4 comments/ 56903 views/ 19 favorites Off Limits By: Dr_O Okay, where the hell am I? I must have made a wrong turn somewhere... how do I get out of here? This must be an abandoned part of the hospital... nothing but empty exam rooms around here. "Hello?" I turn around and see you standing there. "Oh, hi... I think I'm lost, " I say. "I think you are too... this area is off limits, " you say, but you are smiling. You are really cute and I find myself appreciating the way your curves fill out your little nurse's uniform. "Well, if it's off limits, then what are you doing here?" I ask with a little smirk on my face. "Oh, I sneak back here sometimes when I need to get away, take a break, you know, " you say. "What brings you to the hospital tonight?" "I'm visiting a friend of mine, she had surgery on one of her knees, nothing serious," I say. "Well, that's good to hear, " you say. I notice that you don't seem to be in any hurry to leave, and you seem to be enjoying our little chat. I think you're flirting with me, actually. "So, if you're sneaking around in an area that's off limits, does that make you a naughty nurse?" I ask with an eyebrow raised. "Ha ha ha ha... no, I'm a good girl and I'm always professional, " you say, but you're laughing. You're definitely flirting now. "Hmmm... that's too bad, I was going to ask you for a sponge bath, " I say, smiling. You start laughing again. "I think every guy must have that fantasy, but no professional nurse would ever do that, sorry." "Damn, that's too bad." I say. "Where am I, anyway? What is this place?" "It used to be used for recovery rooms and exams, but after they built the new wing, they stopped using it, and now it's always empty. I like the peace and quiet." "I was just looking in this room right here... what exactly is this contraption here?" I ask. I look over at you and I think you're blushing a little bit. "Well, um... actually ha ha ha..." you look flustered. "What is it? Are you embarrassed? An embarrassed nurse?" I ask, teasing. "No, I'm not embarrassed... this is for, uh, proctological exams." "For what?!?" "Proctolog... it's for ass examinations, all right!" I burst out laughing at this. "Ass examinations?!? That is hilarious... they have equipment for ass examinations? That's awesome. How does it work?" "Well... you climb in there, put your knees there, and lean over here... so the doctor can, you know, examine you, " you say. "How? I don't get it. Show me again?" I ask. You stare at me for a long couple of seconds. "Are you up to something?" "No, no, not at all, I just don't get how it works. This is very funny to me. I want to know how the ass exam equipment works." I am still laughing. "Okay, you put your knees here..." As you are talking, you are climbing on to the contraption. "You lay down this way so your ass is up in the air so the doc can examine you, get it?" I certainly get it. I am standing behind you as you lay face down on this table. Your legs are spread wide open and your gorgeous ass is sticking straight up in the air at me. Your little nurse's skirt has ridden up a little bit and it just barely covers your ass... but I get a terrific view of your beautiful legs. You are looking back at me and waiting. Oops. I've been staring directly at your ass. "Okay, I get it... and you put your arms out like this?" I ask. I move around to the side of the table by your arms. You're still laying face down on this table, though. You don't seem to be in any hurry to leave. "What are all these straps for?" "Well, not everyone wants to have his... or her... ass examined, " you say. Are you blushing a little bit again? "So sometimes they have to strap you down." "Hmm... strap you down... like this?" I take one strap and secure your left arm to the table. "Hey... what are you doing? Unstrap my arm..." you say, but you aren't really struggling that much. Before you can stand up, I quickly walk around to the other side and secure your right arm to the table. "Okay, this has gone far enough... you need to unstrap me now, " you say, struggling still, but you are giggling a little and smiling. You wiggle against the straps but you are stuck now, face down on the table. "No, I don't think so... I think you need to be strapped down for the examination, " I say, as I quickly secure your legs against the stirrups. You don't offer much resistance. "You don't seem like you want your ass examined..." "Yes I do! I mean, no, I don't... you better let me off this table right now..." you say, trying to raise up against the straps. "This is completely..." "Off limits?" I say. "Yes, off limits, " you say, giggling a little. "I'll let you up when I'm ready, " I say. I am standing directly behind you now, in between your spread legs. Your skirt still barely covers your bottom. I reach out and rub my hand across your ass, and you gasp as I touch you for the first time. "Oh, you like that?" I ask. "Maybe you do want your ass examined?" "Yes... no... I don't know..." you are breathing hard now. "I think you do..." I am now rubbing your ass with both hands. I can feel your cheeks clench as I feel how tight and firm your ass is. You are breathing faster now. You breathe in quickly as I reach down and slide your nurse's skirt up over your ass and up around your waist. You are wearing white panties with a sexy french cut and a hint of lace. "Hmm... you have a beautiful ass, " I say, sliding my hands over the silky fabric covering your bottom. "I am really looking forward to this examination. Are you?" "No... please stop..." you say, eyes closed, breathing hard. "Hmm... I'm not convinced you really want me to stop, " I say. "Let me check..." I take one finger and, through your panties, slowly trace it along the slit of your pussy. You moan loudly and your ass clenches again. You strain against the straps. I can feel you are very wet even through your panties. "Mmm... I think you do want the exam after all, don't you?" You say nothing. I trace my finger along your slit again and you clench your body again. "Do you want me to examine you? Hmm??" You are breathing very heavily now. "Mmmm... okay, yes..." you say. "Good." I quickly grab your panties and tear them off of you. You gasp again as you hear the fabric rip and feel cool air on your ass. You are face down on an examination table, your legs spread, your skirt hiked up to your waist, and your naked ass pointed straight up in the air. I can see every inch of you as I stand over you and look down at you. "Mmm... very nice." I say. "You have a beautiful ass and pussy. Do you like the fact that you are spread wide open for me?" You say nothing... your naked ass is tensing and releasing. "Hm? Do you like being spread open for me?" I ask again, now tracing my hand over your bare bottom. I can hear you moan as my hand slides smoothly over your tight round ass. "Mmmm... yes I do, " you admit, embarrassed. "Very good. I think it is time to begin the exam now, " I say. You look back and you can see me kneel down behind you. You can't tell, but you think I must have my face just inches from your pussy. You squirm against the straps but you can't move at all. You feel your pussy getting even wetter. Suddenly you feel my tongue against your pussy lips. "Ohhhh..." you gasp as you feel my tongue slide deep into you. From your position and angle, I can push my tongue very deep into you... deeper than you've ever felt a tongue. You feel me licking the inside of your pussy and my chin pressing against your clit... and you suddenly feel a sharp orgasm explode through your body. "Oh my god!" you say as your hips buck against my tongue. You can't ever remember cumming so fast... it's only been a few seconds since you felt my tongue slide into you. I keep my tongue in your pussy while you cum, feel your pussy shudder against my tongue. Finally you stop cumming and I pull my tongue out of you. "Feeling better?" I ask, smiling. "Oh my god oh my god oh my god..." you are trying to catch your breath. "I guess that's a 'yes.'" I say. "Glad you enjoyed the first part of the examination." The first part....? you think to yourself. You are still lying face down, strapped and secured to the proctologist's table. Your legs are spread open in the stirrups, your skirt hiked up around your waist, your naked exposed ass pointed up in the air. You are still feeling tingles in your pussy from your orgasm... but you are suddenly aware of how exposed and vulnerable you are. "Okay... let me up... I have to go back to work... untie me!" you say, in between heavy breaths. "No, not just yet, " I say from behind you. "I'm not quite through with my examination." I am standing behind you and you feel both of my hands on your ass again, squeezing each of your cheeks and kneading your muscles. You feel your pussy, already wet from before, moistening again. As I spread your cheeks apart, your can feel your pussy lips open and you are suddenly very conscious that your pussy and asshole are both very exposed and open to me. You feel a little embarrassed and wish you could cover yourself, but you are helpless against the restraints and there is nothing you can do to stop me. "Mmm... now what should I examine next?" I say, my hands still on your ass. "Any requests?" "No... please... let me go..." you say. "I think I will examine your pussy some more, " I say. "I only got to examine it for a moment and then you were coming... you came very fast, didn't you? Do you like being examined like this?" "Yes... no... please..." "Well, maybe this will help you make up your mind." I say. Suddenly and without warning, you feel the head of my cock against your pussy! "Oh my