1 comments/ 24090 views/ 0 favorites Break In By: msm865 To the literary purists -- This is a short story specifically designed to fit on one page. As such, there is no character development and no witty dialogue. I am not writing the next great novel. To everyone else, I hope you enjoy. I awoke to the touch of her hand on my thigh. I did my best to feign sleep. The hand moved to gently stroke the soft hair of my treasure trail. Again I kept up the pretense of being in dreamland. Unfortunately, my cock wasn't buying in on the trickery and rose to the occasion. It is not that big and I have the theory that is why it gets so hard, the blood fills it to over capacity. I let out the telltale sigh and rolled a quarter turn to allow access. She began to stroke it lightly, cupping my balls with her other hand. Then we heard the crash as the glass broke. Suddenly, we were confronted by the two men that had forced their way in through our pool sliders. They had weapons and we were obviously in no position to defend ourselves. The intruders actually laughed at our predicament. They demanded our money and valuables, as they shined LED flashlights in our eyes. We don't keep much money in the house and were only able to scrounge up a little over $300. This did not satisfy them and they began to vent their anger by taking turns trashing the house. Eventually, they were both back in our bedroom. There was a very real mean streak starting to rear its ugly head. They sarcastically apologized for interrupting us and told us they wanted to see what they missed. Of course by this time my cock had shrunk to acorn mode and I wasn't sure, given the circumstances, that there was much chance that any amount of stimulation could cause it to rise. They were clearly getting more agitated and I asked them to please leave, they had all the cash we had and not to take it any further. It was at that point that the situation turned truly bad. I was dragged from the bed to a chair and quickly bound with my own neckties. They returned to the bed and began to maul my wife's tits. Her nipples had gotten hard from all the excitement and they seemed to get pleasure from flicking them with their fingernails. She has never been a fan of nipple play and I knew this was torture for her. I protested for her and it worked in a strange way, one of the men got off the bed and punched me first in the stomach and then in the face. As my vision cleared, I was being untied by my wife. I began to think we were alone again, but she began to suck my cock to life, which seemed odd for what we had been through and not her favorite thing either. I could see she was crying and my internal alarms went off. I looked around and saw we most definitely were not alone. She continued to stroke and suck me through her tears. I hardened and she reached for my hand to return me to the bed. Apparently, while I was stunned, I missed out on the instructions our captors had given her. She was to do whatever it took to get me erect and then we were to perform for them. As tears continued to roll down her face, she informed me that they were looking to watch us have anal sex. Now, this is something she has never agreed to as part of our sex life. However, desperate times sometimes require desperate measures I guess. She continued to stroke me, not sure if she was hoping I would cum or just to keep me hard, as we lay on our bed. Our audience began to get restless and demanded some action. She rolled up to all fours and asked me to reach in the drawer and get some lube. Of course, this did not look good to our visitors as I certainly could have had a gun in there. I guess we were going to do this dry. Fortunately, I do leak a great deal of pre-cum, so I rubbed the head of my cock in her ass crack as lubricant. I slowly worked my cock into her ass, knowing it was something she didn't want, as she moaned in pain. We began to find a rhythm, and her moaning started to subside. It was then that I realized that one of the men had moved behind me. I heard the sound of the belt unbuckle and the zipper go down. I pondered the situation, and wondered if he planned to crawl under and slide into her cunt. In a moment, I knew the answer, as I could feel the pressure of his cock on my ass. Two cherries being taken in a matter of minutes. At that point, I realized what my wife had feared all these years. I think if it had been a gentle, loving situation, it wouldn't have been so traumatic. But in the way this happened, we were both being violated against our will. As I overcame the initial shock, I could feel the overwhelming need to shoot and filled her with the load that had been building for a while. Several of his strokes later and I could feel the pulse in my backside and the warmth that accompanied it. At this point, I was hoping that the ordeal had ended. Unfortunately, as the saying goes, there was an 800# gorilla in the room and he hadn't participated yet. During our encounter, he had undone his pants and been working himself up. It was clear that he was not going to be left out and again I am left wondering what might be on his menu. I look at the crumpled mess that is my wife and am not sure if she can emotionally take anymore. Again I plead with them to leave. The second man begins to advance across the bedroom without making his intentions known. My initial thought is to offer myself in whatever way he wants, when I feel the excruciating pain of the knee crushing my nuts and dropping me to my knees. He demanded that I get him ready, which was redundant, as he was already hard as a rock and seeping pre-cum. Through my haze, I licked and sucked him until he pushed me away. He reaches the bed, rolls my wife over, and roughly enters her. He pounds her cunt, fast and hard. She is barely coherent from the earlier ordeal. He pulls out of her pussy and showers her face with his cum. In the meantime, his partner has gotten hard again, and rolls her back over. He shoves his dick into her freshly fucked ass and proceeds to pound away for what seems like an eternity, since he has already cum once. He deposits his load into what had been a virgin ass only minutes ago. The intruders are satisfied and have had enough. They exit the way they came. Break In Marian Travers drove her car into the drive of her two storey home in the same way as she always did when she came from work. The forty-three year old ran an estate agents business in the town of Darkfield in Dorset. Marian had single now for over a year. Her divorce from her former husband, Nick, had been acrimonious at best. The staff at the office, particularly the female staff wondered why Marion hadn't gotten rid of Nick sooner. This was because, despite the fact he and Marion had been married ten years, Nick was a habitual adulterer and the staff were sure Marion knew all about it and yet she repeatedly forgave him and they made up. However, the final straw for Marion came when she arrived home a day earlier than expected from an estate agents conference to find her cheating husband in bed with not one but two of the girls from the office. In anger Marian drove Nick and the girls from the house and had the locks changed the next day. In the divorce battle Marian sought and got Nick's share of the estate agents, making her sole owner as well as the house. She also fired the two women he had been involved with. After Nick's departure the business began to pick up. Marion was a shrewd businesswoman and knew and appreciated the fact she had an excellent and loyal team at her office. Although she wasn't lonely and certainly did not miss Nick, Marion did feel certain emptiness. It was something she wouldn't admit to, even to her most trusted staff members. Marion got out of her red sports car, another item she had gotten from Nick, and retrieved her briefcase before heading for the door of her home. She dropped the briefcase in the hall and then checked the phone for messages. There was just one from Nick which she erased without even listening to it. Nick had phoned many times and Marion simply ignored him. As a result she considered changing the number and only let her few trusted ones know of it. Marion made her way into the kitchen and switched on the kettle before she headed for the living room. She stopped in front of the large mirror there and looked at her reflection. Marion was five feet nine with a good figure. Her breasts were large and firm and she had her long blonde hair tied in a tight bun. She couldn't help admire herself as she stood in her business suit of navy blue jacket, matching skirt that was way above her knees but not too short and a white blouse that complemented her figure. 'You're not bad for your age, girl,' Marion thought before turning away to head for the kitchen. It was as she turned that a hand was placed to her mouth, which prevented her screaming and she felt something cold like the blade of a knife at her throat. "Not a sound and don't do anything stupid and you won't get hurt. Got that?" came a rough croaking voice behind her. Marion nodded and made an inaudible sound from her mouth. Three people with white hoods suddenly stood before her. From their stature it was clear to Marion that they were all men. The one behind Marion released his hand and Marion spoke in an anxious tone. "Look, if it's money..." She was cut short by the man who stood behind. "Oh, we don't want any money, doll. We're just here for a good night, that's all." his companions laughed. One of the men stepped forward and began to unbutton Marion's jacket. It was obvious then what was about to happen. Marion tried to protest. "No, please," she begged. Then she felt the cold steel of the knife and stayed silent. When her jacket was removed it was just tossed untidily to the floor. The buttons of her blouse were opened rapidly and at the same time Marion heard the zipper of her skirt and the loosened garment slid to the floor. The removal of her blouse revealed her full white slip. There was a sudden tug on it from behind Marion cut here the tearing noise as the knife cut through it like butter. "Wow, what a sexy outfit," declared the man behind her. Marion blushed knowing full well they were referring to her low cut red lace bra and knickers. She also could see that at least two of the men in front of her were admiring the sexy black stocking she wore. It was something she had never done before. It was always tights or nothing for her. "Please don't," begged Marion as she felt a strain on her knickers and then a snapping sound as the knife cut the side of her knickers and they were ripped from her, exposing her trimmed pussy. "Relax, doll. Remember what I said. Behave and you'll be safe." said the man. One of the men knelt and clutching Marion's stocking covered smooth legs. "Oooh," moaned Marion as she felt his tongue drill through her pussy lips and proceeded to lash her clit. "You like that, eh?" asked the man behind her. Marion didn't answer but the pleasure was obvious as she continued to moan. The man behind Marion slid down the shoulder straps of her bra and in a moment it joined the rest of her discarded clothing. Even more pleasurable foe Marion was the fact that as the her magnificent breasts were cupped by the man behind her and began to gently rub her nipples with his hand. He gave Marion a gentle kiss on her neck and then shoulder. This wonderful sensation, combined with the pleasure from her pussy and breasts made Marion Travers resign herself to her fate, whatever it was, as her long blonde hair was released from its bun and travelled down her back. "Oh my God!" cried Marion as her love juices flowed and her orgasm erupted. Although it wasn't her biggest, Marion was either unable or unwilling to conceal her enjoyment as she sighed deeply with sexual satisfaction. Suddenly, Marion was forced to her knees. "Ok, doll. This is the deal. You're going to suck each of our cocks until they're dry." said the man behind her who was clearly the leader. Marion was about to say no when, as if anticipating her negative reply the leader once again put the knife menacingly close to her throat and spoke. "And remember, doll, no is not an option," he said firmly. Marion nodded with resignation and the first cock was forced deep into her mouth and she began to suck. The man took Marion's head and began to bob her in and out. Soon she settled into a rhythm. At the same time Marion's arms were outstretched and she was forced to take a cock in each hand and hand fuck them. As if this wasn't enough her body was adjusted slightly and she felt something hard penetrate her arse and began to pound her. "Mmm," was all Marion could utter as each cock came and cum filled her mouth. Even the burning sensations in her arse seemed to excite her. With each of the men now spent Marion was helped to her feet. The leader of the gang spoke to her. "You are a beautiful woman, doll." he said admiringly and the others nodded in agreement. He carried Marion to the sofa and lowering his pants, he gently mounted her and then inserted his cock into her pussy. The leader began to pump slowly but soon began to pick up the pace with each subsequent stroke. Marion's body began to react positively to his movements as she began to move with him. Eventually they settled into a mutually satisfying rhythm. Marion even gripped his bare hips and held them is if steering him. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" cried Marion several times as she felt another orgasm build. As it exploded she couldn't help but give a loud cry of satisfaction. The leader looked down at her. "I have to say it, doll. You're one of the best I've ever had," declared breathlessly as he got up and pull up his pants. The others were ready to leave and the leader once more turned to Marion who was still lying on the sofa exhausted. "We're leaving now, doll. Don't attempt to find out who we are or you will be in trouble. Understood?" Marion just nodded and the men filed out the door. When she heard a car door open and engine start she felt safe enough to get up. By the time she reached the window there was no trace of the car. Marion went straight for the shower before heading for bed and was soon in a deep sleep. *** The following day Marion was back in her office contemplating what had occurred the previous night. She shook her head and went back to studying the reports on her desk. About an hour later Marion picked up the phone on her desk and pressed one button. "Yes, Mrs. Travers?" her secretary politely asked. "Tell Tim I'd like to see him, please, Kate." responded Marion with authority in her voice. "Right away, Mrs. Travers," replied Kate in an almost excited tone. A few moments later there was a gentle knock on the door of Marion's office and she put her large round rimmed reading glasses down on her desk. "Come in," said Marion. "You wanted to see me, Mrs. Travers?" asked Tim Dolan a tall handsome six footer who was also one of Marion's best staff members. "Yes, Tim. Come in and close the door," responded Marion. Tim did what he was bidden and stood respectfully in front of his boss. Marion reached for her handbag and extracted a small brown envelope before handing it to Tim who smiled as he took it and tucked it into the inside pocket of his jacket. "I trust everything was satisfactory for you, Mrs. Travers?" he asked politely. "Very much so, Tim. It was very much as I dreamed off. You did a great job. Thank you," Marion said. "You're more than welcome, Mrs. Travers," replied Tim. "There's just one thing..." "Yes, Mrs. Travers? Asked Tim with concern. "You're sure these men don't know who I am?" Marion replied anxiously. "Scouts honour, Mrs. Travers. The men were from up north. It was understood there would be no questions asked and no answers given. They didn't even know where they were because they were blindfolded as they were driven to your home and again when they were driven back to their car on the outskirts of town," explained Tim enthusiastically. "Once again, Tim, thank you much for your discretion," said Marion. "You're very welcome, Mrs. Travers. Please don't hesitate if there's anything I can do." replied Tim. "Well, now that you mention it. If you're not too busy next Friday night, maybe you could drop by my house and we could discuss you long term future with the firm? It will probably be an all nighter. Would that be convenient?" asked Marion. Tim smiled. "Would ten thirty be alright?" he asked with a broad smile. "Perfect!" declared Marion and Tim nodded before he turned and left the office. Marion put on her glasses and resumed reading with a smile. Break-In Sorry in advance, readers; no wild sex here. I mainly write mild exhibitionism stories. If that style bores you, you may wish to skip this one. Thanks. ***** Catherine, I and the kids were going on a little five day family vacation. We let our neighbors know and asked them to keep an eye on the house while we were gone. While on our trip, Catherine got called back for a work emergency and drove back to the house alone on the third day. She arrived home, very tired, about two a.m. Unfortunately, she had forgotten to bring a house key and was locked out. She tried all the doors and then the windows, hoping one was open. When she went around back to our son's bedroom window, she found it unlocked. She dragged over a trash can, placed it under the window to stand on, and climbed through the window to get herself in the house. She must have made a little noise. She was so tired from the five hour drive that she just stripped off all of her clothes, tossed them in the dirty clothes closet and walked down the hall into our room and got into bed. She loves to sleep naked if she is alone. Now our wonderful neighbors were true to their word and so when they heard noise in the yard and saw the shadow of someone climbing in the window, they called the cops. The cops arrived ten minutes later and knocked. Catherine was so out of it she did not hear them. They walked around the house finding the other door and other windows locked. But when they found the trash can under the back window, they tried the window and it was unlocked so they also climbed in and entered the house. Catherine must have forgotten to lock the window. The two cops had their guns pulled and looked room to room with their flashlights finally opening the door to her bedroom. Finding her in the bed, they yelled, "Hands up!" and it really startled her. She was terrified seeing two men with flashlights pointing in her face and their guns pointed at her and yelling, "Hands up!" so she screamed back, "Don't shoot!" She did as they said and sat upright and put both her hands in the air. Later she explained that naturally left her topless with her firm boobs and puffy nipples pointing straight out. They had their lights on her face and her boobs, back and forth. They were staring like kids. They finally tried to act professional and said they were told she had broken into the house. She replied that she lived there but had just forgotten her house key, but it was her house. They said they would require some identification to prove it was her house because they had information the homeowners were out of town. This is where it got even more interesting. Being still somewhat panic stricken and more than half asleep, and without thinking of asking for a robe or anything, she just threw back the rest of the covers and got out of the bed, stark naked in front of both men and began to look for her purse. She turned on the lights so she could see. But that meant they could now see her naked body perfectly too. She looked first on her dresser, then the desk, all the while walking naked in front of the two leering men. Then she looked under the bed, bending way over and she finally even got down on her knees to look way under the bed. Later she realized both men were right behind her and were able to see her super fine bare bottom and as a bonus her fine pussy from behind too. Not to mention her boobs swaying but she was determined to find her purse and get them out of there and have this over with. But she could not find it and so they followed her from room to room, turning on each of the lights of course, quite obviously enjoying her nakedness. Catherine told me later that by this time she was fully awake and was extremely excited to have these handsome men looking at her naked body so she really dragged out the search to be able to stay naked even longer. It was a perfect opportunity to be an exhibitionist without looking like she had any choice in the matter at all and plus with them being