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Succumbing

By: Foreboding



Vanessa woke with a start. Her eyes darted around her bedroom as she tried to figure out how she'd gotten here. Snatches of memory came and went, blurry and unfocused.

She glanced down and noticed that she was wearing a white sundress.

Running her hand over her face, she tried to remember. Karen. Stacy. Emma, she thought with a soft smile.

The lemonade!

The door opened and Jason flew into the room. He jumped on the bed like an excited child. "V, Mama's given us her blessing!"

"She did? When?"

"When I was over at the house."

"You were over at her house?"

A flash of annoyance crossed his face. "You know I go over there everyday. To check on her," he added.

No, he'd never told her that, but they did appear to be very close. How many grown men still called their mother mama?

"Aren't you happy?"

"Very."

He pulled her into his arms and held her close. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply of his all-male smell but not with the urgency and desperation she normally felt.

He tensed and drew back. "You came."

Her shoulders slumped in shame. Fear constricted her throat.

"You masturbated?"

Before she could explain, Jason started hitting her over and over again. She curled into a ball and covered her face to protect herself. Still the blows continued. He yelled, calling her a slut. He swore she would pay and vowed to punish her.

She was crying hard, deep sobs racking her body.

Jason had never hit her like this before. A slap here or there, she admitted, but never with his fist.

He stopped hitting her and she felt a thump on the mattress beside her. She didn't dare look up.

She heard his labored breathing slow and still she held herself tight.

"Go cook dinner," he told her.

She jumped up to obey and then doubled over in pain. Gripping her side, she slowly limped into the kitchen.

She cooked Jason's favorite—spaghetti with meatballs. This was just to buy time. Now that Emma loved her she would go and be with her. Karen would never hurt her.

Slowly making his plate, she carried it into the bedroom on a tray. He didn't acknowledge her, so she set it on the nightstand, her hands shaking, and backed out.

Once she reached the living room, she grabbed her purse and left, closing the door behind her.

She formulated a plan as she drove to his mother's house. She had no idea where Emma lived so she would have to ask Ma'am for her address.

She sped into the driveway and stopped by the door. It still hurt to move so she gingerly walked up to the porch and knocked. Minutes later, Ma'am opened the door. She had another peasant style top—did she wear anything else—and her tits were engorged. 

"Slut? What are you doing here? Didn't get enough earlier?"

Vanessa cringed, embarrassed. "No, Ma'am, I mean yes, Ma'am. May I come in?"

Ma'am pulled the door wider and Vanessa stepped inside, trying hard to hide her pain.

"Ma'am, I was wondering if you could give me Emma's address."

Ma'am looked at her curiously. "Why?"

Heat flared in Vanessa's cheek, and she ducked her head. "Please, Ma'am?"

"Very well. Follow me."

Vanessa limped behind her, sure that Ma'am couldn't see. She followed her into a different room than before. As they walked into the room, Vanessa was impressed by the beautiful gold and blue color schemes. Navy blue.

She swallowed hard.

Ma'am stepped aside and right in front of her was a blue chair exactly like the one in her apartment. Ma'am sat down and Vanessa dropped to her knees, gritting her teeth against the pain.

There was no way she'd take another one of Jason's beatings.

"My breasts are so full, slut." She lowered her top and they plopped out. Her nipples were nearly double their usual size.

"May, I?"

She nodded, a satisfied smile spreading across her face and she leaned back.

Vanessa slipped her hand under one heavy tit and carried it to her mouth. Warm milk swished around her mouth and settled in her belly, soothing her aching body. She cupped the other one and kneaded with her fingers, enjoying its weight and fullness.

Her pussy clenched with pleasure.

Releasing one tit, she turned to the other, sucking the teat until Ma'am sighed, contented. Moving lower, she teased her apex and was rewarded with a soft purr from Ma'am.

Lost in sensations, Vanessa pushed aside the material covering the area she most wanted to taste. She pushed the panties aside and slowly traced the firm lips from top to bottom. Determined to make Ma'am cum, she licked and sucked her hot cunt as Ma'am moaned with pleasure.

Soft murmurs deepened to pants of need and Ma'am began to climax. Eager to please, Vanessa slipped two fingers into her cunt. Powerful clenches squeezed them like a vice and Ma'am groaned.

