger on my free hand in my mouth, thinking of the blow job to follow. Taking a glance at the audience, I realize that some of them are looking behind me – with lust! Suddenly I'm afraid some other girl has taken over the show, and I turn my head around to see for myself. 




Erotica Club



Shock! No girl other than the one on the big plasma screen that has been hung over the stage. The girl on the screen is in the process of working her third finger up her ass, mimicking my own gestures. When the picture is zoomed out it dawns on me that it is my own performance is being shown on the widescreen. 

I start pulling back my fingers – damn, it felt so good! - but then this tickling in my cunt tells me otherwise. I fall back to my old tactics of acting out the porn stars I had seen together with Peter (and some on my own...), and this is becoming more and more realistic! So I show all three fingers back where they feels like belonging right now, while I take my spit sloppy fingers down to my already steaming pussy to make the best show. The audience roars, and the widescreen forgets me a minute to show Peter in his chair, giving me the thumbs-up when he sees himself on the screen. 

A little bell is chiming, dragging me off an escalating climax, and I see one of the prop guys waiting to the right of me, his dick half erect and wanting. I get myself gathered and crawls on my knees to this guy – handsome enough. I take in my possibilities, and remember Monica's instructions to the guys – they should not cum during the blow job – it was to be saved for later in the contest. 

The heck; I'll have this one cumming before I'm through with him. So I start by lifting his cock up, and put my tongue to the base of his shaft, licking it all the way up to his head. I tilt my head and give him the best porn look I can muster, and he's rock hard. I slip his cock into my mouth, I know I can't do those sloppy deep throats, but I'm sure some of the other girls do, so I have to compensate. I take it in as far as I can, holding it there while my saliva gets running, and releases him with at string of saliva from his cock to my mouth. “Good girl” I says to myself, repeating the procedure. 

A couple of slopping thrusts, I thing I can see a pearl of precum in his little pee-hole. I put my tongue and taste it – yep, it's closing up, but not fast enough. So I fall back to my most proof-safe technique – lowering my head to take a testicle in my mouth, gently sucking on it, and then turn my head to carefully place a wet kiss on his asshole. I let my tongue run all along the tights skin between his hole and his balls, slowly circling his balls, before traveling my tongue all along his shaft to the head of his cock, and really diving down on him again. 

Well inside my mouth, I can feel and taste more for his precum, but no signs of ejaculation. I then feel my fingers still sloppy and oily after my show on the floor, and decides to raise the stakes. I take my fingers – thinking grateful of our enemas, and start massaging his asshole, before pushing past his sphincter and forcing my slick finger up his ass till it stops. Moving my finger I search for his prostate, going for a sure kill. 

I don't know if I hit it, but he moans and withdrawing from my mouth where I intend to keep him until he come. He pulls out, and tries to take a step back, also escaping my finger in his ass. “Hell, I'm not backing up, I'll make him come whether he likes it or not!” My thoughts are controlling my actions now, so I deliberately raise my finger that already has been inside both my and this guy's ass, and put it up to my face. I see a cameraman working on his camera, and make a fair guess that this moment is being shown with all sordid detail on the widescreen. 

I focus on the eyes of my guy, take a quick sniff on the finger – but already sure of the cleanness – before placing the finger between my lips and suck it in to the back of my throat. The audience roars with pleasure and encouragement. After a moment of savoring the taste, mostly of the lubricant anyway, I take it out, glistening of moisture. I crock with the finger at him, and as drawn by some powerful magnetism, he steps forwards again, and even spreads his leg a bit for me. 

I place my finger back up his ass, and go down again on his shaft, and take his balls in my free hand, caressing them. Bang, wham, and he's done. I grab his cock, and aims it to my breast – I find it sexy to let semen flow over my tits. Besides, it fits my final touch to ensure my advance in the contest – I slowly pulls my finger out of his asshole, feeling it trying to hold back. And with a lustful gaze into the camera, I leg the same finger scoop up a tiny slump of semen from my tit, and put it in my mouth. Yeah, look out for Ms. Nasty! Of course, another roar from the audience, I even thing I could single out Peter's voice "Go baby!".

I don't know what my fellow contestants after me did, I am sure to make it to round two. Monica aligns us on stage, to present the verdict on who's out and who's in. Before making the call, a cameraman is slowly advancing along the line of beautiful women. I can't help it, but make another bid for the victory by once again putting the finger to my face, and carefully placing it on my tongue, just as the cameraman direct his camera at me. Once again, I hear the acknowledgment of the audience, making me feel proud of my abilities to act naughty on stage. To girls' names are read out load, and they don't look too sad not having to go through the next rounds. Well, I want those big euros!

Monica takes us backstage giving us instructions for round two. For this round we are paired with another girl, and when I step forward to draw a name from a bowl, the paper says Diana. I turn around and see a smallish well fit girl with some oriental features step towards me.

"Hi, I'm Diana," she says, "and I don't want you to spoil my chances to those money!" 

I give her my most chilly look, and tell her not to worry, just be half as nasty as me, and we will beat the crap out of the other teams. 

"Remember," Monica interrupts, "being nasty is teamwork, and for the next two rounds you share the fate of your companion before the final test between the two girls of the nastiest team. Next round is just the two of you performing together, two teams competing on stage. The winning teams go to the semi-finals. Understood? By the way, before you enter the stage, you should discuss with your parter who is to be submissive..." 

I look at Diana, and she stares back. She's definitely not a natural submissive, but could probably do as a dominator. Peter and me had some times indulged in role play here at the club, and I think I'm quite good at it. So I take her to the side and says to her: 

"Listen, I'll be the submissive, but don't try any stupid tricks on me, or I'll call it off and we're both out of this". 

"How much can you handle then?" she asks impatient. 

Oh now, this is going to be hard! I take another approach and pull her against me, kissing her softly. She is confused, but I keep her body tight to mine, and whisper in her ear: 

"Do whatever you like to me, just do it with love and a little bit of respect. Don't do anything you wouldn't want me to do you, OK?" 

That said, I grasp her arm and place it on my pussy, still wet from the first round, and whisper: "Remember my clues: Ass, sloppiness and pleasure!" She flashes a smile to me, and I see that she is becoming more optimistic regarding her chances. She moves her hand a bit further down, winkles to me, and brushes my ass slightly with her fingertips. 

"Yeah, thats the way!" I whisper before Monica hurries on stage to the first duel with the other team. 

Back on stage, I see they have brought two of the constraining machines used during one of the earlier contest at the club. On small tables besides them, dildos in different shapes and sizes are placed out together with a small whip. My Goddess, is this really worth the ten grand? I look at Diana, almost hoping that she will back out, but she just smiles her lovely smile, guides me to the restrains, and says in a husky voice: 

"I'll give you the ride of your life, just hang on. And you're beautiful!" 

I hadn't given it much thought, but I was still bare naked and becoming obvious of the audience again. OK. Time to slip into my porn queen act again – my visions taking off again, laying down on the padded bench on the apparatus. 

To give you a picture of this constraining machine: It looks like a massaging bench, but a bit shorter, so when I lay down my ass is sticking out on the back end, and my tits are hanging free in the front as the bench narrows in the front. My feet is placed along a hinched bar, and secured by the ankles and over my knees with Velcro-bonding. My arms are fastened to the front legs of the bench in a similar fashion. Also, two Velcro constraints are fastened around my belly and just below my tits, really pressing me down on the bench. Laying there, I already feel quite vulnerable, but the worst is yet to come. 

While Monica starts to explain to the audience the nature of this next round, a low hissing tells be that the machine is starting up. A small motor is lowering the middle and front of the bench, forcing my ass upwards. At the same time the foot bars are being adjusted, to make sure my thighs are spread as wide as possible, making me feel my ass cheeks spreading and letting anyone interested having a great view to what is going to happen. 

"Now, let's see what these girls can do with this equipment!" Monica exclaims to the audience.

Monica leaves the stage, and the game is on again. I take another glance at the table, and discovers that they have deliberately or not, forgotten to offer lubricant to go along with the toys. I'm just happy I was already lubed up from the first round! 

Diana picks up a black dildo the size of a small cucumber, and looks at me, mouthing "Ass, sloppiness and pleasure!" I'm instantly afraid she'll try to get the bastard up my tight hole at once, but I see her place it down again, and in stead goes for a reasonably sized butt plug. Good thinking, I reason to my self, get the plug in place now, and we'll do the big thing when my ass has gotten a chance to adjust. 

Diana takes the plug, and starts to tease me, bringing it all along my ass creak and down to my pussy and up again. All the time I have great view to what I happening, the widescreen is in front of me, and now focusing on my behinds. To get the plug a little lubrication, she slowly puts it in my pussy, and yes! I'm not too proud to admit that I was getting into this situation! She doesn't let me have too long fun, before she starts to work it into my ass. 

The sensation is huge, immediately making me curse Monica for not offering more lube. But soon enough it's in place, just the base of the plug sticking out. I bet Peter is loving this sight, I tell myself. But Diana obviously knows that this is just plain sexy, not nasty, so she picks up the whip, and walks around the bench facing me. 

"Listen darling," she says, the microphones overhead picking up every word, "have you been playing with your ass today?" 

I slip into my submissive role, and lower my gaze, whispering "Yes.." 

"And made mess on your tits with the semen of a man I front of an whole audience?" 

No point in denying... "Yes..." 

"OK, you know what I have to do..." 

Ssswich, and the whip comes down on my tits. I feel it, and I know it has left a red trail crossing my tits, but she didn't make the whip snap – good for her! 

"You like that, don't you?" 

I look up at her, trying to put a sexy touch to my stare, and nod my head. Ssswich again. 

"You really like my whip! Here, taste it!" 

Nice touch, she presents the shaft of the whip to my face, and I respond by trying to take it in my mouth. She teases me a little while, moving the shaft so I can't get in in my mouth, before I finally get my lips around the leather shaft – bobbing my head a couple of times. 

Yeah, we're doing great, the only thing I hear from the other bench is abusive words, and when I tilted my head I saw a quite desperate attempt to push something too big into something too tight and dry – not very nasty nor sexy in my book! Diana retrieves the whip again, going behind the bench again, and begins to examine my pussy and ass, making approving small sexy noises. At last she says aloud: 

"Something missing – ahh! A couple of stripes will do the trick!" 

Ssswich ssswich. Mission accomplished. 

She then bends down, offering the audience a great view of her behind, and start kissing the marks from the whip. In process, she spreads my pussy lips and starts inserting the shaft of the whip into my pussy. All the way inside, she leaves it there for the rest of the show. 

Instead she focuses on the ass-and-sloppy part of our show. She pulls and pushes the butt plug a little in and out, all the time stretching my sphincter, still just heavenly pleasant. To add some more moisture to my tight ring, she puts her lip under the plug's base, and place a little saliva around the plug. I know, because it's shown in all detail on the widescreen! I let out a moan, part natural and part nasty girl moan. 

Diana looks up, and come to the front again. 

"Really! Do you have no shame! Do you like being licked on your asshole!" 

Well, doesn't every girl? 

"Very well. Let's see what you can do!" Diana continues without waiting for an answer.

Diana turns around, bends over grabbing her ass cheeks, placing her own ass centimeters from my face. It just smells like heaven – I must get hold of the lotion the waitress put on after our shave and enemas! 

Thinking of our preparation, I don't hesitate, but dives straight in, and start licking her behind, all the way from her pussy to the small of her back. I'm good at this, even trying to penetrate her little hole with my tongue. Diana sure didn't miss her naughty lessons in schools, and surprises even me by reaching back and putting a finger in my mouth. I get the drift, even becoming racing horny, guessing her coming actions. So I leave a lot of saliva on her finger – sloppy! - and have the perfect view of her pushing her finger up her ass. She works it around a little, before pulling it out again, waiting for me to lick her finger again. I do so, before taking it in my mouth again. Oh God, do I really get turned on by this? I was horny as hell! 

Slowly pulling out the butt plug and letting the camera-man get some good photo-opportunities, Diana takes a look around the table and me in a mock search for somewhere to place the plug. She look me in the eye, smiles crooked, and brings the plug to my face. 

“Open up for safe-keeping” she demands, and I know what's coming. 

I close my eyes and open my mouth, letting her put the butt plug in my mouth. With my body bound to the bench, and a plug in my mouth, it really isn't much acting I could do, so I settled with a little head-shaking to show that I am still into this. Diana however, has both hands and her mouth free, and gets everything in use in the project of getting the large black dildo up my ass. 

Looking up at the widescreen – the camera-man seems to have forgotten the other team, bless him – I see Diana start sucking the dildo in her mouth. Good, get it lubed up! She really gets into it, licking the dildo from the base to the tip, leaving glistening paths from her spit. Then I understand that I'll have some serious competition for the Miss Nasty title, as she begins to deep-throat the dildo. With nearly the entire length in her mouth and throat, she leaves it there for a couple of seconds, before slowly pulling the dildo out again. 

She bends over me, and places her head resting on my ass cheek. As the dildo leaves her lips, I can see that saliva is dripping from the dildo and her mouth, right down on my little rosebud. The whole length out in the open, it's glistening all over – and I send thankful thoughts to her considering, now it should be possible to get I inside my ass! She dives her head into my canyon, and smears the spit around my little hole, trying to get her tongue past the sphincter. 

When she is satisfied with her preparations, she let her head rest on my bum, and places the tip of the dildo on my asshole. First time trying anal sex, this was the worst part, now this is just heaven. The sensation of the dildo making a slight and growing pleasure drives med mad with anticipation and pleasure, and I'm not too proud to show that now, but with the butt plug still buried in my mouth, all I can do is a low moaning, and make bowel movements to ease the process. 

She gets the head past the tight ring, and start working it into me. Jeez, she can do this to me anytime! Some five centimeters later, the lube is wearing off, back home I would now grab my bottle of KY and hand it to Peter. Well, here's no KY or no Peter, so I bite harder into my plug, and fear the worst of it. No need, I forget what contest I'm in! Diana has already noticed that thing are not going smoothly, so she pulls out the dildo again, leaving me with a strong urge to get something back there quick. 

Still resting her head on my butt, I see her on the widescreen wrapping her lips around the shaft of the dildo, and taking it straight into her beautiful mouth. She repeats the routine of getting the dildo lubed up in the sexiest possible manner, and this time let even more saliva drip into my now more relaxed ring. I actually feel it dribble inside me, and my God that is a erotic sensation! I don't worry about the cleanness of the dildo, moving my tongue around the butt plug in my mouth. This is clean fun! 

Now it's time to get it down, and it slides easily into my ass, reaches the last stopping point in no time, before she has to apply more pressure. She grabs the whip – the handle still deep in pussy, and jerks it a bit, before starting to slide it out, giving more room the the dildo up my ass. In process she stroked my clit a couple of times, and that was all I could handle before I orgasmed in front of this audience – a big black dildo up my ass, butt plug in my mouth, and a whip now slowly fucking my pussy. The dildo fully inserted, I see that Diane turns a switch on the base of the dildo, and I realize it's actually a vibrator. The sensation in my ass, the whip-shaft fucking me, and Diana sending sexy looks at my butt, just brings me over the top – another climax almost making me choke on the plug in my mouth. 

On the widescreen, I see the producer is cutting in a camera on Peter, on first row, an even bigger grin on his lips. No wonder, Janice is swallowing his shaft, moving her hands in a revealing manner under his balls – lucky bastard is getting the same treatment as my first guy on stage! Realizing our time soon will be up, Diana starts unplugging me, removing first the whip – I can't see her, but the slurping sounds give the picture of what she is doing before putting it back on the table. 

Then she starts pulling at the dildo, letting it glide the full length a couple of time, before finally letting my ass go. She turns off the vibrator, and whispers to me:

“Let's bring this thing home!” 

I couldn't help but feel that we already had, but anything to be sure. She comes in front of the table, gets down on her knees in front of me, and waits till the camera-man has repositioned himself to capture the money-shot. 

She tells me to open my mouth, making the plug drop to the floor, then presents the dildo upright between our mouths and noses. I get the drift, and start licking the shaft – out tongues occasionally meeting, and make the best to put on a look of sheer lust and joy, which in fact is not very difficult! Diane ends the cleaning process by letting me take the toy in my mouth – in a rush I wish that I too could deep-throat it, and do my best. Finally, of course, Diana slides the thing all the way in her mouth, before taking it out, showing it triumphantly to the audience. Roar! 

After I'm released from my restraints, I turn to look at our competitors, seeing them sitting on the bench, obviously having watched the end of our show. One girl still has her hand down in her pussy, the other girl looking pissed, there won't be any prize for her! We take the audience's applause, before heading backstage. 




Erotica Club



While waiting for the next round, we peek into the stage, seeing the other teams picking up our theme – lots of ass licking, and creativity in the way of devouring each other firm bodies. I thing I discover the winning team, when the dominatrix of the team shoves an double-ended dildo half way up her ass, and straddles in front of the girl tied up on the bench, inviting her to take the other end in her mouth. She does, and I also mean to see a happy smile on her, probably in the prospect of still having a chance to get hold of the ten grand. She is a skilled oral girl, and doesn't seem to have any problems to get her lips to meet her friends asshole. 

“Couldn't have done it better ourselves,” Diana whispers to me. 

Remembering the lack of lube, I suggest to Diana that we do a little extra preparation for the semi-finals, it look like this could be a close race in naughtiness. So we sneak back into the dressing-room, finds the bottle of lubricant and go to work. 

“Just take loads of the stuff,” I says to Diana, “work it up your butt, and while you are there, try to loosen up your ass a little!” 

I already feel loose enough, after my show on the bench, and just concentrat on getting my tight canal as sloppy as possible. Diana has lain down on a sofa, now lifting her legs grasping her cute ass, and started working one, two and finally three fingers in and out of her rosebud. 

Monica come in as we finished our little workout, and hustles us back on stage, along with two of the prop men. 

“You thought you were clever wearing that first guy out, didn't you? Well I've got a surprise for you – you now have to make him cum again – or you are out together with your friend Diana!” Monica says.

Diana flashes me smile, saying “No worry lady, we will see to it!” I grab hold of Mark, the prop, and tell him: 

“Listen, big guy, your in for the treat of your life now. But don't you dare any abusive stuff yourself – no bad words or hair pulling – understood?” 

He nods, knowing from our previous round that this really could be his moment. 

“And by the way,” I says, “remember this is Miss Nasty, so concentrate on our asses, will you?” 

He doesn't reply, but the happiness glowed all around him...

Back on the stage we give the double-dildo girls a quick nod, before getting at it without wasting more time. During the intermission, Diana and I have laid out a little strategy to show for the world who is the nastiest happiest women in the room. We go down standing on our knees side by side, so that we can reach behind each other and start caressing our asses. Diana's hands are still sloppy from the lube – so sloppy I understand she has smuggled a handful lube on stage, and make my buttocks glisten I no time. I make a hint with my head to get Mark positioned in front of us, with a marvelous view to our breast. As I slip his half erect cock in my mouth, I feel Diana's finger probe my ass. What a timing! I respond in the same way, feeling her ass open easily to my finger.

Slowly finger fucking our butts, we take turns on sucking Mark's member, letting the other lick and caress his balls. We have him on alert in no time, and I say to Diana in my most husky voice, load enough to be picked up by the microphones: 

“Your finger is wonderful, but I think I need something bigger...” 

Mark get the cue word, and moves behind me. I go down on my elbows, lifting my ass as far up as I could. Mark makes no attempt at foreplay, and introduces my ass to his swollen cock. 

Again, this wonderful sensation of the pressure on my asshole, really I love it! Knowing his cock was slick from the mouth of Diana, I let out a wimp of happiness as he starts his exploration of my ass. Diana creeps on her knees in front of me, presenting her lovely ass to me, sticking to the routine we had agreed upon. I steal a glance sideways to the double-dildo-girls, and to my annoyance, I see them mimicking our play – jeez, where has everyones imagination gone? Not losing time, I start running my tongue along her creek, trying to balance the show with the need of keeping the lube in place. 

With his cock fully in place, it's getting difficult to rationalize, so I drift along with my pleasure, feeling a sudden need of feeling and tasting her ass – until now I never knew that these needs existed! So I slide two finger in her ass, letting my thumb play with her tiny clit, before putting them in my mouth, smiling as I taste the sweet taste of the lube – nice touch Monica! 

Getting back to our script, Diana says in a complaining voice: 

“This is not fair, I want a bit of his cock too!” 