cops, she knew it would remain "safe". After checking every room and putting on quite the nude display making sure her butt had a nice switch to it when she walked, she finally told them that the purse must be out in her car. The older cop went to get it and the younger man stood there staring at her, ostensibly standing guard. She said he appeared to be most concerned that her shaved pussy not get away because he kept staring at that part of her anatomy the most. She said he was not being shy about looking her up and down either. And although she was secretly enjoying the attention, she did not let on but did not get covered up either. She said when the other cop came back in, the cold air rushing in the door caused her nipples to get huge and hard and they all definitely noticed that change occur too. After the older cop handed the purse to her, she took her time finding her wallet that had her ID with the address on it. She had to turn around and set the purse on the dining room table so they saw her bare naked, super-fine bubble butt. She admitted she was really poking it out too. She even accidently dropped her wallet and had to bend way over to pick it up, making sure they got to see her pussy again. She finally found her I.D. and directly faced them, boobs, huge hard nipples, shaved pussy and all, right in front of the guys as she handed them her drivers license. They verified it was her. Then they said they had to make some notes so that took another five minutes while she is standing naked in front of them. They finally apologized and said they were leaving. She said they both backed out very slowly all the while explaining they were sorry about this but just wanted to be safe and sure and hoped she understood they were just doing their job. They both looked at her as long as they possibly could while trying to look somewhat professional. It looked like they were memorizing every curve of her breast and every bit of her dainty pussy lips too. All this time Catherine was completely naked in front of the two men. She said it all lasted for probably about fifteen minutes total. She said she had never been naked in front of any stranger for that long and this time it was two men. She could not wait to tell me about it and she got back under her covers and called me and we had fun discussing it if you know what I mean. Break-In Bang Author's note: this story was written at the request of a reader; there is a theme of almost non-consent, but mostly just enjoyment of a surprising fantasy fulfilled. I hope you enjoy. ------------------------------ Teresa was sitting at home alone, reading yet another dirty book about a horny house wife who was being gang-banged at a party... for some reason she just got so turned on by the idea of being taken by more than one guy. Not that she was a horny housewife, just a regular 22 year old girl... but it was her dirty little hidden fantasy. To be taken and abused somewhat... not that she actually wanted to be hurt, but she wanted them to do things to her; dirty things. Things that most girls would be horrified to think about... sometimes she wondered if something was wrong with her; but there were always books and porn about this. So maybe it wasn't so strange, there were obviously other people who got into the same kind of things that she did. Setting her book down she went over to her computer, pulling up her journal page. She wrote: Sometimes I just wish that I could have the guts to find a couple of guys to actually do all the fantasies that I've written about... I don't know what it is that turns me on so much about being abused by several guys. Just the idea of having all my holes filled is like, the hottest thing ever... I've never even tried a lot of the things that I want. I suppose I could fulfill parts of my fantasies, but for me the biggest part is always having a couple guys there while I'm doing it, and having them do it to me. I just don't think it's quite as satisfying otherwise. Looking at the entry she decided she was done. It was probably the shortest entry she'd ever written - usually her entries were almost akin to the erotic stories that she read; detailing specific fantasies and scenarios that she'd like to have done to her. Sighing she went into the kitchen and pulled out a cucumber. Rubbing it with her hands to warm it up, she knew that it wasn't going to be the same, but at least she could imagine. Stripping down she lay naked on the floor, pressing the cucumber to her wet pussy and picturing a group of guys around, jacking off... one of them knelt between her legs and was pressing the cucumber in and out of her pussy... fucking her harder and harder with it. Two more knelt down on either side of her to suck on her nipples... Dammit this wasn't working. She was only one person, she only had two hands... she couldn't even make herself come CLOSE to feeling the same things. Horny and frustrated she pumped herself hard with the cucumber, abandoning her fantasy and just trying to get off. She came hard, but it wasn't what she wanted, and she was still feeling a little empty and frustrated inside. Washing the cucumber off she put it back in the fridge and went to the bed. ******************************** A week later, Teresa awoke in the middle of the night... her sheets were off and her t-shirt that she was wearing was up above her chest. Hands were touching her... and she realized that she wasn't wearing panties. Taking a breath to scream, she was muffled by a hand covered with a leather glove that immediately covered her mouth. "She's awake," he hissed in a low voice, and she realized that there was more than one... "Give me her panties." A moment later her panties were stuffed in her mouth, muffling any more screams, and three pairs of hands were moving all over her body. Ok, so they were holding her down to, but she was incredibly turned on... it was just like out of one of her books! Truthfully, although she was frightened, as long as they weren't going to hurt or kill her she would go along with this! Unfortunately she couldn't tell them that, and so just wriggled as they molested her body. Fingers pinched at her nipples, twisting them roughly and bringing tears to her eyes even as the same sensation sent a shot of lust straight through her pussy. Arching her back on the bed she tried to relieve the pinch as the fingers pulled her nipples upwards, stretching out her breast. Everything about this turned her on, even though fear was pumping through her body it just fed her desire. A detached part of her mind thought, 'I'm so perverted...' After all, she was laying here, her body being molested and abused by - she counted three figures in the dark - and she was more turned on that she'd ever been in her life. If they took her gag out she'd be begging for their cocks, encouraging them to abuse her. She felt light-headed and giddy as hands slid up her inner thighs, two fingers parting her sopping pussy lips and pressing in. "She's tight but she's wet as all fuck," a voice hissed, "You like this don't you, you little slut?" Teresa's body reacted both to the name and the fingers that pressed upwards inside her as he spoke, a muffled cry emitting from behind the gag. The men all chuckled as her body writhed in front of them, mouths covering her nipples and biting down as a tongue probed around the fingers in her pussy. It was heavenly... obviously they weren't here to hurt her, and she was feeling awfully good... the fear was receding behind a wall of rampant lust. Their mouths sucked on her body, incredible feelings of shocked desire surged through her as their hands and tongues teased her senses. With the one man's finger moving inside her pussy, and all their oral stimulation, it wasn't very long before Teresa was cumming ecstatically; her body practically levitating with pleasure as she screamed behind the panty-gag. The men laughed triumphantly as she came down from her orgasm, they were stripping off their clothes and she was burning with anticipation. One of them grabbed her and turned her over, startling her and making her kick out. A heavy slap to her ass stopped her struggles as the place where he hit her stung harshly, although it didn't stop her arousal at all. They tied her hands behind her back, which she found rather exciting as well as scary... she'd thought about bondage before, and had even detailed it in some of her fantasies in her journal, but this was the real thing. Now she was completely vulnerable to whatever they wanted to do to her... They took the panty gag from her mouth and she immediately started begging, "Please, you don't have to... UMPH!" Another gag was shoved in to replace the panties, it tasted of leather and metal and her jaw felt very stretched. Teresa felt a flash of indignation, she'd just wanted to tell them that they didn't HAVE to restrain her, she'd cooperate - and gladly! But they seemed to get a lot of pleasure out of having her so vulnerable to them, and truth be told she rather liked it too... it was just scary. There was no control left to her at all. They lifted her up to straddle on of them, he was laying on the bed with his large dick pointing straight up at her ready pussy. She moaned heavily as they lowered her onto him, her tightness stretching deliciously over his meat-stick; he groaned too, in pleasure as her body sucked him inside of her, tight and wet. Holding onto her breasts, he pushed her so that she was mostly sitting up, pinching her nipples and making her whimper as he moved slightly underneath her. Another of the guys got in front of her and started pushing his dick into her mouth and she realized that the gag had a wide round opening so that they could get a blow job from her even while she was gagged! Of course, with her hands behind her back she had no control over the blow job at all and he was soon pushing his way into her throat as she gagged and panicked, never having deep throated a guy before. It didn't seem to matter to him though, he just kept pushing in and out of her mouth, working his way deeper and deeper as she struggled to breath. Soon there was a distraction at her backside as something slimy pressed up against her asshole. Fear flashed through her... it was EXACTLY like one of her stories, the ones that made her the hottest but also caused her the most fear! Imagine... having two guys in both her holes at once... and her ass was virgin. At the moment. She screamed as the dick pressed into her asshole, opening it up painfully; and her vocal reverberations vibrated up the dick in her mouth, making him groan happily and plunge completely into her mouth. With her nose pressed up against his groin, she couldn't decide which was the more precarious position for her, the meat-popsicle or the dick invading her tight ass. Tears leaked down her face at the sensory overload as all three of them starting moving inside her body. Her ass burned and cramped, but her pussy felt soooo good... and having a dick in her mouth just made the rest of it seem so complete. In fact, she was starting to wish that she didn't have the gag in her mouth so that she could give the guy a real blow job. Writhing between their thrusting bodies, Teresa could feel the pain in her ass starting to diminish, it was just feeling very full and very good... her holes tightened convulsively as little waves of ecstacy shuddered through her. Not quite orgasms, her body still hadn't adjusted to the abuse, but like the little quakes that precede a shattering earth quake. Everything seemed to be narrowed to the physical sensations that were consuming her body, she couldn't think, couldn't see, couldn't breath anything else. It was all just dick, moving in and out of her, pleasuring and hurting her, using her in the basest way possible... Teresa's orgasm grew and grew, she was getting almost as much pleasure out of its preparation as she would its arrival. She could feel it, a burning itch that went higher and higher inside her body with every thrust, her clit was thrumming against the guy underneath her as she rode him. With a scream, she felt herself falling over the edge, every muscle in her body tensing with ecstacy as her holes clamped down on the dicks inside her. One after another the guys climaxed inside her, first the one in her pussy, then the one in her ass, and finally the one in her mouth; not quite simultaneously, but overlapping each other. Each of their climaxes just pushed hers higher and higher as she was filled with cum in every hole, gasping for air as the guy in her mouth pulled out, she fell onto the guy underneath her. The guy who was pulling off his ski mask and grinning at her... the guy that she had known for at least 7 years. "Happy early birthday Teresa!" grinned her best guy friend Matt, "We found your journal online and so we knew JUST what to get you!" Teresa gaped, her voice caught in her throat as she gulped in air. Behind her, her friends Joe and David were untying her hands and taking the gag off. She rolled off of Matt, exhausted and with cum leaking from her holes. The three guys looked at her, both excited and a little wary... they were pretty sure that she wouldn't be mad, but there WAS always the chance. Finally she said,"You guys are the best..." And they whooped and cheered, all leaning down for a quick kiss and caress. They hit the shower, all together, giggling and talking about how much fun it had been. "You know..." said Teresa, "There's no reason we can't do it again..." The guys all looked at each other, and then at her slick and wet body, and then they picked her up and carried her back to the bed. Break In, Break Through she presented herself as ordered, wearing her favorite black open-cup bra with an attached padlocked collar, His favorite black thong, and a heavy dose of black lipstick. she knelt before the open doorway of their soundproofed playroom, her knees spread wide, her wrists crossed (and, in her imagination, secured together with an invisible rope) against her lower vertebrae, her head bowed with her lengthy black hair obscuring any clear vision she might otherwise have. "Stand and enter." Without moving her wrists from their "secured" position behind her, she clamored to her feet, keeping her head bowed as she made her way toward the sound of her Master's voice. Once His feet were within view, she stopped, and knelt again before Him. He walked away from her. Part of her mind was disappointed, thinking that perhaps she had done something wrong; He rarely ever walked away from her unless she had been commanded to remain in a particular position or was bound to an immovable object. Still, her heart soared, for He would not have commanded her to appear in their sacred place - especially dressed in this manner - unless He truly wanted (desired? needed?) her presence. she heard the door close, seal, and lock. This was not uncommon, even if He intended to only play lightly. Still, the sounds from the door held a "finality" to them, signaling that she could not leave again no matter what. she chastised herself for that thought, reminding herself of the safeword she had selected several years before. Only once had she ever used it, when she recognized the scent of alcohol on His breath. she always gave her body and her love to Him willingly in equal measures, but that night she made her body untouchable due to her love for Him, that the drink would not cause Him to inadvertently harm her beyond their long-held agreement. His feet reappearing within her limited range of view brought her back to her present situation. From the cool caresses down her back and jostling her hair just slightly, she was kneeling almost directly underneath one of the air conditioning vents. Especially in the intense Phoenix summer, the cool wafts of air felt wonderful, sensual. Surprisingly, He knelt before her, something He almost never did. Instinctively, she spread her knees even further apart in case He wished access to her most private of places. Only He had ever touched her there, and a heartbeat later, He touched her there once again. "you have been extremely wonderful these past few weeks," He praised her, whispering as His free hand maneuvered her hair aside so He could gaze deep into her eyes, His other hand maneuvering aside the front of her thong to stroke her womanhood directly. "While life at work has been extremely stressful for Me lately with the merger preparations, you have been a sweet, relaxing, calm presence in My life." "Thank you, Master," she whispered, her eyes held captive by His gaze as her heart soared at His kind words. "i only wished to ensure your happiness, Sir." His smile caused her soaring heart to melt. The sudden entry of a pair of fingers into her body caused her to gasp softly, yet her eyes never broke the gaze. Seconds later, the digits were removed and raised to her lips to be cleaned by her expert tongue. "I want to thank you by breaking in the new equipment that arrived yesterday," He announced. His smile mirrored hers. "you deserve it after being so sweet and considerate of My needs over the past few weeks." "Thank you, Sir," she whispered. "But first, I want you to masturbate for Me while I set up the new equipment." "As you wish, Master." she lay on her back on the floor, knowing this was the position her Master preferred for her when she pleasured herself for Him. Both her hands instantly slipped inside the thong to begin compliance with His command. she kept her eyes upon Him initially, admiring His typical all-black formal attire until He finally stood and moved out of her field of vision. The sparks emanating from her core began to leap further, spreading throughout her small frame. her breath came faster, her lips emitted soft sounds, her fingers danced beautifully across her clitoris. "Sir, may i cum?" "Yes, as much as you'd like." her hands launched into full-assault mode, never slowing through the onslaught of orgasms which wracked her senses and flooded the carpet. As she cried out again and again and again, her own voice felt like a distant memory, real yet fleeting. her body felt as if it was being swept away in an overflowing river of sexuality, breathtaking fireworks exploding on the inside of her eyelids, her heart pounding so hard and fast that it threatened to explode. "So beautiful. So slutty." The words barely registered, as they were spoken in the midst of yet another orgasm. As that wave of pleasure began to recede, she felt Him straddling her, His legs against her sides, pinning her wrists to either side of her head. When at last she could open her eyes, she looked through sex-glazed eyes up at His sweet smile. "I never knew my wife could be such a brazen whore," He noted aloud. her clitoris throbbed again at the "W" word. He bent down to kiss her, and her mouth attacked His with extreme viciousness. she struggled, wanting desperately to wrap her arms around her husband and Master, yet His hold on her wrists was firm. As the kiss continued, He slowly moved His legs backward, slipped them between hers, and rested His crotch above hers. His manhood was already long and solid inside His black trousers, and her hips instantly reacted to Him. If not for the copious amount of fluids continuing to emerge from her, this would be dry humping at its finest as He teased her nicely. Instead, she was a bit embarrassed, since her wetness would be all over Him when He finally lifted Himself from her. Still, she wrapped her legs tightly around His waist, squealing into His mouth with each long stroke back and forth across her womanhood. He sat back, releasing her wrists and extricating Himself from the vice grip of her legs. her eyes opened once more, and she began to giggle at the sight of His blackened lips. Obviously aware of the spectacle He presented, His laughter joined hers as He drew her close for a hug, then helped her to stand on her shaky legs. "Remember the game of Assassins from our first year in college?" she asked. "i just killed you with The Kiss of Death." He smiled again, obviously remembering the game. "If anyone must kill Me, I would hope it would be you. But now, on with the show." He turned her around, and she saw the new equipment, which He named the Body-stocks. Instead of securing one's head and wrists in the stocks, this version was taller and a bit thicker with two small holes for the wrists and a larger hole lower on the device for the torso. A heavy chain wound through the pair of holes near the base of the Body-stocks. "Are you ready?" she could only nod her assent as her eyes drank in the sight of the device, her mind reeling with