As much as Vanessa wanted to find Emma, she laid her head on the other woman's thigh, sucking her fingers as she inhaled her fragrant aroma. Ma'am rubbed the sensitive spot behind her ear, proof that she was satisfied.

Ma'am was still a bit breathless when she said, "Emma's upstairs in her room. Third door on the right."

Her room?

"She's my daughter," Ma'am explained, answering the question before Vanessa could ask it.

Vanessa tentatively made her way upstairs. Emma was Jason's sister?

She knocked on the door and heard Emma say come in. Twisting the doorknob, she pushed the door open and walked in. Her eyes immediately found Emma on her bed lazily playing with her cunt. A porn flick was playing on the TV screen.

"Vanessa! Come sit," she said, patting the bed with her free hand while she continued to masturbate. "I didn't expect to see you today. Mama just gave Jason the good news."

"I—I don't want to marry Jason. I—I want to be with you," Vanessa stammered.

Emma's brows twisted in confusion. "Me? Why?"

"Because you...you love me. You said so."

Emma laughed. "I say that to all my sluts."

Humiliation swept through her from head to toe. Emma didn't love her? But she'd said. She—she kissed her on the lips.

A woman's screech to be fucked now blared into the silence and Emma looked at the TV for a while. Her fingers moved faster, and her breathing grew shallow. She grunted in frustration when she seemed to be unable to cum.

Her gaze switched to Vanessa and a slow smile crept across her lips.

Vanessa shrank back but Emma caught her before she could stand. She forced her close and placed her lips on Vanessa's. Weakness invaded her limbs. She couldn't resist.

She slid her hands into Emma's hair and tilted her head back. Her lips parted and Vanessa took the opportunity to slip her tongue into Emma's mouth. Vanessa didn't release her until they were both struggling for air.

Emma groaned. "You're such a slut. You'll suck and fuck anybody won't you?"

Stunned by her statement, Vanessa shook her head. "No. I—"

"No, slut? I'll prove it to you."

Vanessa tried to get up but was again slowed by pain. Emma slid her arms around her from behind and cupped her breasts. She squeezed and pulled as she kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear.

"Why aren't you running, Slut? You like this don't you?"

Her will broken Vanessa nodded her head.

"You want to please me, don't you?"

Sobbing now, Vanessa nodded again.

"And how do you please me?"

She held out a strap-on. It was bigger than the one she'd worn earlier and Vanessa stared at the huge head.

"Suck it, Slut," Emma commanded.

Vanessa put the dildo to her lips and began to suck it.

Emma leaned back against the headboard and began to finger herself again. "I like that, Slut. Kiss it, make love to it with your mouth."

Vanessa couldn't hide her growing excitement. Her nipples were tight buds that tingled whenever her dressed brushed against them. She couldn't take her eyes off Emma's glistening pussy. It was pink and beautiful.

"I bet you're wet too." She slipped a finger into Vanessa's cunt and it made a sloshing sound. "Whore. I bet I could make you do whatever I wanted."

Fear nearly choked Vanessa at the threat.

"Jason always gets the sluts first. You know he's Mama's favorite, right? The sun rises and sets in him in her mind."

She removed her finger and Vanessa whimpered at the empty feeling.

"You need something in that hole don't you, Slut? Beg for it."

Emma snatched the dildo from her mouth and Vanessa stared at her helplessly. Emma's gaze didn't waver and Vanessa found herself saying, "Will you please put your finger back in my pussy. I—I need it."

Emma didn't move, except to pleasure herself. "I can't say I'm pleased by your delay. What do you get when you don't please Jason?"

"He punishes me."

"And you allow him to do it because you know you deserve it." Vanessa didn't respond, and Emma continued. "Only sluts get punished. On your knees."

Helpless to resist, Vanessa slid onto her knees and waited for her punishment. She had to please Emma because she had nowhere else to go. Jason hated her now.

"Lower the top of your dress and stick your chest out. If you even think of moving, you'll regret it."

With that she began slapping Vanessa's breasts. Her sensitive buds made the pain even greater and she cried out, tears streaming from her eyes. She didn't move, though, fearing a worse punishment.

Heat pooled between her legs, and she felt an orgasm building.

As if sensing it, Emma hit her even harder, slapping the tops and sides until the tension in her lower belly snapped and a sweet heat spread through her body.

Emma pushed her and she fell back, too weak to hold herself up.