She raises, and straddles my back, letting her ass rest on mine, and presses her tits into my back.

“Give it to me, Baby!” she moans – I didn't give her that line! 

Mark is not difficult to ask, looking down at to gorgeous asses waiting for his prick while projected on the widescreen. He gets his dick inside Diana's waiting asshole, and starts doing the man-thing – in and out in a steady pace. Not wanting the audience or judges bored my mechanical sex – I turn my head looking him in the eyes, and tell him: 

“She tastes so sweet, let me have another taste, please?” 

He obliges, and walks (a bit sheepish!) in front of us, letting me first have my taste and then lets Diana deep-throat him again. We do the same routine again, this time him fucking my ass and then present it to Diana. I had seen this routine on a porn movie Peter once brought home, really hesitating before asking me if I wanted to see it. Looking at the cover I understood, it depicted a similar situation that Diana and I now was performing. But we did watch it, it made me horny but a bit embarrassed, but now I was just happy for the inspiration. I look up at Diana - I can't believe this woman, I always thought a dick down my throat was a turnoff, but she gets into it. Good for us!

Getting his cock in my mouth, I discover to my dread that his dick is not as hard as it should be – could he be letting us down? I whisper to Diana in between sucking his dick: 

“Change of plans, we have to make sure he really comes!” 

Diana agrees, and I form a Plan B on the spot, telling Diana:

“Lay down on your back, Diana, and rest your head on the pillows.” 

I took the pillows we had used to not destroy our knees, and placed them under her head. Mark was sweating, and his dick rapidly loosing shape. 

“Now get down on your knees above her head, bend over, and fuck her mouth!” Jeez, language please! 

Mark did as told, giving everyone a nice view of his newly shaved and cleansed ass all balls. Someone told me that only girls in this position could possible be erotic, now I surely disagreed! Knowing what has to be done, I kneel besides him, put a finger in my mouth to get it wettened, and go to work. I slide my finger down his bud, until I once again tries to find his prostate. Trying to get into the rhythm of Mark and Diana, I wrap my mouth around his tongue, still rotating my finger. In this position I can see Mark's cock in Diana's mouth, and no doubt – it's bigger now and still growing! Triumphantly I inserts another finger, getting better angle to caress his most private love spot, and even remembers to wriggle my ass happily as we drive the poor guy back to a throbbing hard on. 

Suddenly, Diana tilts her head back, mumbling “Oh now! He's too close – get back to script!” 

I set him free, again making a show to the camera with my lustful sucking on my – totally clean! - fingers. Diana is however in a hurry, having felt his first signs of climaxing. She actually slaps my ass to get my attention, and as I turn around, I see she already is back in script, on her knees, spreading her ass with her hands towards the audience, and instructing Mark to get his dick back where it belongs – deep in her ass. 

Mark has picked up a couple of thing from our exhibitionism, and carefully avoids to block the view for the audience and the camera by placing himself a little to the side. I know what to do now, but feel a sudden reluctance. The cum shot on the video scene was the guy fucking one girls ass, with the other girls waiting mouth resting besides the stretched asshole. A guy thing, I thought, and looked really close to abuse. But just an half hour ago, Diana did nearly the same thing with the dildo in my ass, and fuck! - I didn't mind, I wanted the money, and for Christ's sake – I was having a good time! 

So I rest my head on her soft ass, putting on that wanton expression on my face, and look up into Mark's eyes. He's breathing hard, but manage to pull out of Diana's ass, and I give the camera another smile as I slip the sweet-tasting cock in my mouth. Before he has the chance of exploding, I lovingly places his cock against Diana's asshole, and help him enter her once again. He immediately start shivering, and let out I primal scream as I see his cock pulsing, and shooting the first stream into Diana's ass. I let him shoot two more powerful shots, and according to plan, I pull him out to let the last drops of sperm dribble on her ass. Well, Mark hasn't read the script! As I release him from Diana's warm ass, he starts shooting even more powerful shots in the air, at least one of them hitting my face and hair. Improvising, I raise my head and guides the next shots at my tits, and in a haze I even stick out my tongue to catch his final spurt. Wow. 

I steal a glance at the widescreen, partly hoping to see my messy face and partly hoping it was blank, instead I see the double-dildo-girls licking up and down the shaft of their guy's dick, and then one of them leans over the other girl's back to lick up some cum on her ass cheeks.

Fuck. All this, and then being beaten by some mimicking girls – no way! I turn to Marks dick again, still semi-hard, and place it back on Diana's now soft ring. He moans with pleasure, feeling the warmth of her ass together with his own sperm, and slides it in and out a couple of times. I take control again, and leads his dick into my mouth – thinking about the money and the returning butterflies in my stomach. Feeling Diana start caressing my cunt, I forget the money, and climax and for the following seconds just let my purest nasty instincts take it's own course. I use Mark's now soft cock to massage the cum in my face into my skin, I make him spoon up cum from Diana's creek and take it in my mouth again – never wanting this to end. 

Feeling the pleasure only a woman can give another woman, I forget Mark and start licking the sperm from her back, her ass cheeks and her creek. Just to make it go on, I start fingering Diana's pussy, making her shiver, and finally with a deep lust in my wound, I show two fingers into her asshole. My good. Part of me can't believe I'm doing this, but the rest of me just pushes me on – I pull my fingers out, messy with Marks cum, and start sucking on it. Back in her asshole, into my mouth, I go on and on, having a faint feeling that Diana had started to eat my ass out in a similar way, without the dressing... 

The sound of Peter's voice brings me back. I feel I'm reddening – last time I blushed was in my teen ages, but I hope the sweat and bodily fluids will not reveal it. 

“What do you think of your wife's performance – does she have a chance to go all the way?” Monica's voice is on the speakers. 

This is too much. Peter is being interviewed on my nastiness! 

“Of course, “ Peter replies, “if she has made up her mind, nothing will stop her. Besides, she is the most wonderful and beautiful lady known to mankind!” 

I redden more, glad that the camera is on Peter, loving him even more. 

“Last and final round!” Monica is back on stage. She gathers Diana and me on one side, and the DD-girls on her other, and raises our hands – boxing-like. Mega roar! Not giving me and Diana any chance of rest, she presents four new guys, and I immediately get the picture. No need of further explanation. Oh yeah. Double penetration, switching places between fucking my ass and letting me suck them – I know the drill. I'll even through in the occasional ass lick and fingering. 

“OK, “ I said to my guys, “we'll do this right. Say hallo to the coming Miss Nasty, but remember – treat me with love and respect, or I won't lick your pretty assholes!” 

They smile, and gave me a bottle of lube - “It's on the house!” 

So I start making a show of my preparing to take on these two guys, letting everybody in the room understand that I can pull this off. Looking over to Diana, she is already sitting on one guy's dick, slurping the other in her mouth lustfully. Seeing her take his cock all the way to his balls, I know this can be a close race. Seeing her fingering his ass and then include the fingers in her sucking routine, I understood it could be more than difficult.

So I decide to start at the top, and take it away from there. Asking my guys to get down and present their asses to me, I bend down myself and once again awards the audience with an excellent view of my behinds. I reach back, and start fingering myself. Pussy is not going to do the trick here, I know, so I forcefully ram my fingers up my ass. No problem. Then I start giving my guys their best time, running my tongue all the way from the small of their backs down to the tips of their rock hard cocks. 

I don't want to bore the judges, so I quickly get the guys to do me in my ass and mouth simultaneous, switching places at intervals skipping the double penetration. I hope I'm doing well, but I'm to busy looking lustful and nasty to check out on Diana. But one of my props, George, suddenly start to ejaculate. Oh now – too soon, what a prick! He shoots his load up my ass, and as opposed to Mark, there really is just a few drops of sperm landing on my ass when he pulls his dick out. Nothing much to play around with. I have to do the best of it, reach back and scoops up the few drops, let it drip off my finger to my tongue, before bringing the finger into my ass in search of more. 

I know I have to make this sloppy, hearing the lustful grunts from Diana and her men. So I give myself the same treatment as Diana got from me just minutes ago, but I really can't make my fingers look very sloppy – what a pitiful load... I make the other guy replace the first in my ass, so I can use his cock to reach further inside my ass. He brings it back to me, an I lick him clean. And tragically, this is too much for my other guy. Realizing this, still on my knees, I turn my attention to him. Just as I see his dick spasm, I shove a finger up his ass, knowing a stimuli in there can increase the amount of sperm. And luckily, it seems to work, I know I have to go for the worst, so I let him spray my face shooting string after string aiming for my waiting mouth. 

Holding him tight in his ass, caressing his balls, and feeling the sperm in my face dripping on my tits, I become aroused – really aroused – horny as hell! I can't help it, but picturing myself in full control over this man, having thrown aside all inhibitions to get the prize, I feel great. So I look him in the eye, smiling, and take his cock back into my mouth before releasing him. Yes, I'm happy! In this lustful haze, I manage to turn around and take a look at Diana performance. My cheek drop. Wow. I can't believe what my eyes tell me. She has in some sordid way made the two guys engage in an good ass fuck – an not Monica's ass! Of course this happens at the club, but most men won't admit to be able to do this kind of thing. Monica herself has placed her mouth around the cock that is sliding in and out of the lubed up asshole of the other guy. This is not fair – why did she get those studs?

Desperately I turn back to my prop men, examine their cocks and balls, realizing that nothing will wake these cock again tonight. I look hard at the one who came first. He turns his stare down, and mumbles:

“Listen lady. I'm sorry I screwed up – but you at too lovely.” 

He looked as he wanted to say more, so I tell him to go on. 

“If you really need that prize, perhaps I could help you. My balls are empty, but I do have a full bladder...” he croaks.

I looked at him shocked! 

“Is that what you call respect! Do you actually suggest that you relieve yourself on me?” 

He nods shamefully. 

I can't believe this! I take a look at my lucky friend Diana who now is struggling to control the standing guys enormous orgasm, making her face and tits sloppy as hell. Ass, sloppiness and lust, I think, regretting I had told her the formula. Fuck it, I'm already a mess! Still standing on my knees, I grab hold of my tits, presenting them to my blushing prop guy. 

“Do it!” I hiss at him. 

He looks down at me, surprised, and takes his dick in hand directing it to my torso. 

“But not on my face, understood?” I whisper harshly. 

He nods, and start concentrating. 

In the few seconds before I see his pee hole widening, I send a mental apology to the cleaning lady – jeez, what am I doing? The first few drops drips down on his tows, before a steady stream of luke-warm liquid start spraying my chest and tits. He guides it up and around my body, and all of it seems to run down my shaved cunt – oh my Goooood! I'm getting into this! Fuck! Fuck! I see my other guy present his limb dick towards me, and I nod him along. Just as the first stream slows down, another one start tickling my tits. Oh what the hell! Let's do this properly – and I tell him in a real husky voice: 

“Upwards!” 

He lifts his cock, letting the stream caress my neck before I close my eyes and feel the all new sensation of getting my face and hair spayed with lovely soft liquid. It goes on and on, and as the stream seem to diminish, I let everything go, and open my mouth letting the last stream fill my mouth. 

Closing my mouth again, his fluids runs down my cheek and I am sure I feel those drops all the way over my nipples and stroking my lusting clit. Half-crazy with lust, I grab both my guys cocks to give them a last deep kiss in my mouth – almost feeling friendly to the wimps! I'm pulled out of my trance by a single clapping hands in a dead silent room. It's Monica giving me her approval, before cheers break out in the audience. I take a look along the aisles, and understand why nobody is giving applause, all hands are busy down in their crotches or fondling and stroking their neighbors. I'm a hit – and ten grand richer, I know for sure, as I see Monica approaching me with swollen lips and a wet spot on her undies. Handing me a bath-robe, she declares the winner – me! Mega roar again! 

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“That was incredible!” Peter look at me with unknown love in his stare. We are getting some fresh air and a post-sex cigarette outside the club. 

“Yeah.” I said flatly, “strange things happen inside ones head during sex – not at least yours! But do you still love me when I tell you that I gave four thousand to Diana – after all she was my partner!”

“Heck, I'd love you for what you did, as long as you feel good about it. Frankly, if you want, I'll pay to have an encore!” Peter replays smiling. 

What a world, I think. I'll never understand men's fantasies, but what the hell – I have had men obeying me all night, and mesmerized an whole audience, having good orgasms – that can't be too bad. Even stranger – a world where you can lick peoples love buds and let them relieve themselves on your body indoors, but still have to go outdoors to have your cigarettes. 

So long!



Erotica Guide to Teasing



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A Couples Guide To Erotic Teasing

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Many couples enjoy playing erotic teasing games to add some extra fun into their sex lives. Teasing games are great way to add some variety to your regular routine which also has the benefit of increasing the sexual tension between two lovers. Every couple is a little different in when and how they choose to play 'teasing games' but for many, it is a fun, additional part of their sex lives that can be played when they are both in the mood. When my wife and I choose to write this guide we hoped that spending some time to write down what we've learned would help introduce new couples to the basic ideas of erotic teasing. We hope that you enjoy it as much as we do, as an erotic adventure to take together. 

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Creating The Tease

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To begin to understand the basics of erotic teasing, it helps to first understand what is a tease. Webster's Dictionary defines a tease as:

"To arouse hope, desire, or curiosity in someone without affording satisfaction."

In other words, in order to tease your partner, you must arouse some uncertain hope on their part that they will get to have sex and that they will get to achieve an orgasm. So specifically teasing is not about just putting off sex for long periods of time. That is detachment, which is a negative situation and isn't at all the goal of teasing. Teasing is creating a situation where his orgasm is unpredictable for him. This unpredictability is what creates an erotic tension between lovers. So you should tease your lover regularly and often, even if just for a minute or two, or just enough to get him hard and then walk away. He will be unsure of when you plan to go all the way, and when you will stop, and this will intensify his desire to orgasm. 

Of course, the most direct way of teasing him is to frequently bring him close to the brink of orgasm, which is delicious for both partners, and makes him that much more hopeful this time could be the one where he is able to get off. It is through this unpredictable nature of the orgasm that his hope and desires are increased. And as his desire is increased, so too is his motivation to please you, in the hope that if you are sufficiently pleased, than you will finally allow him some satisfaction as well.

You will find that the more time that you spend teasing him, the more time he will spend trying to please you in return. This is where the fun and play come into teasing games between lovers.

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The Science Of Why It Works

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So why not just allow him satisfaction every time? Wouldn't that make him happier, and also bring the couple closer together? To really understand the answer to this question, it helps to remember Pavlov's dogs, a famous experiment in behavioral conditioning.

Pavlov was able to prove that consistently providing for basic needs at regular predictable intervals actually decreases the dog's desire to seek that need, since that dog knows that the need will always be routinely met. With his needs met, the dog doesn't need to spend energy in seeking to have that need met, and likewise the desire for that need goes down. We never appreciate that which we take for granted. Likewise, the same is also true for consistently withholding a need, in that all hope of ever satisfying that need is abandoned, and so the dog's desire to seek the unattainable need gives way to apathetic hopelessness if unsatisfied for too long.

But, Pavlov proved that the dog's desire for a need is greatest, and the energy spend seeking that need is greatest, when satisfaction of that need is uncertain. Even after the dog has just had this need met, he will sooner begin trying to meet that need again, since the dog can never be sure when that need will ever be met again.

This brings us back to the original question, and the entire point of erotic teasing, which is that, the excitement of a teasing game is based upon the unpredictability of the orgasm, and the increased desire and efforts the 'teased person' puts forth to achieve the unpredictable orgasm from their partner.

As a final result, the teased man is spending more time and attention on his woman because his woman is spending more time and attention on teasing him. As you can see, both lovers are spending more time and attention on each other, which builds a closer, stronger relationship, and this is the ultimate benefit of playing erotic teasing games with your lover. 

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But Does He Really Want Me To Say No?

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To answer this simply, if he has asked you to tease him, then yes he wants you to deny him as well. 

It's worth mentioning this again, because, especially for a couple that is new to erotic teasing, if he's agreed to teasing and denial, he wants both the tease part and the denial part. One without the other does not work. It also does not work if during your play time you ask him if he wants to cum. This is because, if you were to ask this, then you are just giving the control of when he gets to orgasm back to him. If you ask, then he can get gratification whenever he wants which is the opposite of teasing and not what he wanted when he asked to play a teasing game.

This can be hard for people who are new to teasing to understand because they want to make their partner happy, and they might be afraid that telling him "No cumming!" isn't going to make him happy. But remember that giving in to his need to cum when he asks does not create any tease at at all. It's helpful to remember this fact especially when he is trying to convince you in 'that moment' when he is close to his orgasm.

Some have said that, the point in time where you take the control of his orgasm away from him, is the point in time he has been hoping for all along. It's the point at which you over-ride his immediate desires and you make things unpredictable for him. Once you do this a few times you will see how much it increases the sexual tension between the two of you and where it starts to get fun. Most men who are into teasing games, deep down want you to take control of their orgasms and own them. The only way to do this is for you to exercise your power over his orgasm by saying "no" now and then, unpredictably. 

Lastly, while it may be difficult, don't feel guilty about saying "no", if he didn't really want to be teased, he wouldn't have asked for it in the first place. So, no matter what he says when his cock is hard and his balls are blue, tell him "No" and learn to love saying it. You are fulfilling his wishes, he will love you for it, and you both will enjoy a lot of fun. 

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A Time To Cum

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Most couples find that they need to have very good communication to make make teasing games work. He should learn that as he finds himself getting close to the point of no return, he should announce that he is 'close'. This gives you the opportunity to decide "Not yet" or "Cum for me". By waiting until this very last moment to announce your decision, you maximizes his hope and uncertain yearning.

So what's a good schedule for his orgasms?

Well, the whole point of the tease is that the length of denial must be unpredictable, and therefore unscheduled. At the same time, it's still useful to remember, ultimately, that people still enjoy a great orgasm, so use that desire to your advantage.

Vary the frequency of his orgasms from multiple times a day (yes, even occasionally forcing him to get it up and cum again even when he doesn't feel like it), all the way up to making him wait a few weeks or more, and everywhere in between. Alternatively, she can occasionally make him cum at the very start of the day without any teasing at all, just to add to the unpredictability of it all. The most important thing though is not to get into a predictable schedule our routine. Keep him guessing and you will both love it. 

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Limiting His Masturbation

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Once you and your partner have the basics of a teasing game established, you will both learn that it only really works when you have complete control over when he is able to orgasm. It follows that a teasing game does not work if he is able to masturbate whenever and where ever he wants. So to take erotic teasing to a new level you and your partner need to discuss his masturbation habits during the times when you are playing the game.

For most couples there are two ways of limiting his masturbation during your teasing periods, one is the "honor system" where you both agree that he will not masturbate on his own. The second option is to make this agreement more physically by having him wear a temporary anti-masturbation device known as a chastity belt. 

Both methods result in the teased man giving up control and not being able to cum on his own, making him entirely dependent on you to allow him to cum. This creates a very erotic tension and a more powerful tease for him.

If you use the honor system method, and you agree to accept his promise not to cum without your permission, it's helpful to have a specific reminder of that pledge, like a ring, a bracelet, or a necklace, that you wear to remind him of his promise when he see's it on you. This is especially true if teasing and denial games are something the couple only play on and off. He will know when you wear the symbol that he can't touch himself without your permission, and likewise, when she removes the symbol, that their relationship is back in a "normal" mode. 

For some couples the 'promise' method may not be good enough or very effective. Most men won't have the self control to stay 'good' in those times where all he can think about is cumming. The promise is broken and the game is ruined if he sneaks off by quickly masturbating to satisfy himself. Most all people masturbate regularly and Men in particular find that it is a hard habit to break. 

Because of this some couples skip past the "pledge method" and resort to a more physical method of preventing masturbation by using a male chastity belt. In our opinion, such devices should be used for teasing fun, and are not seriously practical for long-term uninterrupted wear, but every couple will experiment with what works well for them. 

There are a lot of options of chastity belts on the market, from more comfortable silicon models like the 'holy trainer' model to more secure options made of steel like the 'Jail Bird' from mature metal. These belts work for most but there are also more secure options made with a belt like the 'Love Jail' which will prevent the man from pulling out of the back of the cage when he is soft. 

There is also something very symbolic about a chastity belt that regularly reminds him of her presence and her control over his pleasure and penis. For both him and her, there's also nothing more of a turn on than that palpable "click" of a lock to help make the game more fun for both the teaser and the teased. Plus if you wear the key to his belt on a necklace or on a bracelet, your partner will be constantly reminder of your control when he see's the key. 