god! No... wait... I don't even know you..." "Well then let's get to know each other." You feel my hands spread your ass even farther open and my dick slides smoothly into you. You moan again as you feel how hard my cock is. "Ohhhh...." you moan as I push my cock deeper and deeper into your pussy. You feel my dick push all the way into you until I am buried all the way inside you. "Mm.... you are so wet, I just slid all the way into you, didn't I?" "Wait... I don't know you... you aren't wearing a condom..." you gasp in between breaths. "No, I like feeling your bare pussy on my cock, " I say. I am still holding your ass as I start to pump my dick in and out of your pussy. "I think you like it, too." You close your eyes and surrender. Your pussy wide open and dripping as you give your hot cunt to me. I hold your tight little ass and fuck your pussy very hard, pulling almost all the way out before shoving my prick back in. The angle again makes my dick plunge deeper into your pussy than you've ever felt. "Oh... my.. god... oh... my... god... oh... my... god..." You gasp for breath with each stroke. All you can think about is my cock pounding into your pussy, over and over again. "You may cum, my dear, " I say, never slowing down. As soon as you hear my words your pussy contracts and another orgasm sweeps over you. You cry out as you cum on my cock, clenching and milking me with your pussy as the waves of pleasure roll over you. I keep thrusting into you in time with your orgasm and keep my cock buried deep inside you until your orgasm begins to subside. "Oh... oh... oh... oh..." You are breathing very fast, your face pressed against the table as you try to catch your breath. "Are you enjoying the examination, my dear?" As you come back to your senses, you suddenly realize that my cock is still very deep inside you, my hands still holding your ass very far apart. "Yes, that was amazing... who are you?" You start to wonder again if I am staring at your asshole. How could he not be? you think to yourself, the way I am bent over this table and the way he is holding my ass. You start to feel a little embarrassed again, but also a little naughty and excited. "Oh, that's not important, is it? The important thing is that you are enjoying the examination. Are you?" I ask, still deep in your pussy. "Yes.... I came so hard... this position... amazing..." you are still a little out of breath. "Very good, " I say. "Now let's begin the third part of the examination." "Third part?!? What do you mean? Wait!" You are still strapped to the proctologist's table, still naked, your bare ass still pointing upwards... and a man you just met a few minutes earlier has already made you cum twice, once with his mouth and once with his penis, and he's still inside you, his hands still holding your ass. "What do you mean, 'third part' of the examination?" you ask, trying to look back at me. All you can really see is your own ass pointed up in the air and me standing behind you, smiling with a naughty twinkle in my eye. All you can really feel is my cock in your pussy and my hands on your ass. "Hmm... I'll let it be a surprise, " I say, and start to thrust my cock in and out of your pussy again. Your pussy is still so wet from cumming and my dick feels very hard as it slides in and out of you. You close your eyes and give yourself to me again... when suddenly you feel my finger very gently stroke across your asshole! You feel something like a shock wave of electricity travel up your spine and your ass clenches involuntarily. "W-What are you doing? Don't touch me there..." you say, embarrassed. You wish I would move my finger... but I keep it pressed lightly against your asshole as I slowly slide my cock all the way into your pussy and hold it there. "But my dear, this is what this table is for!" I say. "Of course I have to examine your pretty little asshole!" "No... I'm not into that... please..." you say, breathing hard again. "You're not into... this?" I say as I stroke your asshole again. You breathe in sharply as another shock wave hits your spine. You wish I would stop touching your asshole! You feel so dirty... you wish you could cover up so I wouldn't be able to see and touch your asshole so easily. But you can hardly move and you know that your little puckered hole is stretched open and exposed rudely to me. "No... it's dirty... please... I don't like that..." "You don't like this? Well what about... this?" as I slide my finger into your ass. "Oh my God!" Your ass clenches again and your hips buck against the table as an even bigger shock wave travels through your spine and down into your pussy. And now my finger slides out... and then back into your tight little asshole. Another shock wave. You can't believe what you are feeling. "Please... no... it's dirty..." you say as my finger slides in and out of your asshole... and my cock slides in and out of your pussy. The shock waves hit you, faster and faster, as I fuck your pussy and finger-fuck your ass. You try to squirm away, to close your legs, but you can't really move at all... and you can't do anything to stop me as I stroke, stroke, stroke... you've never let anyone do anything like this before! You feel so embarrassed... but so excited too. You hate to admit it to yourself, but you keep thinking... god, his finger feels really good... and his cock is so hard... And suddenly I pull out of you... completely. You look behind you and I am still standing behind you, smiling down at you. You can feel that your pussy and asshole are still wide open to me and there is nothing you can do about it. "So you don't like me stroking your asshole?" I ask. "I'm not a dirty girl... I don't like anal sex..." you gasp, but you start to think about the shock waves. "Such a shame, " I say, "because you have such a pretty little asshole." I am staring right down at it and you feel so embarrassed... but you are completely helpless. "Well, let's try this..." I say, kneeling behind you again. You feel my hand against your pussy and my fingers caressing your clit, and you start to moan as the waves of pleasure start again. I am sliding my finger inside your pussy... but then you feel my tongue against your asshole! "Ohhhhhh!!" you gasp. Your entire body tenses and you strain against the straps. "No! Don't lick me there! My God... it's..." I lick your asshole again. Another shock wave. "Ohhhhh! No... please... it doesn't..." Again my tongue licks your asshole. And again. And again. The shock waves roll over you as I lick your asshole and my fingers stroke your clit. You can't believe how dirty you feel... and yet how you don't want me to stop. Again and again my tongue laps against your asshole. "Mmm... I think you are a dirty girl, aren't you?" I ask. "Yes... No... God it feels so good... I never knew..." you gasp. "You've never had your asshole licked before?" I ask. "What a shame." Again my tongue slides rudely across your tight, puckered hole. You can actually feel it pushing into your ass, just a little bit. You feel delirious and dizzy. Now I stand up behind you and put my hands on your ass again, spreading you apart. "W-What are you doing now?" you ask, still reeling from the feeling of my tongue on your ass. "I'm looking at this pretty asshole and it's making my cock very hard, " I say. "It is... oh no, NO. Please don't, I can't do that, " you plead, trying to look back at me. "Today is the day you become a dirty girl, my dear, " you say. At the same time, you feel my cockhead push against your asshole. "Ohhhh God... no... I've never done that before... please..." "So much the better." I say. And slowly I push my hard cock into your asshole. You feel your sphincter contract, and then start to give way as my hard dick pushes into the opening of your ass. "Oh my God... no... Ohhhh..." You feel so dirty but the tingles are starting again. Slowly, I push another inch of my dick into your ass. You feel your asshole stretch and your pussy tingle as I slide farther and farther into your ass. "Ohhhhh..." suddenly you realize that it feels really good, as good as anything you've ever felt. You can feel the pulse in my cock against your asshole and the tingles are traveling down into your pussy at the same time. And the shock waves are back... up and down your spine. "Oh my god..." Now my cock is all the way inside your ass. You can feel it throbbing and your cunt is dripping and throbbing. I pull out and then slide my dick back into your ass. Another shock wave. Another thrust, another shock wave. "Mmm... do you like being fucked in the ass, my dear?" "Yes... No... Oh... My... God..." I start to fuck your virgin asshole, hard now. I put my hands on your ass cheeks and spread them wide so there is no resistance. Every thrust sends another shock wave up your spine and down into your pussy. You are dripping wet. My balls are slapping against your pussy as I fuck your asshole, over and over. You can't believe this... you are going to cum again! You close your eyes and abandon all thoughts but my hard cock pounding into your asshole. You scream out and a shattering orgasm rips through you.... your pussy contracts on my asshole as you buck your hips against the table and cum, and cum, and cum. I feel your asshole clench around my cock and I start to fuck you even faster... sliding my hard wet prick in and out of your ass. "Do you like it? Tell me! Tell me!" You feel like an animal in heat. You abandon all common sense and reason. All you can think about is how good my cock feels... pushing into your ass. "Oh God, yes!" you say. "Just fuck my asshole. Keep fucking it! I want your cum in my ass... please!" I hear