"You like pain, don't you? You like being treated like a slut, don't you? Tell me you're a slut." She heard a rustling sound on the bed and before she could answer Emma drove the dildo into her. Or at least tried to.

"It's too big," Vanessa screamed in pain. "Please stop! Please stop!"

Emma pushed relentlessly. "You love the pain, Slut. Say it."

"I love the pain," she repeated.

"Tell me," Emma prompted. Emma kissed her and Vanessa's heart began to thud for a different reason. "Tell me," she groaned against her mouth."

"Please hurt me."

Emma push into her again and barely got the head in. Vanessa sought Emma's lips, begging the other woman to kiss her.

Emma was breathing hard with exertion and Vanessa could feel her breath in her mouth. Breathing in her scent made Vanessa's pussy warm. Her legs fell open and she tentatively pushed back against the dildo.

Emma pulled all the way out and then in with slow, excruciating strokes. Pain and pleasure mingled until Vanessa didn't know where either began.

"You're so tight," Emma moaned. "You're resisting."

"I'm not. It's too big."

"I thought you wanted to please me."

Vanessa heard the unhappiness in Emma's voice but didn't know what to do.

"I love you, Vanessa," she moaned.

Vanessa melted at her words and another orgasm began to ignite between her legs. Chuckling, Emma pulled out leaving her suspended, caught between tension and relief.

Vanessa hated herself for being so weak, but still wrapped legs arms around Emma's waist as she teased her unmercifully with the tip.

"That's my slut. I love my slut."

Vanessa arched, trying to draw the dildo back into her. Her need to cum was overshadowing the pain, and she pleaded to cum.

Emma plunged into her then, going so deep their pelvises were touching. Vanessa cried out, but Emma didn't relent. She leaned back on her knees, slid her hands beneath Emma's ass, and pounded into her.

She cried at first but soon the pain passed and pleasure began in her belly again. She twisted and tugged on her own clit, needing the pain to push her over the edge.

She tumbled hard, falling over the precipice with a cry of ecstasy.

Emma pulled the dildo out of her with a pop and crawled back on the bed. Vanessa lay on the floor, confused. A cold feeling of dread washed over her.

Was Emma pleased with her?

"Get out, Slut. I'm sleepy."

"Can't I stay with you? Didn't I please you?" She tentatively touched Emma's leg and she kicked her hand away. "Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time to fuck. I like hurting you."

Vanessa bit her lower lip, trying not to ask the question forming in her mind. "Is that all I'm good for?"

"Mama says you're a good suck. I can't wait to find out." She yawned and closed her eyes.

Devastated, Vanessa straightened her dress and hobbled out of the room, every part of body searing with pain. She didn't stop until she reached her car, and then she sped home. Jason would probably beat her again but where else could she go? He might not be the Knight in Shining Armor that she used to dream about but at least he had never lied to her.

Once there, she parked her car and lowered the top of her dress again. Her breasts were still red and tender but she pinched and pulled her nipples until she felt a liquid heat between her legs. She would bring herself to an orgasm and then stop. Jason would be pleased with her wetness, her need for him.

Even though dusk had fallen, Vanessa could see an older man staring at her through his window as she played with her tits. It turned her on to know that he was watching. Her eyes half closed, she continued to work her nipples into hard nubs. She saw his hand stroking his hard dick and lowered her hand to her pussy.

She remembered a time when she hated masturbating, now she loved it. He unbuttoned his pants and his dick popped out. Her mouth watered wondering what he would taste like, needing the feel of jizz in her mouth.

His hand was a blur as he ejaculated. The sight of his sperm shooting out almost pushed her over the edge. She got out of the car and staggered into her apartment building. As she unlocked the door, her fear returned. She would take whatever punishment Jason deemed appropriate but she prayed he wouldn't beat her again.

The moment she entered the apartment she heard the sounds of sex and the smell nearly choked her. She walked into the living room and saw a redhead sucking on his dick as he leaned back on the sofa.

He opened his eyes, which were hazy with desire. Is that how he looked when she sucked him, a small part of her wondered?

"Looks like Vanessa decided to come home, Missy. Why don't we continue this in the bedroom?" She moaned as she released him and he slapped her ass as she hurried off.

How did she know where the bedroom was? Had she been here before?

"Where were you?"

"At your mom's house."

His lips turned down. "Yeah, she told me. I just wanted to see if you were going to be honest with me." After a long pause, he said, "She said you were sorry for making me angry, and she thought I should forgive you."