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So How Long Is Too Long?

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As far as prolonged denial, lasting over a month should be a rarity for several reasons. Normally a man would masturbate to meet his biologic needs if a relationship wasn't getting him there, but in a teasing game, that is not allowed. So in this setting, his orgasms are not just her privilege, but in some respects they are her responsibility as well.

By the same token, knowing that she would never make him go for a long time without coming removes some of the uncertainty for him and makes his orgasm schedule more predictable. So she may find it necessary to delay him for an extended period of a few weeks or a month at some points just to establish that she "can" if she wants to. Having done that a few times, will remind him that she's made him wait a long time before, and this in itself will be a good trigger to keep his desperation high, and his arousal intense. 

One way to figure out his limits are to talk about how long he thinks he could go between orgasms. Once you get a time frame let him know that you respect it, but that you may triple this time, if you choose. This usually is much more then what a man expects and will really keep him guessing. 

Remember, that hope is the foundation of the erotic tease! If she's particularly cruel, she could make him suffer through a long period with lots of teasing time, only to end that frustrating stretch of time with just a super quick orgasm. Wouldn't that be just scandalous?

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So What's a Girl To Do?

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So she's not going to let him cum for a while, and intercourse becomes more challenging because he will likely cum in minutes, if not seconds, when you do have sex. So what is a girl to do sexually in the meantime?

Easy, let him worship you, all over your body, and especially downstairs. 

During a teasing game, he will be worked up and ready to do almost anything to please you. You should remind him that his focus should be all about you and satisfying your pleasure. So take advantage of this and enjoy yourself during these times and ask him to do whatever makes you happy both emotionally and sexually. 

This could be giving you a bath, painting your toes, kissing you from head to foot, or giving you a long massage. Let him kiss your breasts, and bring you to as many orgasms as you like by using his tongue and his hands. You can always pleasure yourself and make him watch which will also make him super horny. All the while, she should enjoy that his hard-on rages unsatisfied, because that erection is his body's sign that her pleasure makes him happy as well. So if the mood strikes, she should feel free to lift up her skirt to enjoy some spontaneous pussy licking, some unexpected breast suckling, or his hand on her body, even if it doesn't go much further, simply because she enjoys his attentions. 

Some women will miss the feel of him inside of her but with a little creativity this too can be part of the game. Use a desensitizing lubricant and a condom to take the feeling out of it for him or simply have him use a dildo on you until you reach that climax that you desire.

While giving you pleasure, He will enjoy focusing on her, and he will love when he gets to touch her body. He will also get great satisfaction in giving her as many of her own orgasms as often as she pleases. When his focus is on you, it will help remind him of how much your pleasure is imporant to him. 

This intimacy is very freeing to both partners, she should enjoy telling her man exactly what she wants, and he is free to focus only on her pleasure without being distracted by his own. Remember "tease times" are 'her' times, so enjoy them to the fullest because it is all about you! 

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Other Benefits

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Even if you aren't doing things related to sex, she'll notice his enthusiasm for her and his interest in her will be way up. He'll be hoping that she notices his efforts, and that she'll show her appreciation by finally letting him to cum with her at some point. Now, doesn't that sound exactly like things were when you were first dating?!

It's important to understand that she's not using a teasing game as a means to AVOID sexual interaction with him, which wouldn't be any fun at all, and isn't even a tease. Remember a tease does not have to be 'sex' it can be lots of ways that she might arouse him which can be as simple as saying something dirty in his ear to flirting with him in an everyday setting. 

All the same, it's still fun to regularly tease and arouse him directly as well, just to build the sexual tension even further. Maybe she'll get a kick out of stimulating him, even many times a day, right up to the brink of an orgasm, to give him the hope that this time he may be allowed to cum. Occasionally she might just rub his cock until it's hard, and then let that be the end of it for a while. She could even let him inside of her for just a few seconds in some spontaneous place or time, just to remind him how wonderful her body feels, and to remind him what he's missing out on. The more spontaneous and unpredictable the tease, the greater the sexual tension becomes.

All in all, however he is teased, it is his yearning that gives him the desire to please her and make her happy, and that is what she should do during these times... take advantage of this desire and enjoy his attention.

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Head Games Can Be Fun

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Because you control the unpredictability of his orgasm, when it comes to actually deciding if he gets to cum that day or not... she can simply decide for herself if "today is the day or not". This will be empowering for her, and puts his pleasure at her mercy, which is motivation for him to be sure she is pleased that day.

But maybe she doesn't want to be the one responsible for his disappointment when she says "no". Or maybe she still feels guilty for making this decision even though this is "what he wanted". A simple solution to these feelings is to use an alternative way of deciding when he orgasms other then just her choice. 

For example you could use anything from a flip of the coin, which is unpredictable enough, to a dice throw, or a card draw, to decide if today is the day. Regardless of the method you can take the decision out of it and leave it up to chance. 

The more creative she is in deciding his fate, the more unpredictable the situation will be for him. Change the rules from time to time. For example you may say, I know today was your day but I've decided that make it tomorrow.......maybe. 

But as with all things, everything in moderation, The couple can also decide to stop playing a tease game altogether for periods of time and the couple will switch back into "normal" mode for a while. She can have fun by reintroducing a tease game at any time by springing a new set of rules on him as he nears the brink of what he thought would be a regular orgasm.

Remember... unpredictability is the name of the game for teasing and denial, and soon you'll both be as giddy and infatuated as you both were when he first started to go out and date.

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A Few Games To Have Fun With When You Play

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One popular teasing game uses colored marbles which are drawn out of a pouch. A white marble means he is able to cum, a blue marble means he must wait. The woman will draw a marble each night (without showing him) and will tell him how she would like to be pleasured that night. When she has had enough, she will bring him close to orgasm and then when he is on the edge, she will let him know the color of the marble that she picked. If the marble is white he is allowed to cum but if it's blue he must wait until tomorrow for his next chance. The frequency of his orgasms is determined by the ratio of white to blue marbles in the pouch. After a marble is picked it is removed so that his odds get better as time goes on. There are lots of fun variations of this game where she can add or remove marbles based on his behavior, or if she has cum, or just because she chooses to change the odds.

Another game is to play the 6 senses game. (Touch, Taste, Sight, Speak, Smell, and Hear). On the first day do everything to arouse him through touch. Let him massage you, let him feel your body and play with the sense of touch. On the second day let him taste you and kiss you all over. On the third day take away his sight or don't allow him to see your body at all. On the fourth day talk dirty to him and read erotic stories. On day five wear your most erotic perfume, let him smell you everywhere but don't let him touch you at all, and on day 6 let him hear your play with yourself while being blindfolded. By day 7 he will be so aroused that he should be putty in your hands. You get to decide what's next or you can leave it to chance. 




Erotica Guide to Teasing



If you are experimenting with a chastity belt a very fun game is the 'magic number' game. At the start of the game, you write a number down, which is the number of days until he can cum. Once you figure out your number (don't tell him) you will put it into a sealed envelop. The rule is that he, at any time during the game, can ask you to open the envelope. If the number you wrote down is less then the number of days that have passed he is allowed to cum. But If not, you get to choose a new number and the game starts again. He will both be left guessing about the number you picked and also fully in control of his own fate which will put him in quite a mental fix. During the game, you can have fun trying to convince him to open the envelope up early, or tease him so much that he just must open the envelope. The possibilities are endless but you can be sure that his attentions will be on you. 

Another popular game uses beans, over which, she has an "unfair" control. He starts each Monday with five beans, and throughout the week he can 'earn' more beans by doing nice things for her. During the week, if you decided to play with each other sexually, he must pay some beans in order to cum. The fun part is, as he nears his orgasm, she gets to decide how many beans that orgasm will cost him. This game gives him some sense of control, since he must decide for himself if her price is worth it or not, but ultimately she has an unfair advantage, since she sets the price. The game ends on Sunday, when an orgasms always cost just one bean. If he makes it to Sunday he is almost guaranteed to have an orgasm but if he has no beans left, he doesn't get to take advantage of Sunday's discounted orgasms, either. This gives her some incentive to tease him into enough desperation that he gives up all his beans at a much higher price early in the week.

The last game is an easy one to play with your partner, it's called "Secret mission" - She thinks of a nice thing that she wants him to do for her. It could be anything from rubbing her feet to cooking her a specific meal, but she does not tell him what that thing is. Then she tells him that he is not allowed an orgasm until he completes the secret mission. He will pamper her in any way he can think of until he does the right thing. Once a day, either in the morning or at night, the couple will do a "Mission Check" She will stroke his cock until he tells you he is close to cumming. If he has completed his mission in that day she rewards him with an orgasm. If not, she should just let him go and tell him to get dressed or to go to bed.

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In The End

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Have fun with the times that you and your lover are playing teasing games. Take control and enjoy your sexuality and when you play teasing games let him enjoy it too. We sincerely hope that this guide has provided some fun ideas for your to explore with your lover. We hope you enjoy it as much as we do.



Erotica in the AM



The sunlight filters through the curtains as I stretch and open one eye. Groaning at the unwanted intrusion, I sit up and rub my eyes, casting a glance at you lying next to me... still sleeping, looking so peaceful and boyish. Faintly I smile, remebering the passion of the night before, knowing how deep our desire pulled us... together... spiraling toward a climax we could only know with each other. 

Slipping from the bed taking care not to wake you, I softly pad out of the room and downstairs. I start a pot of coffee and walk out to the patio... it's such a lovely sunny spring day. I inhale the aroma of freshly mowed grass and feel wonderfully content. 

Suddenly I feel your arms come around my waist and it makes me jump, only for a moment, then I smile. You turn me around as gaze deep into my eyes, the black clouds of last night's passion replaced by the twinkling blue I love so much. We stand there together, your arms holding me close, resting underneath my breasts... your head resting atop my own... just watching the sunrise together. 

Slowly you turn me to face you... caressing my face with your palms... trailing your fingertips over my lips to part them slightly. Leaning into me, you slide the tip of your tongue across my lips... nibbling lightly... smiling... easing your tongue inside to touch mine. Slowly and gently twisting your tongue with mine... moaning softly as you pull me close, pressing your body up against me, your arms circling my waist... moving up my back and then down again to cup my ass. 

You break the kiss, tenderly picking me up in your arms and carrying me back upstairs. After you lower me onto the bed, you untie my robe... gently parting it and pulling it from my shoulders. Your head dips to press soft kisses along my creamy shoulders, my neck, and down the valley between my breasts. Arching my back and moaning softly, I wind my fingers into your hair... pulling you toward my nipples, now straining for your touch. 

You cup my breast now, squeezing gently before lowering your lips to my nipple, taking it between your teeth, nibbling... slowly teasing... erotically sending sensations through my body... the heat traveling between my legs is so intense. You notice my eyes closed, my face flushed with pleasure, and you whisper to me... "open your eyes and watch me". 

I do as I'm told, locking my gaze with yours as you bend to my nipple again... driving me wild... my fingers wildly coursing through your hair, my body straining toward you. Very slowly you let your fingertips travel downward, over my stomach to my navel... following with little kisses... gliding your tongue along my skin... dipping your tongue into my navel, swirling it around... your hands sliding across my waist and hips. 

My body shudders as your lips follow your hands... your tongue wet on my hot skin... moving toward the source of my heat. Gently you part my lips, sliding a finger between them... teasing... taunting... knowing the effect you're having on me... knowing how much I love you. You graze your thumb over my swollen nub, stroking, making it harder, making it throb with desire. I rock my hips toward you as you slide a finger inside my wetness, probing... deeper until you are all the way inside me. 

My body quivers as you bring me to climax, my juices flooding your finger as you whisper lovingly... "yes, baby... cum for me". Knowing I am spiraling out of control, you bend down and touch the tip of your tongue lightly to my swollen clit... causing me to jump and squeal with delight. You smile, working your finger slowly in and out of my hot wet pussy and then using it to probe my ass... gently... before sliding it in just barely. I purrrrr low in my throat now as I ride your finger to another earth shattering climax. Pulling your finger from my ass, you lower your mouth to my dripping wet pussy... licking slowly along my slit... capturing all of the sweetness I have given you. 

When you've cleaned me thoroughly, you slide up my body and lower your lips to mine, dropping some of my juices into my mouth... letting me taste what you do to me... how hot you make me feel. My body is alive with passion as I rock against you, feeling your hardness against my mound now... probing the opening slightly. You position yourself over me, my legs on your shoulders... slowly sliding the tip of your shaft along my slit... teasing... causing my juices to pour forth again... flooding your cock and balls. You groan and slide your cock deep inside me... one long, smooth thrust... holding still for a moment, relishing the feelings of pleasure coursing through our bodies. 

You begin to move now, slowly, gently... sliding in and out so easily... watching me as I meet your every thrust. Slipping your hands under my ass, you pull my pussy closer... moving faster now... every moan you hear only intensifies your desire for me. Soon you are slamming your cock into me with wild abandon... as if you can never get enough... moaning as my pussy tightens around your cock, gripping you, not letting you go. 

My hands grip the headboard of the bed... moaning louder now... my breasts bouncing as you pound into my pussy as if your life depends on it. I scream out your name as my pussy tightens around your cock like a glove, feeling the rush of juices over you, holding your cock still now... letting me ride my climax to the end. As I spiral back to earth, I can feel your cock throbbing inside me... knowing you are about to cum... and wanting to do something special. I wrap my legs around your hips and pull you close to me, kissing you passionately, lovingly... whispering into your ear that I want to taste you. 

You slowly withdraw your cock from my pussy and move around so that I can slip it into my mouth. Sucking the head of your cock, I tickle the underside of your balls with my fingertips... knowing it drives you wild... wanting your climax to be as intense for you as mine was. You begin to thrust into my mouth wildly... faster and faster... deeper... harder... watching intently as your cock disappears between my full pink lips. With a loud groan and one deep thrust, your cum fills my mouth... sliding down my throat... there is so much that some trickles out over my lips. I hold you deep in my mouth until the last of your cum has emptied. 

Giving you one last loving lick, I take your cock out of my mouth and seductively lick the cum from my lips. Grinning at you, I come up into your arms and kiss you passionately again. You wind your arms around me, my head on your chest, listening to our hearts beat, gradually slowing. I sigh in contentment and close my eyes... lying there for a long while until the both of us drift off into a satisfied sleep. 



Erotica Island Ch. 01



Josie was tired of her hum-drum boring life. She had lived for her job and her job had been her life for the past seven years. She sat drumming her pencil on her desk and daydreaming about her much needed vacation. She'd already put in her notice to her boss asking for two weeks off. She thought he would have given her the answer she wanted by now. She had been his personal assistant for the past seven years and had done everything for him. She felt as though she were his wife, she organized his briefcase, answered his calls at all hours, and even made stops at the office to bring him things he needed at home. "Of course a wife would have gotten sex," she thought. She raised her eyebrows and chuckled. When was the last time she'd been laid? 

She shook her head as a voice came over her speaker phone, "Josie would you come into my office? I'd like to discuss your vacation plans with you."

"Sure thing, Mr. Lindsey. I'll be right in." She quickly made her way to the boss' office, took a deep breath, crossed her fingers for luck, and opened the door. "Sir?"

"Come in, come in. Please sit down." He gestured to a chair in front of his desk and she sat down."I've considered your request for vacation and I'm very aware that you have not yet taken time off since you started here seven years ago. Given that fact I have accepted your request, however there is one minor stipulation."

"Oh great here it comes," she grumbled under her breath.

"I'm sorry Ms. Johnson you'll have to speak up, my hearing isn't what it used to be."

Josie cleared her throat," Eh. Hem. Sorry sir, but what stipulation might you be speaking of?"

"My nephew, you know the young fellow you helped the other day with the files? Well he is taking a trip to some sort of resort on an island. Young people today, you know there's always some new hip place to vacation. Anyway he would like for you to go with him. Seemed quite eager about it actually, and since he is the heir to this company, well I think you should go."

Josie's head was spinning. How dare he? The old man hadn't even kicked the bucket and he was already giving orders? "Sir, I'm sorry. I just don't see how this is going to be a vacation if I'm required to work?"

"Oh no child. There's no work involved. He has requested to take you because he.... how did he put it... liked your style. He also said you had the most angelic eyes he'd ever seen. Look, Josie, think of it this way an all expense paid trip to the tropics. How can you refuse?"

"Oh I can refuse, Mr. Lindsey and I will. Please tell your nephew that I decline his offer and that I'm very insulted."

"I was afraid you'd say that so, I think you should tell him yourself." Mr. Lindsey then pointed to the closet door as it slowly opened. From the door came his nephew and he was grinning from ear to ear like the cat that ate the canary. He was older than Josie, in his early 40's she had guessed, with a little gray around the temples. His eyes were sparkling and he had the look that drove most women crazy with desire.

"So this is a set up?" Josie asked.

"Uncle, my dear fellow, would you mind leaving the room for a few minutes. I have some things I wish to discuss with Ms. Johnson." Mr. Lindsey had no time to even reply as his nephew ushered him quickly out of the room.

"Ms. Johnson, hello I'm Robert Lindsey," he said as he stuck out his hand.

"Believe me I know exactly who you are." Josie turned away from him and looked out the window.

"Well I've tried to be most pleasant about this, but I'm afraid you've given me no choice. You see I know about the pictures and your background." He took out a large manila envelope and tossed it onto her lap. "Who would think that a nice young lady from a small town would have naked pictures of herself on the internet?"

"Naked pictures? What are you talking about?" Josie pulled the pictures from the envelope. They were her alright and she suddenly had a memory of the last time she'd been laid. Her ex-boyfriend had taken them. They had had a crazy night of sex mixed with way too much alcohol. Her face went white as if the blood had all drained out of it.

"Beautiful pictures I might add, but you see I'm not so sure that my uncle would want something like this getting in the papers. It could very well damage this company's reputation. So it is important you see that you agree to my terms. First, you will go on vacation with me to a resort known as Erotica Island. This is an all expense paid trip. All you will need is an overnight bag filled with toiletries and things of that nature. The resort is sort of a sexual playground for rich business professionals like myself. Basically you could be any number of men's sex slave. You must follow the rules of the island, and in return you'll be able to keep your job and possibly get your own vacation next year."

Josie was speechless. How could this be happening to her? Was this a dream? She was to be tossed around by rich men like some rag doll, and fucked possibly every night. She let it sink in. Was this the escape from her hum-drum life she'd been waiting for? She looked down to hide the smile that crept upon her lips. "I'll do it."

"Great! I'll have a car pick you up tomorrow morning. We'll have to be on board the jet by 7:00 am."

Josie could hardly sleep that night. She lay in bed staring at the clock. She'd never done anything as drastic as this. Would she be able to fulfill these men's fantasies? Could she go through with it? She had looked at the brochures and literature that Robert had given her on the way out of the office. He had given her the day off to rest, read the pamphlets, and prepare for the trip. She had read every page of the brochures twice, and sometimes three times. As she understood it men would have a chance to pick and choose her daily. Depending on how well she did, or how much they liked her, they would either relinquish her for the day to another man or keep her for the entire week. She did have a choice in the matter, which she was thankful for. Her sponsor, Mr. Robert Lindsey, could in fact intervene if she deemed a man undesirable. But, would he actually listen to her? 

Josie woke with a start as her alarm went off promptly at 5:30 am. She showered, put on her make-up, and dressed in the tropical sundress that she had bought yesterday on her way home. It was a bright shade of peach with a beautiful pinkish gold hibiscus flower print, sleeveless, and with a low cut neckline. She stared at her cleavage as she dabbed a bit of her perfume between the two large, ripe spheres. "You can do this. Piece of cake," she said to herself in the mirror. 

She then gathered her bag up just in time to hear the knocking on the door. She opened the door to find Robert standing in front of her. "I thought we were meeting at the air port?"

"Hey I had to make sure you didn't run out on me. Are you all set Ms. Johnson? Here let me take your bag," Robert said as he smiled. He ushered her outside to the car that was waiting for them. 

The drive to the airport was fast since it was early morning. Josie stared in awe at the private jet that would be taking them to their final destination. She had flown maybe once in her life, but having her own private flight would be another experience entirely. She climbed the steps quickly, anxious to see inside. The inside of the jet was like her boss' den with exquisite lush leather chairs, plasma TV, and full bar. Once she was seated, Robert greeted her with a glass of champagne. She let the bubbles tickle her nose as she sipped it slowly, while he watched her mouth and grinned. 