questions: Would He drive her insane with pleasure? Would He tease her mercilessly, then leave her to stew in her own lust for hours? Would He cause her body to convulse with pain? she soon stood facing the back of the Body-stocks. As her fingertips glided along the nicely-polished oak wood, she could hear her Master opening one of the drawers in a dresser along the wall behind her. When He returned, He knelt behind her and affixed a pair of cuffs to her, using small padlocks to ensure they remained snug around her ankles. The snaps at the end of the heavy chain were attached to the D-rings of the wide leather cuffs, giving her only a few inches of maneuverability. Slowly, He licked and nibbled His way up the slave's legs, His hands stroking the insides of her thighs. Strategically ignoring the juncture of legs with torso, He continued working up her back, licking along her spine, until He stood behind her. Pressing Himself against her, she could feel the hardness trying to press between her lower cheeks, and could also feel the wetness she had deposited there earlier. Fortunately, He did not seem to mind that His clothing was now "dirtied" because of her. Then again, if He did indeed mind, He would take it out on her body once she was secured in the new device and unable to escape the punishment. After briefly cupping a breast and squeezing gently, He moved to the right side of the Body-stocks. Removing the lower padlock, He opened the device. Without needing to be commanded, she leaned forward, resting her stomach on the dip in the wood. Seconds later, the device was closed and padlocked, leaving her leaning forward somewhat awkwardly. Wearing the open-cup bra, she was quite aware of her breasts hanging beneath her; wearing the thong, she felt quite exposed despite the scant garment. she felt the vibrations through the wood as the top part of the device was opened. Carefully, slowly, He helped her to bring her arms back above her head, then threaded each forearm into place before closing and locking the Body-stocks. Hearing Him step away again, she took the opportunity to attempt to bring her arms forward. In this position, if she so wanted, she could probably squeeze her wrists through the small holes. However, He quickly returned with and applied another pair of thick leather cuffs, also secured with padlocks and connected by a short and even heavier chain. With the thickness of these wrist cuffs, she had no chance to slip her wrists through the small holes. Then again, she did not want to escape. "How do you feel?" Taking a quick mental assessment of her situation, she felt the wetness growing again between her legs. Confinement of any kind seemed to excite her no matter what the situation. That this was a brand-new piece of equipment thrilled her even more. However, she quickly noted that she would need to work to keep her head raised, or else blood would pool into her head and probably cause her some dizziness. "i feel wonderful, Sir." "Good. you look wonderful, as well." Standing behind her, He could not see her smile at the compliment. she wiggled her rear at Him, knowing He would appreciate the gesture. Then she simply waited, listening as He moved around the play room. When He at last returned to her, He knelt before her, nipple clamps in hand. Gently, He sucked at her left nipple, tugged at it with His teeth, enticed it to lengthen and harden, then tortured it with a clamp. her soft sighs of pleasure instantly changed to a loud groan of pain. she winced as the clamp was tightened to ensure it would not come off before He wanted it to come off. Then the same agonizing treatment was awarded to the right nipple. "Don't go away." With a soft laugh, He rose and left the play room, leaving her alone. From her lengthy training, she closed her eyes and performed her breathing exercises, helping her to internalize the pain in her nipples and also to pass the time in His absence. Yet it was almost impossible to remain still, causing her breasts - and, ultimately, the clamps - to sway slightly beneath her. Now she understood why she had been ordered to wear the open-cup bra for this play session. Opening her eyes once more, she looked down at the twin mounds falling away from her, noting how they and the clamps oscillated. The position she was in was beginning to become uncomfortable, and she found herself wiggling as best as she could, the movements of the clamps sending small shock waves up her feminine orbs and down her spine to her core, where additional wetness was created and overflowed her body's ability to contain it, leaving trickles of desire meandering down each leg. Yet she was also aware of the intense discomfort - of her body's awkward position in general, and of the vice-like confinement of her sensitive nipples in particular. The chains rattled slightly as she fidgeted, trying to find the most "comfortable" discomfort possible in her predicament. The door to the play room remained open. At any time, she could call out for her Master, and knew that He would come running to her side instantly. But if she called for Him indiscriminately, her punishment would be extremely severe - a lesson she had learned all too well once before. So she suffered alone, trying to set her mind adrift, envisioning more pleasurable scenarios. ...yet each scenario involved a similar predicament. Only the location changed. Then she thought of her current situation, and tried to anticipate what would happen next. she envisioned Him returning to the play room, wearing only a smile as He closed, sealed, and locked the door to again soundproof the room. The flow of desire intensified, creating new streaks down her thighs as she imagined her Master positioning Himself behind her, quickly impaling her, and savagely taking her with all the care of a sadistic rapist. The vision in her mind was so vivid that she could hear her imagined screams, feel the imagined tears falling from her eyes and plummeting to the floor. As best as it could, her body moved of its own accord, mimicking the events playing out in her head, a solo version of the ages-old primal dance. "Such a horny, wanton bitch." Raising her head and looking through the many strands of her lengthy hair, she could see Him standing just inside the play room. Wearing only a smile, He closed, sealed, and locked the door, reinstating the soundproof nature of their private hideaway. His cock was already long and hard, ready to sweetly pummel her body from the inside. That was exactly what she needed most. "Please, Master, use Your slave." "I will, she-who-wishes-to-be-used," He noted aloud, His delight audible in His voice as He moved toward the willing captive. Practically without warning, His hands were in her hair, yanking her down onto his extensive manhood, poking at her throat on the initial penetration and holding still deep inside her. she tried to scream around the oral invader, the vibrations of her sounds causing Him to shudder and gasp aloud and bringing forth several drops of lubrication from Him. The act was so sudden that she panicked, fighting fiercely in her awkward confinement as His fists tightened painfully in her hair, her constant movements torturing her breasts and nipples while the Body-stocks began to bruise her waist and forearms, her lips spreading their paint around the base of the thick assailant. The tears were no longer imagined; they were very real, induced by a panic she had not known for months in His usually-gentle dominance of her mind and her body. Just as suddenly, He was gone from her sight, leaving her sputtering and whimpering with relief. Just as suddenly, He was behind her, once again introducing her lower cheeks to the heavy oak paddle and causing new pained sounds to spew forth from her lips. With each strike of the paddle, she lurched forward as much as the Body-stocks would allow, the chains at her wrists and ankles rattling, the clamps upon her nipples shaking fiercely to create two additional sources of pain. her mind was so overwhelmed that she entered that thick haze she knew so well, her body's method of protecting her from the full gamut of powerful sensations that would otherwise threaten to render her unconscious due to overstimulation. The soft lining of the cuffs, the harsh scraping of the Body-stocks, the clamps' jiggling adherence to the law of gravity, the painful impacts of the paddle, the embarrassing feeling of the liquid love pouring forth from her, the sound of her own cries overpowering virtually every other sound in the play room - it was all muted by that haze, that wonderful, sensual, protective haze. Yet she felt that this was where she truly belonged, that this was what she was meant to do with her life, that this was the One to whom she could hand her heart on a silver platter and know that it would be safer than even the Crown Jewels. Then, her mind unable to comprehend even through the haze, she floated on a cloud. Time lost all meaning. All she could feel was an intense heat, both around her and within her. her soul was bared for all to see. ...and suddenly, she melted. An intense climax shoved away the haze with the force of a typhoon wind blowing a piece of cardboard across a virgin landscape. Pain mostly receded as a throbbing hardness withdrew from her and then pierced her elsewhere, fingernails digging into the flesh of her hips as her tightest opening was forced to spread wide to accommodate Him. her final virgin landscape was no longer virgin. her screams and her tears were the proof of the final barricade's decimation. her screams turned to cries as her Master held still inside her, riding her as a finger plucked her clitoris like an virtuoso violinist. His fingers never slowed, never relaxed, never allowed her a moment of rest - she was an instrument, singing beautifully as He played her, enjoying her sweet music. Then, she felt Him expand and release His seed into her. His essence poured into her small body, threatening to fill her full until the excess spilled out through her ears. Still she sang for Him, unable to do anything else - barely even able to breathe. At last, the outrageous assault ceased. He left her, walking slowly and shakily to the door, unlocking, unsealing, and opening it so that He could leave her. Slowly, her body calmed itself, yet she could feel the tidal surges continue for what seemed like hours. Salty rain departed her body to dampen the floor, while sweeter liquids coursed down her legs. Unable to swallow due to her dry throat, what little saliva she could muster dribbled forth from her lips. The heaving of her chest jostled the nipple clamps and sent painfully erotic shock waves up her breasts and down her spine to her core, where additional wetness was created and overflowed her body's ability to contain it. Even her hair felt ablaze with gratification as it hung from her in long unkempt strands. Four days later, as they enjoyed a hot bubble bath together, the bruises on her waist and forearms were still visible, but fading. her nipples were still too sensitive to allow her to wear a bra - or anything else above her waist - without discomfort. Yet it was worthwhile in the end, as it had been a perfect way to break in the new equipment. ...and to break through her final virginity. Break Me! = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = What do you do when you receive a text that says, "Break me!"? This short story was written for a painslut I know. My only relationship with her is that of friendship. She had been a "technical advisor" for several of my stories. In that context, I have occasionally spoken with her about the strange ways in which a painslut's mind and body work. In one of those sessions, she described her need to be "broken once in a while in order to stay sane." That discussion led to this story. Although the story itself is purely fictional, I showed it to her and she said it could have been her story. "Except," she added, "my Kevin is named Karen." = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = ******************** Kevin McCallister sat in his office waiting for the printer to spit out the final proposal papers he needed for his meeting with a client. The sale was already made. The deal was done. All that was needed was a signature on the proposal contract. This was going to be a really good month. "Bing!" His thoughts of bonuses and "Salesperson of the Month" were interrupted by the sound of an incoming text. He glanced at the screen of his smart phone. It was from Becky. The message was very short... only two words, "Break me!" His response was even shorter, "Clarify." Becky replied in a series of additional two word texts, "Whip me" "Spank me" "Beat me" "No limits" Again, Kevin's response was one word, "When?" "Now!" At that point, his secretary came into his office with several folders and he rapidly texted, "U hav 2 w8" then a second text, "Mportnt mtg. Big $ contract. Wll b hm aftr" Becky texted back, "I will be here waiting, but won't be able to answer or text." "I'll be tied up. ;-)" Kevin's text reply was totally symbolic, " :-) 8 = = = = = = = > (!) (-: " Becky's reply was also symbolic, " :-O / (.) X (!) " He texted back "C U Soon" and put away his phone so that he could deal with his secretary's questions. After she left, he sat drumming his fingers on the desk as he waited for the printer to collate, fold, and staple five copies of the lengthy proposal. His lips were pursed together and his brow was furrowed as he tried to figure out exactly what Becky was up to. She wanted pain - a lot of it; that was obvious. And for Becky, pain usually led to fantastic sex, but her text indicated that she wanted him only in her mouth or in her ass, not her cunt. Becky asking for anal is what really had Kevin wondering. Becky normally objected to anal sex, and only did it once in a while as a gift to him. She called it "pain sex" and said there was no pleasure in it for her. She said it didn't really hurt, but it didn't feel good either. For her it was "pain sex" or "no pleasure sex." It wasn't that she didn't enjoy sex. She greatly enjoyed regular put-your-prick-in-my-pussy sex. She called vaginal intercourse "pleasure sex," regardless of what position they were in when he entered her. Kevin wasn't sure what she called oral sex because she didn't really consider that sex. It was more like foreplay to her - even if it went all the way to climax for either of them. Now she was asking for pain and for pain sex. Something was definitely going on with Becky. Actually, something had been going on with her for several weeks. She had been growing more distant and responded almost coldly to his usual attempts to get her in the mood. About the only thing that seemed to turn her on anymore was pain, pain and more pain. Kevin was worried. Anything short of this contract and he would have cancelled all the rest of his appointments for the day and gone home immediately, but this was too important. He couldn't even rush through the final presentation of the contract at the client's place so that he could get home earlier. Too much was riding on this sale for himself and for the company. So, it was a long three hours later, when Kevin, breathing a big sigh of relief, was finally able to drop off signed copies of the contract with his company's records clerk. Now he could go home and take care of Becky. When he got there, everything was dark. All of the blinds were pulled shut and no lights were on. He slowly made his way to the bedroom. There he found Becky tied face down on the bed. In the dim light of three "electric candles" he could see that her ankles were tied securely to the bottom corners of the bed frame and her wrists were trapped in special slip knots on ropes that looped through their massive headboard. As he approached, he could see that the slip knots were a special tie that Becky had once shown him. It was normally used for self-bondage because it would only tighten to a certain point to prevent injury, but still the person could not undo them by themselves. She was lying totally quiet without movement. She may or may not have heard him enter the room. There were three or four pillows under her hips so that her ass was thrust high up into the air. Her head was resting on another pillow. She was wearing a thick leather blindfold and had a bright red ball gag in her mouth. Drool wet the pillow slightly beneath her face. Standing beside her, Kevin could see what looked like soft wax sealing her ears. She had obviously put herself in this isolation restraint, and just as obviously had probably been held in place like this, cut off from movement, sound and light, since shortly after texting him four hours before. He slipped out of his clothing and approached the bed. Then he released the strap on the ball gag so that he could remove it from her mouth. She jumped slightly as he touched her. It was probably her first indication that he was in the room. "I need you to say what you want," he said loudly, almost shouting into her sealed ears. Her words were the same as her text. "Break me." His answer also mirrored his text, "Clarify." "Whip me." "Spank me." "Beat me." "No limits." Kevin then said, "Verify," and Becky responded with "Chicago." "Chicago" was her safe word. Most people think of safe words only as something that brings everything to a stop when things get too intense for the sub, but a safe word is also very useful in those cases where you have to be sure that what the sub is asking for is actually what they are asking for. The reason for a safe word is to clearly mark something as stepping outside the role or the scene. Subs often say things that are part of the role, and a top has to know when they are in role and when they are seriously giving information or requests. Otherwise, a top may actually do what a sub asks as part of their fantasy and beat their ass until it is bloody hamburger when the sub was merely setting the scene in their mind with their words, and was really asking for, or expecting, just an intense spanking or beating. Kevin replaced the ball gag and checked out the implements that Becky had placed on the dresser next to the bed. There was a paddle, a wide leather belt, and a strange looking whip that looked somewhat like a rubber tawse. Small cards were along side each of them that were numbered 1, 2, & 3. Becky was a sub, but she knew what she wanted. She didn't quite top from below, but there was definitely nothing non-consensual about their relationship. Becky wanted Kevin to do something specific to her in a specific order that would take her well beyond her normal limits. As he picked up the large wooden paddle, Kevin wished he knew for sure what it was... and why... and for what purpose. He turned and slammed the paddle down on Becky's upturned ass. It made a resounding "thwack" and left a bright red slash across both ass cheeks. Thwack, thwack, thwack, he continued until her entire ass was bright red. Becky was pushing her face into the bed and grunting in pain, but at the same time she was raising her ass up against the paddle. Kevin could see moisture forming between her legs. She was obviously moving rapidly into pain-pleasure. After about 50 swats, Becky's ass was swollen and starting to show purple areas in the bright red. Kevin put the paddle back on the dresser and picked up the wide leather belt. It was black, and highly polished on one side. The crack of the belt hitting Becky's thighs was much sharper than the dull thwack of the wooden paddle. Becky began breathing heavily and arching her back to raise her ass up even higher. She was thrusting as if she were meeting the strokes of a lover rather than the swing of a belt. Watching her response to the belt, Kevin suddenly understood what Becky wanted.... needed. She wanted to be driven to orgasm by pain alone, and then taken beyond that. Becky was what many would call a "painslut." She was more than capable of orgasm from just inflicted pain. Pain sexually excited her. Pain and pleasure were somehow mixed in her nervous system and her brain and the intensity of the pain could take her to very high levels of what she called "pain-pleasure." But today she wanted... needed more than that. Kevin remembered that once, early in their relationship, she had intentionally forced a prolonged, violent argument. She knew which triggers to press in Kevin and had pushed him hard enough and long enough to caused it to become physical. Somehow, she had worked Kevin so that he totally lost control and actually hit her and hurt her. Once he lost control, she just stopped and