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Drinks

By: attero



A quick note from the author:

Hi. Most of my stories involve dominant men abusing submissive women. This one is the opposite -- the aggressor is female, the victim male. I wrote this to challenge myself to write something outside of my comfort zone, and I'm telling you this for two reasons:

1) I know a lot of my readers expect a certain type of story for me, and I'd hate to disappoint. If you don't think you'd enjoy a story where a woman rapes a man, please, move on. I promise I'll be back to writing horrible things happening to innocent girls that make me feel guilty soon enough.

2) As mentioned, this is a bit foreign to me, and I'm curious as to how it's received. I always enjoy feedback, but with this story I want feedback even more. Please do not hold back, I promise I can handle it. 

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I've always believed that one of the best ways to categorize people is by how they handle conflict. Even when everything is peaceful it can help a lot to know how a person will react if that peace is shattered. Sure, people may occasionally stray outside of their category, but it's rarely for long.

On the bottom, you have the pleasers. These people will go out of their way to avoid conflict, even if it involves personal hardship. They're quick to apologize, even when they're in the right, and they rarely stand up for themselves. I feel bad for them, but to be honest, I've exploited people like this more than I care to admit. Sometimes it's difficult not to.

In the middle, you have the reactors, which is probably most of the population. Like the pleasers, they don't care for conflict, and they'll avoid it when possible. When forced to deal with it, though, they tend to stand up for themselves. I think I'm usually in this group, but at times I've strayed in either direction.

On top, you have predators. These people have no problem with conflict. When it comes up, they'll deal with it. While pleasers might back down even when they're right, predators will fight on even when they're wrong. I'd put Kira in this group, but frankly, she doesn't really belong there.

Kira is something entirely different. She doesn't merely accept conflict and deal with it when necessary, she seeks it out; creating it if need be. A predator might steal from you because they want your stuff, but Kira would steal from you just to fuck you over.

I'd like to say that behind Kira's tough exterior was a kind and caring person, that her aggressive nature was just a mask she wore to hide her gentle personality. I doubt that's true, though. If it is, she hid it well. I had worked with her for three years, during that entire time she never once revealed herself to be anything other than a cold-blooded bitch.

Despite her personality, we managed a professional relationship. That's not to say that I never got a firsthand taste of her venom, of course -- everyone in the office did at some point. Still, I knew what she was, and she knew there was easier prey out there. I say that "we managed", but a more accurate term might be "I stayed out of her way."

That strategy stopped working about two weeks ago, when our boss assigned us to work together on the same project. It sucked, hard. Basically, I did all the work and she took all the credit. Every now and then she'd pick a fight with me, I think more out of boredom than anything else.

By the time five o'clock rolled around on Friday, I was exhausted. Doing the work of two people was beginning to catch up to me, and I just wanted to go home and fall into a weekend-long coma. I grabbed my coat and was headed towards the door when she jumped in my path.

"We're getting drunk tonight," she announced.

"That's nice," I answered coldly. I didn't give a rat's ass what she was doing tonight, or with whom. I just wanted her to get out of my way so I could go home already.

"I don't think you understand," she explained. "When I say "we", I mean you and I. As in, you're coming with me, and we're going to get drunk. We've earned it, with all the hard work we've been doing."

I considered telling her to go fuck herself, that "we" hadn't been doing hard work at all, that if anyone had earned anything it certainly wasn't her. It seemed like a bad idea, though, given whom I was dealing with. There was basically no chance in hell that I could convince her that she was wrong; all I'd be able to do would be to start a fight.

"Look, Kira," I tried to explain. "I'm very tired, and I just want to go home. Maybe some other time?"

"And maybe you can remember who you're talking to," she hissed. "I don't know if you've misheard me, don't know if you think the pitch of my voice raised at the end of some sentence to indicate I was asking a question, but let me be clear: I'm not asking."

I had no idea where she was going with this, and that made me nervous. With Kira, you could be reasonably certain that she had some scheme in mind. If you couldn't figure out what that scheme was, it was probably because you were the victim.

"Fine, but just one drink," I offered, hoping she'd accept a compromise.

"Whatever, be a little bitch" she laughed. "We'll take my car."

I wished that my car wasn't in the shop. I really didn't like the idea of being dependent on her for a ride to the bus stop, but I couldn't think of a sound argument against it. I figured if it really came down to it, I could always call a cab.

I followed her to her car and jumped in the passenger seat. Aside from a small stack of papers in the back seat, she kept it clean. I half-expected to see a couple dozen skulls of small children, but I guess she had removed them first.

The ride was uneventful and awkward. I had nothing to say to her, and it seemed to be mutual. I thought about turning on the radio, but really didn't want to find out what type of music she listened to.

After several minutes of awkward silence, she parked on a street in front of a large apartment building. I began to worry, realizing that I had no clue where we were, but I wasn't about to show her any weakness. Getting out of the car, I looked around, hoping to see a familiar landmark. A hospital was to the left of the apartment building, some houses to the right, but nothing that I recognized.

"So, where's the bar?" I asked.

"Fuck bars," she replied, walking towards the apartment building. "I didn't say anything about a bar, anyway. I said we were getting drinks."

"Oh, so I'll just follow you into a strange building," I commented sarcastically. "I can't imagine why I might not want to do that."

"It's not a strange building," she spat back. "It's where I live. And if you don't want to come in, if you're too afraid of the mean, scary building, then fine -- don't come in. But if you're going to bitch out like this, I hope you aren't expecting me to drive your cowardly ass home."

Threatening to leave me stranded didn't bother me. It was juvenile and petty, but it wasn't unexpected, and I could have just called a cab. Calling me a coward, on the other hand, struck a nerve. With my male ego bruised, I felt the overwhelming desire to choke her. I certainly couldn't back down.

"Fuck you," I muttered, following her into the building. "Let's get this over with."

Once in the building, she led me into an elevator and pressed the button for the third floor. The elevator felt like it had been designed decades ago; it was very small and very slow. The ride up was almost painful -- I wanted to tell her that this proved I wasn't a coward, but knew that all that would do is give her the satisfaction of knowing that she had gotten under my skin. Being forced to stand so close to her wasn't making it any easier.

Leaving the elevator, I followed her down the hall and though a door with a brass "3F" on it. Her apartment was not what I expected. It was modestly sized, tastefully decorated, and surprisingly lacking in pentagrams inked in human blood on the floor.

"Sit," she instructed, motioning to a black leather couch in her living room. I hated how she gave me orders and considered telling her to fuck off, but she had already left the room. Taking a seat on the couch I told myself that I was sitting because I wanted to, not because she told me to.

Kira came back with a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses. Putting the glasses on the coffee table, she poured and slid one towards me. I eyed it contemptuously. I've never liked whiskey.

"I'm sorry, would you prefer I get you some apple juice, possibly in a sippy cup?" she mocked, apparently picking up on my hesitation.

"Seriously, fuck you," I muttered. My pride on the line I picked up the glass and downed the shot. The liquor burnt my throat, and I felt my eyes tearing up, but I refused to show her any weakness. I was still forcing back the tears when I passed out.

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As consciousness returned, I felt like my head was about to implode. Remembering that I was in Genghis Cunt's apartment, I began to panic, but stopped myself. It's stupid, but even after being drugged by a sociopath, I still was most concerned about my pride.

Ignoring the splitting headache, I climbed up onto my hands and knees. I would have liked to have stood up, but I was pretty sure if I tried that I'd just fall on my ass. Vision returning, I could make out the silhouette of her legs in front of me.

"Was wondering how long you'd be out for," she pondered. "You really can't handle your alcohol. I mean sure, I spiked your drink, but you did still pass out after just one. Not very impressive, you know."

"I am going to fucking murder you," I growled.

"I'm shaking in my boots," she taunted, kicking my arms out from under me and sending me crashing back down into the floor. "Moving along, I'm concerned about our relationship. I know you've been telling Dave that you're doing all the work, and that bothers me. I could be angry, but really, I'm just hurt. I need you to see me as a valuable teammate, and I just don't think you do."

"Go fuck yourself, you sadistic whore," I retorted, slowly climbing back up.

Sharp pain shot through my rib cage as she kicked me in my side. At least, it looked like she kicked me. I'm not sure how it would be possible, but it felt more like she drove a freight train into me. Falling down on my side I curled up in a ball, the blinding pain taking priority over the desire to preserve my pride.

"See, this is the problem" she continued, never raising her voice. "I want our working relationship to be a partnership of equals, but you just won't allow it. You insist that one of us has to be above the other, that we can't just cooperate on the same level. Most strangely, you seem to think that in that situation you would somehow be above me. Let's correct that real fast. Tell me, are you above me or beneath me?"

She inched her boot under my chin, positioning it so that the sole was flat against my throat. Applying pressure, she forced me to roll onto my back if I wanted to breathe. Once on my back, she hovered the foot over my throat in a clear threat.

"Beneath you," I snarled. I didn't believe it for a second, but I didn't want my larynx stomped.

"You got the words right, but I'm not buying it," she sighed. "It's probably my fault for being too lax on you, though I have no qualms about beating the shit out of you over something that's my fault. Here's how this goes. You apparently can't see me as an equal. You can't accept that I'm simply above you. So, we're going to have to really define our roles. In simple terms that even you can understand, I am now your owner, and you are now my pet."

"Your pet?!" I demanded. "Are you fucking insane?!"

Nichole sighed as she straddled my chest. I groaned in pain as she lowered her weight onto my bruised ribs. Her expression was one of disappointment as she wrapped her hands around my throat and squeezed, cutting off my air.

"It's okay if you don't like that word," she explained, still choking me. "You don't need to be my 'pet' if you don't want. You can be my "property" instead, or my "bitch", or my "worthless fuck toy". Really, the word isn't important; it's what the word means. It means that I own you in your entirety -- your broken body, your feeble mind, everything belongs to me. It further means that I may use you however I want, whenever I want, and you don't get to object. Is that understood?"

Releasing her grip, I gasped for air. "Yes," I groaned, hating myself for it.

"Wonderful, I'm glad you see it my way. Now, since your title was apparently a problem for you, we need to decide what you are. I'll play the role of kind and generous owner and let you pick all by yourself. What are you?"

"I guess pet is okay," I whimpered.

With another sigh, Kira sat up and brought her fist down into my face. This was not a slap; it was a punch -- and a solid one at that. I still don't know if it was the drugs or if Kira just possessed some kind of demon strength, but it hurt like hell.

"I didn't ask if pet is okay," she scolded. "And frankly, I wouldn't. I decide what is okay, you accept that decision. That's how this works. Forget that dynamic, and I'll remind you. Now, once again: What are you?"

"I'm your pet," I admitted, immediately regretting it.

"See, that wasn't so hard," she chided. "I think I'm going to name you 'Puddles'. Now, you be a good boy and stay on the floor while I get your collar."

Her words were a cruel joke. If I could have ran away, I'd have been long gone. The truth was I could barely breathe, much less move from my position. When she returned with the collar I was exactly where she had left me, though it wasn't by choice.

"That's a good widdle Puddles!" she laughed, kneeling beside me. "So let me show you your collar. As you can see, it's meant to work with a padlock -- we wouldn't want you trying to remove it, of course. These two metal probes in the front are the electrodes, and this copper trace is the antenna."

As she slipped it around my neck and locked it, my mind processed the information. As she got up and walked back to the couch I realized in horror that I was now wearing a remote-controlled shock collar. I tried in vain to remove it, but the lock held it securely in place.

"Let's have a quick demonstration," she announced, taking a seat. "Are you glad that you're my pet, Puddles? Are you happy that you finally know your place?"

"I swear to god, I will make you suffer," I answered. I knew I'd regret it, but I couldn't help myself. I was blinded by rage.

"You're so predictable, Puddles," she sighed, removing a small remote control from her pocket. She pushed a button and the collar emitted a high pitched beep, but nothing more. Having braced myself for pain, I was surprised and confused by the lack of it; until about three seconds later when the beep stopped and the shock began.

The pain was incredible, like liquid fire cutting through my neck and branching out into my entire body. Although I could barely move moments before, I was suddenly flopping on her floor like a fish. I tried to beg for mercy, but couldn't seem to form words. After what felt like an eternity it ended, and I collapsed motionless, struggling to breathe.

"Wow," she exclaimed, sounding genuinely surprised. "That was on a low setting, too. Now I'm all curious, I want to see what kind of a show my Puddles can put on at a higher setting."

"Please god no," I begged, my pride no longer in the picture. "I'm glad I'm your pet, I'm happy you put me in my place, but please, for the love of god, please don't shock me again."

"Careful there, Puddles," she warned. "You're getting dangerously close to telling me what to do, and that is absolutely not wise. I know you're in pain, but that's no excuse for forgetting your place. Still, I'm not entirely sure you'd survive another shock, and I'm not bored with you just yet, so I'll give you an alternative. You can entertain me by sucking my cunt. Do a good job, and maybe I won't have to supplement my entertainment with your suffering."