"Drink up, honey. If you need more, just let me know," he said as his eyes drifted to her legs, noticing the shortness of her dress. "You have lovely legs."

"Thank you," is all Josie could think to say as she continued to sip her champagne.

"It's about a 3 hour flight. If you should get tired there's a pillow and a blanket beside your seat. Oh and I almost forgot," he said as he handed her a peach. "Fresh fruit for a snack. This really isn't the peach I'd choose but..." He winked at her as she took the peach from his hand.

"I'm sorry, Robert, but I'm afraid my peach will be busy most of the vacation pleasing many other like-minded business men such as yourself." With that she turned and looked out the window. 

Josie awoke to Robert's soft touch on the side of her face. "Good morning, sleepy head. Are you ready for this?" Robert asked.

Josie shook her head yes, yawned and quietly exited the jet. They were met by a beautiful young woman in a business suit. The island was quite beautiful too. Josie was trying so very hard to concentrate on what was being said to her , but before she knew it she was being yanked away from Robert and led by the woman to a small club house near a large hotel that had a beautiful ocean view. 

Once Josie was led inside she was told to strip down to her bra and panties, walk through the door, and wait for further instruction. Josie stripped down to her peach lace see-through bra and panty set, adjusted the straps of her bra, and noticed her nipples were poking through the fabric as she admired herself in the mirror. She brushed each nipple with her finger tip and watched them protrude even more. "Here we go," she sighed as she slowly walked through the door.

There were walls on either side as she walked through the doorway and a cot before her. The room was open on the end and standing before her was Robert. He smiled as he spoke," You are to lie on the cot. There are walls on either side of you to protect the identities of the other women participating in the program. Men will be let in one at a time. They have been given permission to touch you and explore your body. Once they have made their choice for the night they will meet with you and I, and upon your approval, you will be off for your first night of erotic play. If however, the man is not to your liking, you will be in line for the next set of men, and the process will begin all over. Do you understand?"

"I think so. Yes," she said quietly. She was trying to muster up enough confidence to get through the "process". 

"Oh I almost forgot. You'll be blindfolded. This is again for the confidentiality issue." He patted the cot and she layed down. He then removed the blindfold from his suit jacket and blindfolded her as he whispered in her ear, "You look damn sexy. I really hate to leave you like this, but I have to go now."

Josie heard Robert's footsteps slowly fade. As she lay there in utter darkness, she couldn't fathom what sensations her body might experience. She took slow calming breaths. A soft sensual male voice began speaking, "Welcome ladies. In the next few minutes, several men will be arriving to make your very intimate aquaintance. Enjoy."

Josie could practically hear her heart beating through her chest. She took a quick intake of breath as she felt the first touch. Slow, soft fingertips brushed over the bottoms of her feet and then slowly made their way up to her thighs, then dipped in between them briefly. The man bent over and whispered into her ear, "Could you please turn over? I'm an ass man and I'd love to touch that beautiful bottom before I leave."

Josie did as she was told as the man ran his fingers over her bottom and teased her by inching a finger under her waistband to massage her tailbone briefly. He then kissed the small of her back, patted her bottom, and left. 

The next man wasted no time. He unfastened Josie's bra, turned her over roughly and ripped off her panties. His fingers roughly parted her pussy lips as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. "Mmmmmm what a nice wet cunt. If I could I'd squirt my load all over those big jugs of yours and then make you suck the rest of it off, my little cum slut." He laughed a wickedly as he left.

Josie was shocked. Not by what had been said to her, but by the fact that she was enjoying this. Her pussy had never been this wet and it ached to be fondled and touched. With every touch of each man, Josie grew that much closer to orgasm. It seemed that every man that touched her had unlocked some hidden secret that lay inside of Josie.

"Alright darlin' I'm the last," a soft southern voice cooed in her ear. His hands slowly and softly touched and teased every inch of her skin until at last his mouth fell upon her breast as he sucked in the taut nipple. Josie let out a soft cry. The sensation was just too great. 

"Well now let's take care of that itch that needs scratched," he said as he slid down her body. He stopped between her legs as he parted her lips and slowly licked her soaking wet cunt. His tongue softly swirled around her clit and then with greater pressure teased the little nub until it grew. Swollen and wet now from all the attention it began to throb as Josie moaned and writhed on the little cot. He was relentless as he began sucking her clit into his mouth and fingering her warm hot hole with the same rhythm. It wasn't long until Josie arched her back, letting her body shudder, and fill his mouth with her cum. The southerner kissed her thigh and then slowly walked away.

Josie laughed out loud. She could hardly believe that strangers had gotten her so worked up that she was able to cum. She lay there until the blindfold was removed. Robert looked down at her naked body. "Well don't you look... refreshed." He smiled as he gazed at her. She smiled back. "Well you've been chosen and we'll get to meet him in a few minutes." He threw her a robe. "Put that on and we'll be on our way."

Josie could hardly wait as she fumbled putting on the robe. In a few minutes she would be meeting the man in which she would spend one hot, sexy night with and possibly more. She wondered which one it would be?



Erotica Island Ch. 02



Josie tied the robe around her waist securely just as Robert guided her out to the lush garden area. It was beautiful and there was the faint scent of exotic flowers mixed with the ocean air. Josie took a deep breath. This place was certainly lovely if not anything else. 

Robert then spoke breaking her thoughts, "Well Josie it seems you are most popular, which some of us already knew you would be." He smiled slyly. "Two gentlemen have chosen to be with you tonight. It has been agreed upon by them which one will take their turn with you first. Do you have any objections?"

"Well.. I.. I dunno? Where are these men you speak of? Don't I get to meet them first?" She was panicking now. Two men? No she could never. What if they wanted her at the same time? What then? 

The beautiful young woman with the business suit appeared just then. "Josie it is quite the honor to be chosen by two men, especially these men. You do have the option of refusing, but they have asked to remain anonymous until they meet you this evening." The young woman smoothed her hair back after she spoke.

"You have of course met them already, remember." Robert nudged her and then winked. Of course she had, Josie thought and it was fun. She had experienced one of the nicest orgasms in her life. 

"I'll do it," Josie said abruptly.

"Fine, fine," said the young woman. "Watch your step on the rocks, and follow me. We have to get you cleaned up and settled in for your big night."

Josie was escorted into the large, lavish hotel. So this is how the rich live, she thought. There was a gigantic statue of Lady Godiva in her naked splendor, breasts swinging like pendulums while astride her horse in the lobby. Massive, brilliantly colored, arrangements of fresh cut flowers were everywhere. Looking down, Josie watched as beautiful koi fish swam under her feet in the large floor aquarium. She looked around noticing how the place seemed mostly deserted except for the clerk behind the front desk. The woman led her to the elevator and then up to her suite. If Josie had thought the lobby was lush, her suite was a terrific comparison. Beautiful statues of naked men like Greek gods were built into every pillar, fountain and lamp in the living area. On her balcony was a small koi pond and a lovely view of the ocean. 

"Feel free to explore your new room, or rooms as it may be. There are fresh linens in the closet next to the bathroom. If you need anything feel free to call the front desk. The number is on the phones in large red print. Good day to you Miss and enjoy your stay and play here at Erotica Island," and with that the young lady quickly exited the suite.

Josie found her way to the closet and got out two fresh white towels and layed them next to the sink. The bathroom was gorgeous. It had a big walk in shower, Jacuzzi tub, and dual sinks in the marble topped vanity. From the bathroom you could enter the master bedroom. It spoke eroticism as soon as Josie entered. The walls were a burgundy red, with erotic art on them. The king sized bed was covered in red and black satin with a gauzy red and black strip of fabric woven through the iron on the four poster bed. Various sex toys, lubes, rope, scarves, and handcuffs were on a table near the bed. Candles had already been lit, and were filling the air with a heady spicy seductive scent.

"Well, I better go get cleaned up," Josie said to herself. "Looks like tonight may be a long one."

Josie quickly showered, dried and slathered herself with her best lotion and perfume. She found a skimpy little lace teddy in the top drawer of the nightstand next to her bed. Attached to it was a note that said, "Wear this tonight for number ONE."

"Oh great they have given themselves numbers for names." Josie then rolled her eyes. 

Josie then heard a small rap on the door. She was about to get up to answer it when a rough voice said, "Stay where you are. I'm coming in."

Josie heard the footsteps advance closer and approach the doorway to the master bedroom. "Lay on the bed face down and close your eyes." Josie did as she was commanded. Soon the rough voiced man was grabbing her arms and forcing them behind her back. He tied her wrists together with a long rope with frayed ends. His hands moved quickly up to her head jerking her neck back by pulling her hair and then tying a scarf around her eyes. "What a good little cum slut. Are you ready for my big load? I told you I'd be cumming for you!" He jerked the lace teddy up and between Josie's ass cheeks making her shriek. "You like that don't you cunt?" His hand then came down sharply upon her right cheek. Her ass was stinging now and she began to cry out. "Stop that! You're mine until I'm finished and there is to be none of that." He shoved the ball gag into her mouth to muffle her cries. His hands ripped the lace teddy at the crotch and his fingers began delving and then wiggling into her tight asshole. At last, he shoved them in roughly and Josie tried to move away but it was of no use. He pulled her body back time and time again using her bound hands to grab onto and keep her in place. " I bet that cunt is nice and juicy for me," he said forcing two fingers in, and to Josie's surprise they slid in easily. His thumb then pressed into her asshole and he began working on a rhythm. He continued with this rhythm moving both his thumb and fingers inside her as his tongue flicked across the swollen nub of her pussy. Josie's stifled moans began to get louder with each stroke of his sensuous tongue. "Oh no you don't, you little cunt. It is my pleasure you seek to give me, not your own." He quickly removed his fingers, rolled her over, and removed the gag. Josie felt him rip away the rest of the material. He was tying her legs apart now with what was left of the lacey fabric. She then felt the head of his cock tapping on each of her nipples. His shaft then rubbing between her two large globes as he squeezed them around his throbbing member. Working himself back and forth between them as the tip of his cock pressed up against her lips. "Open your mouth." He pressed himself even harder against her lips, until she gave in and her lips opened to him. He was fucking both her tits and mouth now. She could feel him growing harder as his cock pumped into her and his fingers now roughly fondled her pussy. He quickly released his grip on her tits as his cock pulled out of her mouth and she felt the first stream of warm gooey cum shoot across her lips. The second shot landed across her nose. He pushed his cock once again to her lips spreading his stickiness about. She felt him remove himself from the bed, and ripping off her blindfold he left the room.

"See ya toots," He called back to her as he made his way out of the suite, leaving her tied up and his naked ass the last thing she would see of him.

"But what about this?" Josie yelled to him as she flailed on the bed. He left her there frustrated physically, emotionally, and sexually. 

She heard a rap on the door. "Hello? I'm in here!" She called to whomever could hear her.

In walked a young sharply dressed man with a Stetson. He was smiling until he saw Josie there lying on the bed, bound and shaking. "Ma'am what happened here?" She immediately recognized that sweet southern draw. 

"Trust me you don't wanna know. Could you untie me please? I'm sorry I look this way, but...." Her voice trailed off as he quickly untied her and began rubbing the chaffed places around her wrists and ankles. "Thank you," she said quietly.

"No problem, at all. Now let's get you in the shower and all cleaned up. I'll have a nice clean night gown sent up for you and I'll have them change the sheets. I don't think we'll be needing any of those things over yonder on the table there do you?" Josie slowly shook her head. "Off you go then kitten."

Josie let the warm water cascade over her body. What an ass that last guy was and to think she'd agreed to this nonsense. Josie finished up her shower, wrapped a towel around her head and body and entered the mater bedroom. The sheets were different as well as the comforter and now the sweet southern man was in her bed and smiling up at her.

"How was the shower?" he asked. 

"It felt great thank you." Josie replied as she sat on the bed next to him. "I'm not sure I can go through with this anymore." Josie looked down as she spoke.

"There's nothing to go through, darlin. Your clean night gown is in the top drawer."

"I'm not sure I understand? I thought I was to spend the night with you?" Josie said as she bent down to pull the night gown out of the drawer. It was a soft long cotton nightie with small blue flowers around the neckline. She was even more puzzled, but slipped it on over her head. The fabric felt cool and comfy.

"Aren't you exhausted? I know I am. It's been quite a long day for me. Are you hungry? Should I have room service bring us a bite to eat before we go to bed?"

Josie couldn't respond she just stared at him in puzzlement. "So all we're going to do is sleep?"

"For tonight," he said chuckling. "Unless of course you had something else in mind? If I remember right I think I gave you one hellacious orgasm earlier."

"No I think a bite to eat and then sleep would be a fantastic idea. I should probably tell you about what happened in here just now..." Josie tried to complete her sentence, but he hushed her by putting a finger to her lips.

"Shh. It's alright. I'm a big boy, I know what happened. There is no need for explanation. I agreed that I would take the second turn. In the hopes that I could keep you to myself for a few evenings or more. That is if you don't oppose?" He said the last part quietly, staring deep into her eyes and taking her hand. 

"No.. I think .. I think that's fine."

"Good then. So let's order you something to eat and we can get to know each other better tomorrow."

Josie was famished and once the food cart arrived she quickly scarfed down her food. She'd never had anything that tasted so good. When she was finished she crawled under the sheets, next to the sweet southern gent.

"By the way Josie, I'm Jake from Texas. It's been a pleasure keeping you company tonight," he said as he slid closer to her, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her shoulder. Josie could hardly believe how safe she felt in those arms, and she slowly drifted off to sleep.



Erotica Island Ch. 03



Josie awoke to a soft tickle on her nose. As her eyes fluttered open she got her first glimpse of the erotic southern gent that had held her from the night before.

"Good morning sunshine," Jake said sleepily. "Did you have a good rest?"

Josie shook her head yes, yawned and then turned over onto her back.

"Wow lady, for a woman who just awoke you look mighty fine."

Josie giggled, "Why thank you Jake. Actually you don't look half bad yourself."

"I do try young lady, I do try." Jake smoothed his hair back and blushed a little. "So do you find me incredibly charming and irresistible?" His hand slowly found its way under her night gown and up to her tummy. He began slow, soft circles with his fingertips. Josie sighed with pleasure. "You know sweetie, I bet if I tried hard enough, I could make you purr like a kitten." He smiled down at her.

"Purr? I hardly think so. That's so silly," Josie laughed out loud at the thought. Just then his fingers inched their way up to her now heaving breasts. He encircled a nipple with his thumb and it began to grow hard beneath his touch. Josie writhed a bit under him.

"Would you like me to stop? Or maybe you like the rough stuff, like with your friend last night?" He grasped the now hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twisted it like you would turn a knob. Josie gasped and cried out. He forced the nightgown open popping each button. Josie lay there motionless unsure of what to do next. He stared down at her breasts. She was breathing faster now and both of her nipples were red and swollen. He began to suckle the other nipple while he toyed with the one between his fingers. Josie sucked in a breath as he bit down on her nipple. He stopped for a moment to look down at her face. "Tell me, sweet Josie. Tell me now if you like it. Purr for me kitten. Let me know you want it!" 

"I... I like it," Josie forced the words out. She couldn't believe what she was saying. He continued sucking and biting and toying with each nipple. Josie could feel the pool of wetness forming between her thighs. She didn't think she could take much more of this forceful pleasure. Jake stopped quickly and sat beside her on the bed.

"Purr for me Josie. I want to hear you or I'll have to leave your room and find someone else."

Josie began to purr and scratch lightly at his back. It seemed so silly at first, but she decided to let herself go and enjoy the moment. Jake arched his back and moaned. At least this pleased him she thought. He turned quickly towards her and pulled a gem decorated collar from behind his back. It sparkled against the morning light as he fastened it around her neck. Josie was confused. She didn't know what was happening. 

"Get on all fours for me my sweet kitten," he whispered in her ear. "Do as you're told and you'll be well rewarded."

Josie slowly turned around and got on all fours. She then felt Jake attach something to the collar around her neck and was surprised when he jerked up on it and she found herself wobbling on just her knees.

"Good kitty. You'll get used to your collar and leash." He then let the leash fall from his hands as he gripped her tits and squeezed her nipples. He grabbed her panties and jerked them up and into her crack. "Mmmmmm, now that's a nice ass," he said as he finished ripping them off. He then rolled her over onto her back and began to finger fuck her now sloppy wet pussy. He was pleased that his fingers slid in so easily and deeply. 

"Your pussy will be trained to take anything I want it to have." Josie's eyes grew wide as he produced a long neck beer bottle. He trailed it down between her tits as his fingers pumped her wet, hungry hole. The cold neck of the bottle rubbed up and down her aching clit. Then removing his fingers, he inserted the bottle in one swift motion. Josie gasped and then moaned as he worked the bottle in and out of her oozing honey pot. Josie instinctively purred as he stroked her head and her pussy. She could feel her pussy tightening around the neck of the bottle and she knew she was close to letting an orgasm wash over her body.

"I'm... I'm going to cum," she said breathlessly. She was just about to go over the edge when the bottle was ripped from her pussy. She stared up into Jake's eyes in puzzlement. Her fingers dug into his back as she bucked her hips and pleaded, "Please I want to cum!"

"Not yet my pet. First you will have to take care of me." He sat up against the headboard so that his throbbing member was the first thing Josie saw. The tip was leaking pre-cum so that the head was shiny. "Now crawl to me kitty and lick it off!"

Josie did as she was told and crawled up between his legs. She began to slowly lick the tip. She licked up and down at first and then began to lick around the shaft all the way down to the base until her chin rested on his engorged balls. Jake moaned with every flick of her tongue. He then grabbed her hair and directed her head so that her lips were resting over the tip of his cock.

"Now open wide my precious kitty." Her mouth opened slightly until he forced her head down and her mouth opened wide to envelop his hard cock. He bobbed her head up and down on it as his hips bucked under her. She only gagged once when he shoved down a little too far. "You'll learn to open your throat to me." Then, without another word he shot his cum deep insider her throat. "Swallow. Swallow." He repeated the words until she did as she was told and with one gulp she swallowed the hot gooey fluid down her throat. 

He then grabbed her leash and directed her onto all fours again as his still hardened cock entered her from behind. He pumped her hard and fast as his fingers teased and played with her asshole until at last she gave out a shout and fell down onto the bed in pleasure. 

He then kissed her cheek and lay down beside her in the bed. He brushed her hair back and said, "You're mine now." She looked deep into his eyes, purred and shook her head yes.

Jake left his Josie to rest as he made the arrangements for another nights stay. He wasn't surprised when the jackass that had left Josie wanting the night before was disappointed that he wouldn't have another round, but he explained to him that Josie had made her choice. Now all Jake would have to do is explain to Josie how the rest of the game would play out.



Erotica Island Ch. 04



Josie awoke to find herself naked, collared, and tied to the bedposts of the beautiful four-poster bed. She remembered the hot, erotic night that she had had before. As she lifted her head slightly she saw a cart with red and pink roses and two domed silver platters. "Mmmmm breakfast. I'm famished," she said aloud. 

"Just what I wanted to hear, my sweet. And how are you this morning?" Jake stood over her looking down at her dreamily. 

"I'm wonderful and thank you for asking. How did you sleep?"

"I slept very well thank you. But there are some things we must discuss. First, you will address me as Sir or Master. Either will do. Your sole purpose is to please me, and if you do I will reward you greatly. There are times that you will be punished. Especially if you have been disobedient. However, there will be times that you will be punished just for my pleasure. Is that understood?"

Josie could hardly believe her ears. She looked up at him and laughed. "What makes you believe that I will obey your rules?"

"Mostly because last night you had no problems obeying me. I gave you pleasure didn't I? Much more pleasure than you would ever have imagined." Jake then fondled her breasts until her nipples were taut. 

Josie didn't know what to say. She was confused and scared of the unknown. Jakes touch was making her very moist though and he had began to pull and tug at her nipples making her breath catch in her throat. 

"Well kitten? What do you say?"

Josie's head was spinning. The pleasure was so great she couldn't find the words. "Yes! Yes," she shouted. 

"Yes, what?" He tugged at her right nipple and twisted. "Yes, Sir." she blurted out. "Anything you say, Sir."