let him beat her. That scared Kevin because he had not thought that he was capable of such action. He stopped and ran from their apartment out into the night for a long walk. After he had calmed down, he returned to the apartment. Becky greeted him at the door sweet and happy as if nothing had happened. That scared him even more and he insisted that they talk about what had occurred. Becky was reluctant to talk, but eventually she said that she had needed to be taken past the point of pleasure from the pain. She said that she needed to be broken, and had forced Kevin to break her. "Pain is my drug of choice," she explained. "It is as if I am addicted to what pain does for me." She paused and then said with a dreamy smile. "It makes me wet. It makes me happy. It makes me feel alive." Then her face lost all expression and her voice went totally flat as she continued, "But like any other drug, there are side effects. I build up a tolerance or something. It takes more and more pain to take me to the point of pain-pleasure. And once the built up tolerance gets to a certain point, I start losing the ability to feel pleasure-pleasure. I start needing pain, not to feel good, but just to not feel bad. When that happens, someone, somehow, has to take my body past pain-pleasure to true pain-pain so that everything resets itself. If the pain gets high enough, my brain reboots itself or something, and I start back at the beginning again." Kevin didn't understand what she meant, but told her that if she ever needed him to reset her and reboot her brain again, all she had to do was ask. Kevin now knew that Becky's text was exactly that. She was asking him to "reset her." She wanted him to reboot her brain by taking her beyond pain-pleasure to pain-pain. Kevin's swings with the heavy belt were moving slowly up her body. He was now creating wide, deep red welts on the very top of her ass cheeks where they joined her back. She was yelping with each strike, but there was a throaty moan developing beneath the yelps. He moved back lower so that the belt strikes were centered on the meatiest part of her ass. The yelps were now being overwhelmed by the moans and Becky was thrashing wildly in the throes of an intense orgasm. Kevin knew that Becky was at the peak of pain-pleasure, but he also knew that to "reboot her brain" he needed to take her well beyond that peak into true pain-pain. He set down the belt and picked up the strange looking whip. It was made with two thin, grooved pieces of automotive serpentine belt that usually drive the timing gears in a car's engine. Someone had given it to Becky, but after trying a few test swings on herself, she decided that it was much too painful to actually use. Each belt was about an inch wide, and was smooth on one side with raised grooves running the length of the belt on the other side. Two pieces, each slightly more than a foot long, had been attached to a short wooden handle and wrapped in place with black leather. The whip could be used in either direction. According to Becky, the smooth side was very painful, but the grooved side created unbearable pain. The fan-belt whip made almost no noise as Kevin smacked it into Becky's ass, probably because the grooves prevented a solid smack against the skin. The grooves, however, concentrated the force of the blow on the five ridges on the face of the belt. That caused intense pain. Because of the intensity of the pain, even if the whip had made a loud smack when it struck, the noise would have been heard because it would have been drowned out by Becky's yells. Even through the ball gag, her screams were loud, long, and shrill. It was obvious that she was well past pain-pleasure and experiencing true pain-pain. After about ten or fifteen strokes with the terrible, timing belt tawse, Becky began nodding her head rapidly up and down and saying "Ow, ow." At first Kevin thought she was yelling in pain, but then he realized she was trying to say, "Now. Now." "Now what?" he thought. What am I supposed to do now? She was past pain-pleasure and far into pain-pain, what could she need now to complete the rebooting process? Beck thrust her ass higher and higher into the air, almost bouncing on the bed. She was yelling "Ain ex ow. Ain ex ow." Then it clicked. "Pain sex, now." The final thing that was needed to break her and reset her was sex without pleasure. Kevin was not a true sadist. He did not get sexual stimulation from hurting Becky. It was power that turned him on. Inflicting pain was sometimes a part of power, but it was her submitting to him that was his great aphrodisiac. Pain, itself, was not a necessary part of that equation. As he had spanked and whipped and beat her, his prick had remained flaccid. Becky effectively begging him to fuck her brutally in the ass, however, sent a rush of sexual excitement through him that brought him immediately to full size and stiffness. He dropped the whip and crawled up onto the bed between her legs. She wanted pain sex... she needed pain sex, so he wasn't concerned about being gentle. He brutally thrust into her and began pumping. The screams of pain that escaped around the ball gag normally would have caused him to stop immediately, but somehow he knew that she needed - if not wanted - this. So, despite the fact that she was sobbing heavily into the ball gag, he stayed in place on top of her. He continued pumping in and out of her ass while she wailed beneath him for several minutes. Then suddenly, she stiffened and clamped down very tightly on his prick with her asshole. He drove himself deeply inside of her and spurted. Although it felt like she was having an orgasm, he knew that this wasn't an orgasm for her. Becky was obviously in pain, not bliss. After Kevin climaxed, Becky went limp as if completing an orgasm, but she did so suddenly, as a man would, rather than slowly as a woman does. She had not orgasmed, she had broken. Becky now lay quietly on the bed and Kevin lay on top of her with his prick still imbedded in her ass. For many minutes they lay there, both of them breathing heavily. Kevin was unsure of what to do, so he just waited. Finally Becky shook her head back and forth and attempted to say something. He reached up and unstrapped the ball gag. Once it was clear, Becky said softly, "Thank you." Then after a pause she asked, "Please untie me and hold me for a while." Kevin did. She took off her blindfold and pulled the wax from her ears. Then she curled herself up on her side and pushed herself into Kevin as he curled himself around her. After about fifteen minutes, she rolled over to face him, hugged him strongly, and said, "Make love to me." He kissed her deeply and began stroking her breasts. She responded with an intensity she had not had for several months. His touch was lighting fires within her that he had been afraid had been somehow quenched in their recent time together. She thrust herself against him and said in a throaty whisper, "Fuck me. Fuck me now. My pleasure-pleasure is back, and I want to share it with you." Kevin once more was on top of her, but now they were face to face and she was rising to meet each thrust as his prick pumped within her pussy. After several minutes she began shuddering and moaning. As he continued, her moaning became stronger and deeper. Then, as her passion continued to rise, her voice started to become louder and more shrill. They climaxed together, Kevin silently, Becky screaming out a long, loud, guttural cry. They lay spent in each other's arms for a long time. Finally Becky spoke. "I wasn't sure you would understand what I needed," she said. "I still don't understand," Kevin answered, "but I evidently guessed what you needed." "You would have to be a painslut like me to understand." she replied. "My body needs pain as if I were an addict and pain is my drug. But I build up resistance and if things don't restart every so often, I will keep seeking more and more intense pain until I destroy myself and everyone I love. I guess you have to break me once in a while to keep me whole." "You're right, I don't understand " Kevin replied. "But I love you, and if you ever need to be broken again, just ask. I think I will remember what to do." = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = END OF STORY Please remember to vote by clicking on one of the stars at the end of the story. If you really liked it, click 5. If you really hated it, click 1, but please click something. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Break Me Some Of That.... "I had told you one day that you were going to get the surprise of your life. I have watched you switch your butt all around this office. You wear those tight fitting skirts were you couldn't help but let the imagination run amuck while your ass twitched underneath. Your cleavage is always enticing me, wanting me to stroke up against you. I have on occasions bumped up against on purpose just can I can go back into my office and stroke myself into a tizzy and those legs, to have them wrapped around me...well just the thought of it. Oh, don't look shocked, for we both know your interest in it. We had openly talked about it before but you didn't know it was about you and that is what perked my interest in you even more in you. Yes, this is going to happen and it is going to happen today. I have had just about enough of it and I can't stand it anymore. Close the door but don't lock it just make sure it is closed shut." "This is so true we had spoken of it but I didn't think it was something you would venture to do at least not here and not with me. I must say I have thought of you and the thoughts drive me utterly wild. If this is what you want to do and you think it would be safe then fine....just fine with me but I don't want to loose my job behind it." "Not to worry my dear, it might just get you a bonus, one way or another." A smile that came over my face had to tell it all for I was grinning from ear to ear and licking my lips to boot, for I wanted to taste her so badly. The conference desk in my office was the perfect place to do her. Nice cold redwood desk just freshly clean for us to get dirty. I walked over to her and held her close and whispered in her ear to relax. With one hand I had unbuttoned her top to reveal her pink plunging lace bra. The perfume she was wearing was like the scent that you have right after a shower. Her skin tanned smooth skin felt tantalizing to the touch. I felt her quiver underneath my grip which turned me on even more. "Are we going to do it now?" "Right now and right here, any problem with that?" I held her even tighter to feel her full bosom up against me and moved her hair off to the side so I could lick her neck. The scent of her made me wild along with the thoughts of what I was going to do with her......break me off some! I could feel her body tense up so I whispered in her ear. "Sweet baby, relax, I won't let anything happen to you, at least not yet." I could hear a soft sigh come from her and her body getting slightly warmer. Now I knew I was getting to her for sure. I stroked up against her face with my manicured fingers to feel her soft skin under my fingers, stroked her hair back again off her face so I could see all of her, paused and then went down on her lips very easily and careful just to get a little taste of her. Sweet nectar from her lips as my tongue probed her lips to open her mouth and get to her awaiting tongue that I wanted to suck on. I didn't even have to wait long to enjoy her for her tongue was more than willing. She pauses briefly but let herself enjoy what I gather she was curious of too. We twirled, licked, play with the tips of our tongues and it was like eating candy. She tasted just like sweet cherries, and I hadn't even gotten to her cherry yet. I could feel her hands let go of the edge of the desk and play with my tight ass. Just what I was waiting for, a sign that she was more than willing. I kissed her neck, her shoulders as I proceeded to take off her blouse and her bra. Those babies just fell out of that bra showing me that they wanted attention for her nipples were big and so hard. "Do they ache for me?" "Yes....oh yes!" I played with her nipples with one hand as I was undoing her skirt zipper with the other. I pinched her nipples with my thumb and forefinger so hard she moaned. I knew then she was getting wet in her panties for sure. She squirmed out of her skirt and was wearing the cutest lace pink thongs. I knew that ass was bare, for it was just too perfect when she would walk around the office showing no panty lines. I went down on her hard nipples with my mouth as she held my head into place. It was like being nursed by her. She pushed my head closer to her so I could get her real good. I gave her just what she wanted ....I sucked her so hard milk could have come out those babies. Her head fell back and was moaning so hard so I put my fingers in her mouth so she would have something to suck on as I play with her panties pulling them to one side to get to her snatch. "OH, please, take me now. I can't take it anymore you have me so hot I think I am going to cum and you don't even go down on me." "Trust me dear, you will cum when I go down on you and more. Her thong was so wet it would take anytime to make her cum and then she can service me. Her lips were long and thick for I fondled them between my fingers and pinched them together so her clit ready for me. Her knees weaken for I had to place her up on the table on her back. I pushed her legs up and pulled her thighs apart. To see all of that pussy was going to be mine. I could see her white cream showing, glistening and creamy just like whip cream. "Yes, now...please!" I pushed her further on the desk and went down on her with my lips first to kiss her snatch. She held my head in place while my hands went to massaging her breasts. The aroma in the room was most definitely heightening. She was arching her back as I began to lick her probing hard clit. That cherry was ready to pop with open. She smelled delightful between her legs, the scent of lavender, and my favorite. I bit, licked, and placed my third finger in her like it was a cock as I could feel her tighten around my finger. Her moans came harder and more often. I thought she just might pass out but she grounded her pussy on my face making sure I didn't miss a spot. Her clit was out so far that I knew it was going to be time for her to cum. "There, right there oh please let me have it...all of it. I want to cum so bad...please... I will do anything you ask if you just let me have it now." I proceeded to just lick the very tip of her clit and tease it more but her hips rose so high I knew it was just a moment away. She came so hard that is was cream pouring into my mouth and I drank all she had to give as I pinched her nipples hard as she was coming. "Yes, you are the greatest. I have never cum and to have a woman do it to me to made it even more exciting." I pulled her up from the desk and kissed her deep and told her she will be serving me after work. I patted her plump ass, "get dress and get to business for I can't make money this way but if we did we would have a fortune, believe me." "Yes ma'm and thank you for it will be my honored to eat you like you deserve to be eaten, anytime or anywhere." "I will remember that my dear when I want to break me off some! Break-Out Although this story is 'self-contained' it is better if read after its companion piece - 'Research Pays Off' Chapter 1 Jane It's strange looking back over the last fifteen years, almost as though I am remembering someone else's life, a sister's or a close friend's, not my life at all! A steady boy-friend from a good family, a very chaste engagement, social wedding with all the trimmings, faithful, dependable, hard-working husband, lovely home, two children, plenty of friends, active social life - and - frustrated boredom! And, what's even more remarkable, for all that time, I didn't really know that I was either bored, or frustrated! To think that I could spend nearly half my life going along not knowing, nor even thinking that anything was wrong, missing. But then why should I - I had all the things that everyone wants - love, security, family - what more could there be to want? I found out one morning about a year or so ago, a morning that changed the rest of my life! But, to begin at the beginning. I met Mitchell, my husband, at university, where we were both doing Architecture, he very seriously - as he does everything. I had originally wanted to go to Technical College, to study Interior Design and Decorating but my parents and most of my friends said I had to go to University, like everyone else. So there I was, plodding along, finding that I was having quite a lot of difficulty even in the first year. Mitchell sort of came to the rescue - helping me with the Maths and the technical side of the subject. He was nice, good-looking, well-dressed and well-mannered. His people obviously had money and he had come from one of the best schools. My parents thought he was wonderful! So we soon started going around together. He was comfortable to be with, not at all demanding and I suppose that at that time, what with the transition from school to University and having trouble with my subjects, I already had enough things making demands, so someone like Mitchell was all too easy to just go along with. I'd had boy-friends before of course, going out with one in particular right up until I started University - and he had been very demanding! I lost my virginity with him - that's a stupid description, 'lost', I knew exactly what I was doing and loved it! For over a year we had a very active sex-life, for teen-agers that is. But Mitchell wasn't like that. Peter, my previous boy, had his hands all over me whenever we were alone - and often when we weren't, I loved that too! It was really exciting, feeling my body get aroused by his touch, then touching him and watching him get aroused as well - I felt alive, vibrant, whenever we were together. So we seemed to spend half our time planning how and where we could go to so that we could make love - and you can be sure that we made as many opportunities as we could. With Mitchell a kiss and a hug seemed enough, for him! When we first started going out together I guess I expected him to be the same way as Peter had been, I mean you are always hearing that 'men are only after one thing', aren't you - Mitchell wasn't, much to my disappointment! I don't mean he wasn't affectionate, we held hands a lot, loved walking with our arms around each other - I used to like to wedge my fingers down into his back pocket, so I could feel his bum moving under them as we walked. He was a wonderful kisser, soft and lingering and he used to simply thrill me the way he would kiss my eyes, ears and neck, as well as my lips. After we had had a night out and been kissing and hugging in the car, I would get so hot that later I used to have to lie on my bed and masturbate like mad to relieve the pressure - wondering if he was doing the same thing to himself, I liked to think that he was! I began to think that either he was just that much better at controlling the fire, that I felt sure must be burning inside him than I was able to control the one inside me - or that he had some misguided thoughts about respecting my 'honour' Thinking that way, I decided I had better let him know that I wanted him as much as I assumed he wanted me. So one night, after we had been to a party and were parked somewhere, kissing madly - I dropped my hand down into his lap, feeling for the erection that I knew must be there. In fact I was longing to see as well as feel his cock, I suppose in a way I wanted to compare it with Peter's that I had known so well and which had given me so much pleasure. Sure enough, there it was - and it felt good for the brief moment I was allowed to actually hold it. But then he stopped me! He didn't get angry, more hurt than anything else, saying it was difficult enough for him to show his respect for me, without my 'teasing' him like that. I was confused and, I suppose I began to think there was something wrong with me! Anyway, I pushed it to the back of my mind, managing to suppress the urges that continued to rise up inside me and resorted to solitary masturbation when the pressure actually got too much - having to make do with my memories of how Peter had felt inside me. I thought things would be different when we were engaged, we had progressed to talking about marriage by then and there were preparations for a formal engagement, then planning