"Do you?"

"Forgiveness doesn't mean you go unpunished."

Vanessa's eyes widened as her stomach lurched in fear. Despite what Emma thought and had made her say, she didn't like pain.

He sneered at her. We'll be late so you can sleep out here. If you cum, leave. If you leave, don't come back."

Late into the night, Vanessa listened to Jason fucking the redhead. She tried to stretch out on the sofa at one point but the smell of their combined sex made her pussy tighten. She'd buried her face in the spot and fingered herself until she almost came again.

Sounds of their cumming had lured her to the door where she lay outside sucking her juice covered fingers and humping her fingers. He must have known listening would be harder than seeing. Not that she wanted to see him fucking that bitch.

Finally, she fell into a fitful sleep on the sofa, on that spot. She dreamed of Jason fucking her until she came. For once he wanted to please her. She wasn't there just to get him off whenever he beckoned.

A hand shaking her shoulder woke her and she groggily opened her eyes. It was the redhead.

"Come on, bitch. Clean me so I can go home. Can't have my boyfriend knowing I've been fucking yours all night."

She sat down in the blue chair and Vanessa immediately slid onto her knees and crawled over to her.

"Mmmm...I can see he has you well trained."

She threw her legs over the arms of the chair. Her gaping hole was still leaking sperm. Desire stirred between Vanessa's legs, and she leaned forward. She sucked and licked, growing more and more excited as the redhead moaned with pleasure. She flicked her tongue on her swollen clit and Missy bucked against her.

"Whoa, girl. Be gentle."

Vanessa kissed her softly, spreading her lips with her fingers and licking her inner lip. She slipped her tongue into her cunt and felt her orgasm. Once Missy crashed, Vanessa leaned back and waited for her next instruction.

Missy rubbed her behind the ear. "He said you were a good suck. Tell Jason you've pleased me."

Vanessa nuzzled her hand, happy.

Missy left and Vanessa hurried down the hallway to the bedroom despite the pain wracking her body. She paused at the side of the bed and waited for Jason to speak.

"Did Missy send a message?"

Humiliation prickled across her skin. "She said to tell you that I pleased her."

"Good. You may clean me."

Vanessa climbed onto the bed and began to lick Jason from the base of his soft dick to the tip. He and Missy had distinctly different flavors and she liked both. She licked him all over, and then drew his balls into her mouth before returning to his dick.

He hardened as she circled his head and sucked a drop of cum resting in the small slit.

By now she was so desperate to cum her body shook. She didn't want to beg because she knew it would do no good. Still the words ripped through her throat, as she could wait no longer. "May I please cum, Jason? I'm sorry I disobeyed you."

"Missy obeys. She pleases me."

"Are you going to keep...seeing her?" Fucking her she meant.

"Go to sleep."

He nudged her off the bed and she curled up on the floor cold and alone.

Succumbing



John inserted the key into his front door as quietly as he could. He slipped inside, putting his laptop case down ever so gently, and closed his eyes for a moment. Oh, hello you! There she was, padding barefoot down the stairs. She did not come to him; she stopped three steps up, so that her womanly pubis was level with his mouth, so that he had to look up to her, almost look up her. Today she had on a plain black cotton t-shirt and a plain black cotton miniskirt. He knew that under the skirt would be plain white cotton knickers. At the height she stood they were a hair's breadth from being visible to him.

Sandra's soft brown eyes looked at John. The urgent feminine greed he saw there unnerved him now as it did every evening when he returned home. Her lips were parted, her slim body faced his, her face was tilted down and her straight, shoulder length hair swung forward a little. There were no words, but her plea was loud and clear. Come upstairs with me now. Come up and give me what I need. Now. Right now.

In the bedroom Sandra undressed him with practiced and efficient grace. Short-sleeved shirt, tie. With submissive obedience he lifted each foot so she could remove his shoes, socks and trousers. She did not hurry, but he felt her anticipation, her delayed gratification. It had become a ritual of helplessness for him, each step taking away the need for him to participate, each devotional act confirming his passive role. She knelt before him and slowly pulled down his briefs. He was already made hard by the anticipation of his wife's attentions and their inevitable outcome. Now he stood naked and erect. Utterly submissive.