Strangely, I was more surprised by the realization that she had a cunt than the fact that she was demanding it sucked. Don't get me wrong, Kira is not an unattractive woman, and on an intellectual level I'm sure I realized that she had normal female parts, but I had never thought of her like that. I had always seen her as an evil sociopath, so much so that I forgot she was also a human woman.

Not wanting to experience what a stronger shock would feel like, I attempted to make my way to her. This turned out to be a bit of a challenge. Between the shock, the beating, and whatever drugs she had initially knocked me out with, I could barely move my limbs, let alone walk. Agonizingly, I rose to my hands and knees and began crawling towards her. My muscles did not want to cooperate; they screamed at me to just give up and lie down.

By the time I was half way there, Kira had already slid her panties off. She drummed her fingers on the arm of the couch, clearly losing patience with my slow pace. I wanted to tell her that I was moving as quick as I could, but couldn't think of a way to phrase it that she wouldn't interpret as a challenge.

"I'm getting irritable here, Puddles," she warned. "When I give you an order, I expect you to carry it out immediately. You're wasting my time now, and I don't appreciate it. Do I need to remind you how I can discipline a disobedient pet?"

"Kira, I'm trying as hard as I can," I tried to explain. "I'm in a lot of pain, and it's hard for me to move. Please just cut me some slack."

With an exasperated sigh, Kira rose to her feet and walked over to me. As I looked up, she kicked me in the ribs again, just as hard as the first time. Falling over, I rolled onto my back in agony.

"There's two important lessons you need to learn here," she explained. "First, you don't call me Kira, you call me owner. I shouldn't even have to force you to do this, you should be grateful that I'm willing to take such a worthless piece of shit as a pet."

Straddling my chest, she pinned my arms to the floor over my head. I went passive, allowing her to do as she wished without struggle. Fighting back seemed pointless, I knew I was at her mercy at didn't need to provoke her into showing me just how little mercy she had.

"Second," she continued, "you told me to cut you slack. You don't tell me what to do. If you want something, you'll crawl up to me, debase yourself, and beg for it like the little piggy that you are. We are not on equal footing, and I owe you precisely nothing. Remember that when you make your requests."

Leaning down, she positioned her face mere inches from mine and stared me in the eyes. Instinctively, I turned my head to the side to avoid eye contact. I didn't like behaving in such a submissive way, but the truth is that I was terrified of what she could do to me.

"Now, you might not realize it," she whispered in my ear, "but I'm actually being extremely merciful. The next time you disappoint me like this, I won't give you a helpful explanation -- I'll just push the button. For what it's worth, I hope that you'll survive it, but I'm okay with it if you don't. It's nothing personal, but you have yet to prove your worth as a pet to me. Do I make myself clear?"

"You do, owner," I whimpered. "Thank you for showing me such mercy. I'm sorry I disappointed you, I promise I'll try harder in the future."

The words felt so alien to me as I spoke them. I like to think that I was just acting out of terror, that I didn't really mean what I said. Still, I felt way more sincere in my words than I'd like to admit.

"That's a good Puddles," she praised me condescendingly. "Now, show me that you understand your place by sucking my cunt."

Sitting up, she moved her body forwards so that her crotch was directly above my head, with her knees pinning down my arms. I turned my face forward, but hesitated. Orally pleasuring her felt so like such a demeaning idea and I just couldn't bring myself to accept such humiliation.


Drinks



I'm drunk, not with alcohol, but with your scent. I can feel it fill my nostrils when I breathe in, the smell of your skin is intoxicating. As I pull your hair exposing your neck my inhibitions begin to melt as I smell the sides of your exposed throat. I run my teeth along your pale skin as a small moan escapes your mouth. 

I hold your long hair firmly in my clenched fist as I take my fill of you with not just my sense of smell, but also my sight. I feast my eyes on the sight of you, your exposed neck begging to be bitten, as your eyes roll into the back of your head. The feel of your hips gyrating on the bench next to me as I hold you still by your hair, incenses my desire. We eventually move on.

I walk with you taking in every sensation you give off. The feel of your waist beneath my hand drives me almost as mad as the scent of your skin. We stop at the crosswalk with no one in sight as you move your hips back into mine and grind against me as I moan and sink further into animalism. My capability for rational thought diminishes with each action you take. We stand at the crosswalk in bliss, until we realize the light is never going to change, and laughing we continue on.

We walk for what seems like a happy eternity, your body pressed into mine. I grab your hair once more and feel you teeth bite into my chest as I pull you into me. We reach your car and I wrap my arms around you, my hands landing on your beautiful ass, and pull you up onto me. Your legs jump up and entangle my waist as I push you into the side of your car, I push my mouth into the small of your neck and bite down making the nerves in your neck tingle with exquisite pleasure. I feel your arms pull me into you as we grind against the side of your car.

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I put you down and look into your eyes seeing my lust echoed there. I relinquish control to my inner beast, and I pull your head back firmly by your hair and hear you moan before pressing my lips onto yours, as I devour your mouth. You kiss back feverishly until I pull away leaving us both breathing heavily, staring hungrily into the other's eyes. I twist you around and push you against the side of your car holding you there by pressing my hips firmly into your ass. Pulling your hair with my right hand I lean in close to your left ear and whisper, "I'm going to make you beg for my cock," As my left hand runs up along your side and squeezes you breast. you lift your arms and wrap them around my head and pull me into you from behind, as I feel your hips begin to gyrate and a moan escapes from your lips. I know you must be able to feel my erection nestled firmly against your buttocks and we stay locked like this pushing back and forth against each other until you look back and grin, letting out a moan when you see my lust filled eyes. I grin and back up spinning your around so I can see your eyes. I push you hard against your car and then lean in to whisper in your ear. "Open The Door". 

You fumble for your keys and get the door open as I push you into your backseat. As I climb in on top of you I pull the door closed behind us and then run my hands up your sides underneath your shirt. Moaning you lift your arms and I take that as an invitation to remove your shirt, leaving your beautiful breasts bound only by your bra. Growling softly I reach behind you as you arch your back, you moan as the clasp releases and unleashes your chest from its constraints. I look hungrily upon your luscious breasts as you take them in your hands and smile. "You are absolutely spectacular," I say with a deep almost animal like growl as I look down at you lying there. I softly trace around the outside of your nipples with my fingers not touching the sensitive areolae, but watching as they become hard. I continue to play as you start to breathe heavier and arch you back filling my hands with your breasts.

Once I have teased you to my satisfaction I finally touch your now hard nipples. I pinch them simultaneously between my index fingers and thumbs, before leaning over and taking one in my mouth and running my tongue gently around it. I move my mouth to the other nipple and resume touching the first one, which is now coated with a thin layer of my saliva. I carry on like this, back and forth from one nipple to the other until you push your fingers into my hair and push my head downwards with a delicious groan. 

I kiss my way down your stomach until I reach your waistline. I then unbuckle your pants as you push them down. As your legs become free I move up and nibble softly on your inner thighs, before biting down more firmly and pulling more moans from your willing throat. I look up at you and say nothing more then, "Beg". as I breathe out softly on your exposed lips.

You see my green eyes staring up into yours, as you try to grind your pussy into my face. Your mouth parts as you push your fingers into my hair and try to pull me in closer. I stay firm and merely lick up the outsides of your exposed lips. You moan as you feel my tongue tease your pussy. I stop, "Beg" I say firmly, from between your delicious milky thighs. 

"Please...", you sat breathlessly.

"Please what?" I say with a salacious grin.

"... Eat me..."

With a smile I wrap my arms around your hips and pull your pussy onto my mouth. You moan and your fingers entangle my hair pull my head into your crotch. My tongue quickly finds your clit, and my fingers gently spread you open as yet another moan graces my ears. As a pair of my fingers find your g-spot, my eyes watch your face for reactions to my ministrations, making sure to find the best combination of patterns to trace on your clit. I grin as I find your timing, pleasuring you inside and out.

"Fuck!" you grin and moan, as I work you towards climax.

"Oh... ggggod.... yes!.... ugh!... fuck yes!... There just like that! Ahhh!"

Your car echoes with the sounds of you growing closer and closer to orgasm. The thought of someone hearing you or looking in the window turns you on that much more. As that scenario enters your head, it serves only to spur you onward towards climax.

As the minutes pass you feel yourself reaching the crest. I feel you getting closer and redouble my efforts. You grasp my hair and hold my head betwixt your legs as they wrap around my shoulders holding me in place. Your back arches off the seat, your eyes roll back into your head and you mouth opens as you begin to climax. The sound of your sultry scream fills my ears as you come hard beneath my mouth. Your pussy clenches on my fingers as I continue to stimulate you throughout your orgasm. 

Once you relax and breathe deeply I slow down. With a grin I remove my fingers slowly from your sopping pussy, and sit up looking down on your smiling contented face as you recover. after a brief moment you sit up and push me back slightly unbuckling my belt. I moan slightly as you reach in and grasp my hard cock inside my pants. A smile spreads across your lips as you remove my thick cock and set eyes on it for the first time. I grasp you head and look you in the eyes, "Suck my cock like the dirty slut, I know you are" I say with a grin as I apply pressure to the back of your head. I watch as your mouth gets closer and closer to the head of my cock. Your eyes and mouth grin as you look up to watch my reaction as my cock slips slowly past your lips. You see my eyes roll back as a low growl escapes as you begin to bob slowly up and down along the shaft of my cock.

The sight of you taking my cock deep into your mouth, while your fingers do their best to make me explode, makes me groan and pull your hair. You moan with your mouth still on my cock, my fingers holding your hair tight, the vibrations drive me wild. I hold your hair until you look up with your beautiful blue eyes. I look you directly in the eyes as I let you continue to move your mouth down my shaft. "Suck me the way you want me to fuck you," I say and release your hair. I watch you start moving up and down slowly, watching my eyes to see my reactions. You slowly increase speed until your head is bouncing up and down on my lap. 

"Ohhhhhh... yeah... this is what you want." I groan. "You want me to pound you."

You nod firmly up and down, with your mouth still wrapped around my cock and you moan sensually as you imagine it pushing into you. You see my eyes afire with lust as I push you off my cock and onto your back. I take you legs and put your feet over my shoulders, while moving my cock to the edge of you drenched pussy.

I run the head of my rock hard shaft slowly up and down your pussy lips watching you face for a reaction. "Do you want me to fuck you?" I say.

"Ohhhhh.... god yesssss.."

"Then beg for every inch."

"Oh please fill me up with your cock! Yessss... Ohhh more!"

With every one of your supplications I push more of my cock into your tight pussy. I give you a little bit at a time feeling you stretch a little with each small thrust. You keep begging for every bit of it until I am buried balls deep in your wet cunt. I watch your eyes as it fills you up for the first time. You face flushes with waves of pleasure and turns to an open mouthed grin. I leave the full length buried inside of you and let you feel it filling your every crevice. You gyrate your hips getting a good feel of it inside of you. I slowly start pulling out, only to reach the edge of you pussy and wait. "Tell me what you want," I say.

"Oh... please!" You beg as you try to pull me back into you.

"Tell me what you want and you may just get it."

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fill me with your cock."

I smile and give you want you want, driving my cock fully into your cunt in one hard thrust. You cry out in pleasure as I begin to plunge in and out of you. I now moan along with you, each thrust brings us both closer and closer to mutual climax. I groan and roll you over onto your hands and knees, and plunge into you once more. I grasp you by the hips and fuck you like a dog, Fucking you with long hard thrusts. The sounds of sex fill the back seat of your car, as we slam into each other. We each cry out with every thrust, my growls and your screams of pleasure in combination are extremely erotic.

"You like getting fucked like this," I say as I give your ass a firm smack.

"Ohhhh... yess... I love getting pounded from behind." you look back at me and grin

"You're like a naughty bitch in heat." I give your sensuous ass another firm smack.

"Yeah... Fuck me!" you growl and you slam backwards onto my every thrust.

I feel myself growing close, and from your reactions I can tell you are also getting closer and closer to your second climax. I pull out once more and pull you on top of me. "Ride me. Ride me and come like the dirty slut I know you are." You gladly accept and impale your properly stretched out pussy onto my cock in one quick movement. 

"YESSS!" you moan and start bouncing up and down, making it so my cock rubs your g-spot on every bounce. "I'm getting close ahh... YES.... come with me! OHH!" you say as you throw you head back and cry out still atop my cock. You come loudly and start to shake as you rock you hips back and forth, grinding on my cock and riding out your orgasm as I come with you grunting and filling you deeply with my cock as it begins to twitch and spurt.