the actual wedding that was to be the following year. Talking and planning, talking and planning - that's all we seemed to do, for an entire year! Don't get me wrong, I was very happy, everything was wonderful, we had none of the problems that other kids at University had - our families were reasonably well-off, there would be an apartment of our own, Mitchell's father would continue his allowance, mine was going to take care of other bills - so we could live very comfortably while we finished our degrees. It was to be a big wedding, honeymoon in Europe, our own car waiting for us when we got back, everything - what more could I want? I know now that what I wanted was for Mitchell to show me he wanted me as much as I needed him - wanted me so much that he would have taken me by force if necessary, or if not, at least let me take him! But it didn't happen and what with all the planning, organising and the million and one things to do, those thoughts gradually got pushed deeper and deeper down and I consoled myself more and more often with the thought, 'when we are married'. But then, the overseas trip, though absolutely marvellous was tiring with the strain of the travel and sight-seeing, then there was a round of parties and family visits when we returned, the apartment to settle into and of course, our studies. Not that we didn't make love, of course we did and it was good - but! Mitchell was attentive, always made sure I was aroused before he entered me, and was prepared to try a few positions other than the 'missionary', at first anyway. But he never seemed to feel the fire that I did and in time I came to believe it really was me that was wrong - so continued to push down those 'nasty' thoughts that continued to pop into my head - although they became less and less frequent as time went by. After he graduated Mitchell joined his father's company, the children arrived, a house was bought, then his parents died and we moved into what had been his family home. Then remodelling the house, which I really did enjoy, kept me busy for another year or so - then normal life, friends, parties, holidays, school for the children, etc., etc. So the years slipped by - and all that time I was, to all appearances, happy Then, that one morning, it all changed! Chapter 2 The Questionnaire It was one of those rare days when I had absolutely nothing planned. No morning coffee or lunch with friends, no tennis, no nothing. It was only after I had got Mitchell off to work and the children to school that I actually realised I had an empty day ahead of me, not even the cleaning lady or the gardener were due. I remember sitting in the kitchen, having a cup of coffee after I had cleared away the breakfast things, sitting wondering just what on earth I was going to do with myself. I wandered about the house for a bit, tidying up here and there and ended up in the bedroom, idly going through the things in my wardrobe and for no particular reason, decided to try on a new outfit I had just bought for myself. It was a new style, that I had seen a couple of my trendier friends wearing, one that reminded me of something I had worn when I was in my mid-teens. A round skirt, with lots of gores, they had been enormous when I was young and we used to wear layers and layers of petticoats under them. The new version was more practical but cut along similar lines, with a very pretty series of bands of embroidery running around it. I had a white, scoop-necked blouse to wear with it, the earlier ones had been very frilly, sort of a 'peasant' style, but the latest were, like the skirt, more simple, more elegant I thought. Standing in front of the mirror, looking at the effect, I found myself thinking back to the girl I had been, and of the summer when I had last worn the previous outfit. I could see the boy's face but at first couldn't remember his name. It had been a disturbing, exciting summer. My first, proper boy-friend. My first, proper kiss. And all the wicked and wonderful things that had followed on from that kiss! 'Jimmy!' I suddenly remembered his name, it was Jimmy! We hadn't had sex, I was still too young and scared for that - but we had done just about everything else. I could still vividly recall the feeling of his fingers touching my still forming breasts and then, later the gentle touch of them high up between my legs, between my thighs. I remembered the strange and exciting feelings his hands had given me - and as the memories returned I let my own hands slip up beneath my skirt, stroking my thighs as Jimmy had done, moving slowly closer to my sex, again, just as Jimmy's had. I remembered too the first time I had been brave enough to reach for his sex, his 'dick'. Of course the school had made sure there was no real mystery about penises and vaginas, we thought we knew all there was to know about what they were, what they did and even the problems they cause for young people. I even knew a couple of girls my own age who had 'done it'. But still, nice girls didn't - and though I wasn't too sure whether I wanted to be 'nice' or not, I was definitely too scared to 'do it'. But I did want to see and touch him the way he touched me and I wanted to make him feel as wonderful as he made me feel when his fingers teased that little bud and sent me off to heaven! We had been swimming most of the afternoon and were lying, resting between some rocks and must have fallen asleep. I woke up to find the sun getting very low in the sky and noticed that just about everyone else had left the beach already. Then, when I looked across at Jimmy, still asleep beside me, I saw from the way his swim-suit bulged, that his cock had become swollen and stiff. I was fascinated! And even more so when I looked more closely and found that was because it was pressing so firmly against it I could actually make out the outline of the head of it through the material. I checked around to be certain that there wasn't anyone around us, then, very tentatively reached over and touched it. It was hard, as I knew it would be, hard and warm. It was now or never I decided! I moved over and lay down close beside him and as I started to kiss him, to wake him up, began to fondle the hard length. He was awake in no time and when he felt what I was doing, helped me, stripping down his swim-suit so I could get my fingers around him properly. I probably wasn't very good that first time, holding him too tightly and not doing much except pump it - but it felt great and I remember how wet I got from finally being able to see it and feel the strength of it. And my over-eager technique couldn't have been too bad because in a very short time he came, shooting his 'jism', as he called it, all over my hands. Having done it once I looked forward to doing it for him whenever I got the chance. I particularly loved getting him aroused when we were out in public, where he had to try to hide the swell of it, then find a hidden corner somewhere where I could get him to shoot off for me. Then the sound of the door-bell brought me back to reality! I pulled myself back out of my day-dream, amazed at how powerful it had been and, very conscious of the still warm dampness between my thighs, straightened my skirt and went down to answer it. At first I thought it was Jimmy - he reminded me so much of him, I'm sure I just stood there like an idiot for a while, thinking to myself - 'Jimmy, grown-up and come back for me!' It wasn't of course, to start with he was younger than Jimmy would have been but he looked as I imagined Jimmy would have at the same age. I couldn't believe the coincidence - fifteen minutes earlier I couldn't even remember his name! The man was talking to me but I missed half of what he said gathering only that he was with a research company, doing a community programme of some sort. He could have been selling plots of land on the moon, I would have still asked him in, as I did. He seemed nice, Grant not Jimmy, was his name, I took him into the kitchen and had him start at the beginning again while I made us some coffee. It was a survey of people's attitudes to a variety of subjects; politics, religion, current affairs, that kind of thing. I still only half listened I'm afraid, I just couldn't get over how much he reminded me of Jimmy. He told me it was a very long questionnaire, taking over an hour and he mentioned something about a secondary, very personal section, about sexual attitudes, that one was purely optional. I agreed to everything, 'Jimmy' could ask me whatever he liked, particularly since for as long as I had been sitting there, close to him, the nice warm feeling between my legs had remained. On any other day there would have been no way I could have sat, answering all the questions he had on his questionnaire, my interest in world affairs, politics and religion is strictly limited and my answers probably demonstrated as such. But I did it because all the time I had a strange feeling that I was somehow waiting for something, for exactly what, I had no idea, but whatever it was it was something I didn't want to miss. Eventually he showed he was coming to the end of the main questionnaire and I noticed that he got quite nervous as he then began on the second part of the survey. He'd been right when he'd said it was 'personal', he started by asking me about when I first kissed a boy, let a boy touch me, when I first touched him. I wanted to say - 'It was you Jimmy, you!' Then he went on and asked me about my first, full sexual encounter - that was Peter, when I was eighteen and I told him how we had gone together for about a year and a half, making love at every opportunity we had, or could create. Just talking about Peter also brought back strong memories. How I used to get wet from just thinking about him - how I could no more keep my hands off him than he could keep his off me - how much I had loved feeling that way. And it made me realise just how long it had been since I had experienced those feelings of real excitement. Then Grant started to ask me about my marriage and how things were between Mitchell and me. As I answered him I realised that I was finally putting into words things that I hadn't even admitted to myself - including just how dissatisfied I was and, had always been with our sex life! It was as though I was pouring out my heart to my long-lost Jimmy. I don't know how long I talked for but the next thing I clearly remember is hearing him speak my name again, after all these years and feeling his hands on my knees as he knelt in front of me. Then he kissed me! Something inside of me broke free - Jimmy-Peter-Grant was kissing me and I was kissing them-him back, hard - it had been so long, so very, very long! Before I realised it, his hands were under my skirt, they felt hot against my skin, moving slowly as they always had done, slowly moving closer and closer and I felt a sudden sweet rush of wetness flowing from me in anticipation. Then the most incredibly wonderful thing happened, after he had got my panties off, he began to kiss me, kiss my sex! Nobody, not Jimmy, not Peter and certainly not Mitchell had ever done that. I couldn't believe how much like heaven it really felt, I wanted him to never stop - but then I went off like a rocket! Afterwards we went upstairs and made love together - and that was even better! I know I made enough noise about it and was grateful that we didn't have a neighbour close enough to hear me. We talked, made love again and then I thought I had better let him go, before the children came home from school. He said he wanted to see me again and the new me certainly wanted a repeat performance. But as my first headlong rush had by then calmed a little I realised that I needed time; time to think through what was happening to me, time to sort out the confused whirl of thoughts in my head, so instead of just saying yes and arranging another time and place, I took his phone number and said I would call him in a day or two. Chapter 3 Choices After he'd gone I tried to understand what had happened and what it all meant, to me and perhaps to Mitchell and my family too. Then I remembered something Grant had said to me - 'Jane, it's never too late. It's always your own life, to do with as you choose. If you need to take a little pleasure for yourself and you can do it without hurting anybody else - why not? 'Why not indeed!' I thought. As I thought more about it I realised that as the years had gone by I must have been pushing my basic, physical needs deeper and ever deeper. Now, like a freshly tapped spring they were gushing up, violently. That night I tried to stir Mitchell, hoping that he might actually have some inner fire that I could perhaps kindle with my rediscovered body. But no - it was hard enough to even tempt him to make love, it was mid-week, he had an important meeting the following day, it was late, he was tired! When I finally I got him half interested and tried to excite him further by taking his penis in my mouth, he nearly had a fit! It was excuse enough for him to forget about sex for that night so as he slept I lay beside him, fingering myself to a less that satisfactory climax while in my head I replayed the events of the day. The following morning, when I had the house to myself I sat and thought seriously about what I was going to do. I knew that Grant was there on the end of the phone - and I also knew that sooner or later I would pick it up, ring and arrange to meet him. But, maybe selfishly, I also felt sure that the one thing I did not want as yet was to get involved in any kind of relationship that might threaten what I already had; children, family, home and security. Rediscovering my old sexual self was one thing, throwing away everything I had devoted my life to up until that point was quite another. As I thought that through I suddenly realised what it was that I actually wanted - just some honest to goodness sex! The real question was, how best to get it with the minimum of risk to my normal life. Of course the simple solution would have been to just pick up the phone and ring Grant, but something held me back from doing that. Maybe it was that I thought that by doing so I might create some kind of commitment, or at least an expectation of one in Grant's mind. A one off event could be put down to a sudden rush of blood, or hormones, or something, but setting up a second might lead to his anticipation of something more in the future. At that stage I was so unsure of the new feelings I was experiencing that the last thing I wanted was to create a complexity that I wasn't ready to deal with. Break-Out So I continued sitting there, quietly considering my options. And then, out of nowhere, I remembered the electrician! A few months earlier we had needed some extra power-points and a local electrician had done the work for us. At the time I'd felt myself react to him - he had strong, craggy looks, not really handsome but definitely sexy, with an especially gorgeous bum - and several times I thought I'd caught him watching me. I decided there and then to, have what I suppose you could call a 'trial run', just to see how well the new Jane could operate and whether or not that was actually what she wanted. I found I was excited at just the prospect, like a kid planning a party. First, to find some work for him to do, then to arrange a free day for myself, then to call to get him to come and look at the job for a quotation - that would give me a chance to check him out again, make sure he was as sexy as my memory said he was. It had to be a job that would take time, definitely more than a single day's work, I wanted him in the house for long enough for me to have enough time to get him 'in the mood', so to speak. He was out when I rang of course, one of those blasted answering machines took my name and number and I took that opportunity to remind him of the previous work he had done for us, hoping that would remind him of who I was. He called back around lunch time and it was very obvious from what he said and more importantly from the way he said it that he had remembered me - and I found that just the sound of his voice gave me a nice tingly feeling. We agreed that he should call round during the afternoon to look the work over - and I smiled to myself as I thought how surprised he would be if he knew that he too was going to be 'looked over' too! As luck would have it he was late and as the children had just arrived home from school when he arrived any thoughts I might have had about testing his reactions to me were out of the question but, as we went from room to room, discussing what I wanted done, I had more than enough time to check my initial reactions to him - and found that that time they were, if anything, even stronger. His bum was even more tempting than I had remembered it, he had dark, curly hair, a lovely, crinkly smile and large, dark brown eyes that almost made me melt when he looked straight into mine. His name, Bill, suited the way I was feeling; basic, no nonsense. More importantly, the chemistry was feeling right and more than once I was tempted to ignore the risks the children posed, but although I tried to make the fact that I found him attractive as obvious as I could, without being too blatant about it, I managed to hold my deeper feelings well in check When I asked him how long he thought the job would take I was pleased to hear him say that it would certainly take more than a day, perhaps two but then he told me that, if I wanted him do it himself he wouldn't be able to start until the middle of the following week, offering to have one of his men get on with it if I needed it done sooner than that. I think I made my disappointment at the delay obvious but said I was prepared to wait - saying I would rather have him do things himself, so I could be sure they were done properly - and wondered if he had any idea that I wasn't referring to the actual work. He rang the quotation through later that evening and after a bit of word play, we arranged for him to begin the job the following Wednesday, a day I knew I could clear of the tentative plans I already had and, even more importantly, when I knew nobody else was due to be around the house. The days seemed to drag by and the week-end was particularly difficult to get through, the only thing that kept me going was doing some shopping for myself, to make me look as good as possible for the debut of the 'new me' - that and my thoughts about what might actually happen, what he might do to me, what I might do to him! I'm sure Mitchell and the kids thought I had gone a bit crazy, the way I simply bundled them all out of the house on the Wednesday morning. After they'd finally gone I raced through the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen then went upstairs to tidy the bed-room but, having put Mitchell's things away I decided to actually leave the bed unmade, thinking that would make what I hoped would happen there later seem to have been more spontaneous. Then a quick shower, fix my hair and get dressed. I'd bought an outrageous bra and panty set for myself, the material, what little there was of it was flame-red in colour and virtually transparent! Over that I wore a short flared skirt and the blouse I had worn the day Grant had called, 'just for luck' I thought. I had only just finished getting ready, when the door-bell rang. Chapter 4 Bill Men just can't hide their reactions as well as a woman can and it was perfectly obvious from that very first moment that Bill liked what he saw when I opened the door. And so did I. Being summer he was wearing shorts that showed off the well-muscled length of his thighs, and stretched tightly across the delicious cheeks of his bum. A short-sleeved shirt left his strong arms exposed; their dark hairs were finer, straighter than the thick curls on his head and even in those first few seconds I found my thoughts wandering, wondering if his pubic hair would be like that on his head, or his arms; thick and curly or fine and straight? I couldn't wait to find out! We went through the house together, Bill explaining how he intended going about the job and I made sure that when we went upstairs, I went ahead of him, sensing his eyes looking up under my skirt, wondering just how far he could see, and hoping he liked what he saw. I let him get started but found it hard to concentrate on anything, I fiddled with one unnecessary chore after another, and found that the tingling that I had been feeling since I began to get myself ready for his arrival was still growing steadily. My hands trembled, my breasts felt tight, swollen, my nipples were incredibly sensitive and I felt a hot, flush deep inside the core of my sex, a sensation that as time passed, seemed to be spreading right through the rest of my body. But, in spite of the tension I was feeling I had to admire the way Bill went about his work, methodically and efficiently and, when I stopped by him briefly from time to time I noticed the dexterity with which his big, strong hands and fingers managed the fiddly wires and tiny screws - and hoped that soon I'd feel them handling me in the same way. After he had been working for a couple of hours I put some coffee on and went to ask him if he would like to join me for his break. I knew he was somewhere in the space under the stairs, using one of those powerful portable lights to see what he was doing and as I turned the corner found myself blinded for a few seconds by its beam, shining straight up into my eyes. When they had adjusted to its glare I saw he was staring straight up and that because he was lying on his back with his head immediately below me, he could probably see up under my skirt - and wondered if he could see right up my legs, maybe even catch a glimpse of my exotic panties. Neither of us moved and each knew what the other was doing - he knew I was displaying myself for him, I knew he was taking full advantage of my display. For several, very long seconds neither said a word, as though we were each waiting for the other to confirm the actual thoughts going on in our minds. I finally broke the tension filled silence. 