your words and it sends me over the edge. I hold on to your ass and push my cock as deep as I can into your asshole. You hear me cry out as I begin to cum. You can feel my dick pulsing with each spurt... as I squirt 6, 7, 8 ropes of cum deep in your ass. You have never felt anything like it... you can feel every throb of my cock, every pulse of my cum. Your asshole continues to milk my cock as my orgasm finally starts to subside. I hold on to your ass and keep my cock pressed deep in your ass until finally I stop cumming. Off Limits Both of us are breathing hard, trying to recover. You feel my cock slowly slide out of your ass and it makes your pussy tingle again. You shiver a little bit. You can feel my cum trickling out of your asshole. You feel so dirty, like a wanton slut... but you've never felt this way, ever. "Oh my God, I have never cum so hard in my life, " you say, looking back at me. I am standing behind you and you can see my cock for the first time. It is still very hard and glistening with wetness. You can see a little drop of cum on the tip. Suddenly you feel dirty again... and you think you might like it. The tingles in your pussy and ass are still very warm and pleasant. "Neither have I... and I don't normally act this way, honestly," I say, beginning to unbuckle the straps holding you down. "It's just when I saw your perfect little asshole that I just felt like I had to fuck it." I say. "I needed to feel my cock in your ass. Even if you thought it was... off limits." Off Limits The bar was crowded and, at 10pm on a Saturday night it was likely going to get worse. Mark stood at the bar hunched over his beer. A beer he'd been sipping on for the past thirty minutes. He wasn't here to drink. He cursed himself for his weakness, for seeking her out again. He could see her from the corner of his eye. She was on the dance floor with her friends, laughing and dancing, completely unaware of the male attention that was focused on her. Half of the men in the bar were watching her too, waiting for an opening to approach her. A man, a boy really, finished off his beer and swaggered over to where she was dancing with her friends. He looked to be 21, Mark guessed, barely old enough to drink. That was her age, Mark reminded himself. She had turned 21 two months ago. Jealousy roared through him as he watched her smile at something the boy said to her. He wanted to be the one flirting with her. He didn't want any other man touching her. Steeling himself against the urge to go over and stake his claim, he took another sip of his now warm beer and watched. Heather felt his presence before she saw him. He was here again. Butterflies danced nervously in her belly. She wasn't sure why she reacted this way every time she saw the dark, solitary man at the bar. He was there often, a regular patron of the bar the she herself favored. She knew who he was, recognized him from before, but wasn't sure if he recognized her. Heather had never seen him speak to anyone other than the bartender. His body language warned people off and most of the time that was enough incentive for people to give him a wide berth. Every once in a while she saw a woman who was brave enough to approach him, but they usually scurried away shortly after in defeat. The approach of a young man dressed smartly in a button down shirt and dark jeans jolted her from her reverie. She had been staring at him! An embarrassed flush colored her cheeks. Thank goodness he hadn't seen her staring. The boy was talking to her and Heather had to force herself to pay attention to what he was saying. A dance, he wanted to dance. Smiling at him, accepted his invitation. She loved to dance. As she moved to the music her gaze wandered over to the dark corner of the bar where the man usually sat. The space was empty. Refusing to acknowledge the disappointment she felt to find that he was gone, Heather turned her attention to the boy who had asked her to dance. She thought he said his name was Dan. He was a pretty good dancer. Heather lost herself in the thumping rhythm of the music and tried to banish thoughts of dark, brooding men from her mind. The hours flew by as Heather danced with Dan, then with two more guys who had found the courage to approach. She liked dancing, but wasn't really attracted to any of her dance partners. If they started to get too handsy she could usually send them on their way. Her current partner was fast approaching that point, she realized with a grimace. He tried to pull her hips close to his own, his hands sliding down to cup her ass. Yep. Definitely time to get rid of this guy. Smiling to lessen the sting of rejection, she firmly removed his hands, stepped back, and told him she wasn't interested. Unfortunately he didn't take no for an answer. He tried to grab her and pull her close again. Lord he must have been drunker than she realized. Either that or he was just a complete jerk. Looking for her friends for help, Heather realized that they were halfway across the room and weren't paying any attention to her predicament. Knowing that she was going to have to take care of this herself, she took a deep breath to prepare herself. Before she had the chance to do anything, she felt a large presence against her back. "Hey baby, there you are!" The voice was low and gravely and sinfully sexy. Like its owner. Heather glanced behind her and was shocked to find her mystery man. He looked at her expectantly, then at her overly ardent admirer and back to Heather. Oh! He was helping her. The drunken Romeo wanna be was still trying to dance. He hadn't noticed that Heather had stopped moving, nor had he heard the other man approach. The mystery man didn't say anything else. He just wrapped his arm around Heather's waist and tugged her away and into his embrace. Heather went willingly, surprised that her legs were functioning. They felt like jelly. Her reaction to being this close to him made her faintly embarrassed. He smelled amazing. She had to restrain herself from pushing her face into his chest and just breathing in his scent. Vaguely she was aware that he was saying something to the drunk man she had been dancing with, who had finally realized that they were no longer alone. Heather didn't hear what they were saying, but was relieved when the other man stalked off moments later. "You can probably let go of me now that he's gone." OH! He was looking down at her with a hint of a grin on his face. Flushing, she realized that she was still clutching his waist and was basically plastered against his side. She stepped back, flustered. He nodded politely at her, and started to move away. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to stop him. With uncharacteristic boldness that shocked her, Heather reached out and grabbed his hand. His eyes dropped to where her hand gripped his then moved up to meet hers. "Dance with me." Her voice was whisper soft, but he understood the invitation. Mark knew that he should refuse. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. Heather saw the slight movement and misunderstood, thinking that he was going to refuse. She took advantage of his hesitation and moved closer to him. She placed his hand, which she was still gripping with hers, on her hip and started to move against him. Her body urged him to move. Mark willed himself to walk away. A million thoughts raced through his mind, some urging him to stay, others telling him to go. She was too young. He wanted her anyway. She didn't know who he was. She would probably hate him if she knew. He didn't care. He was trembling with the effort to hold himself still as she rocked those sweet hips to the earthy beat of the music. He wanted to grab her and grind himself against those hips. His hand tightened on her skin and she raised her eyes up to meet his. He could see innocence there, but he could also see desire. She wanted him too. His control snapped. "Fuck it." Roughly he pulled her against him. He didn't care that she would feel his hard on. Her eyes widened, betraying her shock, but she didn't move away. Taking that as consent, he began to move. The beat was dirty, low, and sexy. The bar was darker now. At some point they had dimmed the lights and the crowd's inhibitions had faded away with it. The other couples danced closer together, gyrating and rubbing against one another. They closed in on Mark and Heather, forcing them closer still. Heather moved her hands up strong, well-muscled arms to rest around Mark's neck and surrendered her body to him and to the music. Heather wasn't sure how long they had been dancing. Her body was on fire. She had never reacted to a man this way, never allowed her dance partners to touch her as he was. She could feel his arousal against her hips as he ground himself against her and she cursed their clothes that separated them. She wanted to feel him naked against her. She tightened her arms around him, forcing herself against him. She felt him tense at her movement and knew that he wanted her just as badly. Shocked at her boldness, she blatantly rolled her hips against his. He tensed again and then stilled his movements altogether. Worried she had gone too far, she looked up into his face and was thrilled and a bit frightened by his fierce expression. Instinct compelled her to run, to escape from this huge predator. She took a tentative step back, away from him and found that a wall blocked her escape. Looking around, she realized that he had danced them into a dark corner of the room. Over his shoulder she could see the writing mass of people on the dance floor. When he spoke, his voice was lower and husky