When your orgasm begins to ebb you let my softening cock slip from between your legs as you collapse onto my chest. Breathing heavy I wrap my arms around you as we lay there savoring the moment.

After a while an idea pops into your head, you look up at my eyes and grin, running your hand down between my legs and grasping my cock. You feel it twitch and see a flicker of lust pass through my eyes. You take that for assent and climb down taking my now hardening cock into your mouth, getting me ready for another ride. 



Drinks After Hours



Having met Carl and Mary a few times in a local bar Kevin and I didn’t hesitate when they invited us back to their place for a drink after last call. When we got there Carl got us all a drink and put some music on. We had sat around talking and laughing for a while when I noticed that Carl had his hand sliding up under his wife’s dress. Mary leaned back on Carl as his hand stroked the inside of her thigh and she closed her eyes enjoying his touch. Kevin had noticed what was going on as well and we sat there and watched as Carl’s hand worked itself high between Mary’s legs. Both of us couldn’t keep our eyes from watching what was going on before us and both Carl and Mary knew we were enjoying their show. It didn’t deter them at all, in fact it simply spurred them on and Carl’s hand had now hoisted Mary’s dress to her hips and was working its way beneath her silky white panties. 

As Carl’s hand slipped beneath Mary’s panties I could feel myself getting wet. Kevin who was sitting in the other chair was also clearly turned on, as he sat watching with a hard cock beneath his jeans. My pussy began to flow juices and ache. Not a word was said as we sat and watched Carl rubbing Mary beneath her panties, god I wanted to touch myself. Mary began to moan slightly, as it became obvious that Carl’s hand was now inside her. Carl took his hand out from beneath Mary’s panties and worked them down her legs to her ankles. Mary spread her legs as far as she could with her panties still around both her ankles and we were given a clear view of Mary’s dripping pussy. Carl with both arms wrapped around her from behind used both hands to spread Mary’s pussy open with his fingers. 

Kevin was rubbing the outside of his pants as he looked at Carl fingering Mary in full view of the both of us. My panties were drenched and I was as horny as hell, so I got up and went and sat on Kevin’s lap. He took the hint almost immediately and slipped his hand down the front of my jeans and stroked my clit. With Kevin fingering me and watching Carl and Mary on the other side of the room I was gushing. Kevin whispered to me to stand up and undo my jeans and I didn’t hesitate. When I went to sit back on him however, I noticed he had also undone his and he worked my jeans and panties over my hips and pulled me back to his lap. At first I felt a little uncomfortable with my pussy exposed for Carl and Mary to see, but I soon forgot that as I felt Kevin’s hard cock begin to penetrate the lips of my soaked pussy. 

I sank my husbands cock into me and my juices flowed over Kevin’s thighs, god I was turned on. I rocked on Kevin’s shaft and enjoyed the sensations flowing over me. I looked across the room and saw that Carl and Mary were taking their turn at watching, as they looked at me with my jeans around my ankles as I rose up and down on my husbands cock. The more they looked the more turned on I got and I increased the pace on Kevin’s hard rod. Suddenly Mary got off Carl and walked over to where we were. I was totally unprepared for what happened next. She had kicked her panties clear and she got down on the floor on all fours in front of us. “I want a better view”, she said as she looked at Kevin’s cock sliding in me from close up. I said nothing but just kept pumping my Husbands shaft, so horney that nothing was going to stop me now. Carl came over behind his wife and began taking his jeans off. When he got them down I couldn’t but miss his enormous cock that was not only long but also wide. 

He knelt on the floor behind Mary and quickly entered his massive shaft into her. Mary pushed back on him and took him all the way into herself, as she continued staring at my pussy not more than a foot away from her face. All that could be heard now was the groans of all of four of us, as we fucked in front of each other. As Carl drove hard into Mary she edged somewhat closer to my pussy with her face. I was fucking Kevin for all I was worth at this stage and somehow I expected what happened next. Mary leaned forward slightly and I felt her tongue take an extended lick along Kevin’s balls then up between my pussy lips and over my clit. Shock waves went through me at the intense sensation this caused and I groaned loudly. Kevin became even harder if that was possible, as he also groaned from the sensation. Encouraged by our reactions, Mary began licking in long steady strokes over the entire length of my pussy. I leaned back on Kevin and gave her plenty of access to my swollen cunt. As I raised and lowered myself on Kevin’s cock, her tongue slid over my husband’s shaft then up between the lips of my slit. I was on fire and as Carl pumped into his wife from behind I lost control and screamed as an orgasm ripped through me. I pushed down on Kevin’s cock as the convulsions began and just then Mary sucked my clit into her mouth. With Kevin’s shaft buried in my quivering hole and Mary sucking hard on my clit, I came harder than I had ever done before. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through me and just as I thought it would end another would emerge to take its place.

I felt my husband begin shoot his liquid into me and once again I began cum. Mary finally removed her mouth from my clit and I sat still on Kevin as he finished emptying into me and my pussy slowly started to calm down. I watched as Carl pumped into Mary and with a final push he groaned and shot his load deep into her. Kevin seemed to soften only slightly inside me, such was his excitement and I knew none of us were going to stop at just one orgasm. It didn’t take anytime at all to prove me right, as Kevin remained hard and ground his cock into me and I enjoyed the continuing aftershocks of my orgasm as he did so. Carl had got off Mary and I looked at his massive member hanging between his legs. He was only slightly soft and cum dripped from the head of his cock. He boldly walked over to me and stood before my face, as I remained seated on Kevin. With his hand, he held his cock close to my mouth and ordered me to suck his cock clean. 

I tasted his cum as I took the head of his cock between my lips and into my mouth. Carl, even partly soft, was massive and his shaft filled my mouth and began to grow fully hard. As I serviced the two men, I saw Mary walk over and standing to the side of us she lifted one leg and rested it high on the back of the chair, exposing her dripping pussy to Kevin’s face. I could hear my husband begin to suck and lick on her cunt and more juice poured out of my slit over Kevin’s legs as the excitement of it all had me fired up once again. Carl was fully erect in my mouth now and he pumped my throat like he was fucking pussy. After sometime Carl removed his cock from my mouth and tugged at my hand to beckon me to follow him to the floor. I lifted myself from my husband’s cock and got down on all fours.

Carl got behind me and I felt the head of his cock begin to penetrate me. God he was huge and the feeling of him sliding in to me inch by inch drove me wild. I looked up to see that Mary was now on the floor also and I watched as my husband began to enter her from behind. We all fucked like this for sometime and I felt Carl flex as I recognized the familiar pre run to a man about to shoot his load. After one last thrust he pulled his cock from me and sprayed his load up over the cheeks of my butt and lower back. I felt the warm white liquid running down my skin. My pussy was throbbing and just as I was thinking that I needed more, Carl got down on his knees and as I stayed on all fours he licked my pussy from behind. I was a mess and my juices poured over his face, as I wantonly stayed on my hands and knees while Carl drove me wild from behind with his tongue. After sometime Kevin got off Mary and Carl stopped his licking of my fiery cunt. Kevin lay on his back on the floor and was hard as a rock. He told me to get on top of him and I quickly lowered myself onto his shaft. Carl was hard again from all of his licking and I felt him push my shoulders forward. I leaned right forward with the top half of my body and kissed my husband. I felt Carl put his massive shaft between the cheeks of my butt and push against the lips of my pussy that was already filled with Kevin’s cock. 

Kevin reached around behind my butt and gripped Carl’s cock. Holding the end of his penis Kevin guided Carl’s cock into the opening of my pussy. With my husband’s guidance and steady pushing from Carl the massive cock began to slip inside my accommodating hole. I began climbing new heights as Carl’s massive cock slipped further inside my cunt and soon both Kevin and Carl were driving their cocks into me at the same time. Not to be left out Mary came over and sat herself down over my husband’s face, spreading her pussy over my husbands mouth. What a sight it was with me on Kevin’s cock, Carl squatting over me from behind and along with Kevin, pumping my stretched pussy and Mary facing me as my husband sucked on her soaking wet cunt. Mary had huge tits and as the two men fucked me I couldn’t resist reaching out and touching them. Mary groaned and I took the hint to keep playing with them. Mary began to convulse as an orgasm over took her and as she started to cum on my husband’s mouth, I leaned forward and took her nipple into my mouth. I sucked hard although it was not easy to concentrate as my own orgasm was beginning to build as Carl and Kevin continued to drive their cocks into me. 

Mary exploded as I pulled on her nipple with my mouth and flooded over Kevin’s face. I removed my mouth from her as I gasped for breath and felt myself beginning to cum. Mary, still sitting on my husband’s face leaned forward and started to suck hard on my left nipple. The pressure of the two cocks buried in my snatch and Mary sucking on my boob, was all too much and I began screaming as the orgasm started. Just as the first orgasm began to subside I felt the men begin to ejaculate inside of me. Their hot liquid jumped into me flooding me with their joint effort and as Mary continued to suck on my nipple, I exploded into a second wave of orgasm. One after another the orgasms washed over me, as Mary never let up on her sucking and the two men remained buried in me emptying their loads. 

We sucked and fucked till the early hours of the morning.



Drinks After Work



This story is a completely true depiction of one of the best sexual experiences of my life (at least so far)




It was the summer after my freshman year of college. I was 19, and life was going great. I just started an internship for the summer and I looked better than I ever had. Honestly, I had a body to kill for. While I was growing up, I had always been overweight. Not obese or anything, but definitely noticeably larger than most. While a lot of girls tend to gain weight their freshman year of college, I actually started eating extremely healthy and worked out every day until I had the body I had always dreamed of. The best part about this new body was that I lost all the weight in my stomach, arms, and legs, while my breasts and ass stayed nice and plump. Here I was, a 19 year old girl with medium brown hair, haunting light green eyes, and an all-around tight body with a juicy ass and DD breasts. I looked good and I knew it, and I knew that men knew it, too.

While I was definitely not a prude before college, I had never had sex until the first semester of my freshman year. I had never seen sex as a big deal, so I kind of just wanted to get it over with and do it already. Once I did, I realized that I absolutely loved cock. I couldn't have enough of it. I was horny all the time, and I would use any guy that was around me just to get my fix. Even with as much sex as I had, I never considered myself a slut. I always saw sluts as girls who have sex just to please guys. I was doing it for myself.

As I mentioned earlier, I started an internship at the company that my stepfather owned. While I would love to say that I got the job on my own, I know the only reason I got it was because of my family connection, and everyone else did, too. Luckily I still ended up making some pretty great friends at the job.

There was one guy in particular that I was incredibly attracted to. His name was David. He was 25 and he had dark brown hair, nice scruffy yet well-kept facial hair (which I have always found sexy), and a great body. He also drove a big pick-up truck, which is a huge turn on for me, there's nothing sexier than a guy in a truck, in my opinion. He was probably around 5'11" and very muscular. I figured that with his body and height, he probably had a nice sized cock as well.

After work one afternoon, David asked if I wanted to go get a few drinks after work (I had a fake ID so I would go out for drinks every once and awhile). I obviously agreed and said I would meet him after work then head to the bar.

Once we got to the bar we each ordered a beer and sat and talked, clearly flirting the whole time. I could tell he knew that I wanted it, and I could see that he was definitely willing to give it to me. We were only a few beers in before we were both so horny that we decided to head out.

He touched the small of my back right above my ass (which is a huge turn-on for me) and whispered "Do you want to head back to my apartment?" in my ear. I nodded eagerly and we both got in our cars to drove to his apartment, which was luckily only a few minutes away.

As soon as we got into his apartment, he grabbed me by the waist and pushed me up against the door. I was slightly surprised but extremely turned on by his sudden show of power. I'm not into anything kinky and submissive, but I do think it is insanely sexy when a guy is confident enough to take control of a woman's body (college guys are often so tentative, the older guys aren't afraid to be a little rougher). 

He immediately pressed his lips against mine with a decent amount of force, and within seconds we were making out aggressively. I felt his hand graze down to the bottom of my dress, then he broke our connection for a few seconds to pull the dress over my head, exposing my sexy black bra and thong. He continued to kiss me as he removed my bra. 

As he started kissing down my neck towards my breasts, his hand also trailed down and slipped between the top of my thong, sliding his fingers in between my legs.

"Holy shit, you're wet," he whispered as his thick fingers pushed towards the entrance of my pussy. All I could do was moan in response as pushed his full finger deep into my cunt. 

I started to rub his fast growing cock through the thick material of his pants, but before I could unbuckle his belt and release it, he started kissing down my stomach and pulled the thin fabric of my thong all the way down.

I gasped when he simultaneously pushed another finger into my now dripping pussy and started licking and sucking my clit. He was finger fucking my hot wet cunt hard now, and he alternated between flicking my clit with his tongue and sucking long and hard on it.