"Very good, kitten. But you must be punished for your previous disobedience." He undid the ties and turned her forcefully onto her stomach, letting her rest on his lap. His left hand weighed each breast and rubbed each of the nipples until they were round little pebbles. Then he began to spank her bottom. He spanked it gently at first, just so she could feel a slight warmth. When she moaned he knew it was time to be more forceful. He held her tightly to him and spanked her ass with even greater force. Her cheeks grew rosey red and she began to cry out and then sob. 

Josie couldn't believe what was happening to her. Her bottom was growing warmer and warmer with every spank, and so was her pussy. In fact she had began to feel her juices seeping out. Jake had noticed now too and had roughly forced two fingers inside her. He spread her cheeks wide and drew the juices up between them as he began to finger her asshole too. She shouted out but this time in pure pleasure. "Please, Sir." she begged. "I need to cum."

He chuckled and stopped his penetrations immediately. "You have not yet earned the pleasure. Remove yourself from my lap and crawl on your hands and knees over to the table. When you get there, be seated on one of the chairs and spread your legs wide for me."

Josie slowly crawled over to the table as she felt Jake's eyes upon her the entire time. After she had done as he had instructed, Jake joined her at the table. "You will remain naked the entire day. I have arranged for a small party by the pool after our breakfast."

Her cheeks were instantly pink. "I am to remain naked during the party, Sir?"

"Absolutely. It pleases me that our guests will see you in all of your naked splendor. You are not to cover yourself, as you're doing now."

Josie realized she had placed both hands over her sex. It must have been an automatic reaction to the instructions for the party. She didn't know what she was going to do. She couldn't be naked in front of all those people.

"You will do this kitten. It pleases me."

"Yes, Sir if it pleases you."

He then removed the domes of both platters to reveal fresh fruit and a sausage and spinach omelet. There was warm toast to accompany their meal as well, and he broke off a piece and fed it to her. She waited and watched in wonder as he fed himself and then alternately fed her, never once letting her touch anything on the table. She once grabbed at the glass of juice and immediately drew her hand back after it was swatted. "You will grow to enjoy my attentions and learn that I am here to take care of you."

She nodded and cast her eyes downward. "Yes, Sir. I'm sure I will please you in time."

"You already please me princess, but in time you will know how to please me even more. Now lets get you downstairs to the pool. Our guests are waiting." He attached the leash to her collar, ordered her on all fours again, and led her out of the suite to the pool below. 

The sun was warm on Josie's bare skin, and though she struggled with the embarrassment she dared not make a sound, so as to not displease her Master. Once by the pool, he allowed her to rise onto her feet. Most of the guests were staring and whispering. A few of the men were smiling and adjusting their manhoods, and Josie saw that this pleased her Master. He went directly to those men and gathered them around Josie. 

"She is a beauty isn't she fellas?" he said prideful. 

The men agreed shaking their heads and stared directly at Josie. She downcast her eyes immediately.

"Would you sir, like to have the first feel? I give you permission to touch her right breast."

Josie turned her head immediately to look at her Master. Her eyes couldn't hide her fear.

"You will do as you're told. It pleases me that these men find your beauty just as intoxicating as I do. You will let them touch you because it pleases me." He jerked her collar just enough to make her aware that he was in charge.

"Yes, Sir. It is my life, my duty to please You." 

Jake smiled knowing now that his kitten was aware of the reality. She knew how the game would be played, and had accepted the rules. He then nodded at the man as he approached to fondle her right breast. He then instructed the next man to service the left and another to play with the tiny nub between her legs.

Josie couldn't help herself. She was moaning and panting with desire. Jake ordered her to open her eyes and look directly at him as each man touched and teased her body. He then instructed the men to begin rubbing their cocks. Each one was to release their load onto her body. 

"The only cum that is to touch my kitten's face is mine. Understood?" The men nodded in unison and it wasn't long until the hot, sticky fluid was being shot onto her tits, thighs, and breasts. She looked up eagerly at her Master awaiting his white, hot load.

"Do you want my milk, kitten?"

"Yes, Sir. Please!"

"Then you will have to lick the milk oozing out now like a kitten lapping milk."

Josie did as she was told. She licked his shaft from the base to the tip, sucking hard on the tip. She then kept up with the lapping of his pre-cum until he grabbed her hair, jerked her head back, and exploded on her face. It dribbled down to her mouth were she greedily licked it off.

"Good girl." He patted her on top of her head and turned to address the crowd. "If you will excuse us, I believe I need to get my kitten cleaned up and taken care of." 

Instinctively she got on all fours and was led away from the party still sticky and dripping with cum. Once in their room, he allowed her to rise and shower. 

Josie let the water cascade down her body and was eager to get all of the sticky mess off of her. She lathered herself up and stood under the shower for the final rinsing. When her eyes opened, she saw her Master in front of her. He was deliciously handsome and standing naked before her. He began to wash her hair and then forcefully bent her over ramming his cock deep inside her. Her hips moved in rhythm with his until at last they both climaxed. 

"Thank you, Sir. Thank you." Josie said as she turned and fell into his arms. He gathered her up, turned off the water and dried her carefully, before lying her onto the bed. 

"Rest now my love. There will be much more pleasures to come, but for now rest." 



Erotica Island Ch. 05



Josie awoke to find her Master hovering above her and stroking her hair. He looked down at her fondly and she smiled to show her appreciation. She could barely believe she had let this game go this far. It was after all just a game and in a few days her life would be normal again, but then again what is normal? 

"I have our flight already arranged. You must get dressed since there are certain laws about you running around naked in public. Laws of which I certainly don't agree with," he chuckled out loud.

"Flight? What flight? You mean my flight home? Home sounds wonderful," Josie shouted and threw her arms around her Master.

"Yes we'll be going home. You'll be going to my home. You're mine now."

"I don't understand. That wasn't the deal. I was supposed to play with some executives at the island and my name would be cleared. That was all." Josie collapsed back onto the bed in tears. 

"Kitten, I'm sorry that you misunderstood my intentions. I thought we had gone beyond the whole playing idea and into something a bit more serious. I'm very disappointed," Jake turned his head away from her.

"It's nothing that you've done. You've been wonderful and I love..I.. loved being with you." Josie was confused she just couldn't find the right words to say.

"Very well then. You've served your purpose and have held up your end of the bargain. I will put in a good word for you to your boss. I'm sure your name will be cleared. Now if you'll excuse me my love, I have a phone call to make." Jake quickly walked away unable to hide his disappointment.

Josie sat on the bed in bewilderment. It hurt her so deeply to see Jake like this. He was very much in pain and had felt such rejection. All she could do was think about the erotic nights they had had. It was fun. Just fun she thought. He didn't care for her the way she had planned. Not the way she had dreamed about for so long. This wouldn't work. It wasn't normal to feel this way about him.

Jake interrupted her thoughts by throwing his suitcase on the bottom of the bed and quickly packing. "You'd better hurry princess. Our flight leaves soon. I just checked the airline. We can be back in the city by one if we leave right now."

"To the city? You're going home with me?" Josie couldn't help but smile.

"Ummmm yes I'm going home with you. If that's okay? We'll be on the same flight... yes."

"Sounds great to me!" Josie quickly packed her things. She couldn't believe this southern man was leaving his life on probably some ranch in Texas to live with her in a big city. 

They limo sped to the airport. Josie took one last look at the beauty of the island. She wanted to remember everything about this beautiful place, but more so than that, she wanted to remember everything she experienced and prayed that Jake understood why she had to move back to the city. 

When they finally boarded the plane, Jake sat next to her and ordered her a glass of champagne. "To the Island of Misfit Eroticans. May we never forget the playful nights and days we shared. Cheers," Jake said as he clinked his glass with hers.

Josie sipped the champagne slowly and looked out the window. This was going to be a long flight. Jake didn't seem at all happy and his sarcasm about Island Erotica was proof of that. It was as if he had read her mind about the relationship not being normal. She was about to take another sip from her glass when she felt his hand inching up the inside of her thigh. She looked at him in amazement. "What are you doing?"

"Playing with what is rightfully mine," he said quietly.

"Do you want to get us kicked off the plane?"

"Nonsense, sweet cheeks. Haven't you ever heard of the mile high club?"

"Yes, but THEY didn't get caught!"

"Well if you're so worried about that we'll fix it." Jake covered her lap with a blanket he had retrieved from the overhead storage compartment. He forcefully opened her legs under the blanket and smiled at her wickedly. It was then that the captain came over the intercom and announced that they would be taking off. Jake's hand slid further up Josie's leg as he pretended to focus on the bald man's head in front of him. He then cleared his throat as he ripped the crotch of her lace panties. His fingers quickly found her swollen nub as he began to work it forcefully between his finger and thumb. He pulled and tugged on it as Josie stared out the airplane window biting her lip. She could feel her pulse quicken and her breathing was becoming faster as she bucked her hips in pleasure. His other fingers had found her wet spot and began to finger fuck her hole fiercely. Josie knew it wouldn't be long until she came. It was then that he stretched her just enough to slip in another finger; matching the rhythm of the others. Josie bucked her hips one last time as she bit harder into her bottom lip and her body shook.

"Is she all right?" A flight attendant had came around and was inquiring about Josie and her noticeable shaking.

Jake replied," She's just cold. The blanket should warm her up soon."

The flight attendant gave him an odd smile and returned to the back of the plane. Jake laughed out loud at the sight and smiled deviously at Josie as he licked her juices off his fingers. "Are you sure you want to give me up?"

"I'm not sure about anything right now. I can hardly think. You deviant!" She couldn't help but laugh and then sighed as she relaxed in her seat. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

"Josie, wake up honey. We've landed"

Josie yawned and stretched as she gathered up her things. "Wow that was a fast trip."

"Of course it was sleeping beauty," Jake laughed. "I've arranged someone to pick up our luggage and drive us home."

"Ok, that sounds wonderful. You take such good care of me." Josie leaned over and kissed his cheek.

When they got to the limo, Josie leaned her head back onto the seat and drifted off to dreamland again. When she awoke she found herself on a strange couch in a strange room. "Jake? Are you here Jake? I thought you were taking me home?"

"You are home." Jake entered the room from an entrance to the side. It looked as if it were an office. "I'm so glad you're awake. I have some friends coming over. They are so excited to meet you!"

Josie sat on the couch and shook her head. "No I'm supposed to be going home. What about my job and my apartment?"

"It's all been taken care of Josie. As your boss, I don't believe you'll be fired anytime soon. As for your apartment, that place was a dump. Look around you. isn't this much better?"

Josie sat there stunned. He was her boss? What had he done? Had he bought out her company? He'd taken over her life. She was his now and there was no way out. Josie couldn't say anything.

"Now take off your clothes like a good girl and crawl to me so I can collar you."

Josie sat there unable to move.

"Now, Josie! Come to me now. Don't be afraid. I am your Master. I take care of you remember?"

Josie got on her hands and knees and crawled to Jake. She then took off her clothes slowly in front of him. She was HIS. She couldn't be anything else. 

"That's it my pet. Now hold still while I collar you." He then buckled the collar around her neck. 

The butler entered the room and announced that the Master's guests had arrived. He escorted an older gentleman in a suit and a young woman, collared like Josie inside. The woman had very large breasts and long thimble-like nipples. Josie couldn't help but stare at them and how they moved as she crawled about the room.

"Very nice pet you have there, Jake. Is this a new one," the older gentleman inquired.

"Yes she's very new but catches on rather quickly."

Josie watched as the gentleman's kitten rubbed her tits back and forth on her Master's leg.

"Josie why don't we show the man how well behaved you are?" Jake sat down in the chair and led Josie to sit in front of him. "Legs apart now, pet."

Although Josie was a little embarrassed she did as she was told. She sat up and unfolded her legs. Jake quickly took hold of each leg from behind and spread her wide.

"She's so pink and beautiful. Play with your pussy now. Show my pet where you like to be touched." The older gent was now rubbing himself as his pet began rubbing her pussy up and down his leg. 

Josie rubbed her clit as she looked down between her legs watching her wetness grow. Jake pulled apart her pussy lips and motioned for the young lady to come over. Josie looked at her as she knelt before her and snaked her tongue out to taste her pussy. Josie moaned as she began to lap back and forth with her tongue. The young woman's Master had now joined in and began pinching and pulling on Josie's nipples. Jake was also whispering in her ear about what a good girl she was being. Josie threw her head back and shouted in release. It was then that she felt the older gentleman's cock being forced inside her opened mouth. He was smiling down at her as he forcefully rammed his cock in and out of her hungry little mouth. 

"Mmmmm you're right, Jake she does catch on quickly," the old man said breathlessly.

Jake slid out from behind her and then he and the man exchanged a nod. Josie saw him pull up the other slave and lay her on the couch beside them. He quickly entered the young woman and began to pound her cunt until she screamed for release. It was then that Josie felt the hot gooey cum of the man on her tongue. He hurriedly pulled out and spewed his white load all over Josie's face. 

"You are such a good girl my sweet," the old man said as he then wiped a finger over her cum covered face and licked it off. "Let's go my pet. Thank Jake for a good time. I hope your little slut enjoyed it too."

Josie watched as the man led his slave out of the room; her pussy oozing with Jake's cum.



Erotica Island Ch. 06



After the hot gooey mess her Master's friend had left all over her face, Josie was led to the shower and washed properly. Her Master was careful and thorough. He made sure to wash and care for every part of her body. Afterwards, he fondled her gently. When Josie failed to orgasm. He dismissed her and she immediately jumped out of the shower and toweled off. She quickly dressed and made her way to the guest bedroom. She jumped into the bed, covered up and closed her eyes.

Jake came to the door and knocked. "Yes?" she asked.

"What are you doing Josie?"

"I'm sleeping. What's it look like I'm doing?"

"Ok kitten you can drop the attitude. That's not where you sleep. You belong to me. You sleep with me."

"Don't tell me what to do. I'm sick of your orders. I'm sick of YOU!"

"Josie don't be like this. What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. I've just finally came to my senses."

Jake bolted through the door, swept her up off the bed and carried her to his bed. All the while Josie was kicking and hitting him on the chest. When he deposited her on the bed, he cuffed her face down, and slid a ball gag in her mouth.

"Now that's enough. Until you can tell me what's wrong, you'll stay like this and you'll have to be punished for your attitude."

Jake tore off Josie's panties and began spanking her bottom with his bare hand. She winced a few times but as his hands spread and tied her legs apart, she knew there would be some pleasure to this pain. It was then that he began spanking her pussy. It grew warm and red and oddly enough wet. He then began forcing fingers one at a time inside her. When he had successfully pushed the third one in she sighed and he knew she'd reached her limit. It was then that he saw the tears rolling down her face. He removed the ball gag. 

"Will you cum for me?"

Josie shook her head yes.

"After this you are to be a good girl and tell me what's wrong. Understood?"

Josie shook her head yes again.

Jake swiftly entered her from above, raising her hips slightly. He rammed his cock deeper and deeper inside her until she quaked in ecstacy. He then rubbed his cock over her bottom lip so she could taste there juices mingled together. He instructed her to lick him clean and she did as she was told. Tapping the head of his cock with her tongue, she taunted and teased him so much that he came almost instantly. She was able to catch his cum in her mouth before it dribbled down her chin and onto the bed. He kissed her then, uncuffed her and sat her up on the bed

"Now explain to me young lady what's going on."

Tears welled up in Josie's eyes. "I can't do this anymore. I can't be treated like some piece of meat. Like something you dangle in front of men to taunt and please not only them but yourself. It killed me to see you please the other toy in front of me. To see her crawl off full of your cum."

"So are you saying you want out?"

"I'm saying I want you for myself. I don't want anyone else to share what we share. If you can't do that I understand and I'll move out as quickly as I can find another place." She then quickly jumped off the bed, went into the guest bedroom and shut the door.

Jake stood there in silence; unable to think or breathe. He couldn't let her go. He wanted her. Could he agree to this? All of his other toys had no problems with sharing. He knew Josie was different, but this came as a complete surprise.

The next morning Josie came down stairs to the kitchen. On the table was a beautiful spread of food. She could smell the aroma of fresh pancakes as she sat down. Jake smiled at her and said, "Good morning." She smiled back and quickly glanced down. She was afraid of what would come next. Would she have to find a place to live? Was this their last meal together? 

"Josie, I think... I mean I love you and I don't want you to leave. I'll agree not to share myself or you with anyone, but my question is... what other changes do you want?"

Josie blinked and her eyes grew wide. "Jake I love you too and I don't want anything to change between us. Sex with you is awesome. I wouldn't change what we have for the world!" 

She jumped into his lap and he cradled her head and kissed her deeply and passionately. They knew this would last. 



Erotica London



The Erotica Show in London was as usual one of the highlights of our calendar.  Every year Erotica gathers together artists and exhibitors from the biggest names in the industry, selling and showing lingerie, films, toys, magazines, something to suit everyone’s desires.  We went down to London by car, Jayne looking great in her PVC mini-dress and high heels, setting off her petite figure and mass of natural red hair perfectly. Both of us were as always excited by the event and got there late afternoon with the event in full swing, the place packed as we ambled around the stalls full of fetish gear, pornography etc.

We spent a couple of hours just wandering, Jayne loved the clothes and as usual had her eye on some more sexy clothes for when we go to swingers clubs, one see through lace number particularly taking her fancy. Separate from the clothes and fetish stalls was a video centre, a number of retailers set up selling hard core porn dvd’s and videos. We wandered into this area and into a shop set up as several viewing booths, specifically selling hard-core porn videos, showing them on wide screen TVs in the several very crowded viewing booths. We saw a film about to start and moved in closer, people crowding in behind us to watch. Jayne and I just stood for a while watching as the gangbang video started, the flimsy plot being a woman who was being encouraged by her "husband" to dance and “entertain his friends". The scene shifted as the couple walked into the room where 5 other men were all sitting.

Jayne’s eyes were glued to the screen, she whispered, "Is she going to fuck them all?"

I heard Jayne gasp a little as the woman in the screen stripped and began to suck and fuck the five guys in the room. 

“Just our sort of scene love?” I said quietly, “You like the film?”

“Enjoying the feeling up I am getting too,” she whispered back.

I glanced down and saw a forty’ish guy close behind my wife, his hand gently stroking her PVC clad bum. Jayne smiled at me and backed herself a little, so that her bum was now grinding against this strangers pelvis as we stood watching the porn.  Jayne carried on gently grinding into his crotch as he stood behind her first holding her hips and then slowly letting his hand wander under the hem of her mini dress. I was just pleased that she was so relaxed and simply enjoyed the moment. 

“You ok?” I whispered.

“Mm! Enjoying it,” she replied kissing me gently.

Seeing her looking ok with the situation another guy moved in beside Jayne, I noticed her squirming a little obviously enjoying the feel of a hard on against her bum as the other guy dropped his hand to her side and started to trace the outside of her thigh lightly until his hand began caressing her thigh above her exposed stocking tops. 

"Do you mind?" he asked, followed by "You are a sexy woman."

She clearly didn't mind two complete strangers feeling her, Jayne just moaned quietly as they squeezed her between them and let their hands wander over her body. A hand slipped inside her thong and he started to finger her holding her with his other arm, she leaned back against the other man and let this stranger completely have her pussy with his fingers. 

"You like that, don't you little slut?" I said. "You like letting a stranger finger you in front of your husband."

"Oh god, yes." was all she could manage.

The film reached its climax with the “wife” finally covered in spunk from all the guys.

“She looks good, well certainly looks well fucked,” you said smiling.

“Maybe you a little later I think.” I said.

When the scene in the film finally ended the booth began to quickly empty, Jayne looked at me with lust filled eyes and brushed her hand across my cock. 

Then Jayne tugged at my hand and pulled us around and out of the booth giving the two men a quick smile as we walked away and she tugged her dress back down. 

“Enjoy that?” I said giggling.

“Too true, I am soaked. I think you enjoyed it too!” She said looking down at the bulge in the front of my trousers. “Can we go and have a drink now Gary.” 

We headed back to the bar. Despite stopping for a couple of drinks through the afternoon and sitting watching an excellent stage show we were starting to feel weary but I noticed Jayne had a glint in her eye obviously as horny as I felt too.

“Good time honey?” I asked as I noticed her looking across to one of the fetish clothes stalls.

“Love it as always, especially the clothes. I would like another look around the fetish stall over there,” Jayne said pointing to one of the larger stands.

Finishing our drinks we wandered over and I pulled the outfit that she had seen before from the rails, a tiny dress in see through black lace material.