reflecting his extreme arousal. "I want you." His words made her tighten deliciously. Slowly, as if asking for permission, Mark pressed closer to Heather, trapping her between the wall and his body. He took her hands in his, manacling them with one hand and trapping them behind her back. Positioned this way, her back was arched and her breasts were thrust forward. Her nipples tightened and she knew he could see their hardened tips pressed against her shirt. He brought his chest against hers, and the friction made Heather gasp. Her tongue darted out to lick her suddenly dry lips. His eyes darkened at the action. He wanted to taste her. So he did. Heather was unprepared for the skill and mastery of Mark's mouth on hers. He started slow, nipping and licking her lips until she was nearly begging him for more. Her hips rocked uncontrollably against his as he finally slipped his tongue in her mouth and rubbed it against hers. The movement of his hips against hers mimicked the thrust and parry of his mouth. Heather was so focused on the taste of him that she didn't notice that his hand had slipped under her skirt until she felt his fingers stroking her through her panties. She stiffened with alarm and his fingers stilled, but didn't move away. Her mind was racing. They were in public. Was anyone watching them? She didn't see anyone staring in their direction, but anyone could look over and see. She made to move her arms and put some distance between them and found that her wrists were still locked behind her back, trapped in his grip. Her gaze rose to his face to find him patiently staring at her. With her eyes locked on his, he moved his finger against her panties and found the spot he was seeking. Heather gasped as feeling overwhelmed her. Two thoughts crystallized in her mind. He wasn't going to stop. She didn't want him to. Throwing caution to the wayside, she rolled her hips against his hand and looked boldly into his eyes. "Make me cum." At her whispered words, Mark delved his fingers under her panties to touch the skin beneath. Soft and already wet, he found the sensitive little nub with his thumb while working one finger and then another into her tight sheath. Her breathing hitched, and he knew that it wasn't going to take long to push her over. Slanting his mouth over hers, he drove his tongue into her mouth. God she tasted sweet. He couldn't get enough. His cock strained against his fly and he gave a fleeting thought to taking her there, against the wall. It would almost be worth the risk if he could just get inside that wet heat that was currently wrapped around his fingers. The though of people seeing Heather naked stopped him from taking her against the wall more than the though of being arrested. Still conscious of their surroundings, Mark angled his body so that his wide shoulders blocked Heather from the view of anyone curious enough look over at the couple making out in the corner of the bar. As much as he wanted to draw this out, he knew that he needed to speed things along. Sooner or later they were going to be spotted, and he wanted to spare Heather the embarrassment of being caught in the act. She was close. Her breath came in pants and her hips were rocking fast against his fingers. He didn't even have to move his arm anymore; she was doing all the work. He moved his thumb in circles around her clit and moved his mouth to her ear so that she could hear his whispered words. He told her how wet she was, how good she felt against his fingers. Her response was immediate. She liked his dirty talk so he told her in graphic detail what he was doing, and what he'd like to do. "If we were in private right now I'd have you on your knees with your mouth around my cock. I want to see your pretty lips sucking on me." Mark could almost feel her mouth on him, could almost see the scenario he was describing to her. He was so hard he felt like he might burst through his jeans. "No, the first time I cum with you I want to be inside you. Right where my fingers are right now. I want to fuck the hell out of you." With his words she shot over the edge and drenched his fingers with her release. The pleasure radiated in waves, pulsing through her body and leaving her limp and replete. Her legs threatened to buckle but somehow managed to remain upright. Mark had released her hands, and was extricating his hand from under her skirt. Her eyes locked on his again and she couldn't look away. He brought his wet fingers to his face and to her shock he put them in his mouth, sucking on them as if they were a delicious treat. "You taste as good as I thought you would." A thrill ran through her at his words. That was so... naughty. And hot. He brought his hand to her lips, placing a finger at the entrance. She took the wet digit into her mouth and could faintly taste herself on it. She swirled her tongue around the tip and sucked lightly. He sucked in a breath and his eyes darkened. He reached his other hand down to adjust himself and reluctantly pulled his finger out of her mouth. Mark stepped back from Heather and she smoothed her hands down her outfit, straightening her clothes self-consciously. With the distance reality returned and she nervously glanced around to see if anyone had been watching them before returning her gaze to her companion. He was so attractive in a brooding kind of way. She had never responded to a man like that before, had started to think that something was wrong with her. But he had managed to do what no one else had ever done. She had gotten off -- in public -- with a man. She wanted to do it again. She wanted to do the things he has whispered in her ear as he had pleasured her. Mark watched the emotions flit across her face and cursed himself a thousand times for letting this happen. She. Was. Off. Limits. He had just broken his own rule. Hating himself for what he was about to do, he did it anyway. "That was a...pleasant way to spend the evening, but I have to run." He suited his words to deed, and with a curt nod at her he walked toward the door. Shock froze Heather for the moments he needed to make his escape. By the time that anger replaced shock and Heather could move, he had disappeared. Off Limits "I'm home," Fiona called out as she walked in the door. "Did everything go okay? You're a bit later than expected." "Ashley was a bit skittish, so it took longer than I expected..." she replied. "Oh, that's right. You took a buddy with you. Is the rule that any time you have to pull your pants down you needed to take a friend?" Frank teased. "I pull my pants down for you and I don't bring a friend, well, I don't always bring a friend." "I'm not complaining..." he said. "This was her first time doing the wax thing and she was a little freaked out, but she was fine after a couple drinks." "Wait, did you get drinks before or after?" Frank asked. "There," she admitted. "They have a wine bar at the salon." "Sounds like the place was pretty nice," he observed, looking Fiona up and down. "They were good, but I like my old place better," Fiona replied, holding her hands up so he could see the French manicure. "Nice, but that's not what I'm interested in..." "Oh, of course," she replied, kicking off her sandals and putting her foot on the chair, "they did a nice job on the pedicure too." "And?" Fiona sighed, "I think you are going to be disappointed, the wax job is not as cute as my fingernails." "I'll be the judge of that." "You can look, but you can't touch. My skin needs some time to recover," she said as she unbuttoned her shorts. "That sounds like something a girl would say," he teased. "Let me pour hot wax all over your nutsack and rip all the hair out, I'm willing to bet that having me suck on your balls will not be what you want," she shot back. "So what you are saying is if I get my junk waxed I won't want a blowjob." "You know what I am saying," she said sternly. "I think that sounds like a challenge," "Oh it is," she replied with a grin. She doubted his tolerance for pain up to the task. "Enough stalling, show me the money..." Fiona pulled down her shorts and underwear, revealing her naked pussy. She let the garments drop to the floor and then put one foot on the chair, "My vulva is as smooth as veal." "Very nice," Frank said. "That totally makes all the pain worth it," she said sarcastically. "I'll make sure it will be worth it," he replied. Fiona sighed again, Frank was right, in more ways that he knew. She had no doubt that he would treat her right. And then there was the Victor factor. The things Victor would do things to her would make her willing to endure the procedure over and over again. Frank would do the same, but he would not have insisted on the procedure first. That was the difference between the two men. Frank would do anything for her; Victor just wanted to do things to her. "I have a question for you," she said. "Ask away." "Do you have any rules for Victor? Are there any limits on what he can do to me?" "They aren't really rules, more like guidelines. Honestly the only person that can set limits is you. I can make some guesses about what you would not like, but if you think otherwise nothing I say is going to stop it from happening," he explained. "So what kind of guidelines have you established?" "He doesn't get to fuck you in the ass." "I agree with that, I don't know why, but I only want you to do that." "Nothing that would leave a scar." "Agreed." "No water sports" "Ugh, agreed... times ten." "And no humiliation, but I'm pretty sure you would kick his ass if he tried that." "I'd kick his ass if he tried any of that," she said sternly. "That's about it. Victor's pretty