Before I knew it, I could feel my pussy start to tighten around his fingers and I braced onto the doorknob as I felt my first orgasm coming. My legs started shaking uncontrollably as I came onto his fingers and into his mouth. Once I stopped shuddering and was able to (at least slightly) control my own body again, he pulled his fingers out of my pussy and stood up.

"Want a taste?" he asked, putting his dripping fingers up towards my mouth.

"Mmm," I replied, sucking my cum off of his fingers. "I'm more excited to taste something else, though," I cooed as I reached down to unbuckle pants. I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, then knelt down between him and the door and pulled his pants and underwear down around his ankles.

I licked my lips in excitement when I saw that his package was exactly what I was expecting, and hoping for. He wasn't the biggest I have ever had (I've fucked a few black guys in my time), but he was a solid 8 inches and a thickness that made my pussy tingle with excitement and my mouth water at the thought of it being filled with it. I love sucking dicks, honestly. I could get off while giving a blowjob without even touching myself, purely because of the amazing mixture of the dominance a man has standing over you and the control that I have knowing that his pleasure is in my hands (or in this case, mouth).

I started to tease him a bit by licking the very tip of his dick. I then licked down the shaft, and he moaned when I took each of his balls into my mouth and gently sucked on them. Once I was done with that, I licked my way back up to the head of his cock and finally took it in into my mouth. My left hand was pumping the bottom part of his shaft that I couldn't easily reach as I bobbed and sucked on the top part, and my right hand was fondling his balls. He gasped when I reached one of my fingers back further and gently rubbed on the sensitive part between his testicles and his asshole.

I continued sucking on his cock and pushing it as deep back into my throat as I could without gagging. I moaned when he reached down and started rolling my nipples between his fingers, which in turn made his moan from the vibrations I made around his dick. He practically shouted in pleasure when I reached around and grabbed onto his ass and pulled his hard cock into my mouth. My lips briefly touched the base of his cock when I gagged and pulled his prick out of my mouth.

I repeated this again, except this time loosening my throat so that once his entire dick was buried in my mouth, I started bobbing my head up and down as I deep-throated him. I finally pulled his cock out of my mouth, a string of spit still connecting it to me, and looked up into his hungry eyes with my own equally hungry glare.

"I want you to fuck me," I muttered, and he pulled me up and turned me around. He bent me over so that my forearms were pressed against the door, my back was arched and my ass was up in the air with my legs spread apart, my sopping pussy waiting in anticipation to be filled by his cock.

Now it was his turn to tease me as he grabbed my ass and started kneading it, making me sigh each time his fingers slightly grazed my pussy lips.

"Please fuck me, I need your cock inside me NOW," I begged, barely being able to contain myself.

He finally gave into my pleas and in one slow motion he grabbed onto my hips and eased his cock into my pussy. My moan started off quiet and got louder as his dick pushed deeper and deeper into my cunt. Once he was fully inside of me, he wasted no time and started thrusting hard and fast into my hot pussy.

He reached his right hand around to start playing with my clit while his left hand reached up and started rubbing and rolling my nipples in between his fingers. By this point I was moaning and shouting, and he was grunting with each deep thrust. Every once in a while I would hear someone walk by his door and I would chuckle when I looked through the peephole and see their reaction when they realized I was being fucked right on the other side. A few people were appalled, while others were curious or turned on. I laughed when I saw one guy usher his friend over to the door and push their ears against it to try and hear everything that was happening.

"Oh god, fuck yes your cock feels so fucking good in my tight 19-year-old pussy," I shouted, partially for our observers' benefit, and partially because his cock did feel absolutely fucking fantastic going in and out of my dripping wet cunt.

He leaned over and started nibbling on the spot right where my neck meets my shoulder blade and I moaned even louder, since this is one of my most sensitive and erotic spots on my body.

"Does my cock feel good thrusting deep inside your hot wet cunt?" he groaned into my ear as he fucked me harder and harder, his balls slapping up against my ass.

"Fuck yes, oh my god I love your fucking dick deep inside of me," I half moaned, half shouted.

I inhaled sharply when he moved his left hand from my tit and pressed his thumb against my asshole. I let out a huge groan of pleasure and pain as he pushed his middle finger into the entrance of my pink rosebud, all the way in, deep into my asshole.

"OH MY GOD," I shouted as he started pulling his finger in and out of my ass while continuing to fuck me just as hard and still play with my clit.

"Yeah, you like it when I finger fuck your asshole while I shove my cock in and out of your pussy, don't you?" he said while leaning into me, making sure that every possible inch of him was inside of me.

"Yes... oh YES...fuck...oh god... OH GOD," I shrieked, my pussy starting to tighten as all three sensations were starting to push me over the edge.

"Yeah, baby. Squeeze my cock with you cunt. Come for me, come all over my cock," he moaned, knowing that I was going to burst any minute.

"Oh... oh...OH... OH GOD... FUCK... FUCK I'M GONNA CUM.... OH GOD I'M CUMMING... I'M CUMMING!" He held me up to keep me from collapsing as the most intense orgasm rushed over me. It seemed to last forever as my body was shuddering from intense never-ending pleasure.

As I was finishing, he slowly continued to pump his cock in and out of me. Once I was done, he started going faster and faster again, and I knew he was coming close to finishing, himself. He grunted loudly as he pumped his cock harder and harder inside of me.

"SHIT, I'M GONNA CUM!" he shouted as I felt his balls tightening every time they hit my ass.

"Come all over my ass, baby," I pleaded. With that he pulled his cock out of my cunt and shot his load all over my ass and lower back. His warm jizz felt so good against my skin, and my own cum started dripping out of my cunt down my leg. He got down and licked my cum from my ankle all the way back up to my pussy and slurped the rest of my juices out of my cunt. Then he scooped up his jizz from my ass and reached around and fed it to me. The taste and his warm, salty spunk going down my throat made me want more.

I knelt down and took his cock in my mouth, savoring the mixture of his cum and my own juices. I sucked him until his cock was completely clean, then I stood up and he pulled me hard against him, kissing me with even more force than the first time. I pulled back and smiled at him coyly.

"You know I should probably take a shower. I don't think my parents would approve of cum dripping down my leg, and I'm sure my stepdad would not take it well if he found out that cum was from one of his employees," I laughed, and we both made our way to the bathroom.

In the shower, we rinsed each other off and rubbed soap all over each other's bodies, him paying special attention to my tits and pussy, and me paying special attention to his dick. This made him hard again and I ended up sucking him off in the shower until he came all over my face and tits. I rinsed off again the got out and dried off. After I got dressed, he walked me back out to my car, kissing me one more time before I left.

And that was the beginning of a fantastic summer fling...



Drinks and Coffee



I sat in the back corner of Zorba’s and drank my third tiny cup of their Greek coffee. My head was no clearer, and I wondered if I should switch to retsina. I poked my lunch with my fork and sighed.

“You look like someone stole your teddy bear.”

I looked up into the smiling face of a woman with bright blue eyes, a wide, warm smile and thick black hair gathered into a heavy braid. She was about my height, but with an athletic build and she looked terribly familiar though I could not place her name to save my life.

She grinned wider. “Don’t know me with my clothes on, Dazzle? I’m Steph.”

I felt my throat and then my face grow warm as I blushed. I hoped she didn’t notice. “I guess not.” I waved at the chair facing me. “You’re welcome to join me.”

Steph sat down smiling. “That looks great, I love their pastichio.”

I shoved the plate across to her, “You eat it… I’m drinking.”

She looked at my coffee and my water and laughed. “Woo hoo! Heavy drinker here boy oh boy!”

Her smile was infectious and I laughed. Then I remembered Race and Anna and the tangled sweaty sheets I’d fled and I began to shake.

She same around the table and took the chair beside me. She held my hand and patted it a minute. “Take a deep breath, Baby-girl. Close your eyes, then take another.”

Obediently I did as she said. I could feel the shaking ease a bit. When I opened my eyes again, she had a forkful of food poised at my mouth. I laughed and took the bite.

“That’s my good Baby-girl,” she told me approvingly. “You going to tell me what happened to send you into a tailspin?” Her eyes were kind, and she was still holding my hand.

I intended to tell her thanks and let it go, but my mouth had other ideas. “You remember the bachelor party?”

She smiles, a slow, lazy grin that started in her eyes and filled them, spilling into her face, until I could almost feel heat coming off her like a stove. “I sure do, baby girl,” she told me. “My boss is still trying to get you to come in and dance for him regularly. He’d give me five hundred dollars cash if I brought you in to take a set.”

“He’s out of his mind.” The enormity of what she said distracted me.

She fed me another bite of my lunch. “He’s had requests... insistent ones.” She kissed my cheek softly. “So what about the bachelor party?”

I took a deep breath. “Race and Anna seduced me last night, and they want me back again.” The words just spilled out of my mouth.

Steph sat back in her chair and stared at me. “They did what?”

I felt relieved as I told her, the wine, the bed, the chains, and the sex. I blushed the whole time, but it was a huge weight off my chest to tell someone else. Through it all, Steph made me eat, she curled my hand around the fork and nudged it to my mouth whenever I started shaking.

God bless her, Steph hugged me when I was done. “No wonder you’re upset.” She pulled a ten out of her purse and laid it on the table. “Hey, Jason, ten cover Dazzle’s lunch?” she called to the man at the register.

“Ya, that does it,” he told her, smiling.

She dropped the ten on the table and got up, dragging me after her. “C’mon, baby girl. Let’s go someplace we can talk.”

Steph had a large second floor apartment with a lovely view of the train yards. She had a big airy kitchen, a huge living room. The bedroom was nearly as large as the living room. The bathroom was the same size as the kitchen and tiled in lemon yellow and glossy black. Her costumes littered the living room, along with a sewing machine and a huge pile of assorted trim; sequins, beads and ribbons of all kinds. She made us tea, ands settled on the couch. I took the other end of the couch and picked up a card of ribbon, rewinding it just so I didn’t sit there idle.

Steph picked up a bright green bra and began sewing sequins in place. She flashed me a big grin. “So Dazzle, did you like it?”

I choked on my tea. “What the heck kind of question is that?”

She laughed and kept sewing. “The only question that matters really. If you found it …pleasurable…and you really liked what you all did together… that’s where you start.”

I put my mug on the coffee table and stared at her. There was nothing in her eyes but simple kindness and a lot of laughter. I closed my eyes. In seconds the feelings flooded back, Race’s hands on my hips, fingers gripping hard, his thick shaft driving into me. I shivered, heat and pleasure rippling though me. My eyes snapped open.

Steph watched me, her mouth hanging open in awe. “Good heavens… did you just…”

I could feel the blush rise up my neck, and prayed to every god I knew that she wasn’t the kind who could tell when a black person blushed. My panties were decidedly wet and I got up and fled for the bathroom to dry and clean myself.

Steph was waiting when I left the bathroom. She pushed me back onto the couch and sat beside me. “Baby girl, if you could do that onstage, French would pay you any money you asked.”

I wanted the earth to open at my feet and swallow me alive. I could not remember ever being so embarrassed in my entire life. The thought of being on the runway flicked in my memory, merged with the feel of Race’s fingers filling my mouth, his teeth on my breast and Anna’s tongue flickering between my legs. I whimpered.

Steph pulled me closer until I lay half-sprawled on the couch, my head pillowed on her chest, her arms secure around me. “Baby-girl, you have got to get a grip,” she told me firmly. “How long have you known these people?”

“Always,” I told her, my voice breathy. Images of Race and Anna spun through my head. For Anna I’d attended a couple of football games, just so I could honestly tell her how she looked during the cheers. Anna perched on the railing of the deck at my parent’s house, posed like that silhouette girl you see on the mud-flaps of some trucks. Anna going up the stairs ahead of me as we ran to English. Anna dragging me to buy a prom dress, then patiently doing my makeup. That night would have been disaster, but Race had walked in, taken me away from my date, and together we’d laughed and danced and watched Anna be beautiful.

Suddenly I was back in the now and sobbing on Steph’s shoulder. She was warm and soft and smelled faintly of sandalwood. I could feel the soft swell of her breast under my chin. She stroked my hair and my back and made little murmuring noises into my ear. I felt calm and floaty. I sagged in her arms boneless and comfortable and safe.

Steph said something, it sounded like, “Baby girl, you should not be let out without a keeper.” She slithered out from under me. I remember making some sort of protest. But she kissed my forehead and covered me with a blanket. She asked me a question, and I think I answered her, but then I was asleep.

I woke up because I smelled ham baking. I knew I was at Steph’s, on her couch, but I felt rested and comfortable. I stretched under the blanket and rolled onto my side. I opened my eyes and froze.

Race sat on the floor, his eyes barely inches from mine. He reached out, caressed my cheek. “Have we ruined things Daisy-darling?” His dark eyes searched mine, anxious, loving, soft. “Did we scare you?”