'I came to offer you some coffee Bill - but from the expression on your face I'm now not so sure that coffee is what you actually want!' I thought I saw him actually blush, but then he grinned, rolled out from where he had been working and got to his feet, brushing the dust from his shorts. 'Coffee would be fine - but if you mean what I think you mean, that would be even better.' He stood in front of me, his body almost touching mine, looking down, deep into my eyes, looking for confirmation of what he thought I was offering. He must have found it because then I felt his arms come around me, felt their strength as he pulled me close to him. I was surprised at how tender his first kiss was and how it contrasted with the masculine strength of the rest of his body as we pressed hard against each other. But very quickly, as I felt the pressure of the rising swell of his cock against my thigh, his kiss also expressed his quickly growing desire. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, finding his and we continued on and on, hands roaming over each other's body and I felt my quickly growing, deep-seated need for him rising even faster as his hands squeezed and fondled various parts of me and the pressure of his hardness grew longer, stronger against me. I broke from his arms, breathless. 'Upstairs?' he asked. I just nodded, grabbed his hand and almost pulled him after me. I had only gone up two or three stairs when I felt his other hand up under my skirt, firmly cupping one cheek and tensed at his touch, slowing my steps to prolong the pleasures he aroused in me. 'You have a beautiful arse.' he said as his fingers explored me, one probing the cleft between the cheeks and I heard a catch in his voice as he added. 'I can't wait to see the rest of you.' 'You will, you will!' I replied as I reached the top stair, then led him into the bed-room. 'I'm a bit grubby, would you like me to shower?' he asked. The expression on his face made him look like a little boy, standing in front of a table loaded with irresistible goodies, knowing he is supposed to wash before he eats. But looking down at the rest of him made it very obvious he was no little boy! The bulge in the front of his shorts was so pronounced I thought it must be starting to get painful and as I stepped forward and began to fumble with his zip, answered. 'Later Bill, later.' Together we undressed each other, 'stripped', I should say - our movements were so clumsy, feverish - but when I was down to just my skimpy bra and pants and he was to just his underpants I stepped back, to get a proper look at all of him. I liked what I saw, broad, powerful shoulders, a leanly muscled chest, a taut, flat stomach and below that the excitement of his bulging briefs. It was obvious that he too was enjoying what he was seeing; his eyes roamed slowly over every inch of me, pausing at my breasts - I could feel the tight erectness of my nipples and knew he could clearly see them through the thin material - then dropped lower, to where the dark shadow of my fleece would also be visible to him. I admit that after a cursory inspection of all of him, my eyes were riveted on the mass that bulged so excitingly, I could clearly see the shape of his cock and, at its tip, a dark patch of dampness staining the cotton, making me even more excited, knowing that his body was already reacting so powerfully to me. There wasn't a sound, as though each of us was holding our breath, waiting for some sign or signal before moving to the next step, which would lead inexorably to the bed just behind me. I reached up and unfastened my bra, then watched him and saw him nod appreciatively, his eyes meeting mine briefly and that lovely, crinkly smile appearing. Encouraged, I began to ease my panties down over my hips. They were so brief and transparent that I didn't honestly think there would be any dramatic reaction from him when I took them off - perhaps it was the fact that I was now standing in front of him totally naked, offering myself to him unrestrainedly. Whatever the thoughts in his head, the effect on him was nice for me! Even though constrained by his pants I clearly saw his cock jerk violently and noticed that the dark stain grew both larger and darker as his body reacted to his increased excitement. At the same time I heard him make a low gasp as the breath he had been holding escaped from his lungs. When I saw that he was about to move towards me I stopped him with my voice. 'First, I want to see you too Bill!' He mentally shook himself, his eyes still staring unblinkingly at me. Then it was my turn to gape as he literally unhooked his briefs from the rod-like thing inside them and stripped them off. He stood there, his cock rearing almost vertically, quivering with its tension, its head a glossy, swollen bulb, purple and sticky from those earlier drops of pre-cum. It was so proud, so angry looking! In spite of the sudden need that gripped the heart of me I found myself making a quick comparison of Bill's cock with those of both Grant and Mitchell. It was shorter but much thicker than Grant's and somehow looked much more 'primitive' was the word that flashed into my mind, than Mitchell's. At the same time I noticed with satisfaction that the pubic hair surrounding it was like that on his head, thickly curling. Then he moved, our eyes finally met and locked and I saw in his exactly the same need as I knew he could see in mine. His arms simply enveloped me, his cock jammed up between us, felt hot against my skin and, as we both responded to the fires within ourselves, our lips bruised each other's. He moved me backwards, to the bed and as I lay, bending and spreading my legs for him, I saw his eyes probing deep into my inviting sex, then he was over me. I reached up and for the first time, touched the amazing hardness of him, thrilling at the feel of its strength and power. But, needing it inside me, I guided it home, moaning as it filled me, more fully than I could ever remember. Reaching around him I gripped the hard curve of his bum cheeks, my nails biting into his flesh as I urged him to push it still deeper into me. He moved slowly at first, long, strong strokes that opened me up completely, stretching me wide with the mass of his thickness. My hips lifting to meet him, welcoming the hot hardness and, each time it began to slowly withdraw, my body trying, unsuccessfully to grip it, becoming aware of the increasing slipperiness of his shaft as my own wetness coated it each time he drove it back down into me. I heard Bill groaning with pleasure each time he plunged into me and gradually, as his urgency increased, his strokes began to become faster, even deeper. Lifting my head I looked down the length of my body and watched as his thick column pounded ever faster in and out of me, the mere sight of it increasing further the rapidly rising pressure of the climax I felt building deep inside myself. Then suddenly, that pressure became unbearable and a wave of pleasure swept through my entire body, lifting me high with its force and I heard myself wailing at its intensity as I gave myself up to the orgasm and as Bill's continued hammering into me just went on and on. I screamed and clung desperately to him and when I was sure that my body could take no more, felt his cock swelling to an even greater size, threatening to split me, then his guttural cry as he drove it still harder, deeper into my depths. And then it finally exploded - and, I watched his face contorting with the force of it, felt his body convulsing at the obvious power of a climax that, as he continued to ride me, had to be pumping me full of his thick, sticky semen. When he was finally done he collapsed on to me and I thrilled at the crushing weight of him, feeling the combined beating of our still racing hearts, hearing the rasping gasps of our breathing. Then when he at last rolled to one side I curled myself up and moved down to where his now limp cock shone stickily with the mixture of fluids that coated it. Taking it between my lips I licked the stuff from it, feeling it twitch as I sucked the last drops, imagining the thrills I could give him if it were hard again. Bill tousled my hair and sighed deeply as I repeated the same process with his balls that now hung loosely below, the coarse, curly hair tickling my nose, the musky smell of us filling my nostrils. When I was satisfied he was clean - and I had been unable to rouse him again, I lay close beside him, kissing him, running my hands over his muscled but now relaxing body. 'You were wonderful Bill, so very strong! Now, rest a while, I'll have a quick shower then make some fresh coffee while you have yours.' He mumbled something in reply and, after another quick kiss I headed for the bath-room. We had coffee and toast together, in the bed-room, sitting on the bed, touching, kissing each other between eating and drinking. I had for some reason slipped on a light robe but Bill was still, unashamedly naked and having him there, like that was in itself a real turn-on for me. As I munched the crunchy toast, watching him watching me I visualised his cock, as I had seen it earlier, proudly, angrily erect - imagined it now standing, rearing insolently from between his sprawled thighs. Bill's eyes were fixed on me too and though I couldn't know what was in his mind I saw them, watchful for the occasional glimpse of my breasts, as I reached forward for a slice of toast or of my thighs, when I moved to a more comfortable position. We talked of course and he told me how much he had been attracted to me when he came to do the previous work and how pleased he was to get another chance to see me - never imagining what that call would lead to. He went on to say that at first he thought I was 'teasing' him, as apparently many women did, getting some kind of cheap thrill out of it, never having any intention of letting it go anywhere, that they were the first to cry 'rape' if a man made any kind of move. Assuring me that any man who did work around houses where there were married women at home alone, would confirm what he was saying - whether the women were sixteen or sixty! He said it had been like some kind of dream, the way everything had happened, so quickly. Then he wanted to know everything about me - but I was careful - saying just that I had been attracted to him on his previous visit and automatically thought of him when this, new work had needed to be done - but couldn't honestly explain what had come over me, just a kind of powerful urge that in some way seemed to, take over - and left it at that. After we had eaten and Bill had showered he went back to work, leaving me with nothing particular to do and an ache that I knew I was going to have to get him to satisfy before the end of the day. I put the skirt and blouse back on but left off the underwear, when the opportunity arose I wanted to be dressed to take advantage of it straight away! Bill worked hard and though I tried several times to distract him by flouncing past, hoping he would notice and be stirred by my availability, he seemed to be either blind or immune. Though that part of me wanted nothing more than for him to lay down his tools - and lay me with his tool instead, another part of me appreciated the professionalism that he showed in getting done the work he was being paid for. Lunch time went by and as he still hadn't stopped I decided to make some sandwiches for us. I had the radio on so didn't hear him come into the kitchen. Just felt his arms coming around me, his hand enclosing one of my breasts, then his mouth against the side of my neck and his body pressing hard up against my arse. 'Good enough to eat!' he said in a husky voice. 'I presume you are talking about the sandwiches - you don't seem to be interested in me any more!' 'You mean because I didn't leap up and rape the 'flasher'?' 'You actually noticed?' I asked, in mock surprise. 'It would have been difficult to miss wouldn't it, and to be honest, once or twice I came very, very close!' 'What stopped you?' I asked with a grin 'Your husband actually. I thought you might have problems if he came home tonight and couldn't see very much that had been done. As it is I've worked bloody hard and already done virtually a normal, full day's work.' Break-Out 'I wondered if that was what you were doing.' I said softly. 'And though part of me appreciated your reasons - other parts wished you hadn't been so virtuous!' 'I don't think 'virtuousness' had anything to do with it.' he said as his arms squeezed me even tighter and I felt the strong hardness of his cock pressing against the back of my legs. 'But, to get back to where this conversation started - 'good enough to eat!' - and to clarify a point, I meant you, not the sandwiches!' With that he turned me around, slipped his hands up under my skirt, lifted me and sat my bare bottom beside the plate of sandwiches on the bench-top. Then, squatting down in front of me, he spread my legs and began to slowly lick and suck my tingling pussy. I couldn't believe it! All my adult life I had wanted a man who was prepared to do for me what I was more than happy to do for him - to suck me off. In all my life it had happened to me only twice - twice within the last two weeks! First Grant and now Bill, it was fantastic, unbelievable! But, as I had spent so many frustrating nights over so many years having to resort to quietly fingering myself as I lay alongside Mitchell, I leaned back and simply lapped-up what he was doing for me. Grant had reminded me of Jimmy, his approach to me had been a little nervous, his love-making, sensitive and very giving, which had been wonderful. Bill was much more confidant, and more demanding. Whereas Grant had aroused me slowly by first kissing and licking my thighs and all around my pussy-lips, Bill was more direct, his tongue going straight for my clit. Within a matter of minutes he had me squirming, moaning loudly and wondering how I had ever managed to live through all those years without knowing the pleasure a man's tongue could give me. A few minutes later, as I went into an uncontrollably intense climax, I was embarrassed by the volume of fluid I felt flowing out of me, but he seemed to relish it, licking and sucking every single drop. Then, while I was still overwhelmed by the force of my orgasm, he slipped me down from the bench, turned me around and bent me forward over it. Somehow, while his mouth and tongue had been busy with my clit, he must have slipped off his shorts and underpants because as he bent my still spasming body forwards I felt his jerking cock brushing against the back of my legs. Then, as one hand reached around and began to fondle my breasts the other eased my legs further apart, and I groaned with anticipated pleasure as I felt the hard length of it being pushed between my slippery thighs. But instead of what I expected him to do he angled his cock so the shaft lodged itself between my pussy-lips, and then, as both hands fondled and squeezed my breasts, he began to move the hot hardness of it slowly backwards and forwards. I had never felt anything like the sensations that produced and for the next few minutes I thought I was in heaven. In addition to the thrills I was getting from the length of his cock as it slid back and forth between my pussy-lips, the head was generating even stronger ones each time it brushed against my inflamed and by then super-sensitive clit, and on top of all that was what his hands were doing to my breasts. The waves of pleasure from my climax had started to taper off a bit but they immediately returned to full strength, rolling through me like an ocean swell rolling beneath a ship, each one lifting me a little higher than the last. At any other time I would probably have been delighted to have him continue doing what he was for as long as he could, but after what his tongue had done to me what I really needed was his cock inside me. But from the unhurried way he was going I felt sure he had decided to simply drive me mad with frustrated pleasure. So, when I simply couldn't stand it any longer I took things into my own hands, pushing myself a bit further away from the bench and reaching down between my legs for his cock. It felt hot, and hard, rock-hard and as he felt my fingers close around it he gave a low grunt, then gave a much sharper, deeper one when, on his next forward push, he found himself slipping up between my pussy-lips. Even though his movements had been very controlled I could tell from both the feel and the sheer size of his cock just how excited he had got, and had a momentary concern about being able to take all of it. But what he had been doing had got me so aroused that my pussy must have been gaping and simply dripping with lubricant because with one thrust he drove it right up into the heart of me. Although it felt as though I was being split wide open, it was fantastic! The sensations must have been equally good for Bill too because once inside his actions suddenly became more urgent, thrusting powerfully. And that was just what I had been craving, what I needed to take me to the next level of excitement. The waves of pleasure that had been rolling through me became stronger, more intense and I lifted my arse, forcing his cock even deeper. 'Oh shit! he cried, then increased both the speed and force of his thrusts, and I heard myself gasping each time he rammed it home, feeling his balls slapping hard against the backs of my thighs. I took perhaps a couple of dozen of those massive strokes before I felt the contractions starting again, my pussy tightening, trying to get a grip of the pistoning mass. As he powered on the sensations that began to course through me were far more intense than what I'd felt before, flooding my brain, taking over both my actions and reactions, leaving me completely powerless. I felt that every other part of me was being dissolved away, until there was nothing left but my cunt. And that was just a fiery void, a void that needed to be filled, filled with his cock, and the fire quenched with his jism. It was as though his body somehow understood my increasingly desperate need because even as the thought flashed through my mind I felt the bloated mass inside me pulsing, then heard him give a deep throated grunt as it finally exploded. A loud shriek broke from my throat as the first load blasted into me, then it was my turn to grunt as his cock fired again, and again, and again, splattering the deepest parts of my cunt with his hot, sticky semen. Once he'd come I expected him to stop, or at least to slow down, but to my amazement he didn't. His cock remained rock-hard and his movements just as forceful. I had read that some men, if sufficiently excited, could achieve consecutive climaxes, but in my wildest fantasies I had never imagined I might be on the receiving end. As his rhythmic thrusting continued I felt myself drifting, then, as I was treated to a series of mini-climaxes, slipping into a dreamy state of pure rapture. I imagined I was in a place designed for women like myself, women who had been frustrated for many, many years. The place was equipped with all sorts of marvellous devices, and I was actually being serviced by one of their wonderful fucking machines. An enormous amount of money had been spent on the design of these machines, much of it in developing the key component. The money hadn't been wasted, the thing not only looked like the most impressive cock any woman had ever seen, even more importantly, it felt like one. It not only had the feel and warmth of real flesh, once in action the thing throbbed, jerked and pulsed like the most potent of cocks. But, unlike a man, the machine was tireless, and once set at the desired speed, thrust its cock-like appendage back and forth relentlessly. Women had been known to pass out from the number of orgasms they had given themselves, some even ending up in hospital suffering from dehydration, their pussies raw and bleeding. But all of the women had one thing in common, the blissfully transcendental smile on their faces. I don't know how long I remained in that satisfying, trance-like state, my body virtually liquefied by the continuous waves of ecstasy. But eventually my reverie was broken by the sound of his voice, but it sounded as though he was speaking from far, far away and it took all my will-power to drag myself back from wherever it was I had been transported to. 