intuitive, I doubt he would suggest something that he knew you would not agree to," Frank said. "So far he's been right. There were a few times he almost went too far..." "But it turns out he was right. Sometimes that can be really annoying," Frank said, ending with a chuckle. "Has he ever pushed you?" Fiona asked. "I think its better that we leave that a mystery," he replied. "You know I'm going to be thinking about you two now." "Does that turn you on?" "Yea, it kinda does, but you are just..." "I don't need to know anything else, just that it turns you on," Frank said, interrupting her. "Do you think about what he does to me?" "Not really, thinking about what I want to do to you is a lot more fun," he answered. "So you don't get off to the idea of me fucking Victor?" "Not any more than I get drunk thinking about you drinking wine with your girlfriends." "And you are not jealous that he's fucking me?" "Jealousy is a wasted emotion," he answered, trying to sound Zen like. Fiona realized her pants were still on the floor, and Frank had been staring at her bald pussy from almost their entire conversation, "Frank, my eyes are up here." "So are your tits," he replied, taking a step closer to her, "and they aren't off limits. In fact there are a lot of things I can still touch." Taking another step closer he put one hand on her ass and the other on her breast. "Are you always horny?" she asked. "When you are around, yes. And when you are around and naked, hell yes!" "And when my friends are around.. And naked?" she teased. "Fucking... hell... yes," he replied with a seductive grin. "I almost asked Ashley to come home with me, I'm pretty sure the answer would have been yes. She had a lot of wine, she would have agreed to anything." "What stopped you?" he asked. "I don't feel like sharing at the moment, you will just have to be satisfied with me tonight." The smell of alcohol on her breath was arousing. Even though she didn't need to be drunk to try new things he liked the idea of her being a bit tipsy. He slid his hand under her shirt and began to peel it off. "It's late and I have a busy day tomorrow," she protested. "You'll be in bed soon enough," he countered, dropping her shirt on the floor. He brushed his finger over her mouth, "Did you get your lip waxed?" "No, are you saying I need to?" she replied. "Not at all, I just wanted to be certain that these lips aren't off limits as well." "That depends on what you have in mind." "Good," he said leaning forward and kissing her. As their lips met he reached behind her and unfastened her bra, then gave it a gentle tug. Gravity took over and seconds later it was on the floor next to her shirt. He put his hand on her shoulder and pressed down. After the bra had slid down her arms Fiona put one hand on his chest and the other just below his belt. The bulge of his chest muscle was impressive, but she was more interested in the one in his pants. "What else do you want me to do with my lips?" Fiona asked, already knowing the answer. "I want you to suck my cock." "I guess I could use some practice before I go see Victor," she teased. "I prefer to think of it as giving him sloppy seconds," he replied. Fiona kicked off her remaining clothes. Once she was completely naked she kissed him; first on the lips, then on the cheek and then on the neck. Frank's hand grabbed her ass. His comment echoed in her head; she wondered if Victor expected her to be pristine when she showed up. The memory of an embarrassing doctor's appointment popped into her head. She could still recall the scolding she was given about not having sex right before an appointment after the physician started to probe her nether regions. Not that Victor would know how recently she had swallowed Frank's cock. Unlike the ill fated medical exam, Victor would not find a puddle of cum waiting for him, at least not from a blowjob. The anticipation of what was coming was almost as enjoyable as the act itself, Frank thought as he felt her lips against his skin. He knew those lips would be wrapped around his cock soon, but he had no desire to rush her. Her firm warm ass filled his hand, and he felt the almost magnetic pull of her pussy. The image of her bald sex sprang into his mind. There was something erotic about her being hairless, something explicit. Her pussy wasn't hiding behind a thicket of pubic hair; instead, it was out in the open and begging to be penetrated. He slid his hand over her hip. She grabbed his wrist and stopped him. "Off limits," she whispered. He huffed in response, even though there was no doubt in his mind that she could completely satisfy him with her mouth. Her fingers worked the buttons of his shirt and soon it hung open, exposing his hair-covered chest. She continued to kiss his neck, but now her breast rubbed against him as well. One of the things she liked about late evening sex was the way Frank smelled at the end of the day. All the soap, cologne and other artificial scents had faded and he smelled like a man. She twirled his chest hair between her fingers as she began to kiss his shoulders. One of her hands glided across his skin and slipped under the waistband of his pants, quickly encountering the tip of his erection. The downward pressure from his hand increased. She took a step back and leaned forward, pressing her lips against his chest. His hand slid off her shoulder and cupped her breast just as her mouth found his nipple. Although he didn't admit it, Frank liked being teased. Her insistence that her pussy was off limits was actually a bit of a turn on. She had implied he wasn't going to fuck her tonight, but it would not stop him from seeing how far he could go. She wrapped her hand around the head of his cock and twisted; sending a shiver through his body. He held her tit in hand, keeping her from going any lower, enjoying the way she flicked her tongue against his nipple. Pulling her hand out of his pants she unfastened the buttons on the fly of his jeans, and then pushed them down to the middle of his muscular thighs. She stepped forward again and squatted in front of him. Her hands rested on his ass. She leaned forward just enough for his throbbing erection to slip between her tits, then pressed her lips against his abdomen. The moan that escaped his lips was music to her ears. The urge to tit fuck her was irresistible; he began to rock his hips back and forth. His throbbing erection slid between her breasts, he could feel the pressure of his orgasm already building and she had not even started sucking his dick yet. Placing one hand on her head he pushed down. At first she resisted, but he pushed harder and she began to blaze a trail of kisses down his body. His cock ached with anticipation as her lips moved closer and closer. Fiona realized she had underestimated how horny she was and began to wonder if her newly bald skin really was too sensitive for sex. She knew she was wet with desire, but was afraid having Frank ramming his cock into her might be too painful to enjoy. Her lips were pressed against his hip and she could see his erection looming menacingly out of the corner of her eye. She stroked the entire length of his rigid shaft, paying special attention to the engorged head. Maybe he only deserved a hand job tonight, she thought. She looked up at him and smiled. "I bet I can make you come like this," she said as she began to stroke him with both hands. Instead of just going up and down she slid her hands down his erection, as soon as one reached the bottom she moved it back to the top so there was no interruption to what she was doing. A few drops of pre-cum bubbled out, making his skin a bit slicker. "I want you to suck my dick," he said. "You don't want to consider any other options?" she teased. "Oh, fuck that feels good," he moaned as she continued stroking him. She was right, she could probably bring him to climax this way, but he wanted more than a hand job. "And I know I can make you come like this," she said, pressing his cock between her breasts. A smile spread across her face as he began to rock his hips back and forth. She looked down and watched the tip of his cock emerge from between her tits. Opening her mouth she let a stream of saliva drip out and lubricate his cock. It was funny, she thought, that spitting on someone was an insult, unless you were having sex with them. She tipped her head back and looked up at Frank. His eyes were glued to her chest as he continued to tit fuck her. "You want to come on my tits?" she said. "Oh,oh, oh," he moaned. "Or, "she said, licking her lips, "do you still want a blow-job?" The feeling of her body pressed against the entire length of his erection was rapidly pushing him towards climax. It wasn't just having her breasts wrapped around his cock, even his balls were rubbing against her hot, sweat soaked skin. The icing on the cake was the view. To say he was enamoured with her breasts would be an understatement. Fiona's tits were not spectacular in the sense that she turned heads, in fact they were decidedly average at first glance, but Frank found them irresistible. They were not huge, but big enough to engulf his cock. Her nipples were a bit larger than average and her areola were dark amber and contrasted nicely against her fair skin. Her breasts obeyed the law of gravity just enough to show they were real, and that she wasn't nineteen. Most of all he enjoyed the way they felt, be it around his cock, in his hands or against his lips, which made the decision on what to do next quite a dilemma. Coming on her tits was something he enjoyed, especially when she was begging him to do it with words that would