“Come and try this outfit on I have picked out for you."  As she brushed by me I added softly so only she could hear. "This is for you my whore wife." I whispered.

It took Jayne a little time to try on the outfit, she finally came out of the changing 
room and she looked lovely, the dress quite transparent showing she was wearing just a tiny thong and black hold ups.

“That looks lovely,” a deep voice beside me said. I saw you look and smile that glint in your eye again!

“Thank you,” Jayne replied softly to the young tall, young black guy standing beside me as he openly leered at my wife.

“Well I think I should treat you to that dress darling with compliments like that!” I said.

“My names John and we do like to look after our customers. As an added incentive we have a small get together in the hotel where we are staying for after show drinks and party fun for friends and select customers. Will you join us?” He said handing Jayne an invite.

“Love to!” Jayne said taking the card and holding onto John’s hand. “I like the sound of some drinks and fun later.”

We walked around more of the exhibition, watched the stage show again and as the show was about to close got our coats and went outside.

“Well, what do you fancy next? No rush to go home.” I said. 

Jayne was still wearing her new see through lace dress, but with a coat over the top to keep out the cold October wind. Despite the cold Jayne was still very horny still and said to me, "I have to be honest I fancy some drinks at that party? I quite fancy seeing John again.”

“Mm! Thought you did, you’re feeling really horny aren’t you?”

“You could watch me with his big cock. Do you think you could handle it?" 

"Mm! I fancy that my little slut, maybe we could have some fun in his hotel."

So that’s how we found ourselves walking into the reception area of a hotel just across the road from the show with John’s invitation in our hand. As we stood for a moment getting our bearings a voice called out to us.

"Hey, Gary and Jayne." His voice made us both jump a little, as we walked into the bar where music was playing.

"Oh. Er, sorry. Hi John," Jayne said. "Sorry, didn't see you there!" She said her voice quivering with nervousness and excitement. For a moment before I shook hands with John I looked him up and down quickly, six foot two of lean, muscled body. 

"You two look like you're in another world," he laughed.

John quickly bought us some drinks, I notice ordering you a double! Over the next 15/20 minutes we chatted and I saw John leering at my wife as we exchanged stories about our swinging fun, the talk was really turning us on. John ordered more drinks and I notice Jayne gulping down another double for some courage but clearly she was well up for some real fun. The conversation was fun and the atmosphere good as more people joined the impromptu party and danced to the music.

“I love this song,” Jayne said.

“You want to dance?” John replied.

I saw Jayne nod and his hand reach out to grasp her outstretched fingers. They rose and walked slowly to the dance floor hand in hand. Jayne looked at me as she went past, smiled and mouthed "I Love You" and she and her John went to dance.

I took the opportunity to get another drink and stood as at the bar as they disappeared into the throng on the dancefloor. He held her by the hips from behind and seemed to thrust his crotch against her ass as he moved in time to the rhythm, it seemed so natural as she spun around and slipped her arms around him and fell into the rhythm of the dance his hands gently massaging the small of her back pulling her closer to him. I watched transfixed, she looked so fucking hot dancing in front of me being a real slut rubbing herself into John’s groin. Her eyes were closed and I saw the passion on her face as he began to grind into her. Jayne lifted her head to Mike accepting a deep lewd kiss from him as he grabbed her bum with one hand and her breast with the other; she reached back, pawing at the bulge in his trousers. I was a little bit surprised at her actions but it had been a horny day, but I was not surprised at myself for getting really turned on by it! But then the music stopped, John broke off his kiss and began saying something to her as they wandered back over and sat at the table.

John said to me, “You have a beautiful sexy wife. You are very lucky.”

I leant over to Jayne and whispered quietly, “Why don’t you fuck John tonight? I know he wants to fuck you; his hands were all over you. I’m surprised he didn’t try to fuck you right on the dance floor.”

For a second Jayne just closed her eyes and let out a little moan and then leaned over to John, "Can I tell you a secret?" Jayne said.

Without waiting for his response, she leaned over and whispered something in John's ear that made him sit up straight and look at me smiling widely.

"What did you say to get him so excited?" I asked

"I just said I want his cock! I want him to fuck me like a slut."

"I would love to treat you to that Jayne," John said rising from his chair and kissing her on the cheek. "I have a room here, please come up to the room, both of you."

We both sat silently for a moment and Jayne smiled nervously at me as John rose from his chair and then bent down and kissed her cheek holding her hand. I looked at her hand trembling and I could see goose pimples on the skin. She sat for a moment and then gulped her drink down, "Come on then, where's your room John?" She said as she stood up holding onto to John. We all walked silently along a corridor until we stood outside John’s room, which he very promptly opened and we followed him into the small room, which was nicely furnished, a huge double bed the centrepiece. John sat down on the bed and looked lustfully at Jayne as she grabbed me by the hand and held me close. 

She nodded, hugging me and then pulling back said, “I’ve been looking forward to a fuck all day.”

“Are you ready, lover?” I asked, circling Jayne in my arms and kissing her head. 

"I love you very much. But I want to fuck John, you can watch, but that's it."

"I have to be honest, I love watching you getting fucked. Seeing you being fucked by John will be the highlight of my day," I replied. "I love you very much and you fucking another man while I watch really turns me on."

We had over the years had shared our bed with other people and I had always been an active participant but tonight was to be different, Jayne had a fantasy of me watching her with another man and I was completely turned on by it.

Jayne walked to John and began to rub his groin, she undid his zip and slid her hand in, all the time grinning up at him, “You want to fuck?” John nodded, “You want to fuck me on the bed?” He carried on nodding. 

“I just want to freshen up,” Jayne said turning into the bathroom and locking the door. 

“I suggest you get straight down to it when she comes out of the bathroom so she doesn’t have time to change her mind.” I said quietly to John.

“No problem man,” John said as he began to undress.

He undressed completely and stood at the foot of the bed. I knew Jayne would enjoy him, his body was lean and fit without an ounce of fat, his arms and legs thick and muscular, his cock was big and hung down onto his thigh.

"Guess you'd like to watch her be fucked, huh?" John said quietly to me as I sat in a chair beside the bed.

“Yes I would.” I replied listening, as the bathroom door was unlocked and Jayne emerged looking stunning, naked except for a black sparkly bra, matching thong and high heels. 

"How do I look?" 

"Now that’s more like it,” John said and gave his huge cock a few strokes.

Any doubts I had that she was up for this were dispelled; she was ready for this right now as she stared down at his cock, her mouth open as she licked her lips. 

John laughed and said "You like that babe?" 

"Mm! I do, very much. Big and hard."

"It'll get bigger and harder if you stroke it."

Without looking at me she crossed the room, put her arms round his neck, then kissed him with a long lingering kiss until after a couple of minutes they came up for air.

"I want you to suck my cock. On your knees to me and suck me."

My wife slowly knelt before him face to face with his big black cock. She just looked at it for a few moments, then licked her lips and dipped her head and wrapped her soft red lips around his semi erect cock. As I looked on, I saw her move forward and take the head and half the shaft into her mouth as John's hands grabbed her thick ginger hair and he threw his head back with a loud groan. I watched her face as the now huge, hard black cock descended a few more inches into her mouth. Jayne’s eyes were tightly shut in ecstasy as his cock slid in and out of her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked the large cock, and he began to fuck her mouth. My wife was giving this black man the blowjob of a lifetime; I was developing an almost painful hard on as I watched up close.

"Oh yeah baby, suck it. You're so fucking horny." She just grunted a response.

As Jayne sucked his cock John reached down and undid her bra strap, exposing her hard and pink nipples. My wife looked so petite kneeling against John’s huge frame as she slid her lips deep down his cock and held onto to the his hips letting him literally fuck her face. His large black hands held onto her long ginger hair to keep his knees from buckling under him.

"Your wife really has a sweet mouth man." 

“Come on babe, on the bed before you make me cum in your mouth. I want some of that sweet pussy first!” John said.

Jayne stood up and I sat forward in the chair as she looked across to me and spoke, "do you mind if he fucks me? I've dreamt of fucking like this for a long time. I want his big black cock inside me." 

"You're all worked up and randy as hell. Go for it, be my slut!"

Jayne slipped her thong down her thighs and lay back on the bed naked, legs apart her cunt glistening as John clambered up on the bed.

"Oh yea baby, that's it. I love your ginger pussy." 

John started to rub the inside of Jayne's legs and dipped his head between my lovely wife’s thighs. There was no turning back now as John parted her legs and began to suck her cunt. She opened her legs further, wrapping her thighs around his neck as I watched him slide two fingers deep inside and begin working them in and out. The bed creaked as I sat near to watch the action. John buried his face in her sweet pussy; her face was a picture as he ate her. John lapped away at her pussy making Jayne moan and writhe. My cock was aching now, all I wanted to see now was my wife getting fucked and fucked hard by this man. I couldn’t resist the urge to undo my zip and stroke myself.

I leaned over and kissed her gently. “You ok lover? John is going to fuck you in a minute while I watch!” I whispered in her ear.

After I said it, Jayne started to shudder and cry out, hers fingers clutched at the mattress, her toes curled and her whole body spasmed in a mighty orgasm. She let out a shriek only partially muffled by my kisses and almost wheezed as she fought to catch her breath.  As I watched, my breathing heavy, I had to touch my cock before it burst. I undid my trousers and slowly massaged my cock making myself harder.

I sat back in the chair as she composed herself as her orgasm subsided and John knelt between her legs. I saw the lust in her eyes and knew what she wanted next. She didn't look the least bit uncomfortable laying naked on the bed as John stood over her slowly stroking his big black cock. 

"I'm going to fuck you now, you horny white slut, while your husband watches, is that what you want?" John asked. 

"Fuck me," I heard you murmur.

"Spread your legs and take a deep breath. I'm going to fuck you now, you sexy little slut," John said as he rolled on a condom looking down at Jayne. He grinned as Jayne raised her knees and exposed her sopping cunt, kneeling between my wife’s thighs he started wanking his big black cock slowly pointing the knob at her dripping pussy, she stared at him hypnotised as his big cock moved ever closer. 

"I’m gonna fuck you Jayne, put my black cock in your white pussy and fuck you." 

"Oh yes, I want to." Jayne told him as he started to ease between her wide-open thighs, I saw his huge cock rub against her wet slit, and begin to disappear inch by inch into her gaping cunt.  Her eyes opened wide and she threw her head back as he entered her, making Jayne moan as he penetrated her. He gripped her hips and rammed his big black cock deep inside Jayne's pussy; she let out a loud groan and began to push back against him. He had his hands on both sides of her hips ramming his black cock in and out; it was so sexy to see the contrast of their skin. His cock slammed deep into her pussy again, the force of his fucking intense. I watched as his hands grabbed her thick red hair, pulling her head around so our eyes locked as he fucked her, his cock, pumping in and out of her pussy.

"Hold your husbands hand while I fuck you," John said in a very domineering way. "Keep looking at your husband, turn him on by letting him see you cum." She opened her eyes and looked directly at me, and my hand on my cock. 

He was fucking her now with long slow thrusts, slapping his balls against her bum every time he thrust fully, her hair was turning wet with sweat and she moved her hips in time with his. John's hands went to her breasts and I could see her soft flesh move as his dark fingers compressed them, the contrast in colour between her breasts and his hands so sexy.

"Yeah, fuck me harder! Fuck me!"

I saw Jayne’s eyes locked on my hand pumping steadily, she has always had a fascination for men wanking, and I stood and slowly moved closer until her lips were just inches away from my cock.

"Mm! You love my black cock don't ya Jayne? Slut! Fucking me with him watching."

John was pumping my little wife faster and deeper, both of them breaking out in beads of sweat. His black cock was pumping in and out of Jayne's pussy; I was so turned on by my normally prim wife behaving like a slut, Jayne smiled up at me as John thrust his hips forward. 

"You're wife's got a real hot little pussy, see how she loves to take black cock?"

My throat was dry and all I would do was stare as her back began to arch, his black cock disappearing into my wife’s cunt.

"Kneel up, get on your knees Jayne." John said as you obediently got on all fours. I noticed you rubbing your pussy; I slid down near your and stroked your back before whispering in your ear, "You enjoying this? You like being filled with a strangers cock?"

“Mm! I love it and love watching you wank too.”

John moved closer and started to tease her pussy with his cock, he started to ease it inside, making her moan as he penetrated her slowly. 

"Okay, it's time you got fucked!" He gripped her hips and rammed his cock deep inside her sopping cunt; she let out a loud groan and began to push back against him. 

"Oh yes, just like that." I heard her whisper as she began using her free hand to rub her clit and as she did her whole body quivered for a moment with a moan. She was groaning loudly and closed her eyes as she started to cum, she tensed and I realised she was cumming, big style, she started to shudder and cry out and her whole body spasmed in a mighty orgasm.




Erotica London



“Oh fuck! I’m cumming, shit!” Jayne moaned as another orgasm rippled through her body, I could see she was lost in the pleasure as she moaned and cum again. My eyes stayed fixed on her as I stroked myself watching my wife behave like a slut.

"Am I being your dirty little whore? Enjoying the show?"

John shifted suddenly and had Jayne flat on her back again, it was a really satisfying moment for me, the sight of my wife and her black lover fucking on the bed next to me, his black cock thrusting into my petite wife’s wet pussy. Her moans of lust turning almost to screams of delight as she wrapped her legs round his body so he would fuck her harder as I joined them on the bed. I don’t know what the people in the neighbouring rooms thought but the noise of the fucking would have kept everyone awake.

“Wank for me Gary!” Jayne said as I knelt near her, my cock just over her face. She looked avidly at the sight of my cock being pumped in my fist. “Yes, that’s it. Wank that big cock. Cum all over me, cum for me.”

I just nodded to her, I was ready to explode, and her dirty talk was turning me on to a fever pitch. 

"You're a great little fuck, you know that Jayne? You want to feel me cum, huh?" John started pumping faster and with a huge thrust came deep in your hot cunt. 

"Oh yea baby, oh yea take it. Oh fuck!" He said as he came hard. He rammed his cock deep, grabbing her shoulders and continued to fuck her as he emptied into your pussy.

I lasted for about ten seconds before my legs tightened and I came in a torrent and emptied a massive load of over Jayne's face. She gasped as the first stream of cum shot from my cock and hit her face. I kept cumming, swamping her face with spunk and matting her hair with sticky streaks. She had a look of satisfied lust painted all over her face as all three of us stayed in our positions on the bed breathing as though we had run a marathon. Slowly we untangled and released our grip on my wife and I reached for some tissues as I looked at her cum covered face and body. My wife giggled as she wiped cum from the corner of her mouth.

"I'm sorry to break this up, but I think I need to shower.”

John bent down and kissed Jayne and thanked her for a great time before shaking my hand and thanking me too. As Jayne went to shower John got dressed and asked us to meet him in the bar for a drink before we left for home.           

She stayed in there for about ten minutes before she came out and I dried her glistening body with a fluffy towel and then dressed quickly. 

"Have you had a good time Jayne?" I asked looking into her eyes. 

"Oh yes," she answered as she pulled me close. "And I want more. Oh God yes I'm fine." She smiled at me as I returned the smile. We walked hand and hand and met John in the bar. We sat together in the bar for a while having a calming drink with John being very complimentary and grateful for the evenings fun. 

"You know until I saw that video today I never ever thought about the idea of a gangbang. When I saw that woman dance for her husband and his friends I was amazed she was going to fuck them all, fancy seeing me gangbanged sometime then Gary? Certainly a new wish for me!”

“Well I am sure I can arrange a small party with some friends from the club, as long as I am there to see you in action.” 

My mind reeled in visual images, seeing Jayne with another man was so good and already I was thinking about Jayne in a gangbang. 

I had what I wanted, a loving wife who was also a real slut. I was lost thinking about it when I was jerked back to reality as noticing the time Jayne realised it was time for the fantasy to end and return to being the dutiful wife!

As we left Jayne kissed John goodbye and took his phone number with the promised that she would be back!



Erotica Made to Order 01



This is part 1 of the "Erotica Made to Order" series. This installment was inspired by AG82.


Erotica Made to Order 01: The Orbit of Him


Rounding the corner of the cereal aisle, Abby stopped short. Her mind, filled as it almost always was with the must-do minutiae of the day, suddently went blank. She stared for several seconds at the familiar shape in the middle distance, a tall man in a long dark coat standing curiously in front of a pile of lemons.

The rush of unnamable familiarity washed over her. He was someone she had known, surely- or perhaps he was just someone who looked a bit like someone else. It wasn't a question of "who is he?" but more a matter of "is he...?"

Instantly, she slunk backward out of the intersection avoid being being seen. From a distance it looked just like him, the square shoulders, the carriage of his body. As she peered a little more intently, though, she managed to convince herself that it couldn't possibly be her former lover Brock, a rather forced conclusion that brought her a kind of limited relief. His hair was shorter and a litle darker than she remembered. More than that, he didn't seem to have that intense piercing stare. He was just some Joe Schmoe at the grocery store like everybody else. Brock, she reassured herself, wasn't a Saturday afternoon grocery shopping guy. He had always seemed more the Tuesday at 4am type; just the essentials, no small talk- milk, eggs, lube. Besides, he was a thousand miles away now- or so she had heard.

She could have solved the mystery right then and there by simply approaching him and saying "hello," but the painfully shy Abby couldn't dare do such a thing. Instead, she watched him select a lemon and shuffle away into the florescant din.


That night she found it impossible to sleep, rewinding the non-event in her mind over and over as she lay in bed. It wasn't him, of course. That would be ridiculous. And even if it was, why would he ever want to talk to her again after the way things had ended between them?

Years had passed, but the painful morass of their relationship remained as real for her as anything in her life. They were, from the very beginning, doomed to fail as a couple-- as different as two people could be. For a breif while, though, they had something incredible. Abby, an introvert since childhood, adored the socially gregarious Brock, and being with him gave her a kind of permission to explore long-neglected feelings and urges.

As a lover, he was the most intense she had ever known. It was not enough for him to simply make love to her. He took singular pleasure in coaxing her out of her shell, baby step by baby step. He taught her to enjoy her femininity and to relish the power she derived from the pleasure she gave him. Soon, however, he wanted more. For Brock, true love was a kind of possession. 

To have her emotionally and sexually, he had to possess her completely. In the end, their tempestuous union boiled down to a simple choice between him or her own emotional independence. At that point in her life, there really wasn't a choice. She had just gotten out of school and was just getting established on her own. She couldn't even consider giving up an independence that she had yet to earn.

On her back in bed, her fingers unconsciously travelled down her sides and peeled down her plain white cotton panties. As her mind filled with memories of Brock's touch, his eyes, his voice, her fingers began to slowly rub along the stiffening nub of her cliterus. Her legs spread wider as her hand dug deep into her body, desperately trying to simulate the feeling of Brock's cock inside her.

The next day, the ringing of her phone broke the silence.

"Hello?" she asked. At first she heard only air on the other end of the call. She repeated herself.

"Abbigail," said a low, calm voice. "Hello."

He didn't identify himself. He didn't have to. In a way she was glad for this because just hearing his name again would probably have been too much of a shock.

"Hello," she replied. She was mirroring him again. The same old games. Simon says.

"I am calling to let you know that I'm back in town for a few weeks," he said. "I've actually been here a few days. I would have called sooner but- I think you know why I didn't. When I saw you last night, I thought it best to do the decent thing and call you."

His voice. Her body involuntarily reacted to the sounds vibrating through her spine. "I appreciate that," she said, summoning an air of independence, "but it's hardly necessary."

"I think it is," he said. "I hate the way things ended between us."

Assuming that he was referring to how she had dumped him, she began to apologize but he stopped her. It was he who needed to apologize, not her. All this time he had blamed himself for the horrible choice that he forced her to make. He wanted to see her again just to say those words in person.

She began to make excuses and vague references to a busy schedule but he would have none of it. "I need to see you, Kitten."

At the sound of that word, the precise inflection of his voice when he said it, her body tingled with sexual urgency. She could feel the wetness gathering between her legs. The power this man still had over her was palpable.

The note on her fridge was a spine tingling novel in mineature: "Brock- the pump room restaurant - tonight at 8p."

She steeled herself against what would surely be the greatest test of personal strength in her adult life. She couldn't fall under his spell again. She couldn't let his charisma- his always perceptable sexual energy lead her down that path again. He may have been able to mold her and shape her years ago, but he was no match for her now.