As part of her ceremonial preparation Sandra washed John's genitals. She used a soft flannel soaked in cool water with a dash of lemon-scented bath oil. He knew she had learned to take her time because any sense of pressure or urgency would reduce his output. He knew that from this point and for the next few hours her sole aim was to make him come as many time as he was able, and for each pulsing orgasm to produce as much semen as possible. Their physical relationship had turned from something sexual and mutual into something parasitic. No, not parasitic, because parasites took from their hosts and gave nothing back. This was symbiosis. She took his creamy fluid, all he could manage, and in return she gave him orgasms, through the evening and into the night, leaving him in a state of dizzy, throbbing exhaustion that had become addictive for him.

At first, as he realised what was happening to them, John had tried to turn the ceremony back to what had been before, something more normal. He would reach for her knickers, roll over on top of her, kiss her nipples. But each time, with beautiful, gentle authority, she guided him back to her path, led him to her needs. And, oh, how he would succumb. Succumb. It was the perfect word for what he did. He was sucked; he would come. She would suck, until he came again. Suck. Come. Suck. Come.

When he asked her why, she told him it was what she wanted. When he wondered if it was what he wanted his throbbing, aching member betrayed him, playing stupid, helpless slave to the mastery of her cunning lips. A masculine glimmer of rebellion flashed through him, as it often did at this stage, just before the relentless sucking started. He had the impulse to kneel down, pull her up to her feet, hold her, kiss her, undress her, fuck with her. With. Together. But she always seemed to sense this moment and her soothing, teasing massage would slow and intensify, stroking away his impulse and his will.

His role was to be sucked. At this moment it was what he wanted too. As he relaxed he could feel his cock harden even more, and his moment of uncertainty would melt away under Sandra's cool, wet rubbing and his own surging need for release. He lay back on the bed with his breath catching in his throat. She tied his wrists to the bedhead. She had learned that this excited him, increased his capacity. She lay down next to him smiling and looked lovingly at him. Was it love? He let this final flit of worry dance into the shadows and closed his eyes. He was strong and fit, but he needed to save all his athletic prowess for what was to come. He felt her hair brush lightly but deliciously over his thighs. Her delicate fingers closed around his bulging cock and began to slide his foreskin back and forth in slow, gentle strokes.

In the six months since the sucking had first started John had gone through several stages of wonder and disbelief at how good Sandra had become at doing the things she did to him. All his previous experience of being masturbated by a woman, including her, was a mix of pain and dissatisfaction. They would push down too hard on his foreskin, hold his cock too low down, go too fast, squeeze too hard, keep changing hands. The worst times were when they stopped stroking, as if caught by surprise at his ejaculation.

But driven by her need to express and taste his fluid, Sandra had learned well. Her fingers curled around his cock an inch from his tip, sliding his foreskin slowly back and forth over the helmet of his penis. She did not push it down all the way, her strokes were just long enough to stretch his sliding skin over the base of his helmet and then back up almost, but not quite, to his tip. She started with thumb and forefinger curled around his hot shaft, a gentle but insistent rhythm, two or three strokes a second.

He knew she would not stop or vary this perfect, delicious motion until she made him come. The certainty of her relentless stroking allowed him to slip into semi-consciousness. As he surrendered carelessly into erotic catatonia his breathing slowed. The bed bounced softly as her hand worked its up and down magic on his rock hard shaft. He was getting close now, his breaths deepening, and he felt that lovely, involuntary physical sensation of fluid flowing in his balls, moving, filling tubes and pipes, waiting to explode out of his body and into her sweet, sweet mouth. He felt her lips close gently around his tip and, without disturbing the slow, pistoning rhythm of her hand, they began to suck him. He knew that she spent a lot of her day at home working out, strengthening her muscles and her breathing while she waited eagerly for his return. 

Each time now it felt that her sucking was becoming more intense. Tonight it was almost too much and he gasped as he felt the force of her oral suction on the end of his cock, as if she was going to suck him inside out. Her hot saliva lubricated his throbbing tip, ensuring a perfect suction seal that was so strong he could feel the end of his penis expand inside her mouth and sense the blood being pulled into his shaft making it even harder and longer. It was erotically primitive, this sense of something, someone, her, her mouth, wanting, needing, demanding, sucking, feeding, pulling, drawing his fluids out of him and into her. Her tongue caressed his bulging helmet inside her hot, wet mouth and he succumbed. Completely. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Thick, hot gouts, spurting, squirting deep into her, trying to fulfil, trying to sate. Great pulses of pleasure coursed through his loins, surging more and more of his creaminess up his throbbing shaft and discharging it over her honey sweet tongue, into her eager, swallowing throat. He came and came, gave her everything he had. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck! When will it stop?