My heart kicked and I couldn’t breathe. I stared at his face, his full mouth, the little grin that usually touched his lips was missing now. He looked serious and concerned. I did not remember ever seeing that look on his face before.

He leaned closer, touched my lips with his. His hand slid to the back of my head, holding me still as he kissed me. His lips were soft on mine. He coaxed my mouth open gently, then harder, forcing his tongue inside as his hand gripped hard and pulled me closer. He kissed me deeply, his mouth demanding.

I whimpered in his mouth as I flushed all over with heat and desire.

He broke the kiss, laughing a little. He dragged me off the couch and onto the floor into her lap. “Daisy-darling you scared us half to death. Never run like that again, promise me. Anna and I nearly called the cops looking for you.”

I heard the sound of heels, and then Anna squatted in front of us. Her glossy hair fell in front of the shoulder, and I could almost see the gleam of her panties up her skirt. She pushed her hair back, holding it out of her way with one had. “You ok, sweetie?” she asked, her eyes wide and anxious. “We were scared witless when you left like that.”

“I was scared,” I told her truthfully. I didn’t know why I wasn’t scared now, but I felt good in Race’s arms, safe and wanted.

“Dinner,” Steph called. 

Anna got up, helped me to my feet. She hugged me hard, then walked to the kitchen. Race and I followed.

“No alcohol,” Steph said firmly. “You guys need clear heads.”

Race laughed and stood behind a chair. “I like you, Steph.”

Steph waved at us to sit down. “That’s what they all say.”

Race stayed on his feet until we were seated. “Smells great, thanks Steph.”

I ate hungrily, we all did. The ham was tender and Steph had gotten the edges all sweet and crispy. 

Anna tasted the meat, looked at me, then smiled slowly. “Sweet and yummy.”

I blushed.

Steph swatted Anna. “Be good.”

Anna struck a sex-kitten pose. “I’m always good!”

We all laughed, and somehow, it was easy to be there. We laughed and ate and cleaned up in a friendly companionable way. Steph made coffee, spiking each cup, but gently.

“I know its none of my business,” Steph remarked. “But you three need to talk. And you probably need a referee.”

Race smiled and my heart gave a funny lurch. I loved that smile. I had always loved that smile. “Thanks Steph.” He held his hand out to me. “Come home with us, Daisy darling?”

Anna leaned forward, her cup cradled in her hands. “Please sweetie, we have plenty of room, we bought the house thinking of all of us. Race and I both make tons of money so that isn’t a problem either.”

I had taken Race’s hand from long habit, comforted as always by the warmth of his fingers. Now I froze.

“I think you might want to start a little further back,” Steph remarked. “Little details like why and for how long and when you hatched this plan might help.”

“Always,” Anna was perfectly sincere. She turned to me. “We’ve always wanted you, sweetie. Always. Those years in Waterbury were god awful, and I never want you so far away again.”

“I…” I had to stop and clear my throat. “I missed you too, you know that.”

Anna frowned and looked to Race.

He tightened his hold on my hand. “Not just missed you,” he used his reasonable voice. The same one he used when he talked me into posing on our English teacher’s desk. “I’m sorry it took us so long to be stable enough to be able to support you.” He grinned at all of us. “It couldn’t be helped, only you and Anna know I’m a genius.”

I laughed and felt a little calmer.

“So what are we talking?” Steph asked, “Sex toy? Second wife?”

Race looked annoyed and Anna flinched.

Steph merely grinned, “Someone has to use short words in this crowd. You guys will never get to the point otherwise.”

Race laughed reluctantly. “Yeah, we’re good at that.”

Anna looked tense, unhappy and lost, like she used to when we were younger. I hated that lost look in her eyes. Usually it meant she’d do something rash, or hurtful. 

I got out of my chair and put my cup on the table, Then I went to her and put my arms around her. She huddled against me and nuzzled into my chest. I held her and felt more myself than I had since dinner the night before. This was my friend, the one who needed me sometimes, and sometimes was the one who tried to explain all about the real world. I felt strong and brave and confident, which is a lot better than feeling like myself. 

I kissed the top of Anna’s head, hugging her gently. “We’ll always have Paris,” I told her, using one of our well-worn lines.

She smiled as she always did. “We’ve never gone to Paris,” she answered. She turned in her chair and wrapped on arm around my waist. “I don’t know how to say it. I really want you to live with us, or if you really want to have your own place, at least spend lots more time with us.”

“Now that you guys live close again…”

Anna shook her head. “No. Not like we used to. I mean, the way we, Race and I, always wanted to be with you.”

New, confident me had the guts to meet Race’s eyes, then Anna’s. “You mean, like dating spend time?”

Race smiled, his eyes dark, “We can date too. We want to take you places and spoil you silly, but I was a bit more interested in you naked and in bed with us in a permanent sort of way.”

The new brave me had a sudden urge to run and hide. “Yeah, well…”

Anna caught my wrist with surprising strength. I’d forgotten cheerleaders were strong in their own right. “No. Not like that,” she told me fiercely. “I want to be married to you, I want to wake up beside you. I want to know you’ll be there when I come home from work. I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”

“We should have said something sooner, but we wanted to be sure we could support you.” Race spoke quietly, serious as he seldom was. “We don’t want you as a housekeeper or a Cinderella. We want to marry you. It won’t work without you. We aren’t whole if you aren’t with us.”

I stared, struck speechless.

Race left his chair and wrapped his arms around Anna and me. “Daisy-darling, you’re all we’ve ever wanted. Please say yes. Come home with us, live with us, love us, let us love you.” His eyes glinted. “We’ve bought you chains and silk and really wicked clothes.”

I moved, intending to step away, but Race and Anna had their arms tight around me. “No,” Race said flatly. “No more running, darling.”

“Give her room to breathe, Race. Dazzle won’t run.” Steph leaned forward and patted my empty chair. “Take a breath. Sit down. Finish your coffee.”

Steph’s voice sounded like reason. I disentangled myself and resumed my chair. I gripped my cup and stared at my friends, trying to understand what they were thinking. They were quite serious. I could see it in their eyes.

“I’m… I’m at a loss,” I told them. “I mean, this isn’t exactly normal…” I felt silly as the words left my mouth. Race had never valued normal.

Steph said, “How do you two see this working. I mean, you really plan to support her?”

Anna said seriously, “She doesn’t have to work if she doesn’t want to, we can pay her an allowance so she has pocket money. Or she can work at whatever will make her happy.”

“I’d really rather you lived with us, Daisy-darling, but if you need your own place, that’s something we’ll just live with.” Race smiled at me as he stroked Anna’s hair. “We’re still us, darling. We can work everything out, I promise. Come home with us now?”

“You really want me… I mean…as if I was … pretty or something?”

Race pulled me from my chair and dragged me into his arms. He held me against him so tightly I could feel the bulge in his pants growing against my stomach. He stared into my eyes, his eyes so dark they almost looked black. He drove his tongue into my mouth, sweeping in past my teeth and filling my mouth until I could barely breathe. He held me prisoner against him, kissing me until my knees wouldn’t hold me upright. “Daisy darling, if you looked or felt or smelled any better, I’d take you here and now,” he said hoarsely. His eyes bored into mine, his gaze hungry and demanding. “Tell us yes, darling. Tell us yes.”

I glanced at Anna, then at Race. I saw our past unroll before me and realized suddenly, I did not have to give them up. “Yes,” I told Anna and then Race, said it twice so there could be no mistake. “Yes.”

“Thank god.” Race crushed me against him, kissing me fiercely. When he released my lips, I was dazed and my mouth felt bruised. “We’re all going home.”

Anna leaped to her feet and kissed me. When she stepped back, her eyes glowed. “I’ll start the car,” she said happily. She hugged Steph, “Thank you, thank you, thank you! If you ever need anything, you call us.” She left the kitchen and moments later I heard the door open and then close.

Steph put her hands on her hips and watched us. “You don’t have to go with them if you don’t want to,” she told me. “And you can always come back here.” She leaned closer and kissed me softly. Her lips were warm and softer than silk. She teased my lips with her tongue, then stepped closer, exploring my mouth with hers. She slid her tongue over mine and suckled it. She buried her hands in my hair and kissed me sweetly. Her mouth tasted of sweet coffee, and she smelled of sandalwood. “Don’t be a stranger now, Dazzle.”

Races led me out of her apartment, down the stairs and out to the car where Anna was waiting to take us home.



Drinks at the Bar



This is one of those, "I never thought it could happen to me" confessions. Actually it's more like two of them. One is I never thought something could make such a dramatic difference in my sex life with my husband, Jim. The other is the actual activity that caused the change.

To begin, my name is Claudia. I've been married to Jim for 26 years; we are both 48. We married right out of college when I discovered I was pregnant with our only child, a daughter. Jim is a midlevel executive with an oil company. For 25 years, I was a high school English teacher. I retired last year, and have taken a part-time job teaching a remedial class at the local community college.

Jim travels about once a month for work and I'd always wanted to go along with him, but almost never could because of work or motherhood commitments. Now, with our daughter off on her own and work responsibilities reduced, I looked forward to some adventures with my husband.

I guess I'd always romanticized Jim's trips, and often imagined some pretty wild and erotic things we would get up to. These fantasies would be used to supply needed relief when Jim wasn't around or if he was just too tired. The frequency of our sexual activities had really declined over the last 5 years or so. 

I really thought things would improve once the classroom didn't drain so much of my energy. What I didn't realize was that Jim suffered from reduced libido due to stress and lack of energy as much as I did. So, although my sex drive has returned, and maybe even increased in the last year, that doesn't seem to be the case with Jim.

Moving along, the "incident", as Jim and I have come to refer to it, happened exactly 4 weeks ago. We flew to Washington D.C. and stayed at the J. W. Marriott Hotel. Jim managed to get our tickets upgraded to first class, and I was in a very good mood. 

Since our other trips had left a little to be desired romance-wise, I talked Jim into staying over Saturday night so we could see a bit of the museums on the Capitol Mall and not have the pressure of Jim needing to attend meetings the next day. 

Things were going really well. The hotel is beautiful and located right next to the Mall. We got back from the Smithsonian about 4:30 and took a nap before dinner. We ate at the hotel, finishing about 9:30 pm. Jim was feeling great and suggested we stop by the lounge for a couple more drinks. 

I told Jim I'd rather go back to the room and attack him. Plus, I was worried if he drank too much, he wouldn't be able to perform. But he was insistent, so we stopped in. 

The tables were pretty full with couples and small groups while the seats at the bar were virtually deserted. We sat down and as the bartender approached for our order, I thought he looked really familiar but couldn't place him. 

He was very tall, about 6'6", well built, maybe 25-to-30 years old, and black. After he'd gone to get the drinks, I asked Jim if he remembered the man. Jim said he didn't, but I was sure I'd seen him before. Jim made a crack about me having a secret life. 

"Only a fantasy one," I shot back, thinking that this young black hunk was soon to be included in it.

When my newest imaginary lover returned with the drinks, I saw his nametag, and everything clicked into place.

"Franco!" I exclaimed, "It's been a long time." 

He looked at me, puzzled.

"I'm Claudia, Jamie's mother."

It took about five seconds, but the realization finally came over his face.

"Oh my God," he smiled broadly, "How long has it been?" He extended his hand.

I shook it and re-introduced Jim, who was, of course, still puzzled.

"You remember Franco, don't you Jim? He dated Jill for a couple of years in college." Jill had been Jamie's roommate. "He was over to the house a couple of times for parties with Jamie's friends, weren't you Franco?"

"I think so. It's really been a while. What's it been three or four years? It's good to see you again. And don't worry about the drinks, they're on the house tonight."

Franco paid us as much attention as he could, but drink orders for the tables kept him pretty busy. For a while, he talked to Jim about basketball. Franco had a scholarship at college, but wasn't good enough for the pros. 

As they chatted, my mind began to wander to a fantasy I had for a while. OK, it's not too hard to figure out, older white wife, young black stud. You get the picture. And, since I was already determined to get some action from Jim, the mental pictures I was now having were creating quite a juice flow in me.

The fantasy had begun one time when Franco was at a party at our house. Jim and I tried to stay out of the way, but as I was bringing out more refreshments, I overheard part of a conversation two coeds were having as they hungrily eyed Franco dancing with Jill.

"I heard he's proportionate," was all I heard, but it was enough initiate secret thoughts, secret fantasies. 

At the bar, I eyed Franco, and wondered if he could tell what I was thinking. I flirted with him a bit, showing the cleavage I'd prepared for Jim's benefit. A couple of times, I let the hem of my skirt ride up so the tops of my thigh-highs were visible. 

I don't know what effect it had on Franco, but it got me hotter and hotter. I pursed my lips when ordering, and slid my tongue slowly across my upper lip after sipping my drink keeping me eyes fixed on his.