In her closet she searched for a long while for the right outfit that fit the occasion. Unable to find a sequinned gown with the words "I'm over you" emblazoned in giant letters across the front, she chose an elegant red dress with a skirt just below the knee. At five feet and ten inches tall, Abby wasn't about to risk falling on her face in heels. She slipped on a pair of black flats.

She stopped- the ensemble wasn't complete yet. From the lowest, least-opened drawer in her dresser she pulled out a pair of nylons. She made up a new rule for herself. It was OK to feel a little sexy underneath as long as she wasn't doing it for him. 

As she pulled them on over her legs, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her legs were long, shapely. She liked the way they looked. She used to love the way he reacted when she wore short skirts.

OK, maybe she was doing it for him- but only to sexually frustrate him, to tease him a little with a whiff of what he can no longer have.



At the restaurant he was waiting for her, which was surprising. He had always seemed to take some pleasure in making her wait. 

"How have you been?" he asked as he pulled out her chair for her. His eyes in the candlelight were as bright and fiery as ever.

"Good," she replied. "I'm good."


"You were in Europe for a while?" she asked by way of smalltalk.

"Yes, some business. Dull stuff, really. I'm in the States for a month working on a new project."

She began to talk about her job, perhaps as a way to prove to him and to herself that she had succeeded in some way since leaving him. He listened intently for a few minutes then suddenly stopped her.

"I want you to do something," he said without pretense of changing the subject. "I want you to put your hand on my knee."

"Brock, that isn't going to work on me anymore. I'm different. I've-"

"I wasn't asking," he said flatly. "I simply made the statement that I want you to. What you choose to do is entirely up to you, is it not?"

"I suppose so."

"There you go. Do not think that I have not noticed every detail of your gorgeous visage tonight. Your hands are particularly lovely. You got a manicure recently, I see."

"No, I just keep them neatly filed," she said cautiously holding her crisp red nail up for him to see. Unpainted but perfectly shaped, each nail had a crisp white tip.

"I like them a great deal," he said. "It pleases me to see you so put together, so feminine."

"I must admit that I get a kick out of it, too." In truth, she was more interested in his reaction. She wanted more.

Under the table, she briefly rested her hand on his upper thigh. "There," she said defiantly. But rather than pull her hand away she found herself strangely held transfixed by the warmth of his body. She glanced over at his warm smile. In it there were a thousand pages of untold stories, a thousand urges waiting to be expressed. With her thumb, she could feel the bulge of his pants growing slowly.

"How does that make you feel?" he asked. "To know that it's right here for you- all for the taking."

She did not want to answer, and yet she would not pull her hand away. If she concentrated very hard she could feel his heartbeating through the fabric of his pants.

"Unzip me," he demanded.

Her eyes flashed with terror and revulsion. No. Not here. Not now. Not me. She could feel his cock rubbing against her thumb now, and instintually she reached out for it and grasped the outline of his shaft. He closed his eyes for a moment With some difficulty she reached for the zipperhead and slowly, soundlessly, opened his fly. A wave of heat escaped and the smell of his sex wafted into her nose. Without hesitation, she reached in and grabbed hold of his cock, looking deeply into his eyes.

"Kitten," he said slowly. "You are an incredible woman."

Soon the waiter arrived with menus, and she struggled to find a way to bring her hands up from Brock's crotch in a less than obvious way. Instead, she kept it there, squeezing the head as the young man rattled off the list of specials.

As soon as the intruder exited the scene, Brock turned to Abby. "I know it's an awful cliche to rush out in a situation like this, but in this case I think it's appropriate."

She agreed.

"Could you do the honors?" he asked, nodding downward.

She sealed his monster back in its cage and, after pretending to get an emergency text, they sped off in his car in the direction of his downtown hotel. As they drove, her heart raced. She couldn't take her eyes off of his crotch. "For such a shy girl, you really are a naughty one," he said amusedly. "You want it in your mouth don't you?"

She knew from past experience that he was waiting for a response. He did not believe in rhetorical questions. "... Yes," she said at length. "I do."

"Where else do you want it?"

"... Inside me."

"Where?"

"I want it in my pussy, sir."

His smile grew broader and brighter at the sound of her old name for him. "I'm very happy to hear that."

Once through the lobby and alone in the elevator, the shy girl turned to Brock and kissed him deeply. Her hands spread out on his expansive chest. His arms wrapped around her. He pushed the number for the top foor, some fifty stories above them.

"I'm ready," she said. "I'm ready to give myself to you in a way I couldn't before."

"Somehow I knew you would be," he said.

Perhaps as a test or perhaps as an acknowledgement of her decision, he placed his hand on the back of her neck and pushed downward. She kissed her way down his chest to his stomach. She looked up at him with a measure of fear in her eyes. He nodded with a kind of empathy but pressed even harder on her shoulders. Terrified but eager to feel him in her mouth again, she opened his fly and pulled out his thick, meaty penis. The smell of it was intoxicating. She opened wide and could feel saliva forming in the edges of her mouth.

"Show me how a bad girl sucks a cock, kitten."

She was on her knees now, kneeling before his cock like an ardent worshiper of cum. She licked him from the base to the tip, massaging his balls all the while. With a hand on the back of her head pulling her down onto his cock, she relaxed her throat and took him in. His cock pulsed and throbbed in her mouth. It thrilled her to know that she had made him this way. She knew she could make him cum. She ached for the validation of her sir's semen inside her. It would be a serious challenge to bring him to ejaculation in just a minute or so, but the challenge of it spurred her on. Soon every part of her joined in the cause of making Brock cum by the top floor- both hands pumping him as her mouth and tongue worked his cock like a professional. She could taste the thick dab of precum in her mouth. He was close and she knew it.

Suddenly, she felt the elevator slowing. Glancing over she saw that they were only half way up. Quickly she stood up and shoved him back into his pants just as a quartet of elderly women arrived and filed in to join them.

Abby asked them what floor they wanted. The tallest of the group turned and said that they were headed to a senior's mixer on the 40th floor ballroom. They were going to get lucky, the lady said, and if she didn't watch it they were going to steal that hunk of man meat next to her.

"Not on your life, lady," said Abby jokingly. "This man is all mine- or rather, I'm all his."

As soon as the ladies filed out, she kissed him again, the fain taste of his precum on her tongue. She reached down and pulled him out- even though she only had a few floors left she wasn't about to give up. Her mouth clamped onto his cock tightly. His hands gripped her head on either side, pulling her up and down and then all the way down. Her lips pressed against his groin as the head of his cock pushed all the way back into her throat. Her gag reflex was about to kick in but she continued to fight it as best she could. She could sense it start down in his balls, a low rumbling vibration. Then suddenly she felt his cock explode and recoil, hot cum roaring out of hiim and into her throat. She smiled warmly as she continued to stroke him, milking him of every last drop. He smiled down at her and stroked her hair lovingly.

He helped her up off her knees, and as she turned to leave she saw that the elevator doors had been open for quite some time while she knelt there sucking him off. Anyone could have seen them. She was morified on some level but far too aroused to care at this point. She rooted around for his card key.

"We're not going tto the room," he said sternly, nodding toward the "authorized personnel only" stairs. Up two flights of industrial steps and past a locked door, they found themselves on the roof of the old hotel in the heart of the downtown area. The whole of the city lie at their feet, white dots of light spreading out across the horizon in a limitless sea of activty. Though it was windy at this altitude, the air was warm and surprisingly comfortable.

Brock walked reached behind the access door to fetch the bag he had evidently stashed there hours earlier. From it, he produced a pair of soft nylon ropes. He then walked Abby over to the stone ledge and tied each wrist to the u-shaped iron moorings that held billboards in place decades earlier. Her long body was now bent over the ledge. Her face looked out over the city with her red dress flapping up behind her to expose her panties. She took in her surroundings. There was enough light up there to see, but that also meant that they could be seen from the windows of the other taller buildings nearby. She was completely exposed, her ass hanging out for anyone to see.

He pressed up behind her. She could feel his cock, already rock hard again, rubbing against her ass cheeks in the night air.

"You told me that you want me in your pussy," he said at last. "Is that true?"

"Yes, sir."

"Say the words, kitten. You don't get your reward unless I hear the words."

"I want you to fuck my little pussy, sir."

"Very good," he said.

His pants fell down at his ankles and he easily stepped out of them. She could feel his cock head tracing the curves of her body. Her pussy was shaking with desire. He reached down between her legs and slowly peeled down her panties. She juggled her legs a bit so he could take them all the way off. He held them up to his mouth and smelled them. He put them in his mouth and tasted them. 

"You are delicious," he said. "Do you want a taste?"

"Mmm hmmm," she said eagerly and took her own panties into her mouth. As she wrung the juices from the fabrick with her lips and tongue, she could feel his hands on her bare pussy.

With the head of his penis presssing against her clitorous he leaned over her and demanded, "Say the words."

"Mmm please," she said, through the panties in her mouth. "Please fuck me."

His hands tightened down on her hips and his cock rammed into her soft, wet pussy. He pounded her like a beast, each thrust pushing her out over the ledge a little more. The danger of it drove her mad with desire. Her pussy twithed and spasmed as she approached orgasm. Just when it seemed she was about to cum, he leaned forward, grabbed her long hair and pulled. 

"You want to cum, don't you, kitten?"

"Yes, sir. More than anything."

"Not yet."

He untied her temporarily and moved her around to face him. He reached around her and unzipped her dress and let it fall to the ground. She was now naked, exposed. He kissed her, his hands on her face. he leaned her back against the ledge and tied her hands to the moorings again. He put his hand on her pussy and inserted a pair of fingers. Her hips involuntarily writhed. He lowered himself down and kissed her stomach. Her tied hands could not reach him, though she wanted very badly to be able to touch him. His mouth wrapped around her clit with his fingers still inside her. He drew her cliterous into his mouth and sucked hard. Involuntarily she began chanting "ohmygod ohmyhod..."

"You may cum now," he said. "Cum for me."

On those words, as if on command, her pussy convulsed in powerful orgasm. He stood up and kissed her hard, mingling their juices, and rammed himself back inside her still-cumming pussy.

"Are you my slut, kitten?"

"Yes."

"Say the words."

"I am your slut."

Her orgasm seemed like it would not stop. She was flying over the city with his cock buried in side her. In the midst of his danger, she was safe. In his bondage, she was free.



Erotica Made to Order 02



This is part 2 of the "Erotica Made to Order" series. The muse in question requested that her name not be mentioned here.


Erotica Made to Order 02: An Arrangement of Sorts


John's voice on the phone was cool and distant. "I'm sorry to hear that," he intoned. This was his go-to response whenever Carol brought him bad news. No matter the severity or circumstance, his response was nearly always the same- she had lost a diamond earring; the soufflé had fallen; their son had been kicked out of another private school. He was sorry to hear it.

It was as if he had spent years training himself to say it without thinking, a kind of muscle memory that allowed him to elicit the minimal amount of required sympathy but still leave his mind free to think about something else at the same time.

But that was John, always there but never there.

While his reply was not surprising to Carol in any way, she had hoped that this situation warranted a bit of genuine concern or even, though she knew it was too much to ask, some genuine concern for the woman who was, after all, his wife of more than three decades.

The long grey Mercedes lay at the side of the nameless highway, smoke billowing from under her hood. The weak light of the winter sun was fading fast, and before too long she would be very cold and very lost.

The obvious concern she had for her safety didn't seem to concern him at the moment. This was the evening of the big year-end gala for John's firm, after all, and she was already an hour late meeting him there. His tone implied that he was waiting for an apology from her.

"On any other night, I would gladly slide by to pick you up," he began cautiously. "But I couldn't possibly leave until after Roger's speech. You know that."

"What am I supposed to do then?"

"People are taking their seats, Carol," he said. His voice sounded as though had covered his mouth with his hand so no one could lip-read his desperation. "Do you have any idea what this looks like?"

"John, do you even-"

"Carol, I have to go. Call our service. They'll have somebody out there in twenty minutes."

She tried to interrupt, to tell him that she already had called the service and the wait time was more like three hours or more due to a convention or some such bother downtown. She got half a sentence out before she realized that he had already hung up. She paged through her contacts looking for someone else she might be able to rely upon to rescue her tonight, but the battery indicator fluttered a few times like a ham actor at the end of a Shakespeare play and, like her car, suddenly died.

At this moment, as if some karmic comedian in the heavens decided this would be a good time to start snowing, she felt a flake or two fall on her eyelashes. Reaching up to her hair, a few more melted on her hand. She wondered for a moment what the white flakes looked like atop her auburn hair with that recently acquired shock of grey. John liked to refer to it as her "racing stripe." Though he hadn't really intended to make her self-conscious about it, talking about her like a car did make her feel strangely about getting older. Was she a classic whose value only increased with each passing year or was she a rapidly depreciating model soon to be replaced with a newer, shinier one?

She shook her head to rid her mind of the idea. She buttoned her long black woolen coat, tightened her lips in concentration, and took stock of her predicament. With a flick of her key-fob she locked her wounded beast and turned to the nearest source of light.

From this distance (a mile? three miles?) it was impossible to tell whether she had pinned her hopes for salvation on a humble rest stop, a gas station, or some roadside murder factory where cult members grind up passers by and sell them at a nearby diner. She paused for a moment to listen intently but could hear no screams of abject horror coming from the glow ahead. This she interpreted as a sign of good fortune. 

The snow was coming down harder now, and she could feel the flakes embedding into the flesh on the back of her slender neck and melting there. She wasn't really dressed for the occasion. And yet there she was, trudging along the shoulder of a busy highway at night in a pair of heels that were never intended to walk in for more than a few yards. 

They had been John's favorite during the early years when he pretended to notice this sort of thing. They were made of a flesh tone patent leather with a curved heel and pointy toe that had been popular years ago but had only recently become fashionable again.

She wondered, as she tried not to sprain her ankles on the uneven ground, whether she wore them to remind him of how he used to feel about her or to remind herself of how she used to feel.

None of it mattered now, of course, but dwelling on this seemed like a good idea when her only other option was to think about the cold, the embarrassment, and the painful death that awaited her if one of those hulking trucks passed just a few inches closer.

After what seemed like an hour or more, she found herself in the center of the dome of light on the highway. She looked up at the giant illuminated sign. TranspoUSA Truck Plaza.

In the haze of snow the outline of the facility looked more like a row of shacks, a series of small buildings stuck together like a mobile home with dozens of additions and extensions. Clearly, she thought to herself, fate had delivered her to the murder factory.

But she couldn't stand out there in the cold indefinitely, and there didn't seem like another workable option for her. At the very least, she'd have to wait there for the car service to find her in a few hours or, more likely, in the morning.

As she pushed through the smeary glass doors, the rush of warm air made her woozy for a moment. Thanks to a thick layer of condensation on her glasses, she could barely see.

To the handful of men standing around the counter chatting, she must have looked like a character from a bad fish-out-of-water movie as she carefully peeled off her coat and folded it over her arm. Underneath, she had on the sleek black evening gown she had selected for the gala. So much for fitting in.

Unsure what to do next, she sought out the ladies room. She reached to the nearest wall to switch on the lights and, to add one more layer of horror to her evening, she found that they did not work. From the smell wafting up from the stalls, it seemed like janitorial neglect might be at play here- probably due to the ratio of women to men at an establishment such as this, she assumed.

She spun around and, when she was reasonably sure the other truck stop denizens were no longer watching her, she quickly snuck through the door to the men's room and sought out a stall. Certainly, this was not much cleaner, but at least it had light.

Hanging her coat on the peg, she spread toilet paper over the toilet lid and carefully took a seat.

After sitting there for some time listening to the chatter outside, it occurred to her that she didn't even need to use the bathroom after all. She just wanted a place to hide, to regroup. Through the crack in the stall door she could see a hint of herself int he long dingy mirror. Her hair was a mess. The long curvy curls she had spent so long creating had fallen flat against her face. She decided not to strain to see any more. Too depressing.

It had been years, maybe decades, since she had surreptitiously used a men's room. There was a certain thrill to it. For what she could tell, she was alone, but she imagined men sitting in the adjacent stalls or at the urinals with their penises in their rough hands. She smiled slightly thinking about what they might say if they found her here, the strangely dressed lady hiding where she shouldn't be. She thought about what they might do, and the notion sent a pleasant shock through her body.

This is when she noticed it, a three inch wide hole in the side of her stall. The rough metal edges of it were covered in silver tape. She had heard about these things but never believed it could be real. It had to be a joke.

The door opened. She lifted her feet slightly so her womanly feet would not give her away.

She listened intently as the stranger opened the door to the stall next to her. She could see just a hint of his body as he unzipped his stained jeans, pulled out his cock and began pissing in the toilet. The sound of it filled the room. She wondered if he could see enough of her to realize she didn't belong.

She heard the mystery man flush. Good, she thought. She closed her eyes and counted the seconds until he left her alone.

But after some time she realized that she hadn't heard the sounds she expected- the zipping up, the stall door, his exit. She carefully opened her eyes. Through the hole in the stall she noticed something coming through the hole, a man's penis.

Mortified, she tried to think of an escape plan. If she was quiet, she might be able to leave, she thought. Once outside, though, what would she do about the phalanx of truckers waiting for her there? And even if she got away from them, what then?

It was thicker than John's, veiny and uncircumcised. She tried not to think about the slab of man flesh that hung before her, but she couldn't deny the odd attraction she felt. It seemed strong, powerful.

Against all intuition, she reached out one manicured finger and touched the tip. The skin reacted to her touch. With a bit more confidence she grasped the shaft and rubbed the head with her thumb. Through the hole in the stall she could see the balls tighten. She liked the direct reaction. She gently stroked the shaft and watched it grow in her hand. With the soft grunting on the other side cheering her on, she became more brazen and rougher with the stranger's cock in her hands. He seemed to like that very much. She noticed his hands gripping tightly to the top of the stall. 

Her mind raced. The danger of the situation soon became crowded out by a rush of emotions. Looking at the head of his cock pulsating in her hand, she became overwhelmed with the need to make him cum. She opened her mouth wide and let her hot breath fall on the shaft. She heard a moan of appreciation in response. The idea of kissing the head intrigued her. She leaned forward and puckered her lips but the urge to have him in her mouth took over. She parted her lips and took him in as best she could. She could only manage a few inches at first but after a while her jaw relaxed and her throat opened up. This is when the stranger in the other stall stopped trying to be quiet.

"Fuck!" he grunted.

In that moment she caught another glimpse of herself in the mirror- just the edge of her shoulder as she pumped him with her mouth. There she was, the wife of the top lawyer in the city, in a men's room stall in her evening gown with a trucker's cock in her mouth. The thought of it caused her whole body to tingle. She could feel the warmth of her pussy wafting up from between her legs.

Both hands on his cock now, she pulled herself down onto his shaft completely. From the rhythm of his movements and the sound of his voice, she could tell he was close. She freed one hand and reached down under her skirt. Through her pantyhose and panties, she could feel how wet it was. She ripped a small hole in her nylons and peeled her panties to the side. Her clit was warm and erect. She rubbed her button urgently as she sucked.

Suddenly, the cock disappeared. The stall door swung open, and the man stood there for a moment, his throbbing cock in his hand. He stared at her masturbating and grinned. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes.

"Cum on my face," she said, her fingers buried in her pussy. "Treat me like a whore."

His fingers tangled in her hair, he pulled her down onto him and she nearly gagged. She would not stop.Her hands grabbed his balls and squeezed.

With a long exhale, the stranger exploded all over her face. She could feel the hot cum dripping down her cheeks and nose. She continued rubbing her clit, looking up at him with intense lust. She stood up and lifted her skirt.

"Come on," she said impatiently. "Give it to me!"

The restroom door opened slowly. In walked a giant of a man, greasy brown hair and a full, bushy beard. His arms were round and muscular. To her, he looked like a bear. The lump of flesh in his jeans was unmistakable. Staring intensely at her, the bear stepped forward and closed the door behind him.

She arched an cum-drenched eyebrow and emerged from the stall. Her first suitor stood back to let his friend through, still rubbing his cock excitedly.

"Who's got a cock hard enough to fuck me?" she asked. The words seemed to be forming themselves. Part of her was horrified at what she was saying and doing, but she couldn't stop now. She was a woman possessed.

The bear backed her up against a closed stall door and jammed a pair of fingers in her wet pussy. Her eyes closed involuntarily.

The bear smiled and pumped his fingers in and out of her while her hips quivered. "What brings a nice lady like you all the way out here?"