'I'm sorry Bill, what did you say?' 'I said, you're too wet. I want to come again, but can't, my cock's just slipping in and out, there's no friction. O.K. for me to use the other route? ' It took me a few seconds to work out what he meant, then I realised what had happened. My pussy had been drenched by my own copious, almost continuous excretions, and added to that were his own, earlier massive gouts of semen, so it wasn't surprising that my cunt felt more like a swamp And I guessed what he meant by 'the other route' - he meant, up my arse! That was another thing I hadn't experienced before, and wasn't a hundred percent sure that I wanted to. But then I thought, why not, and trying to sound more assured and confident than I felt, answered. 'Of course Bill.' 'It'll be better if you get down on your hands and knees Jane.' he whispered gruffly, pulling his cock out of my pussy and moving me away from the bench. He knelt behind me and I felt his hand between my legs, his fingers slipping up and down between my pussy and my anus. At first I didn't understand what he was doing but then I realised he was using the secretions to lubricate my back entrance. Then I felt his thumb probing between the tightly gripping muscles, and wasn't sure whether what I was feeling was discomfort or excitement. But when he tried to replace it with his cock-head I felt myself tensing up and he grunted as he tried again and again to get it into me. 'You'll have to relax Jane. You're too tense. Just let go, I won't hurt you.' I tried to do as he asked but it was just no good and I began to get angry with myself for being such a fool. Then he backed further away and for a moment I thought he was giving up on me - but, when I felt his tongue licking and probing at me I knew he was determined to get into me that way and tried again to let my body relax and enjoy. I don't know whether I actually managed to let myself go limp or whether it was the extraordinarily exciting sensations his tongue sent through me as it licked and probed my arse. But after only a minute or two I again felt him push his thumb into me, and realised just how easily he had been able to do it that time. So did Bill, and after only a few deep strokes I felt his cock-head nudging at me, and using his hands to hold my bum cheeks apart, when he pushed forward, I felt it slip in. Once through the tight circle of muscle he pushed harder, forcing it into the dark, greasy tunnel, and I heard him give a low groan of pleasure as it slid inside. I felt my body stretching open for him, the hard mass triggering strange, yet powerful sensations is it pushed deeper and deeper. And although I was starting to wonder if I could in fact take much more of it, I was at the same time a bit disappointed when I felt his balls pressing against the back of my thighs, and realised I had in fact already taken all of him. It was an amazing sensation, similar to, and yet completely different from the wonderfully full feeling of having a big hard cock jammed up inside my pussy, and the feelings got even stronger as he began to move it slowly back and forth. But I could tell from the short, almost tentative strokes he was using that he was really concerned about not hurting me and not wanting either of us to miss out on the maximum pleasure I turned my head and said. 'Don't worry about hurting me Bill, it feels fantastic!' 'Oh good. I was a bit worried. I can't begin to tell how incredible it feels for me Jane. You're so tight, like a second skin, I don't think I'm going to be able to last very long this time.' 'Don't worry about that either - let yourself go - just use me!' And that's pretty much what happened. His hands took a much stronger grip of my hips and he began to rhythmically drive in and out, sending wave after wave of those incredible feelings coursing through me. I would never have imagined it was possible to get so much physical pleasure that way, it was quite different to what I got from a normal fuck, different and in some ways even stronger. I found myself wishing that somehow I could see behind myself, see his cock pistoning in and out, watch the length of it disappearing up inside my arse. But even as I tried to picture that image I heard Bill start a deep, animal-like growl, a sound that got louder as his strokes got faster and even more powerful. Much to my own surprise, as I felt him getting closer and closer to his climax, I felt yet another starting to well up from deep inside me. Then, just as I began gasping for breath, I felt his white-hot cock pulsing, then was sure I could actually feel the mass of semen being pumped up through the shaft. The force behind that first load was simply explosive, searing the lining of the narrow tube. Then, even through the haze of the onset of my own orgasm, I felt Bill's body erupting again and again, his pounding cock spouting, emptying itself in the depths of my bowels. Chapter 5 Another view But even as we heaved against each other, gasping, muttering unintelligibly, rutting like wild things, somehow it seemed as though I was suddenly removed from my own body, just as I had wished I could be. I seemed to be suspended high above, looking down at us. I could see myself, my arms stretched far out in front of me, my hands scrabbling, trying to get a grip of the smooth tiles, my head twisted sideways, my cheek pressed hard down against them. My legs spread wide, my arse lifted high, and every muscle in my body flexing. Behind me, sweating profusely, Bill. His head tilted back, his eyes clenched tightly shut, his face contorted by the power of his continuing eruptions. My eyes took in all that in just a fraction of a second, it was his cock I really wanted to see! And there it was, impossibly thick, the veins standing out like cords, the entire length of it glistening with the mixture of my pussy juice and the white froth of his own semen. It flashed in and out of my wide stretched arse-hole like the piston of a machine, like the machine I had conjured up just a few minutes earlier, a fucking-machine! But before I had time to really enjoy the sight I found I was back in my own body again, feeling both the cold hardness of the floor and the swirling flood of pleasures that coursed through me as Bill's cock continued thrusting long after it had pumped the last of his semen into me. When we were both finally done with each other we collapsed and Bill lay heavily on top of me, his shrinking cock still plugged inside my arse, until we had regained our breath and our wildly beating hearts had slowed to a more normal pace. After a quick clean-up we finally got around to the sandwiches I had made earlier, and having eaten those he wanted to eat me again and I was more than happy to take as much licking and sucking as he wanted to give me. Although he'd said that his orgasm had been so draining that he didn't think he was capable of achieving another, when his mouth and tongue finally got tired I used mine on his cock, and showed him how wrong he'd been. I lost count of the orgasms I had that day, but it was certainly far more than I would have even hoped to experience in six months with Mitchell. That's how it began - Grant, then Bill! Of course having tasted the sweetness of illicit sex I did ring Grant and then continued seeing them both whenever I could make the time available, and once motivated I was amazed at just how much of that I could find. And from the enthusiastic response I got whenever I called either one it was obvious that they were more than happy with what they were getting from me, so much so that there was more than one day when I had sex with both. The first of those was the day when Bill dropped by unexpectedly when I had already arranged to meet Grant. He grinned and said he was there to fix my fuse, and within a few minutes his hands were sending electric shocks coursing through me. Once he was in the house it was always difficult to get him to leave and when he had there wasn't time for anything more than a quick tidy-up before I had to leave to meet Grant at his place. So my pussy was actually still stickily full of Bill's semen when Grant pumped his own into me. On my way home I was surprised to realise that I was getting quite a kick out of the thought of having two lots inside me at the same time. Then found myself giggling as I imagined the tiny sperm thrashing around inside my cunt, perhaps battling with each other. However, the discovery of that rather perverse side of my sexuality gave me the nerve to do it again, and the next chance I got I purposely arranged things so I met one just an hour or two after I had been with the other. It was then that I found my excitement was actually heightened twice over; once during the first bout, while anticipating the one that was still to come, and again, during the second, while partially re-living the first. And then to top all that off, on the way home again I also got that strange, lingering thrill from knowing what I'd just done. One of the great things about having them as lovers was the difference between them. Grant was more sensitive, always attentive, constantly checking that my needs were being met. With him I found I could be quite experimental, trying different activities and positions. But Bill's needs were far more basic and that, coupled with his sexual self-assurance, made him much more forceful. Once I'd recognised that difference and knew I could always rely on Bill for a very thorough fucking, I spent quite a lot of time thinking up things to try when I was with Grant It didn't take me long to find out that in some ways his special preferences mirrored what he was always more than happy to do for me; he loved me taking my time with him, mildly teasing him, alternately arousing him, then delaying things. The longer I could keep it going the better he liked it, and as the force of his, and therefore also my eventual satisfaction seemed to be in direct proportion to the time involved, I didn't mind spending a fair bit of however much we had together. What he liked best was for me to get his cock erect then spend a few minutes working on it, until it was really throbbing and he was right on the brink of coming. Then for me to stop, and for us to get into the classic sixty-nine position. He was happy to give me as many orgasms as I could take so long as I kept my stroking, licking and sucking of his cock intermittent, keep him aroused, but not get him off. He could keep going like that for ages, sometimes over an hour. The longer it was the more explosive his eventual climax, and as that was usually with me sitting on top of him so I got yet another of my own, it was well worth the wait for me too. Bill also enjoyed licking and sucking my pussy, but whereas Grant needed encouragement to try fucking my arse, once he'd found I liked it, Bill couldn't get enough of having me that way. After the initial difficulties we'd had the first time I always made sure I had a tube of lubricant handy when I was seeing him, and with that, and the knowledge of how good it could feel, we never had that problem again. But even when he knew I had the lubricant with me he nearly always made sure I'd had at least one orgasm before getting me into position. That was usually by going down on me, but sometimes he just used his fingers, and then he'd also make sure his cock was slick by spending a couple of minutes fucking my pussy. But there was one unforgettable day when he did neither of those things. Although my new sex life took up much of the time I'd previously had to fill with social activities I had of course had to keep up some of them, and a weekly game of tennis was one. There were about a dozen of us in the group and although there was a hard core of dedicated players who set aside a full afternoon for the game, the rest of us came and left depending on what other demands there were on our time. To accommodate that we had developed a method of playing we called 'minding the baby'. While the uncommitted women played proper singles or doubles, the rest of us rotated through a more informal game of doubles, each woman playing as many games as she had time for, then letting another take over. Break-Out We were more than half way through a set when I first spotted his truck parked alongside the court, so I had no idea how long he'd actually been watching us. The idea that he knew where and when I played made me tense-up and I lost the next couple of points through quite silly mistakes. But then I remembered I had actually told him about my weekly game and having realised how ridiculous I had been, was glad I was wearing my new outfit. As seems to happen when women do things together, some rivalry had developed about what we each wore. When we first started playing we had all bought quite ordinary outfits in plain white. Then a few had started copying the international stars, and quite soon we were wearing either coloured dresses or shorts and quite dramatic tops. I had of course gone along with the various shifting fashions but when I'd bought my latest outfit I had for some reason, gone for something that although in some ways was much more conventional, it was also really very sexy. It was a dress and matching panty set, white with pink trim. The bodice of the dress fitted very tightly, supposedly providing additional support for the breasts during play, but the designer had also made sure that both the cut and trim enhanced and accentuated their shape. The skirt was pleated, made up of lots of tiny ones, and was very short, barely reaching down to the crease between bottom and thigh. Like the bodice, and as if to emphasise its brevity, the hem was also edged with pink. I'd fallen in love with the outfit when I first tried it on and stood looking at myself in the shop's mirror. It was only when I did a quick turn around that I realised that the moment I did that my bottom flashed into view, and although I never imagined he'd actually see me in it, the thought occurred to me that it would certainly appeal to a man like Bill. But there he was, watching me, and in between shots I found myself wondered just how strongly my display was affecting him. At the end of the set I collected my bag, made my excuses and, with a quite different set of balls in mind, left the rest of them to finish the game. The question in my mind about how he'd reacted to the sight of me was soon answered. When he saw me walking towards him he got out of the truck, and even from a distance I could see the solid, upward pointing bulge in the front of his shorts. The sight of it, coupled with the thought that I had brought on the obviously massive erection, was exciting and as I closed the distance between us I felt my pussy tingling, moistening. 'Hi Bill. Have you been here long?' I asked 'Long enough.' he replied, pausing for a moment while his eyes slowly ran up and down my body, then said. 'I'm surprised gear like that is legal.' 'I can see that you like it.' I replied, smiling up at him as I gently pressed the back of my hand against the bulge. 'You have a fantastic figure and that dress accentuates every single curve.' he said, then added in a lower, gruffer voice. 'But it's what it does for the most exciting arse I've ever seen that's got me in this state.' 'And what state is that Bill?' I asked in feigned innocence, at the same time feeling his cock surge as I pressed my hand just a little more firmly against it. He looked up and around us, as though desperately searching for something, then grinned, took my hand and tugged me round to the passenger side of the truck. Opening the door, he said. 'Get in and I'll show you!' 'Where are we going?' I asked as he started the engine. 'Down there, past the football fields.' Beyond the tennis courts were several football fields, and beyond them, separating the sports ground from the main highway, a row of trees and thick bushes. 'And then?' 'And then I'm going to fuck that gorgeous arse, fuck it like its never been fucked before.' He didn't say another word, leaving me time to think about what was causing the enormous bulge in his shorts, and what he had said he was going to do with it. The memory of what it felt like to have his hot, hard cock up inside my arse came flooding back, and that, plus the unplanned and unexpected nature of the situation made me squirm with excitement. I felt my pussy pulsing as juices flowed and realised the crotch of my new panties was already so wet they were sticking to me. He drove quickly down to the end of the sports ground and parked alongside the trees and bushes. 'We should be safe from prying eyes. But we can't do it in here, and you had better come around to this side of the truck.' he said as he got out and immediately began undoing his shorts. I was already trembling with anticipation and as I got down and walked around the truck I found my legs had become as wobbly as jelly. At some other time I might have found the sight of him standing out in the open without shorts and underpants, but still with shirt, shoes and socks on, faintly amusing. But there was nothing amusing about either the look on his face, or the state of his cock. Even recognising that my outfit was designed to be sexy, it was still difficult to accept that he had got as aroused as he obviously had while watching me play a few games of tennis. His expression was one of almost grim determination, his mouth set, his eyes staring at my body as though they were stripping away what little I had on. But after a brief glance at his face it was his cock that demanded my full attention. It looked even bigger than usual, rearing almost vertically, quiveringly twitching and jerking, and the bloated head was already an angry, reddish purple colour, its surface smeared with traces of the pre-cum that I could see still oozing from the tip. 'I didn't think any woman could do this to me.' he said gruffly as he moved towards me. 'Right this minute I'm so wound-up I think I'm capable of rape.' he paused for a moment, then, his eyes finally meeting mine, he added. ' But that won't be necessary, you want this as much as I do, don't you.' I just nodded as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, pulled down and stepped out of them. Then, taking one long, last look at what I was going to have rammed up into my arse, I turned around and as I lay forward over the bonnet of his truck, felt pussy-juice trickling down the insides of my thighs. I knew that the skirt was so short that as I bent forward it rode up leaving my bottom completely uncovered, and he gave a low groan when confronted with what he'd up to then only been imagining. 