We were finishing our third round around 10:30 when Franco came over and said his shift was over. He wished us a good night. 

"Mmmm," I said, wrapping my arm around Jim by way of saying goodbye to Franco, "I've got to get old Jim upstairs. I promised him a wild night." I was talking about my husband, but I was still flirting with the black man.

"Why don't you come up to our room for a night cap?" Jim asked. 

I was flabbergasted! I was ready to hump a beer bottle, and here Jim was asking this guy back to our room! Hopefully, he'd say no.

"Why not?" asked Franco. So we all went upstairs. 

In the room, Jim opened beers for all of us. When they were gone, Jim opened three more. When Franco went to use the toilet, I had to talk to Jim.

"What's going on?" I asked in a hushed voice

"What do you mean, what's going on?"

"What's this guy doing in our room?"

"Uh, having a drink? What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about why you invited this total stud back to our room. Are you expecting him to make a move? Or me?"

"Do you want him to make a move on you?"

"Do you? Cause I'm so hot right now that, if he pulled his cock out, I'd do pretty much whatever he wanted." 

Jim hesitated, "No, I guess not, but I noticed how much attention you were paying him at the bar."

"Just harmless flirting. I thought it might help you get it up. " I said through gritted teeth being deliberately cruel with Jim for delaying our tryst. "Get him out of here, so we can play."

"OK."

When Franco returned, we finished the second beer, and Jim thanked Franco for stopping by.

"Is that it," Franco asked.

"Uh, yeah," said Jim.

"Well what was all that erotic play back at the bar?" Franco was looking at me for the answer.

I blushed. "I'm sorry if you misunderstood, Franco. That was meant for my husband. We're really not swingers."

"You really should be more considerate. I passed on a date I could have had with one of the couples at a table to come up here. Now, you want me to go home with blue balls?"

"We're really sorry," said Jim. "We didn't mean to lead anyone on. Claudia's right, we've never done any swinging."

"But you've thought about it," said Franco, taking over. "You've played little fantasy games about it."

We didn't answer. Yes we had conversations. Yes, Jim said he'd like to see me with another guy. But it was just fantasy. Nothing real.

"Very well," said Franco, looking directly at me, "you started all this so why don't you give me a hand job, and we'll call it even? It would be all right, wouldn't it?" Franco turned his head to look at Jim. "It's only a harmless hand job. And besides," turning back to me, "I'll bet you really want to see if I'm hung like black guys are supposed to be, don't you Claudia?"

There was total silence. I couldn't speak. Of course, I wanted to see, but I couldn't say that in front of Jim. Finally, Jim said, "It's really up to Claudia." Both men looked at me.

You bastard, Jim I thought, well if you don't have the balls to stand up to him, then fuck it. I'll jerk this stud off. As my mind raced ahead, my clit tingled in my panties.

"Ok," I said as I got up and walked over to Jim. My body blocked Franco's view as I bent down and kissed Jim on the cheek. I whispered in his ear, "You want a show, I'll give you a show, but I'll bet you're as eager as I am to see that big black cock, aren't you?" 

I squeezed his crotch. Jim was definitely hard, all right.

"Just a hand job, right?" Jim's question was more of a plea.

Franco sat on the room's love seat. I sat next to him and slowly moved my hand to his crotch. The bulge was very impressive, and expanded as I rubbed my hand up and down. I pulled down the zipper and extracted his semi-hard phallus. It was beautiful and black. Not fully hard, it was easily inches bigger than Jim's on his best day. As I stroked him, I decided to tease-talk both men.

"Mmmm. You have a really big cock. It's much bigger than Jim's. Isn't it honey?" Holding it by the base, I turned to look at Jim. He simply swallowed and stared.

Franco finally stopped growing at 9.5 inches but I kept stroking.

"Use two hands," Franco urged.

I put my other hand on his cock, but the position was not very conducive to a good hand job.

"Like this," Franco said, as he took my shoulders and guided me off the small couch and onto my knees on the floor.

I was facing his beautiful organ, not eighteen inches from my mouth. I could see Jim, off to my right. He had removed his own meat and began to beat it. 

My face drifted closer and closer to his mighty cock as I massaged Franco with both hands. Even with both hands on him, there was still about three or four inches sticking out. It was now eight inches away and I wasn't sure I could stop myself from slipping it into my mouth.

"It's no good, breathed Franco in frustration. "I really need some lubricant to get off. Some KY jelly or something. Have you got any?"

"No," I told him. "Will saliva do?" 

Yes, I wanted desperately to blow that gorgeous black dick.

"Is Jim Ok with that?" Franco asked. "This was just supposed to be a hand job."

"I don't think Jim minds, do you sweetie?" I asked, looking at my husband. Jim was silent.

I moved forward and took Franco into my mouth. My pussy was on fire. I don't think I'd ever been so hot.

"Do it, Claudia. Make him cum," Jim said, wanking furiously in the other chair.

I looked up at Franco. "I've never had black cum. Do it for me. Shoot it in my mouth." I swooped down until my lips met my top hand. I jerked him and moved my head up and down.

"Like this," Franco said, grabbing my hair and holding my head still while he fucked my mouth. 

Jim couldn't take anymore, and I heard him let go with a groan. It wasn't long for Franco either.

"Oh God, here it comes," Franco said. 

Spurt after spurt blasted my mouth. I was so hot I swallowed, something I've almost never done. I rarely let Jim cum in my mouth, but when I do, I always spit into a tissue afterwards.

I kept nursing at Franco's cock as it slowly deflated. I pulled it from my mouth and inspected it for any traces of his juice. I'd done a thorough job, but licked its length several times anyway. Finally, I kissed it on the head and pushed it back into Franco's fly, and zipped up.

I struggled to my feet, and then helped Franco up.

"Thank you. I enjoyed that so much," I told him.

"Um, you're welcome" Franco said as he departed.

As I turned back into the room, I saw Jim slumped in the chair, his eyes closed. He was breathing deeply. His cock had shrunk back into his pants, invisible. But there were some wet spots around his crotch. I walked over. Bending down, I ran my hand up his thigh. He opened his eyes and looked at me.

"Sorry, babe, but I'm done down there for tonight."

"I know, sweetie, but nobody's helped me out yet. I'm going to need some of this soft wet tongue of yours." 

I took Jim's head in both hands and placed my lips on his. I slowly opened my mouth making sure he did the same, and then slid my tongue in. I kissed with all the pent up passion in me, stroking his tongue with mine, and eventually luring his tongue into my mouth. He swabbed it around. Our lips got all slimy from Franco's load. Neither of us mentioned it, but it turned me on to have Jim kiss me like that, not that I needed it.

I pulled away and lay back on the bed. Raising my hips, I slipped off my panties, leaving all my other clothes on. Looking at Jim, I moved my hand between my thighs and caressed my clit. Jim likes to watch me do myself. It felt great, but that wasn't how I wanted to finish the evening. Moving my hand to my thigh, I spread my legs farther.

"Lick me. You can't believe how hot Franco got me. I want you to get me off with your tongue."

Jim did as I requested. The heat generated by the blowjob transformed into an incredible set of orgasms. It went on for minutes before I finally pushed Jim's face away. I fell immediately asleep fully clothed, minus panties, of course.

* * * *

As I said, that was four weeks ago. I had heard about couples that claimed an extramarital fling had saved their marriage and improved their sex life. Well, I don't think Jim and I were heading for divorce court, but our sex life certainly improved. 

What had been spiraling down to once a month sex has now improved to five times a week. On two Saturdays, we had morning and evening sessions. Franco's cock has taken a central role as I routinely related how exciting the encounter was for me. 

When I'm being quiet, Jim takes the lead and describes how hard he became watching me, how he got so turned on he had to jerk off. One thing that surprised me was that Jim didn't ask me to swallow his cum. I really thought he would. He hasn't though, and even explained it to me in a way that I guess I can understand.

"You never have done that for me, just as I'd never just pulled out my dick and jerked off like that before either. It was really something I just had to do based on how turned on I was at the moment. 

"It seems like it was like that with you. You were just in some other world or something, and being so turned on, swallowing was what you needed to do. It's knowing you were so 'out of control' you had to swallow for him, something you'd never think of doing otherwise that really turns me on about 'the incident'. 

"If you asked me to cum in your mouth and swallow, it wouldn't be because you really wanted to and had to, like you did with Franco, but because you thought you owed it to me because you did it for him. I get turned on knowing you're turned on. Sucking me off wouldn't be as exciting for you as sucking him off and so, swallowing for me wouldn't be as much of a turn on as remembering you doing it for him."

Anyway, our sex life has picked up quite a bit, and I'm very happy with that. Jim wants to know if I want to do it again. For now, no.



Drinks with Dorothy Perkins



It's a casual Tuesday night and we meet up for dinner after work at one of our favorite understated restaurants. As usual Niko arrives early, and I'm running a few minutes late. By now I've become a lot more punctual and he, a lot more understanding. It's been seven years since we met in college, and two since we moved out to San Francisco together to build our careers. 

I spot him at our usual table, casual yet put together in gray pants and a white shirt, sleeves carelessly rolled up. I'm wearing a maroon silk long-sleeve dress and my steel gray trench coat. He slips my coat off, and I turn around into his arms for a sweet kiss. We sit down and I start telling him about my day. There has been a bottleneck in the handmade lace supply because workers in our Sri Lanka factory have gone on strike. My newest intern presented her research on the Kenyan market we have been planning on entering. He listens patiently, lovingly. We don't order because the waiter knows us well and brings out our drinks while we wait for our food. Niko sips his Old Fashion as he tells me a new venture capital firm he has partnered with. When our food arrives, we continue to chat and laugh, enjoying each other's company. 

As I shovel alternate slices of fresh mozzarella and cherry tomatoes wrapped in basil into my watering mouth, Niko asks me what I think of the man seated at the bar. I subtly steal a glance and find a handsome man enjoying a plate of oysters and a dry martini. My eyes trace his strong shoulders, his sharp jawline, his piercing green eyes. His olive skin is decorated with just the right amount of stubble, and his dark hair reflects flecks of gray. He is a Persian Adonis. I'm intrigued. 

I cooly tell Niko he looks debonair and has an effect of mystery. Niko coyly admits that he was looking at him while waiting for me to arrive. Together we are transported back to our college days where he revealed to me his deepest fantasies. Twirling his tongue around a man's hard, pulsing cock. Tasting come drip down deep in the back of his throat. Watching another man inside me while Niko's cock teases his ass. This night just became far more interesting. We look up from our fantasies and both blush a little. 

Niko's face breaks into a devilish grin. Without breaking our silence, we decide to have a little fun. We order another martini for this mystery man. Our gaze stalks the waiter as he carries the drink to our newest point of interest and motions in our direction. We all raise our glasses in acknowledgment of one another. Niko and I are charged with sexual tension and anticipation, but we cannot figure out what he is thinking. Our mystery man remains cool. Unaffected. And continues sucking his raw oysters from their cold shells. 

Soon Niko and I return to our conversation about the dinner party we are hosting this weekend, enjoying each other's company as usual. We finish our meals and wait comfortably for the check. Instead, the waiter sets a decadent chocolate mousse in between us and motions to the bar. Our mystery man offers a seductive smile and winks at us. He grabs his drink, casually walks toward our table and introduces himself. We introduce ourselves as well and invite him to share dessert. We let him talk about what he does, where he grew up, and his love for San Francisco. We tell him about us. There is an obvious connection between the three of us. The waiter brings the check, Niko pays, and then invites our mystery man for drinks at our apartment. I chime in excitedly, telling him he must join us. He agrees, and we give him the address to our apartment. 

Niko and I wave goodbye and walk to our car, my hand wrapped through his arm. Once enveloped by the privacy of our vehicle, we smile at each other giddily. We are both equally excited about the night ahead. 

When we get to our apartment, our mystery man has not arrive yet. Niko slams me against the elevator wall and kisses my lips hard, his tongue down my throat. He moves to my neck, gently biting. His forceful hands make their way under my soft silk dress. He slips my La Perla maroon lace thong to the side with his experienced fingers and slips one into my pussy. I'm so wet. We want each other. We want the mystery man. Once we reach our floor, Niko lets me go. He walks out of the elevator as if nothing has happened. I follow, desperate for his cock. 

When we get to our beautiful one bedroom apartment in The Mission, I tidy up a little and Niko uses the bathroom while we wait for our unexpected guest.

The doorbell rings and I saunter over to answer it. Mystery man and I kiss on the cheek, and I invite him inside. As I give him a tour, Niko emerges from our room and welcomes the mystery man to our home. We make our way to the living room and Niko asks him what he would like to drink. He chooses to sit in the single armchair and I curl my feet up on the couch. Niko brings me a glass of my favorite 90 Gualdo del Re 2003 L'Rennero Merlot and they enjoy the eighteen-year old Glenmorangie scotch. He takes up his spot next to me and drapes his toned arm around me. The conversation flows naturally. We all click.