"Cock," she said playfully. "Can I have yours?" She placed her hand outside his jeans and squeezed the bulge hard.

He unzipped and let his semi-erect penis flop out of his jeans. She grabbed the shaft greedily and stroked. It gets even bigger, she thought, and its going to be inside me. He led her over to the grimy sink and propped her up on the cold porcelain, her skirt up around her waist. She spread her legs wide, her shoes dangling in the air. He penetrated her without pretense or warning. His hands wrapped around her back and pulled her closer. He grunted like an animal as he fucked her. She reached around him and grabbed two handfuls of his ass and squeezed.

Over his shoulder she could see the first stranger watching them. Watching him masturbate drove her wild. The bear soon shot a hot, forceful load inside her pussy and soon she could feel the waves of orgasm beginning to build.

"Don't stop," she urged. She pulled him closer as her body convulsed. "Don't stop."

She walked over to the first stranger as the bear wiped his cock clean. He rubbed her clit slowly as the orgasm sustained a bit longer. "Need more," she groaned.

The door opened again. There were five of them in total now, each of them with a murderous look in their eye and a hard cock in their hands. She wanted them all, and by God tonight she was going to have them.

Soon she was on all fours on the floor. She could feel her palms sticking to the floor. A little disgusted, she was grateful at least that the melange of dried piss and cum will give her more grip.

One of the new men pulled up behind her and jammed his cock into her from behind. Meanwhile, a pair of fresh cocks dangled in front of her wanton mouth. She reached out for them with her cum-covered mouth. These two were quick, and soon she had them right on the cusp. With her mouth wide, she put both in her mouth at the same time and urged them to cum for her. Warm load filled her mouth and dripped down her chin. She swallowed what she could.

Meanwhile, her first two lovers were jacking off over her body and sprayed semen down her back as the cock in her pussy kept on going. His hands dug into her hips as she pushed harder against him. He pulled out suddenly and began rubbing his balls against the skirt of her dress. Soon, he shot his load so hard that it landed on the back of her neck. The semen, her reward, dripped back down to mix with the rest.

Her dress was clearly ruined by this point. The imported fabric was now stained beyond repair, and several seams had pulled out and torn in all the activity.

"Get me out of this," she moaned.

Bear produced a long hunting knife and grinned. "Glad to oblige, ma'am." Playfully he cut a long slit up her skirt to fully expose her pussy. The ripping sound was intoxicating. The bear prepared to cut away the bodice of the dress and rested the knife against her belly for a moment so she could feel the cold metal against her skin. The danger of it made her pussy ache. Soon she was free of the cum-strewn frock and stood in the midst of them wearing nothing but a pair of shoes.

"I'm not done with you," she said to the man who had been fucking her from behind. He laid down on the floor, and she slowly slid herself down onto him.

Her eyes closed in ecstasy and reached out for a pair of cocks to stroke.

All of it became too much at some point. Overwhelmed with lust, Carol came again, so hard that she seemed to black out for a while.

Some time later, she woke up on the floor, naked and sticky with cum. 

She found a pair of dirty jeans left there for her, along with a stained white T-shirt and a scattering of five and ten dollar bills. They had paid for it, and somehow that made it even more satisfying.

****

Weeks later, Carol was in a haze, unable to forget about that night or forgive herself for the terrible betrayal it represented. She wanted to relive it all in her mind and fantasize about the hidden power she possessed, but the guild would not allow her. 

Being the sort of couple they are, Carol and John lived in the sort of conspicuously expansive house that both screamed "We're loaded" from the rooftops and also allowed one to avoid one's spouse for days at a time. Unable to face John and fearful that something might slip, she used this fact to her advantage.

However, one night she wandered off through a portion of the house she didn't expect him to be, she heard a strange noise coming from the media room. It was quiet at first but she could hear grunts and moans coming from inside. It sounded like porn. Perhaps catching him masturbating might assuage her mind a little, she thought. Sure enough, as she approached she saw the back of his head in his chair, bobbing up and down.

The video on their giant LCD TV was a crude surveillance feed, complete with timecode and everything. At first it struck her like the fake "voyeur" porn on the Internet. It didn't look real at all. When she looked closer, however, she recognized something- her own face. A crowd of anonymous men stood around her naked body, using her like a common whore.

Suddenly the entire episode made a strange kind of sense. "You set all this up, didn't you?" she asked. 

He didn't answer.

It occurred to her just how complicated that must have been. He would have had to arrange everything, from the car breaking down to hand-picking the men. For the first time in years, she felt genuinely touched. "I mean, was all of that for me?" she asked. 

Again, he didn't answer. He simply smiled broadly and motioned for her to join her to watch the rest.

"They're expecting you again next week," he said with a grin. "You don't want to disappoint them, I hope."



Erotica Made to Order 03



This is part 3 of the "Erotica Made to Order" series. This installment was inspired by Helicase.


Erotica Made to Order 03: A Bottle of Cognac


"I can hardly believe that it's been two years," chuckled Liam, "Two years of squinting down microscopes and collecting data."  

The professor and his graduate assistant sighed in unison.  Grace glanced down at the over-stuffed binders on his desk. That was just the final output, she reminded herself. There were boxes full of raw figures and observational notes back at the lab.

"Two years," Grace repeated flatly. Her mind was somewhere else.

Seeing the project to completion represented a monumental accomplishment, not to mention the final hurdle for her Ph.D.  She thought back on all the work that went into those pages- the long hours, the late nights.  There were times when thought she would go blind or insane from all the detail-obsessed, toilsome work, but now that the study was finally complete, she was overcome with the sudden realization that she would miss it all immensely.

She looked up at Liam, his wavy salt-and-pepper hair jostling about as he gestured.  He was talking about a follow-up study that delved more deeply into specific aspects, a "sequel" so to speak, but that wouldn't include her.

Now that she would soon have her doctorate, she was expected to head off to some small Midwestern college and teach biology, and though she was eager to meet the challenge, she knew that whatever she might have had with Liam would soon dissolve into the dust of memory.

Over the last four semesters, the two had grown fairly close. A year before, when she broke up with her long-time boyfriend, he offered a cardigan-clad shoulder to cry upon.  Not only that, Liam and his formidable intellect served as a huge inspiration.  To her, he stood out as a shining example of what pure research could and should be. She pushed herself harder than she thought possible just in the hopes of impressing this man whom she respected so much.

Brilliant and easy to talk to are not traits that often appear side by side in the same person, and yet somehow in Liam they manifested acutely.  It was a combination so rare as to be considered statistically impossible. Looking at him now, it seemed like a fitting description, not only for him but also for her situation.

"We really should celebrate," he suggested casually. "A drink at the Mare's Head."

She put a finger in her short reddish-brown hair and twirled. "Tonight?" she asked. As if by reflex, she was thinking up an excuse in order to spend her time on the project, forgetting that the project was now complete.  "Yes," she said, remembering herself. "Tonight."

"I need to run home and get a bite to eat." He pulled on his corduroy jacket in one fluid motion. "How about eight?"

"Eight," she repeated as he sped off.

She forced herself not to consider the possibilities of a night such as this, even though the odd thought did pop into her brain now and again as she got ready for this celebratory drink. Not a date, she told herself. No pressure. Wear something that looks like you didn't spend any time at all thinking about what to wear.

A few hours later she paused for a moment between the double doors at the Mare's Head. She checked her reflection in the nearby mirror: a black knee-length dress with shoulder straps covered with a green cardigan. The outfit said everything she wanted to say, just not too loudly.  

The shoes, however, were a bit less understated. In a different context, one might have interpreted them as "bad girl pumps," black patent leather heels with a pointy toe. She told herself that the footwear had nothing to do with fashion. If she were mugged on her way to or from the car, she could use the sharp, angular heels to defend herself.

She spotted Liam sitting in a booth near the far end of the tavern. He didn't notice her entrance at first, lost in thought as he often was. 

She soon grabbed his attention through the insistent clicking of her shoes on the wood flooring as she approached.  His head snapped up and he regarded her for a moment.  Although he must have expected Grace to dress up a bit, he didn't seem prepared to see her in this new context.  He smiled with a crinkle in the corner in his eye.

As she carefully took her seat across from him, she found something waiting for her. He had already ordered her a dry martini, her favorite. He must have heard her mention them ages ago. She was impressed.

"Thanks," she said enthusiastically. "Yummy."

The two raised their glasses in a wordless toast.  "As you know," he said, sipping his whiskey. "I've been doing this for a long time."

"Indeed," said Grace playfully. "I would make a joke about bearing witness to the invention of the microscope but I think that would be cruel."

"Well," he began, choosing to forge ahead with his original thought. "I know you're going to fly off and do amazing things wherever you land next, but…" his voice trailed off.

This isn't like him, she thought. She wondered what he was having so much difficulty saying.

"I have really enjoyed working with you," he said.

That was a bit of a let down.

"By that, I mean that you're the best damn grad student I have ever had. It's not that you do the work and do it well- you have a real passion for it, a real zeal for it."

"I'm sure you were just like this when you were in your mid-20's."

"Sure, sure," he laughed. "I was. But my point is this: I'm going to miss you," he said and raised his glass in a toast to her.

Suddenly the realization struck her. This was what he had been trying to blurt out the whole time.

She desperately wanted to open up to him about the torch she had held for him since her undergraduate days. She wanted to spill her guts and tell her about all the daydreams and fantasies she harbored for him- but she knew better than to read too much into "I'm going to miss you." If she hinted at what she really felt, this evening would very likely end badly. Very badly, indeed. She couldn't risk spending the next ten years ruefully remembering her last moments with Professor Liam.

She smiled as warmly as she would allow herself to. "I will definitely miss this place. I'll miss the lab. I'll miss you, too."

He smiled widely as if an idea had just popped into his head. "You know what? I think I've had enough of this joint's bottom shelf rot gut. What would you say to a glass of the good stuff?"

"How good?"

"The best."

"Where? This town only has one decent bar." Of course she knew he meant to take her back to his home. She wanted to her him say the words.

"I have a special bottle at my house. Come on. It's a celebration. You have to try it."

She agreed and after a short walk, they arrived at a small tudor style house that had stood just off campus not unlike Snow White's cottage for just over a century. He unlocked the door and it swung open with a creak.

"This is a fantastic house," she gushed. 

"You've been here before," he replied, reaching past her to switch on the lights.  "Three years ago. You were part of a group that came over for a faculty dinner to discuss the biology PhD program."

Again, she was surprised that he had remembered. She made her way to the couch and carefully sat down.

"You wore a red sweater," he said distractedly as he marched to the liquor cabinet and produced a dusty bottle from its darkest recesses. "It's cognac, the best."

She pulled off her cardigan, spread her arm out over a pile of papers on the coffee table and relaxed. Her bare shoulders seemed a bit exposed. The space between them seemed different now. No longer professor and grad assistant, they were now just two adults having a drink, a man and a woman. Anything could happen. She allowed her mind to drift into the forbidden zone for a moment but soon stopped herself.

"I've been saving it since- wow, it's been a while," he laughed, carefully uncorking the delicate relic. "It was a gift when I was about your age- a bottle of Martell that dates back to the 1930's. It has history- all kinds of stories surround it. None of them are true, of course."

"But why now?" she asked. "Why open it tonight?"

"This is probably the most significant work of science I've ever done. I owe a lot of that to you, so it only seems natural to open it tonight and to open it with you."

He produced a pair of tulip-shaped glasses and began to pour a modest amount in each.

"Have you had cognac before?" he asked.

She knew that it was a kind of brandy, and she had a rough idea about how to drink it properly, but she 
couldn't resist the urge make him play the teacher one last time. She looked him dead in the eyes and paused for a moment to ensure that she had his attention. "Show me," she said.

He grinned broadly and held her hands in his. "You need to hold it like this with your palms around it to warm it up a bit. You can swirl it just a little, too."

She brought the glass to her lips. "Now tape a sip," he said. "Just a little bit and let it roll around a bit. You want to coat the inside of your mouth with it."

"Like this?" asked Grace coquettishly, her mouth open seductively.

"Exactly." Unable to hold back any longer. Liam grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her hard. Their mouths were open as they met, tongues lashing together amid the liquor.   She dropped her glass harmlessly on the carpet and let both of her hands rest against his chest.

He laid her back onto the couch.  For a moment, he stood over her admiring the shape of her body. There she was, her skirt bunched up half way to her thighs, smiling up at him.

The dam had broken, and now she was overwhelmed with a wave of urges coaxing her into flights of lust and ecstasy.  The erection in his khakis became apparent to Grace right away. As soon as she caught a glimpse of the stiffening lump, she felt a tingle in her loins at the thought of pleasing him. She wanted to be his woman.

The shades were up. Anyone passing by could see them. She straightened herself on the couch, preparing to lower the shades, but he put Liam hand on her shoulder firmly and said "No." He unzipped himself slowly and looked into her dark brown eyes.

"Come closer," he said.

She leaned in toward him as instructed, her face just inches from the open hole in his pants.  She wanted him in her mouth.  At the same time, however, a pang of fear shot up her arched spine.  Her knowledge in this regard was limited to a handful of drunken hookups during her undergraduate days.  Never before had she given oral pleasure to a man. She worried that her inexperience might ruin this one shining chance to be with Liam.

He unbuttoned his pants and pulled himself out, already thick, long and very hard.  In her eyes it was a monster. The wide-eyed look on her face, heightened arousal mixed with terror, made Liam pause and smile.

"I know this is unfamiliar for you," he said reassuringly. "That's part of why I'm so damned attracted to you. It's OK. I'll show you."

He put his hand on her cheek tenderly. She looked up into his eyes.

"Would you like that?" he asked.

She nodded eagerly. "I want to learn, professor."

He held his cock out in front of her face. "First off, just lean forward and give it a taste."

Her tongue reached out for him tentatively. She made contact with the head of his cock, and the salty flavor of him, the feel of his pulse on her lip- it awakened something in her. She licked his shaft from the base to the tip like an irresistible ice cream cone. 

"Now open up, dear," he intoned as he put his fingers inside her mouth to push her lips apart. She held her mouth wide for him- the heat of her breath caused his cock to throb in anticipation. He put one hand on the back of her head and pulled her onto him. "Relax your throat as best you can," he said. 

By then, she had him deep inside her mouth and in her eyes he could see the lust of a wanton woman.

With his free hand he grabbed hers and placed it on his testicles. Instinctively, she massaged them with her fingers.  Liam let out a moan, a reaction that spurred her on to further intensity.  She took him further into her mouth, to the edge of her gag reflex.

Both hands in her hair now, she felt free to devour him for her own pleasure as well as his. Her wrists twisted around his shaft as she sucked. The throbbing in her mouth grew more insistent.

"Am I doing this right?" she asked somewhat out of genuine curiosity but mostly because she wanted to hear him vocalize his approval.

"You're about to find out," he groaned. "Are you ready?"

"God yes," she squealed. 

He exhaled one long breath and pulled her tightly against him. She forced herself to work past the impulse to gag as Liam's cock erupted like a volcano inside her mouth, filling her with his seed. A line of cum dribbled down from the corner of her mouth.

"I think you have your answer," he laughed, carefully pulling the straps of her dress off her shoulders. He guided her to her feet and watched her intently as the dress fell lightly about her ankles.

"How does that make you feel?"

She didn't answer. Instead she licked her lips hungrily. She opened her mouth again and reached out for his cock, but Liam had other ideas.

"Good," he said. "Now get on the floor."

With a surprised look, she lowered herself onto the floor and positioned herself in front of the couch facing Liam.

"Now turn around," he commanded.

She did so, and draped herself over the couch seat. She spread her knees slightly and pushed her ass into the air.

"And hold on to the back with both hands," he added.

She wondered why this was necessary but soon she'd have her answer.

She could feel him behind her. The heat of his body was intense, and his half-rigid cock rested against her thigh. To firm himself up again, he rubbed himself between her ass cheeks. His rod pushed up and down between them, sticky and still a bit wet. Her placed both hands on her hips, and even though he was not yet inside her she loved the feeling it gave her, that of being possessed by a lover.

"Are you ready?" he asked gently.

Of course she was. She was aching for it. He wanted to hear her say the words.  She replied in the affirmative, but that did not seem to be enough for him.

"You want me to do what, Grace?"

"Fuck me," she pleaded. She was wiggling her ass for him like a proper slut. "Please fuck me."

She could feel the fleshy snake between her cheeks stiffen immediately, thick and strong.  His fingers massaged her clit as he entered her very slowly. Her eyes closed tightly. She wanted to shut off all other senses to savor the feeling of him inside her at long last.

She let out a soft moan, and the sound of it inspired him to grab her hip more intensely. He pushed himself into her and, pressing the head of his cock against the walls of her pussy, held himself there for some time. She gripped the back of the couch, barely noticing the group of people walking outside the open window.  Surely, all they could see was her head bobbing up and down and that blissful look on her face. She told herself they wouldn't give it a second thought. In her nervousness, her pussy tightened around Liam's cock, a sensation that he seemed to like quite a lot. He pulled back a put and thrust back into her forcefully, slowly building up speed and intensity like a locomotive.

"Oh, God," she moaned, burying her face in the couch. "Liam…"

She could feel every vein in his cock throbbing, every muscle flexing and releasing inside her. 
The two had found a rhythm together and, in spite of her lack of experience, was pushing back in perfect harmony with his thrusts.  "Fuck me," she repeated in a haze of lust. Her breasts swung beneath her body like an erotic metronome.

He grunted like an animal and put his hand in her short reddish-brown hair.  "I don't want to hurt you," he said between breaths. "You have to let me know if this is hurting you."

She didn't respond. She couldn't. The sensations were almost too much for her. He pulled her hair so that her head tilted back. He kissed her neck- and suddenly the room went white. Her whole body began to shake as the orgasm built up strength inside her. She shouted. She pounded her hands on the back of the couch. The walls of her pussy spasmed in perfect glee with Liam's cock still inside her. He did not stop, however, and his continued pumping of her pussy only caused the orgasm to grow.

To her surprise, Liam pulled out of her.  "I need to kiss you," he said urgently.   She obliged even though her pussy was still tingling, her orgasm still moving through her. The look on his face, a mix of tenderness mixed with earth-shattering lust, melted her completely. She propped her naked body onto the edge of the couch.

He hadn't cum again quite yet, but she could tell from the purplish hue of his cock head that he was quite close. He held it tightly in his hand and stared into her eyes.  Desiring to show him how she had changed through the experience, and what he had helped her to become, she reached out for his wet, rigid penis and held onto it firmly.  Never breaking eye contact, she led him to her pussy.

He kissed her deeply as he re-entered her. Their tongues played together while his cock sought her g-spot deep inside her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and gave herself over completely to the feeling of Liam inside her body. She felt him surrounding her, protecting her, owning her.

She worked up the courage to verbalize this feeling. "Fuck me," she whispered.

His body jerked at the sound of the words. She could feel his balls tighten between her legs, his grip on her skin tightened. He kissed her ear, and he could hear him moaning and grunting like a beast. She pulled away from him, though. She wanted to write her own ending for this encounter, one he would like just as much.

"I want you to cum on me," she said. "I want you to mark my body. I want to feel your cum against my skin."

She reached under his cock and squeezed his balls and that drove him over the edge. From the tip of his cock came white eruption, a load spat out onto her eager C-cups, a long line of cum diagonally across her torso.  Instinctively, she reached out for his cock, this unending source of pleasure for her, and enveloped him with her mouth.  She could taste him as well as her in the melange of fluids dripping from his shaft. She held on for a long while until she had drained him of every last drop.

Moments later, the two of them collapsed in a sweaty heap.  Their naked bodies mingled on the floor in a comfortable silence. There was no need for conversation at this point.  Liam sighed and kissed her shoulder tenderly.

It took quite a while for her to catch her breath again.  As her frame of mind slowly returned to normal, she watched the encounter again in her mind like a movie projected on the back of her head. For a moment she felt a twang of guilt, even revulsion, over the things she saw herself do. But the feeling of his arm laying across her belly seemed to make everything alright. 

"I'm just going to say what I hope we're both thinking," she said at last. "This was amazing-- I just wish it wasn't a one time thing."

"It doesn't have to be."  With a chuckle, Liam reached over to the coffee table and picked up the folder that he had meant to show her an hour earlier.

"What is this?"

"It's a grant proposal for the next round of studies. I budgeted you in because, in case you haven't figured it out by now, I cannot do this without you."