make most women blush. It would be easy to keep sliding his cock between her breasts until he coated them with his seed. Although, there was something about filling her mouth with cum that made her offer of a blowjob one he could not refuse. "I want you to suck my cock," he moaned. "Really," she said as he tugged on her nipples. She wondered how long he would last if she started talking dirty to him. Knowing that she could dictate when he climaxed was a good feeling. They all had their own way of being in control; Frank's was brute strength, Victor's was riding crops and leather cuffs and her technique was being the embodiment of lust. Frank's hand was on the back of her head, it would not be long before he was pushing her mouth down on to his cock. "So you aren't going to come on my tits?" she asked, then looked at him with a pouty expression. "Uh-uh." "But I love the way your big hard cock feels between my breasts. Don't you like fucking my tits? Don't you want to see them covered in cum?" A mental image of thick pearly goo dripping off her swollen nipples had already formed in Frank's mind, and it would be reality very soon if he didn't stop her. "You want to come in my mouth, don't you?" "Oh, yea." Another mental image replaced the first; this one was of her lips wrapped around his cock, with just a tiny bit of cum leaking out. "You want me to swallow your cum?" she said. The game she was playing was obvious. She wanted to see how long he would let her tease him. As much as liked to hear her talk dirty, actually because of the way she talked dirty, it would not be much longer. He slid his cock between her breasts a few more times, then grabbed her ponytail and pushed down until his cock entered her mouth. Fiona pushed back, "You think I'm the kind of woman that likes to have a big hard dick in her mouth?" "Uh-huh," he moaned. "I guess you are right," she purred, flicking her tongue against the head of his cock. She held his rigid shaft in her hand and brushed her thumb against the sensitive spot just below the head. "You can come on my face if you want..." she said, then pressed her lips and tongue against the bottom of his cock and slid them back and forth. "No... not on your face," Frank moaned, although the offer was tempting. "So where do you want to come?" she asked again, punctuation her question by kissing the tip of his erection. "In your mouth," he replied. Just saying it sent a shiver up his spine. Swallowing wasn't something she did very often, but it was something she was willing to endure this time for a variety of reasons. Some would say it was guilt over what she was going to do the next day, but that would be wrong. The nature of their relationship had no place for guilt. It could be considered a reward of his acceptance of her desire to be with Victor, but it was more than that. It was something that made Frank happy, and she wanted to contribute to his pleasure. It would be dishonest to say she didn't expect anything in return, although she was not sure how Frank could make her come given her condition. Getting a blow-job from Fiona bordered on sensory overload. She was not timid when she sucked his cock. It was a loud, sloppy and thoroughly enjoyable event involving her lips, her tongue and both her hands. She never completely stopped. When she paused to take a breath she continued to stroke him with both hands. She moaned when his cock was buried inside her mouth and begged him to come when it wasn't. She turned her head to the side to give him a good view of her lips wrapped around his rigid shaft. At first his grip on her head had been quite firm, but he relaxed as she took control. She opened her mouth just enough to allow his cock in and pressed her tongue against his rigid shaft as it slid past her lips. Having him in her mouth was different that having him between her legs. She enjoyed it, but it wasn't going to make her come. Sucking his cock was something she thought about when she was masturbating. There was something about pleasuring him that aroused her, and there was no doubt in her mind that he enjoyed her blow-jobs. He was still gripping her hair, although at this point it was unnecessary. By pulling his cock down and turning her head she gave him a clear view of what she was doing. Her head bobbed back and forth as her lips slid over the head of his dick. When her lips retreated her hand took over and slipped along his wet shaft. When she had her fingers wrapped around the tip she turned her wrist slightly like she was adjusting her grip on a golf club. Then her hand moved back and her mouth once again engulfed his cock, all against the background of her gorgeous naked breasts. Fiona pulled her head back and opened her mouth wide, then started stroking the entire length of his cock. Every few seconds she would rub the head of his dick against her extended tongue. With her other hand she caressed his balls. "I want it, I want you to come in my mouth," she moaned, then inhaled his throbbing erection. "Oh baby, don't stop," he moaned, "I'm going to come, yes, yes, yes." The announcement of his pending climax was hardly a surprise. The salty taste of his cum had been leaking into her mouth for almost a minute when he finally admitted he was past the point of no return. She thought about having him come on her face, or wrapping her fingers around the tip of his cock and letting the hot, sticky fluid cover her hand. But instead she chose to keep her lips wrapped around the head of his dick. He grunted a split second before a geyser of cum spewed out of his cock. She lashed at him with her tongue and milked his erection with her hands for every last drop. Because only the tip was past her lips there was no avoiding the salty taste, but she guzzled it down anyway and continued to suck and stroke him until he made her stop. Coming in Fiona's mouth was different from coming in her pussy. The pleasure was concentrated almost entirely in the head of his cock and the way her lips and tongue felt against it. There were also fewer distractions. He wasn't thinking about thrusting into her, or her tits mashed against his chest, or kissing her. The only thing on his mind was the way his dick looked and felt in her mouth. Seeing her lips wrapped around his cock as he spewed cum into her mouth certainly made the experience more arousing. She had told him she didn't like swallowing, so the fact that she was doing it anyway just turned him on that much more. Eventually it was too much, his cock began to feel like a raw, exposed nerve as the pleasure center of his brain was overloaded. Even though his cock was so sensitive the touch of her lips was almost painful he still regretted pushing her away. Off Limits As Frank's half hard cock slipped out of her mouth Fiona felt a sense of accomplishment. She had tamed his beast. The question was had she worn him out completely or just set the bar for what he would do to her. She did not have to wait long for an answer. "Lay down on the floor," he ordered. Fiona quickly complied; the immediacy of his demand was encouraging. She watched him drop to his knees. "Remember what's off limits," she chided, not sure she could enforce the restriction if push came to shove, or thrust as the case may be. "We will see about that," he replied, then leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, his tongue snaking between her lips and invading her mouth. They did not linger, but began wander down her body. He started with her cheeks, then ears, and then moved on to her neck. This pace slowed a bit as he zig zagged, pressing his lips against her throat. Finally she felt his lips on her breasts. She put her hands on his head, running her fingers through his hair as she steered him towards her swollen nipples. He ignored her not so subtle hint, moving towards the amber buds at what seemed like a glacial pace. Getting Fiona to take charge was normally something he encouraged, and he considered complying with her wishes, but decided against it. He marvelled at her tits, they were perfect; big enough to wrap around his cock, and certainly more than a mouthful, but not so big that they sagged when she was topless. He covered one with his hand, pinching her nipple between his fingers while he flicked his tongue against the other. He placed his other hand on her inner thigh, gently encouraging her to spread her legs apart. His plan appeared to be working, she was distracted by what he was doing to her tits and didn't remind him that her pussy was off limits. "Oh, oh, oh, that feels good baby," Fiona moaned. He was crushing one of her tits with his hand while lightly kissing the other. She liked the contrast and recalled a time when Frank had alternated rubbing an ice cube against her nipple, then warming it up with his mouth. Extending his pinkie Frank probed the delicate flesh of her labia. Her pussy was dripping wet, allowing his smallest digit to easily penetrate her sex. His wrist was twisted at an awkward angle so that he didn't touch any other part of her vulva. He pinkie fucked her a few times, then switched to his ring finger. Again he moved very slow, trying not to draw attention to the fact he was defying her off limits order. Fiona was living in the moment. She had completely forgotten about the nebulous plans with Victor the next day. Instead she was focused on the way Frank was making her feel. He had switched to lightly stroking her breast with his hand, but sucking hard on her other breast, occasionally biting her nipple and tugging on it with his teeth. The tingling sensation that had started in her sex was beginning to spread. It wasn't