As the night gets darker, we all talk and laugh and drink. Niko and I have exchanged quite a few kisses. Our mystery man doesn't mind at all. Niko orders me to fill our guest's glass. I get up from the couch, walk over to the bar, and pour the remaining scotch into his glass. As I hand mystery man his drink, his fingers wrap around mine over the glass. We gaze at each other for what feels like lifetime, a little hesitant. I stare at his full lips longing to trace my tongue along the outline where his lips part. As my mind flushed with desire and my lower half yearned for his touch, I lean in and plant a dangerous kiss on his mouth. He grabs my wrist and pulls me down to embrace me in a long sensual kiss. When we come back to reality - in the armchair in my apartment - we look at Niko who is looking at us. We've all been thinking about this the entire night. 

I take mystery man's hand and pull him out of his chair. The three of us stand, eyes locked on one another, in the middle of the dimly-lit living room sullied by our fantasies. Niko leads us all to our room. Our room is sleek yet calming. It has Niko's sex dungeon influences with my quirky touches. None of us have said anything since mystery man and I kissed. When we get inside, Niko pulls me close and kisses me lovingly; it's been years but we love each other just as much, if not more, than we did in the beginning. He looks deep into my eyes, and without words we tell each other we love each other. And, that we both want what lies ahead with our guest. 

Niko lets me go a little, and our mystery man fills in behind me, facing Niko, and kisses my neck. His full lips feel like velvet against my skin and send shivers down to my lower half. Niko continues to kiss my lips, my hands running down his chest, down his stomach, to his big hard pulsing cock. mystery man grabs me, turns me around and shoves his tongue down my throat. He pulls my hair and bites my lower lip. His other hand grabs my tits and pulls at my erect nipples. I feel Niko's hands find my ass. We are all within a few inches of one another. My hands make my way to mystery man's cock. He's big. Almost as big as Niko. And hard. I trace my finger over his pants from the tip of his cock to depth of his balls. Niko's hands grab my waist and I feel his hard cock pressed against my ass. 

I unbuckle mystery man's belt. He brings Niko closer. I unbutton his pants. He starts kissing Niko. Slowly I slip off his pants, now on my knees. He pulls Niko close and starts unbuttoning his pants. As I slip off his boxer briefs, he shoves his hand into Niko's underwear and grabs his big hard cock. I feel our mystery man freeze up for a split second. He is impressed by Niko's size, as I always am. The mystery man's cock is in my mouth now. They are both moaning. Niko looks down and sees my ass swallowing my maroon thong and mystery man's cock in my mouth. Niko moans and grabs my thong. I twirl my tongue around mystery man's cock and shove it deep in my throat. Going in and out. Slowly at first, then faster. As I pull his cock out of my mouth, I twirl my tongue around and suck harder. Deeper. He groans and pulls my hair from above. I can feel his cum building. I know he is on the edge. So, I stop, I want Niko to swallow. 

I get up from my knees, and whisper in Niko's ear. I want to watch you suck cock. Hesitant but excited, he kisses me, gently guides mystery man to sit on the edge of the bed, and gets down on his knees. Niko carefully puts the tip in at first. As mystery man rocks back and forth Niko gets more and more cock in his mouth. Drawing from me, he twirls his tongue around mystery man's big hard cock. Niko is enjoying himself. I'm watching and so turned on. Mystery man is enjoying Niko, moaning, grabbing his hair. Mystery man tells Niko to suck harder, so he does. I'm biting Niko's neck from behind, running my fingers around his hard cock from behind. Mystery man tells Niko to go faster, so he does. He's moaning, he's about to come. He tells Niko that he is about to cum. Niko sucks faster and harder and deeper. They are both moaning louder and louder. Then mystery man thrusts his cock into the back of Niko's throat and explodes, his warm cum dripping down his throat. And he swallows. 

Mystery man falls back onto our bed. He just came a lot from Niko. Niko and I are consumed by desire and lust. Niko turns to face me and carries me to our bed, my legs wrapped around him. Our mystery man is enjoying watching. Niko positions himself on top of me. His big cock slides into my tight wet pussy. He starts fucking me fiercely. I'm moaning, mystery man's watching. Then, he comes up behind Niko and gently bites his ass. Niko gasps. Mystery man spanks him. Niko fucks me harder. I'm about to cum. I feel it building, Niko is moaning loudly because mystery man is biting his ass and he is about to cum. Then suddenly my body tenses up, I feel myself climax, and then I cum incredibly hard as he cums inside me. We are spent but want more. Of each other. Of him. 

We rest briefly but soon recover. Niko wants my ass. He pulls me up by my waist, so I am on all fours, my ass in the air. He spanks me. Hard. It stings. He spanks me again. I moan loudly. Mystery man is watching; he likes it. Niko spanks me one more time, and I beg for him to fuck my ass. He carefully tells mystery man to suck his cock to get it wet. He obliges. Then Niko enters my ass, gently but quickly. He moves his big hard cock in and out of my tight ass. He pushes it in deeper, just the way I like it. I feel it all the way in, balls deep in my ass. But my pussy feels open; empty. I want more. 

I moan for mystery man to get under me. He slides in quickly under me, and I put his big cock in my mouth. I suck hard. He moans. Niko starts fucking me harder. They are both moaning loudly now. This feels amazing. Then, mystery man positions himself under me, and does the unspeakable. I feel his hard cock grazing my soaking pussy. Niko pulls my hair back for leverage and rams his cock even deeper into my ass. I feel myself getting overwhelmed. His hands are around my waist and he is fucking my ass furiously. He lets out a moan each time he pushes his cock into my ass. I scream his name. Niko. I come through my ass. But he isn't done with me. I beg Niko to stop but he tells me I am going to cum through my ass again. Then, just when I think I can't take anymore, Niko closes my legs and lowers me on top of mystery man, and mystery man rams his cock into my tight soaking pussy. 

I feel like my body is about to shatter into a million tiny pieces. I have two insanely attractive men inside of me. At the same time. I feel their cocks hitting the walls of my ass and my pussy. I feel myself building more than I have ever experienced. I can't take it. I scream for relief. I'm completely overwhelmed. Dizzy. I feel incredible. My body keeps building. I've never felt this before. I moan loudly. My body feels so fragile, so out of my control. Finally, I explode from my pussy and cum through my ass. Niko quickly follows exploding in my ass. Mystery man, in my pussy. We fall onto the bed. We are completely spent. 

Niko takes me up in his arms and places me on the bed so my head rests on the pillow. He pulls me in close and kisses me. He holds my fragile body tightly as I wrap myself around him. Our guest slips into bed next to us, but keeps a slight respectful distance. 



Drinks with Friends Goes Bad



The bar was crowded, sweaty and loud; it smelt strangely of stale beer and regret. The dj was playing some song from yet another 1 hit wonder of the week and everyone was going crazy for it, well almost everyone. 

There was one girl stood by the bar who would rather have been anywhere else at that moment in time, but she had promised some friends she would meet them for a drink before she moved up state. As she stood at the bar sipping her vodka and coke, she looked around the bar for any sign of her friends, nothing. The song changed and this time she knew it, and moved a little, dancing awkwardly on her own. Her short skirt swished, the black material pulling up almost to show off her ass. She had a curvy body, slightly thick with a perfect round ass and ample breasts, but most people couldn't tear their eyes away from her face, she was beautiful. 

Her friends found her like that, moving slowly on the spot to the music, drink in her hand and ass almost on show. There were a lot of hugs and hellos before they settled down to drinking by the bar, alternating between shots and dancing. After a few hours of this they decided to move on to another bar where thy would have more of a chance to find someone to go home with; unfortunately for Ashley, her friends didn't notice that she went to the bathroom before leaving and they were in the next club before they realised. 

Ashley was extremely drunk, and that was bad. When she got drunk she tended to be a bad judge of situations and a worse one of people. She tried to call her friends but her phone had died.

"Shit." She said aloud. She walked around looking for them in the club but couldn't see them; she stood by the bar for a minute panicking. Her head was spinning and she felt like she would be sick, but she didn't have time for these thoughts to truly register because she was interrupted.

"Hi." Said the man who had walked right up to her without her realising; his voice was low, and he had lent in to almost whisper it in her ear. She barely registered the accent, but drunk as she was she was always a sucker for a Brit. 

She brushed her hair behind her ear and giggled a little drunkenly, not entirely unlike a schoolgirl. "Hi." She smiled at him, trying to hide just how wasted she was.

"Tell me what's such a beautiful young thing like you doing alone on a Friday night?" he asked, and even though it was obviously a line he'd used millions of times before it made her knees go weak, especially when combined with his cocky half smile, that let her know that he always got what he wanted.

"My friends left me, I think" she said, slurring her words a little now as the last double vodka hit her.

"Well that is terrible, it'll never do for you to be on your own all night, there are all sorts of people around." He said, his smile never wavering and his eyes locked on hers.

After a few hours of chatting and flirting he offered her a place to crash, having originally planned on staying in a friends she was out of luck and couldn't say yes fast enough. They left together and got a cab back to his apartment.

Ashley was impressed, a 23 year old that had his own place, and was a nice guy. The whole way there in the cab they flirted and his hands played across the bare flesh of her thighs, always respectfully low but obviously sexual. They got out of the cab and he helped her up the stairs to his apartment, her heels were high and would have been treacherous sober.

When she walked through the door and he followed she felt his hand grasp her wrist, loose and yet firm his grip was irresistible, he turned her around and pulled her into him. Pushing her up against the inside of the door he pressed his lips to hers roughly, and his tongue pushed out probing into her mouth.

She tried to say no but his mouth was already over hers, and as he kissed her, her head swam with the passion and the liquor. As he pulled away from her she heard the distinct click of the lock on the door. Her heart jumped into her throat.

"Jack, errmm I'm not really sure how to say this but..." she paused for a second looking at him. "I have a boyfriend, and I don't want anything to happen. I love him" she lied, not wanting to tell him the truth that she just wasn't in the mood for anything sexual, even if he did have everything she looked for in a guy.

"Do you now?" he asked, raising one eyebrow. "And does he know that you're a filthy little cumslut?"

Ashley opened her mouth to reply, but the words died on her lips. She closed her mouth dumb founded by the way she had just been spoken to by the guy who had been a perfect gent all night. She got a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, and she felt a tear welling in her eyes.

"I'm not a..." was all she got out before his hand was entwined in her hair and he pulled her to her knees and every other noise she made was a yelp of pain. She saw the bulge in his pants and she tried to swallow the lump that was in her throat. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she looked up into his eyes, and began to beg him not to do this. He just laughed and unbuttoned his pants and slid them down enough to pull out the thickest cock Ashley had ever seen; it was rock hard and the foreskin gathered at the tip was glistening just a little with pre-cum. 

"Open your mouth little whore." He said, and his voice was so commanding and authoritarian she started to, before she snapped to her senses and closed it tight and shook her head as much as his hold on her hair would allow, she mumbled a sound of uh uh. His eyes flashed with anger, and he pulled on her hair hard, almost causing her to scream out in pain, but she kept her mouth closed and the scream was mumbled. His free hand went to her neck, clasping tightly around her throat, and squeezing.

"Open your fucking mouth you dumb cunt." He said, his voice lower and more chilling; filled with fear at the anger in his voice she opened her mouth, but not wide and his hand slipped from her throat, and grasped his cock gently, guiding it to her mouth.

She felt the head brush against her lip and tears started to roll down her cheeks. "Please don't do this." She sobbed, just before he pushed the first three inches of his cock into her mouth. Choking off her breath and the rest of what she had wanted to say. He began to thrust his hips, and Ashley sobbed around his cock, gagging and choking on his cock all the time. With each movement he pushed deeper, until he bottomed out, balls deep in her throat. Her make up running from the tears, her lip stick smudged down the length of his cock and her saliva dripping from her chin and onto her top. 

He held her down on his cock for what felt like hours to Ashley, but only seconds to him. When he pulled out she gasped for breath and attempted to plead with him to let her go. He simply pushed her back down onto his cock and began to fuck her throat with the full length of his cock, and each thrust sent spasms of pleasure through his cock as he felt each sob and gag in her throat tighten around him.

Ashley cried openly and closed her eyes, trying to keep her throat open as much as possible so it would be over as painlessly as possible. Even though her throat was being used against her will, and she knew that he would not stop at just that Ashleys body betrayed her, she felt a heat radiating in her pussy and her panties and thighs were soaked in her juices. 