'Shit, you really do have the most fuckable arse I've ever seen Jane!' he said hoarsely. A moment later his hands touched me and I felt shivers running up and down my spine as they began stroking the cheeks. The shivers turned to more powerful tremors when a few moments later he slid his fingers down into the crack, spreading them, and then I felt the head of his cock pushing in between them. I realised that unlike previous times we'd done it, this time he wasn't going to fuck my pussy first. So, as I lifted my arse higher and tried to relax, I slipped one hand up between my legs, sliding two fingers up into my pussy and teasing the already stiffened clit with my thumb. Even without the lubrication we normally used the combination of his lustful determination and my growing expertise at taking it that way resulted in his having little trouble in gaining access. He used a short, sharp jab to get the head in, then with a single, much stronger thrust he pushed the rest of his rock-hard cock into me. The physical sensations were fantastic but knowing that he had got so desperate from just watching me somehow made it even more exhilarating. What he had said just a few minutes earlier suddenly came back to me - 'I'm so wound-up I think I'm capable of rape!' - and I realised I wanted to know what it felt like to be ravished. 'Fuck my arse! Fuck it hard!' I heard myself demanding in a shrill, almost plaintively needy voice. Bill said nothing but I felt his hands tighten their grip of my hips and without any of his usual caressing preamble he started thrusting in and out, his cock ploughing deeper with each stroke, his balls slapping noisily against the cheeks of my bottom. The uncharacteristically urgent way he had started made it feel as though he hadn't had sex for months, and the force and power of his actions were so strong I was pinned hard up against the truck. Unlike the other time, when I'd imagined he was some sort of machine designed for my pleasure, this time I knew I was one for his. Right then I felt sure I could have been anybody, or anything, to him I was just an available piece of flesh he could ram his over-inflamed cock into, would in time be no more than just a receptacle for his churning semen. Strange though it may seem, right then I found that thought incredibly exciting and I increased the intensity of what my fingers were doing to my clit as I tried to imagine the sight of us. In my mind's eye seeing us both responding to our purely primitive instincts, looking more like wild creatures than two supposedly civilised human beings. My body virtually spread-eagled down over the bonnet of the truck, and Frank's jammed hard up behind me. Sweat dripping from his face as his powerful muscles flexed each time he drove his monstrously bloated cock in and out of my more than receptive arse. I even pictured my dark greasy tunnel being stretched open each time he rammed the enormous mass forward, and his huge, swollen balls shrinking tightly up against the base of the shaft in readiness for that one, critical thrust That image seemed to amplify the waves of pleasure his actions and my hand were generating, my body shuddering as they surged through me, my throat producing rasping cries of increasingly excited delight. But some time later I was brought back to reality by a sudden change in the sounds he was making, his gasping grunts turning to a much deeper, almost animal-like growls. At the same time I realised the pace of his thrusting was quickening, in some way becoming even more brutish, and although I didn't see how it was possible, his cock felt as though it had got even bigger. But although his body was still forcing me hard up against the truck I somehow managed to draw on some almost primal inner strength of my own and began heaving myself wildly back on to his hammering cock. It was as though my body was trying to drive that monstrous thing even deeper, needed to force the churning semen up through that pistoning flesh, had to feel the hot, sticky fluids spouting into my arse-hole. Then, as though his body had somehow connected with those needs I heard him give a loud, deep-throated roar. He suddenly rammed the entire length of his white-hot cock even deeper, and a split-second later I felt the first scalding jet searing into me. The feel of that eruption was more than enough to finally trigger the onset of my own climax and as my clit-stimulating fingers flashed faster and faster the surging waves of bliss finally overwhelmed me. Even through the mind-numbing haze of sheer pleasure that climax gave me I still remained all too conscious of the feel of his cock. I could feel its massive size stretching my body wide open, feel its entire length being forced as deep inside it as was humanly possible, feel the enormous surge of power behind its muscular contractions that were jetting the sizzlingly gooey loads even deeper. And the awareness of all that, and guessing the ecstatic rush of sensations they must have been giving Bill, only served to even further strengthen and prolong my own utterly euphoric ecstasy. But although the strength of that particular orgasm was so intense that right then nothing else in my life, nor, to be honest, anywhere else on the entire planet, seemed to matter, I do remember at some time momentarily thinking that it seemed as though Bill might actually never be going to stop. Even though by then his cock had already spouted what would have normally been an enormous volume of semen it seemed to be continuing to do so, each violent thrust shot yet another gout inside me, I could feel each one of them. Then, although the sound of his thundering roars were filling my ears as loudly as it felt his massive cock was stuffing the rest of my body, the sudden blare of a passing truck's klaxon cut through them, and the way that its short, repetitive blasts were keeping perfect time with Bill's thrusting, made me realise we'd been spotted. But even that couldn't stop him, in spite of the amount of semen he'd already pumped into me he obviously still had at least a little more to unload, and unload it he did, thrusting even harder and faster as the last few, more intermittent, but still forceful spurts exploded from him. Once he'd finally finished he crushed himself forward against me, the still rigidly swollen length plugging me tight. We shuddered and shook from the force of what we'd experienced, our mutually rasping breaths gulping down badly needed lungfuls of life-giving air. 'Dear God, I've never experienced anything like that!' he growled as his mouth sucked the flesh in the curve of my neck. 'Me neither Bill, you were magnificent!' I gasped truthfully. 'I think I might have to keep this outfit for special occasions.' I added with a low chuckle. And that's exactly what I did, letting him know what I was in the mood for by wearing it just every now and then. Through it all I must say that things between Mitchell and I seem to have actually improved - I must have become less edgy with him, certainly I became less demanding. We make love when he wants to, usually about once a month or so and I find I'm enjoying it more with him, because I'm much more relaxed. And those nights when for some reason I'm still feeling frustrated I often think back to some of the times I've had, and am still having with one or the other of the two men. Sometimes recalling that very first day, with Grant, the day my awakening began. Sometimes one of the many times with Bill, quite often that time near the tennis court - gently fingering myself as I recall the feel of him, or rather, of his cock as it flashed in and out of my arse-hole. So, one way or another I'm having the time of my life! One very happy housewife who learned to 'break-out'! Break the Agent Date: 6/9/2019 Time: 2300 Location: South American Jungle This is Alex's first field mission under the CIA. His task was simply, to infiltrate and sabotage a newly formed drug cartel group deep in the South American jungle. The CIA had reasons to believe that this drug cartel is used as a source of income for the infamous South America terrorist group known only as the Syndicate. Alex was only recently trained under the CIA for about six month before he was sent to South America as a local agent. However, after a single source of information was obtained regarding this drug cartel, Alex was assigned to infiltrate it as he was the closest to physical location. "Fuck, the heat is killing me." Alex thought to himself. Grown up in Minnesota, Alex has grown a tolerance to extreme cold, but hot weather has always been his weakness. Alex, just recently turned 24, is a six feet tall and athletic Caucasian male. He spent a lot of his time working out, and this earned him a stunning body, including some beautiful six pack and lean muscles. At 2300 military time, it is 10:00 PM and it is very dark in the jungle. The drug cartel facility is located within the Jungle, so it is very hard to spot from anywhere. However, Alex is currently right outside of the facility's outer perimeter. Alex pulled out his night vision binocular and took a quick look. The facility is guarded by several guards, and right next to them are trucks filled with different packages. The facility itself isn't that impressive, it is a two story tall dull green building with an area around 1 square mile. Usually, to finish the sabotage mission, Alex would just need to plant some C4s around the facility and trucks and it should be it. However, the CIA wants Alex to physically infiltrate and access some information within the facility. Seeing no chance, Alex is forced to come up with a plan of infiltration. Unknown to alex, there is a man that is silently watching Alex's every movement. from one of the guards tower, the man is seeing Alex with his infrared sensor. After focusing on alex, the man fired a shot. "Bang" and that was the last thing Alex heard. He suddenly felt an immense pain on his shoulder. Taking a glance, Alex saw a massive tranquilizer, and then everything turned dark. "Wakie Wakie! Time to get up!" Those were the words that Alex kept hearing as he tried to gain consciousness. Then a flood of cold water poured on his head, and Alex opened his eyes. It took a minute for Alex to fully gain his senses, but when he do, he is mortally terrified. The cold water lingered on his body, and then Alex realized that he couldn't move his body. In more precise term, Alex is right now held completely captive in a spread eagle position on a steel table. Worse of all, Alex can feel that he is completely naked, from his size 12 feet to his six pack all the way to his head. "Ahhh he's finally awake." A deep voice rumbled in the dark room. The voice of the man is a bearded man standing at six feet tall. "you know, the elephant tranquilizer I got from my friends in Africa is really useful. It kept you asleep for almost two days." Two days? That's how long he's been out? Alex silently cussed. "so what is it that the Americans want? A piece of my business?" The man asked. "Ahh no. I'm actually not American. I am an Greek traveler that was just lost in the Jungle!" Alex quickly retorted. "You don't need to lie American. And your name is Alex right? You see I have a lot of friends and connections. Plus from all my experiences, it's not hard to notice a CIA agent." The beard man said in an indifferent voice. "I'm telling the truth! My name is Samoul and I am a Greek traveler!" There is no way that Alex is going let them have any certainty on his information. Because if they have certainty, then Alex will definitely be tortured for every single bit of information. "You don't have to lie Alex. You see I was former.... KGB, and we were able to find ways to infiltrate your CIA system. The data list of agents in particular areas, is something we are all aware of." The beard man showed Alex a laptop, and it displayed all of his information. There was nothing Alex could say, it seems that his worst nightmare is coming to life. "See Alex, usually when Americans tried to infiltrate facilities that I live. I will kill them. However, now the CIA has somehow improved their encryption technology. I think it would be nice for you to give me some information!" "Well I'm sorry but I can't." Replied Alex definitely. "That's what they all say you know? I've done this so many times. I guess I'll just have to start this game again. Ladies! Let us begin." Afterwards, the beard man left the room and came in three naked women. Each women are very tall, slender, and Alex has to admit, sexy as hell. "Well well well, let's see what we here ladies?" The leading woman said. "A strong American in need of torture." Alex could only cuss in silence. "By the way, my name is Alya, and those two, my partners, are Maya and Cara. We will enjoy you for some time." "Do your worst." That was the only thing that Alex could say. "Don't worry dear, I will." With a flick of her finger, Alya directed Maya and Cara to both of Alex's size 12 feet. "Mmmhhh, these feet looks gorgeous." Said Maya. In one cohesive touch, both Maya and Cara started to massage Alex's feet. "What are you guys doing?" Alex asked in confusion, but inside he's getting a bit of turned on. Unknown to others, Alex has a huge foot fetish, whether it is about other girls feet, or even sometimes, his own feet. He has taken lots of time to take care of his body, and especially his own feet. "You see? This guy is turned on! look at his cock, it's getting a bit bigger every past second." Maya noted. "Ladies you know what to do!" In a single motion, both Maya and Cara suddenly begin to lick Alex's feet. Their tongue lick across Alex's huge soles, then move to the five toes of each feet. Then in order, each girl start sucking on the big toe, to the small toe. Then it is lick down all the way to the heels, and repeat. "Ahhhhh." Alex moaned for a bit. Right now he is critically aroused and he can't stop it. All of his fantasies are almost coming to life. Then a pair of hand grabbed his enlarged cock. "What a nice cock you have there. Eight inches of pure meat here. I love it." With that Alya started to slowly stroke Alex's aroused penis. The motion of up and down is a superb feeling to Alex. Precum began to ooze out of Alex's cock,and it is flowing down to everywhere. "Oh look at you. What a naughty boy. You like this don't you?" Alys questioned Alex. By this time Alex could only nod. The feet worshiping and cock stroking lasted for a few minutes, but it felt like hours to Alex. Each touch and each lick just brings unprecedented ecstasy to Alex. Slowly and slowly, Alex can start to feel an orgasm building up inside him. "Ahh... " Alex moaned for a little bit. Then suddenly the stroking stopped. "Now now big boy. If you want to cum, gotta give us what we want. Your login and password to the CIA central network is what we need. Tell us that and we give you pleasure." Alya whispered. Alex froze for a second, indeed that he is enjoying what is happening inside him now, but he is still not willing to betray his country. "No... I can't." Alex replied quietly. "I see. This is what I love about my job, I can now thoroughly break you." Alya said with a wicked smile. Much to Alex's confusion, Alya suddenly pulled out a bottle of lube. Alya poured the lube on the lower half of Alex's well toned body, primarily on the cock and the bottom. "This is where the fun begins!" Alya laughed, "Ladies! Intensify your work!" Both Cara and Maya nodded their head, and went back to their foot caress. Alex's size 12 feet, now soaked in saliva, is shiny brightly under the light. Then both Cara and Maya begin to take Alex's feet by its toes. "What are you guys doing?" Without a single answer, both Cara and Maya started to spread the five toes on Alex's foot, and then begin to feverishly suck on every toe. Each toe inside the mouth was then greeted by the magnificent tongue. From all the sucking and licking, Alex couldn't help but let out another moan. The pleasure from such a simple act is just too much to handle. Alya proceeds to take a large amount of the lube and rubbed it around Alex's asshole. "Here you go big guy." In a swirling motion, Alya proceed to make Alex's anus a shiny hole. Then Alya whipped out a long and black dildo. "What are you doing to me?" Alex asked in confusion and fear. He is certainly hoping that Alya won't put that dildo inside his anus. "You see, all you men think that you can only get stimulation from your penis. But you see? This is just naive. Inside this anus of yours lies the prostate, and that can give you more pleasure than you can ever imagine." With that, Alya slipped in the dildo inside Alex. "Ahhhh!" Alex let out a cry. To his surprise, the insertion didn't hurt that much, thanks to the lube, but it felt rather, unusual. "Alex you might not find this a common feeling, but don't worry, every men that I've broken would end up crying in pleasure soon after." Then Alya activated the vibration switch on the dildo. In a low hum, the dildo starts to vibrate inside Alex's soft ass. A strange feeling washed over Alex. This is something he never felt before. The pain was soon gone, and then inside of him is the growing feeling of pure pleasure. Though he would never admit, Alex feel extremely aroused from the dildo in his ass. The feeling inside his own ass is growing like a wildfire, spreading unprecedented pleasure to everywhere. Alex then took a close to his cock, and it as seem that his own cock has taken a whole new form of life. Never before was his cock so hard and stiff, and never before was it oozing out precum like a goddamn factory. "Oh god!" Alex cried in pleasure as Alya turned the vibration mode to a higher state. Extreme pleasure is breaking Alex to a state that he can not imagine. Every second waves after waves of pleasure surrounds him in an unending vortex. Then Alya start stroking his cock again, but now in a faster pace. Maya and Cara are still worshiping his feet, and Alya is stroking his cock while also adjusting the setting of the vibrating dildo inside his ass. Each vibrate, each stroke and each lick are causing Alex almost agonizing pleasure. The orgasm inside him is building up in a way he has never felt before. His cock is still rising despite the fact that he is already stiffed as fuck, and the precum are now becoming more and more dense. Looking at Alex's breathing pattern and facial expression, Alya knew that Alex is close to cumming. Alya then suddenly stopped her stroking and signaled the others to stop as well. Alex's face instantly turned into a face of immense frustration. "I know you wanna cum Alex. But we need the info!" Alex gasped for some air, but in the end shake his head. Then Alya starts her stroking again, and signaled Cara and Maya to continue their work. This went on for another 10 minutes, with every minute Alya and others stopping right before Alex is going to cum. The past ten minutes was probably the absolute worst time of his life. Though he is experiencing unprecedented pleasure most of the time, he was never able to finish and release the pleasure inside. The orgasm inside him is so great that he is feeling like he's gonna explode. For each passing minute, Alex's mental barrier begins to break and crumble, until now. "I'll give you the info! It's Alex1539AlphaOmega and the password is SeptemberNinerSeptemberEchoXray! Just let me cum please!" Alex cried and begged Alya. With a huge smirk on her face, Alya whispered next to Alex's ear, "How can I make sure that these password is correct and not some trap? Because it is, I'm going to keep doing this to you until you are insane." "No! It's correct! I promise you! I can't take it anymore! Please, I beg you, just let me come! Please!" Alex begged and cried. "Good. Good. you see Alex, this isn't so bad after all is it?" With that, Alya signal Maya and Cara to go back to their feet worshiping, while she adjust the vibrator to the highest intensity. She herself will enjoy stroking this eight inches, no wait, now nine inches long cock. The proud cock, now completely wet from its own precum and lube, is standing proudly from the body. Alya took the cock in the hand, and starts stroking feverishly. "Now Alex, cum with all your might! Cum!" Alya yelled, while she accelerates her own stroking motion. Maya and Cara also intensify their toe sucking, sucking harder than ever before. In a few second, Alex roared as he climax. "OH MY GOD I'm GOING TO CUM. AHHHHHHH" With that, his proud now nine inches cock ejaculate a stream of high pressured hot and white cum into the air. His body tremble from the extreme pleasure, from the foot worshipping, the stroking and the prostate vibration. The tidal wave of pleasure caused Alex to curl his toes, while still inside Maya and Cara's mouth. The orgasm was so powerful that Alex passed out for a few seconds. By the time Alex woke up again, the three women were gone already, and instead standing in front of him is the bearded man. "I told you I have ways to gain information. Why else was the KGB the most powerful agency in the world during the cold war?" Then the bearded man ejected a syringe into Alex's arm. "Sleep tight Alex. I'll see you again later." With That, Alex's world fell into darkness again.