until he slipped two fingers into her pussy that Fiona acknowledged what he was doing. At first she just started to grind against his hand, but when his knuckle brushed against her clit she voiced her objection, "I thought I said that was off limits." "I thought it was just the part that got waxed, and I haven't touched you there," he replied, hoping to exploit a loophole. She knew she should tell him to stop, but what he was doing felt entirely too good. She accepted his rationalization and wondered how much further he would push the limits she had set. No longer bound by a need to stay under her radar Frank probed for her G spot. When he found it, he made certain his fingers slid over it each time he penetrated her. Each time he pulled his hand back he traced his fingertips along her labia before plunging them back into her sex. She thrust her hips up, driving his fingers deep into her pussy. He could tell by the way she was breathing that she was getting close to climax. That's when he stopped touching her and sat up. There was no doubt that Frank's digits were much better suited to finger fucking than her own. Where her fingers were short and slender, Frank's were thick and long. He was using his pointing and index finger now and had no trouble reaching the most sensitive spots of her vagina. It wasn't quite the same as being penetrated by his hard cock, but it was more than enough to get her off. The tingling sensation was building to a crescendo as his thumb rubbed against her clit. Then it stopped. "You want more?" he teased. Now he would have his revenge for the taunting she had given him when her tits were wrapped around his cock. "Oh fuck yes, please yes," she begged. "Let's get in bed," he suggested as he stood up. As she sat up Fiona noticed that Frank was only wearing a pair of jeans, she had not noticed when he had stripped off his shirt, and she didn't really care. Topless was a good look for him. Once she stood up she placed her hand on his chest and ran her fingers through the curly locks of hair, hoping to persuade him to continue fingering her pussy. "Bed, now" he ordered. Regretfully she removed her hand and turned towards the bedroom. The moment she entered the room she noticed the bed. It was covered with a spider web of ropes, and several of the pillows were stacked in the middle. Attached to the ropes were wrist and ankle cuffs. Resting on the corner of the bed was a black leather flogger. "On the bed, face down, ass up," he said curtly. She complied, crawling on to the mattress and stopping when the mound of pillows was pressed against her belly. She felt him applying the restraints to her limbs, including something that went around the back of her knees and held them in place. As he picked up the flogger Frank paused to admire the sight of her naked body. For reasons he could not comprehend Fiona was reluctant to show off her pussy, but right now she did not have a choice. The restraints held her thighs far enough apart that the pouty lips of her labia were visible. Even though she was not facing him, he was confident she knew he was staring at her sex. Dropping to his knees for a better view he followed every crease in the soft pink skin. The temptation to penetrate her with something was almost unbearable, the question was what first. Should he resume finger fucking her, or would it be better to slide his tongue into her. Although she seemed opposed to the idea, he fully intended to drive his cock deep into her pussy before the night was over. The first time she felt the flogger was when the leather tendrils slapped against her bare ass. She let out a yelp, surprised that he didn't warn her. The first lashing was quickly followed by another, but from the opposite direction. If she tried she could hear the tell tale swishing sound of the air flowing through the flogger just before impact. He was spreading the blows out from the top of her hips down to the middle of her thighs. Fiona was glad the tender skin from the waxing was safely tucked up against the stack of pillows. He continued to rain blows down on her, but shifted up her body. The leather slapped against her ribs and then moved on to her breasts. The tingling sensation that had faded away when Frank stopped fingering her pussy returned. When he began to whip her shoulder blades she felt his other hand on her ass. She wondered if he still had his pants on. The image of him shirtless rushed into her mind's eye. She could picture every detail, the sinewy muscles of his arms as he swung the flogger, the hair that covered his chest and the bulge in his pants where the denim held back his throbbing erection. In theory, what he was doing should not have been much more difficult than walking and chewing gum, but the reality was quite different. As usual the devil was in the details. If all he wanted to do was whip her it would be easy, but he wanted her to enjoy it. With one hand he was trying to use the flogger with just enough force to arouse her. His other hand was sliding down the middle of her ass and a collision course with her pussy. Unlike before he wasn't being subtle about his intentions. The second his fingertip touched her labia he pressed down into her wet slit. "No, no, no," she moaned, even though she expected her objection would fall on deaf ears. "I don't think you got waxed here," he said, dismissing her protest. Fiona knew she should stand on principle, she had said her pussy was off limits and he should respect her wishes. But her carnal desires agreed with Frank and her protest consisted of no more than a guttural moan. The flogging stopped and the leather tendrils were draped over her shoulders. Frank's fingers were at work between her legs and the tingling sensation was spreading again. It would be easy to finger fuck her to climax, but that wasn't what Frank intended to do. He considered revealing his plan to Fiona, but decided to let her figure it out. He pushed two fingers into her, stopping when his knuckle pressed against her clit. A moan of satisfaction escaped her lips. "Harder," she pleaded. He complied with her request, this time letting his thumb sink between her ass cheeks. To say she was wet would be an understatement. Her pussy was delightfully drenched, each time he penetrated her she coated his hand with her juices. He could tell by the way she was breathing that Fiona was close to climaxing. "You don't get to come yet," he ordered. "I'm not sure there's much you can do about that," she replied coyly. "Let's find out," he said, withdrawing his fingers from her sex. The rough denim of his jeans pressed against her ass, telling her he had not finished undressing yet. Suddenly he grabbed her jaw and forced his fingers into her mouth. It took her a few seconds to realize it was the same hand he had been finger fucking her with. The idea of tasting her pussy wasn't arousing, but his unexpected roughness was. The flogger was lifted off her shoulder and she felt the bed shift as he moved. He was beside her now and the flogger was resting on her ass. His fingers moved just a bit. It was a subtle hint that he expected her to do something, but she chose to ignore it. Frank lifted the flogger and swished it against her calf muscle. He repeated the movement with his fingers, but this time the back of her knee was the target when she declined to acknowledge his unspoken demand. The third time she ignored him he lightly whipped the inside of her thigh, then dragged the leather tendrils across her sex. "That's the carrot," he said, "and this is the stick." He raised his arm up and swiftly brought it down, the flogger slapped against her bare ass. She tried to cry out, but his fingers were still in her mouth. The instant the leather hit her ass she felt angry, but that emotion was quickly displaced by lust. She had been so close to orgasm. Her need to come overpowered the rage she felt. The restraints held fast as she struggled against them. "Carrot," he said, sliding the polished chrome ball on the end of the floggers handle between her labia. Inside her head it was utter chaos. The logical response was to comply with his unspoken request to suck on his fingers before he applied the stick again, but something in her refused even as her sex begged to be penetrated by the toy. The silver ball that capped the handle of the riding crop vanished from sight, sinking into the soft pink flesh of Fiona's sex. He was careful to stop short of bumping against her clit; he didn't want to push her past the tipping point of her climax. Frank turned his wrist slightly and noticed the chrome glistened with her wetness. His cock ached, this time with jealousy as the toy sank between her labia again. He pulled it out and raised his arm. "Stick," his voice bellowed as the flogger impacted the back of her leg. It was close enough to her pussy that the familiar tingle returned. Fiona pressed her tongue against his fingers. Each time he whipped her she complied with his order for a few seconds, then stopped until she felt the sting of the flogger somewhere on her body. There was no denying her mouth was very talented, and for that reason he considered making a change to the plan. The first thing that sprang to mind was getting her into a sixty nine position so she could apply her oral skills to his aching cock while he buried his tongue in her wet slit until she came, but he dismissed that. He had already come in her mouth, this time he wanted his cock buried deep inside her when he orgasmed. "Do you want to come?" He asked, even though he had not told her what he had planned. Fiona stifled the sarcastic reply that sprang