Just as she realised this she also felt his cock throbbing in her throat and his movements became more erratic. She knew he was about to cum; his hand loosened slightly on her hair and his thrusting stopped, but the sensations on his cock were the same as Ashley kept bobbing her head up and down throat fucking herself on his cock. The first strand of cum landed on her tongue as he pulled out just as he started to cum, the rest covered her face in thick ropes like pearls, hanging off of her lips, her nose and covering her eyes. 

Tears were still rolling down her cheeks and sobs still wracked her body but her lips were curled in a treacherous half smile. "I told you, you're a filthy little cumslut"

Ashley felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment as she realised that he was right. She sighed a little before she opened her mouth;

"Yes sir, I am." She said in a hollow defeated voice. And with that she was his, submitting to his will and accepting his cock as the key her freedom from worry and stress, to become nothing more than a cum dumpster and to please her new master as he wished. 

To Be Continued...



Drinks



Kira didn't give me much choice, though. Reaching down, she ran her fingers through my hair and clenched tightly. While pulling my head up by my hair, she brought her body down hard, slamming her crotch into my face.

I clenched my mouth shut in defiance, but it didn't stop her. Ignoring my refusal to participate, she ground her crotch back and forth on my face, leaving a thin layer of her cum on my skin. Her motions rubbed her cum into my face, getting it into my mouth and forcing me to taste her. I still don't understand my reaction. As much as I hated her, as much as I despised the situation, I found the abuse tremendously erotic.

"Get your fucking tongue out, slut," she hissed. "I expect you to participate, not just lie there while I fuck your face."

Obediently, I stuck my tongue out. She immediately positioned her hole directly above it and bore down, forcing my tongue into her. She was surprisingly wet, which was nice. It made me feel less guilty about how hard I was.

Kira leaned back and slid her hand down my pants. Shame and desire fought for dominance in my mind as her hand brushed over my cock. I hated that she now knew how aroused I was, but was hoping she'd do something about it. To my dismay she slid right past it and wrapped her fingers around my balls. She squeezed gently; not enough to hurt, but certainly enough to let me know that she could hurt me if she wanted to.

"Aww, is my widdle Puddles feeling frisky?" she mocked. "Don't get too disappointed, I may eventually get you off -- but now is not the time. As your owner, my needs are obviously far more important than yours. If you have any hope of cumming tonight, it will be after me, not before."

She squeezed my balls and tugged a little, just enough to induce pain. It hurt, but it was nothing compared to the previous abuse she had put me through. Forcing myself to ignore it, I gyrated my tongue inside her. I hated how degrading it made me feel, but she seemed to approve and relaxed her grip.

"The male body is such a funny thing," she mused. "If I were to move my hand mere inches up, I'd be playing with my Puddles's cock. I could make you feel so good if I did that, and yet I won't -- at least not yet. Instead, I'm focusing my attention on your balls. As good as I could make you feel if I were to play with your cock, I can hurt you so much worse playing with your balls if I decide you're being a bad pet. It's something to think about, you know: just how much I can hurt you without needing to exert much energy. I bet I could tear them right off without even breaking a sweat."

I was terrified by her threat. I knew her well enough to realize that she could very easily be speaking literally, and didn't want to find out for sure. As terrified as I was, my dick didn't seem to notice -- I was as hard as ever. Between the fear and the arousal, I went to work hard, sucking her clit into my mouth and aggressively flicking it with my tongue.

For several minutes, I serviced Kira as best as I could. My tongue went numb, my jaw felt as though it was about to break, but I persisted. She assisted me in her own unique way; making psychopathic threats and physically abusing me each time she thought I wasn't putting enough energy into my task.

By the time her orgasm approached, my mouth was so tired that I thought I'd never be able to move it again. She took her hand out of my pants and again grabbed my hair, though this time she forced my head down against the ground. Lifting herself off me by a few inches, she moved her free hand to her clit and masturbated furiously. As her orgasm peaked, warm fluid began to squirt out of her gaping cunt. Instinctively I tried to turn my head away, but she held me in place by my hair.

"Keep your fucking mouth open, bitch!" she snarled. "And if you want to survive the night, don't fucking spill a drop, and don't swallow either."

I obeyed her. Though the muscles in my jaw screamed in agony, I forced my mouth open as wide as I could. Not all of her squirt found its way into my mouth -- quite a bit wound up on my face, but enough hit the target. Unable to spit or swallow, I simply allowed it to collect in my mouth, gradually filling it.

After several seconds, her orgasm subsided. She scooted back, straddling my hips, and brought her face again close to mine. Still holding my head still, she looked me dead in the eyes. Between the soreness in every muscle in my body, the taste of her cunt still on me, and the mouthful of her cum, I felt completely defeated. Again I lowered my eyes in submission.

"So Puddles, you currently have a mouthful of girl cum," she observed. "I'm betting that you'd probably like to swallow it already, but I'd like you to demonstrate how much you enjoy it first. Gargle for me, bitch."

As I began to gargle, she laughed. The experience was humiliating; I had never felt so low in my life. I stopped after a few seconds, hoping that would be enough, and looked up at her. The icy stare she shot back made it perfectly clear that it was not enough. Beaten and broken, I continued gargling.

Eventually, she decided that I had humiliated myself enough and gave me permission to swallow. I didn't want to -- I wanted to spit it out but I didn't dare disobey her. I struggled, but eventually swallowed a little. My body language must have revealed to her just how much I hated it.

"You're making me unhappy, Puddles," she warned. "The look on your face says to me that you are not nearly as happy as you ought to be for this gift. I don't know if you think you're entitled to drink my cum whenever you want, that your status is so high that you need show no gratitude, but let me be clear: this is not the case. This is a rare honor that I'm permitting you; you should be over-fucking-joyed to receive it. If you're too fucking stupid to realize that, I'll just beat the shit out of you until you understand. I'm going to give you one more chance. Drink it all and show me how much you enjoy it, or expect to suffer my wrath."

With difficulty, I forced myself to smile and gulped deeply. Kira's disapproving look made it clear that I had to do better, so I began moaning as best as I could while her squirt ran down my throat. After drinking it all I looked up at her, longing for her approval.

"What should you be saying now, Puddles?" she asked.

"Thank you, owner," I offered meekly.

"For?" she demanded, clenching her fist into a ball.

"Thank you for letting me drink your cum, owner. I know I don't deserve it."

"Poor Puddles," she sighed. "You're right, of course -- you don't deserve it. You're a worthless piece of shit, completely without value. Hell, you don't deserve the privilege of my company, much less the honor of drinking my cum. It's okay, though."

"The good news is," she continued, "that you can get better. You'll never be a real person, of course, certainly never close to my equal. Still, with hard work and dedication, you may someday be a worthy pet. Would you like that, Puddles?"

"I would, owner," I answered sheepishly. The strange thing was that it was true. Sure, I was still terrified of her, afraid of doing anything to provoke another beating, but at that moment the only thing that I wanted was to please her.

"I'm glad you feel that way," she said, stroking my face in an uncharacteristically gentle manner. "Though, if you didn't, I'd just beat you until you did. Now, I see my Puddles's cock is still hard, let's get you out of those clothes and do something about that."

I tried to move my arms so that I could strip, but she still had them pinned down under her knees. She leaned over to the coffee table and picked up a pair of heavy-duty scissors. Bringing the scissors to my throat I felt a pang of terror.

"Calm down, Puddles," she laughed. "I'm not going to hurt you, at least not yet. You've been so obedient, and as long as you obey me without question I'll have no reason to hurt you. You do trust me, don't you?"

"I do, owner," I answered. I thought back, and it actually made sense. Each time that she had hurt me I had provoked her first. In a corrupt way this actually made me feel safe -- all I had to do was obey.

"That's a good bitch," she said. "Now, show me that trust and raise your chin."

I did as she ordered. Despite the fact that my throat was completely exposed and she was holding a pair of scissors to it, I felt paradoxically safe. I truly believed that she wouldn't hurt me, as I had done as she instructed.

I felt the steel brush against my skin as she slid the scissors into the neck of my shirt and began to cut. At first I was unhappy-- I liked the shirt and didn't want it destroyed. Remembering that this was my owner's will, though, I corrected my attitude. I reasoned that if she wanted the shirt destroyed, I should want it destroyed as well. While I laid there passively, Kira slashed the shirt into a dozen pieces, destroying any chance that it could be worn again.

With the shirt destroyed, she climbed off me and went to work on my pants. Like my shirt, she cut them into medium sized chunks of fabric, guaranteeing that I would not be able to stitch them together. When she began cutting away my underwear, I raised my hips in the air to give her better access.

After shredding all my clothing, she returned the scissors to the table. I laid there on her floor, completely nude save the collar locked to my neck. My cock jutted up vulgarly, still fully erect. Kira returned to me and again straddled me, this time centering her hips above mine.

"Thank you for removing my clothes, owner," I offered sincerely.

"You're learning quickly, slut," she replied. "You may turn into an acceptable pet yet. Think of this as a reward."

Bringing her hips down, my cock slid into her. Having been hard for so long, I think it may have been the greatest feeling my body could experience. I tried to reach up to embrace her, but she swatted my hands down and slapped me across the face -- not too hard, but hard enough to hurt.

"Think of that as a warning," she explained. "I am in control; your role here is to accept that. If you fail to do so, if you try to inject your feeble desires and actions into this, you'll be punished."

"I'm sorry, owner," I apologized. "I promise it won't happen again." My apology was sincere. Though I didn't want to be punished I was more afraid of failing her.

Lying back, I relaxed my muscles and accepted her control of the situation. She rewarded me with a demonstration of her abilities, flexing her internal muscles. The feeling was incredible; it was as if she were masturbating me with her cunt.

Perhaps sensing my enjoyment and deciding that it was undeserved, she dismounted me without warning. I considered protesting, but stopped myself, remembering that it was not my place. Sliding forward, she positioned her crotch inches above my mouth. I didn't wait for her to verbally express the order; despite my jaw still hurting I immediately dove in and devoured her cunt.

"That's right, Puddles," she laughed, lovingly stroking my hair with her hand. "Suck my fucking cunt. Such a good little slut pet."

Involuntarily, I began humping the empty air above me. I knew it must have looked ridiculous, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted her back on my cock, but knew that would only happen if she chose to make it happen. I did my best to channel that desire and frustration into pleasing her orally.

Kira fucked my face for several more minutes, laughing at my obvious suffering and calling me degrading, vulgar names the entire time. Eventually, she pulled away from my face and moved back, mounting my cock again. The sensation of her sliding down my cock was unbelievable; it made the pain of her earlier interruption worth it.

"I'm going to do that again, Puddles," she taunted. "As soon as you feel too safe, I'm going to break off and fuck your mouth. I know it hurts you, but I don't care -- I think it's funny. Do you have a problem with that, bitch?"

"No, owner," I assured her. "It's not my place to have a problem with anything you do. I'm just thankful that you're giving me attention, I know I don't deserve it."

"I'm glad you understand," she replied. "Of course, your understanding changes absolutely nothing. I'm still going to do it, and I'm still going to laugh at your pain when I do."

Kira rode me for a few more minutes before dismounting. True to her word, she immediately sat on my face. While she mocked my suffering and explained in elaborate details how worthless I was I serviced her with my tongue. It was painful and humiliating, but I didn't mind. I was just happy to serve my owner.

She alternated like this three more times; riding my cock for a few minutes, then my face. Each switch was more painful than the last, I felt as though I would explode from the frustration alone. Occasionally she would comment on how well I was learning my place while she fucking my tongue; those compliments made the ordeal bearable.

After the third switch, she braced her hands on my wrists and bent over, grinding her cunt hard against me. As her tits brushed up against my chest through the fabric of her top, I fought the urge to use my arms to embrace her. Her face mere inches from mine; she looked me in the eye and cracked a smile.

"Poor Puddles," she teased. "Each time I get off your cock it looks like you're going to cry. Would my Puddles like me to let him cum already?"

"My only desire is to obey you, owner," I answered.

"Good answer," she replied, sounding genuinely pleased.

Leaning in, Kira kissed me deeply. As her tongue explored my mouth I found it impossible to restrain my orgasm any longer. I exploded inside her, flooding her with my cum. Without breaking her kiss, Kira used her cunt's muscles to milk me, squeezing every drop out.

When my orgasm finally ended, she broke off her kiss. She dismounted my unceremoniously, a vulgar pop sounding as my wilting cock slipped out of her. Standing up, freshly ejaculated semen leaked from her, dripping down onto me. All the time the only thing that I could think of was how sad I was that she was getting up; how I wished I could spend more time pinned beneath her.

"You've had a rough day, Puddles, and I intend to make tomorrow even rougher," she called out as she walked towards the next room. "It's time for you to get some sleep. Since you've been mostly good, I'll let you sleep at the foot of my bed tonight. Come along, now."

"Thank you, owner," I replied, struggling to my knees.