into her head and just nodded. She had been very close to orgasm several times, but he had never let her finish. Something about her response convinced him to reveal his plan, "The only way you get to come is with my cock in your hot, wet pussy." The bed shifted again, telling her that he was moving. A few seconds later she felt his hands rotating her hips; she complied with his unspoken order and lifted her body off the stack of pillows. The flogger slapped against the side of her breast, not quite reaching her swollen nipple. "What's it going to be?" he teased, eyeing her ass. The skin had a bit of a pink hue from the repeated impact of the flogger. Stroking himself to climax while staring at her naked ass was certainly an option, but not his first choice. The black leather tendrils of the flogger fell on to her shoulder. She felt them glide over her skin, following her spine and the flowing between her ass cheeks. Rationally there was no reason to deny what they both wanted. If he fucked her doggy style the newly bare skin would not be touched, but she held back. "Tell me you want to be fucked from behind," he said, slapping the flogger against her thigh. He promised himself he would not compromise. In fact if she didn't accept his offer soon he would demand more. His cock ached for relief, but this time he would not give into his primal urges. Fiona started to think if he taunted her just a bit more she would have a spontaneous orgasm, but she could not bear to wait, "I want your cock." "Really, how much?" "I need it," she pleaded. "Show me, let me see how wet you are," he said, reaching down and freeing one of her hands. She paused to consider his demand, and as a result of her hesitation she felt the flogger against her breast again. This time the blow reached the erect amber skin in the middle. The impact of the flogger on her swollen nipple sent a bolt of euphoria through her body. The thrill of seeing her hand lift off the mattress and move towards her nether regions was indescribable. He watched anxiously as she spread her labia apart and then slid two fingers into her sex. When they emerged he quickly unbuttoned his jeans and jerked them down. His throbbing erection sprang out and bounced once or twice before he wrapped his hand around it. A moan escaped her lips as she felt his cock brush against her labia. She tried to push back against him, but the restraints held her back. She felt him rubbing along the length of her wet slit, but he didn't penetrate her. "I guess I will have to make you come like this, since your pussy is off limits," he teased. "No, no, I want to come with you inside me. I want your cock," she pleaded. He was right, if he continued she would climax, but she wanted more. She wanted to be full of cock when she came, and she wanted to make him come again. "Are you sure?" he asked, hoping his voice did not betray how close he was to ramming his throbbing erection into her pussy. "Please, please fuck me. I want you to fuck me from behind," she begged. "Like this," he said, slowly pushing just the tip in, and then pulling back. "No, harder! Fuck me hard. I want your cock inside me, deep inside me," she begged. Satisfied with her reply Frank dropped the flogger and put his hands on her hips. With one swift thrust, he buried his cock inside her. She was hot and wet. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass echoed around the room. Each time he thrust into her he could see her breasts swing wildly from side to side. He reached forward and cupped them in his hand. The pressure of his pending climax began to increase. Against his better judgement he stretched his fingers out until he felt her nipples. Her breasts constantly taunted him. It didn't matter if they were covered by a loose fitting blouse, and form fitting tube top or completely bar, almost every time he saw them he thought about how it felt to have her tits pressed against his lips, cupped in his hands, or wrapped around his cock. Even with his erection buried inside her pussy he could not resist grabbing her breasts. Every second he held them in his hand pushed him closer and closer to orgasm. Fucking Fiona felt fantastic, but playing with her tits made it feel exponentially better. There was no doubt in her mind that Frank was fucking her with every bit of his cock. Each time he penetrated her his erection pushed as deep into her vagina as possible. She could feel the restraints around her ankles and knees pull tight as he rammed his cock into her pussy. The flogging had left her ass pink and tender, and the impact of his hips stung slightly, but that did little to distract from the climax that was building. His hands cupped her breasts and pulled back, as if to draw her closer and push his dick deeper inside her. She could feel her climax building. He had to let her come this time; it would be cruel to abandon her at the edge of ecstasy again. There was nothing quite like fucking Fiona doggy style. Part of it was visual; the way her ass rippled when his hips slammed into it, the way her tits bounced as he thrust into her over and over, and the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her dripping wet pussy. His dick could be numb and he would still come just from what he could see, but it wasn't. Tactile sensation was the other part of the equation, the feeling of her firm round breasts and swollen nipples in his hands combined with being inside her made his orgasm inevitable. There was one other component adding to his euphoria, and that was her cries of pleasure. Hearing her beg for his cock had been arousing, but that paled in comparison to what he heard has he rammed his cock into her sex. "Oh, oh, oh, fuck yes," Fiona moaned, "you're going to make me come baby, don't stop, don't stop. I want you inside me, oh, oh. Harder! Harder." Her cries were reaching a fevered pitch and her words became unintelligible, pushing him past the point of no return. "I'm going to come," Frank groaned through clenched teeth. He wanted to hold on for just a few seconds longer, but he could not. With a low grunt he embraced his orgasm and felt his cock jerk as a stream of hot cum shot into Fiona's pussy. "Yes, yes, yes, come inside me, come inside, yes, oh, oh I'm..." her words turned into an unintelligible moan as she was overwhelmed by the orgasm that would not be denied. It started deep in her sex and spread to her tits like a lightning bolt. Soon the tingling sensation had spread throughout her body from her fingertips to her toes. Her arms grew weak and she fell forward until her belly was resting on the stack of pillows. After a few slow thrust he pulled his cock out of her and reached for the restraints that held her in place. Before releasing her Frank took a long look at her cum soaked pussy. Even though his erection was fading and he was exhausted the sight still made him feel aroused. First he unbuckled the restraints on her ankles, then the remaining wrist cuff. He left the straps holding her knees for last, enjoying the way she looked crouched down on the bed. When she was finally free she rolled on to her back, legs spread apart. He pushed the pillows out of the way and lay beside her. Off Limits "Are you looking at my tits?" she asked incredulously. "Maybe," "There's something wrong with you." "Trust me, if you only saw your breasts for a few times each day you would stare too," "I don't stare at your dick all the time," she teased. "That's because it doesn't look as good as your tits," Fiona sighed, "I can't really argue with you on that." With a quiet moan, she sat up, then climbed out of the bed, "I'm going to freshen up, don't go anywhere." Frank watched her walk away, stopping when she closed the bathroom door, and then rolling out of bed. He removed the web of ropes and straps that had served as anchors for the restraints that held her down; then folded back the sheets and slipped between them. A smile spread across his face when she emerged from the bathroom still naked. "No shower?' he asked. "Nope, you get to sleep with a well fucked little slut," she replied. "I can't really argue with you on that." Fiona lifted the sheet and climbed into bed, snuggling up against him and resting her head on his chest. "I should be mad at you," she teased. "Why?" "You only let me come once; I'm good for more than that you know." "I know. You said you should be mad, are you?" "No, in this case once...once was enough," Fiona paused as a light bulb lit up in her head, "Is that what it's like for you?" Frank kissed her on the mouth, "So smart," "Oh, wow. Just one. That's got to suck," she said absentmindedly. "I'm good for more than one, just not as quickly as you are," he replied. "Sorry, that was supposed to be my inside voice." "It's okay, but I am a bit jealous. Of course if I could have multiple orgasms like you can I'd probably be a complete slut," he said. "If it makes you feel any better there is a price to pay. When you make me come a lot I'm sore the next day. Now let's go to sleep before all this talk about orgasms makes me horny again." "You're not convincing me I should go to sleep with that argument," he replied. Fiona wondered what a stronger argument would be. Should she remind him she needed to be well rested so she could fuck his friend the next day? She thought for a moment and decided to take a different approach. "I want to sleep so you can fuck me in my dreams," she whispered in a sultry voice, then pulled his hand over her naked beast. "You know, like studying for a test by putting a book under your pillow." "That's an offer I can't refuse," he answered as he drifted off to sleep.