He was panting, sucking in great gulps of air. His head was spinning and his vision sparkled as the world seemed to tip and sway with the shuddering intensity of his endless climax. As his euphoric insanity cleared he sensed her final savouring and swallowing of him, heard her sigh, felt her lips open and move down his still pulsing cock, sucking and licking, slowly and firmly, making sure they did not lose a single drop. She too was breathing hard, giving little shivers of delight against him. It felt like a deeper need, beyond sex. He didn't want to understand it. Perhaps she didn't either. But she indulged herself in that need, submerged herself in it totally, and she was pulling him in with her.

Sandra left John for a few minutes. When she came back she had a glass of orange juice and a bowl of yoghurt. She did not untie his hands. Instead she help the glass to his lips and then fed him with a spoon. He drank and ate everything. It reinforced his obedient submission. It occurred to him that apart from her greeting when he had arrived from work, the only words uttered between them were his vocal ejaculations as he came. He opened his mouth, as if to attempt conversation. Several times he had wanted to ask if she put something in the drink, something that helped him come so many times. But this too now seemed unimportant. What mattered was how many times. He swallowed his final mouthful and she leaned forward to kissed his lips, leaving a wasteful glaze of his semen on them. Her big brown eyes looked into his and he gave her what she was seeking, total acceptance of her need, total surrender to her ordeal by oral sex. Yes, he was ready for her. 

Without a word she climbed over him and faced down the bed so that her knees were either side of his head, resting against his shoulders. He looked up her short skirt at her white knickers. They were a few inches from his mouth. He wanted to reach up and kiss them but his hands were tied and he knew he had to remain still and passive. Only when she sensed his complete calm would she open her knees and let her hot gusset press against his mouth. It was another discovery, his powerful sexual response to being smothered by her panties. Through weeks of learning they had found that simple, white cotton worked best. Simple white cotton always made him come again. Her hot, cotton covered sex pressed against his open mouth and his nose. He had to strain to breathe and each struggling inhalation drew into him the sense and the spicy smell of her gently squirming vagina. His questing, tasting tongue rasped against the hot dryness of the fabric, moistening, oiling, so he could better feel the outline of her vulva as it rocked across his mouth.

He was helplessly erect. Again he felt her hair brush against his thighs and again he gasped as her mouth slid slowly over his helmet enclosing it in her wet, irresistible vacuum which only he could fill. Her hand was already pumping his hard shaft, gliding up and down with exquisite relentlessness. He opened his legs and, at this invitation, she moved her other hand which now clasped his testicles and began a gentle, pulsing squeezing. It was an erotically merciless interrogation that always produced his liquid confession; the only question was when.

Now. Oh. Now. I confess. And it hurts, it hurts. His loins thrust up towards her as his fluid jetted into her mouth once more. His aching muscles spasmed with waves of joy and release. His cries of agonised fulfilment were muffled under her genital gag. He strained to take huge, smothered intakes of breath that were laden with the hot smell of her sex. He was blacking out as the final, desperate gouts of his semen left him for her. The cocktail surge of depleted oxygen, ecstasy and pain drained him of his feeling of self. Who was he? He didn't care. He didn't even know.

Slowly he recovered. Hormones of arousal bubbled in his blood and the euphoria of such intense release simplified his reality. He was to be sucked. He wanted to be sucked. She must suck him again. Now she took her panties off and, with the same waiting for his breathing to slow, the same patience, she lowered herself onto his mouth again. A third arousal so soon after orgasm might be painful which is why she kept the lubricant in the fridge. He felt soothing coldness squirt over his hot, throbbing penis. Eased by the cool, slippery jelly, her hand moved differently, sliding up and down the full length of his exhausted cock. The intense taste of her womanhood sliding over his mouth together with the inevitability of her interrogating hands forced his response. He hardened slowly, but she knew how to rebuild his resolution. Cold jelly squirted against him again. It was so soothing and lovely, allowing her hand to move up and down faster and faster, making her body bounce and thrust against his mouth. His tongue twirled inside her, tasting her juices as she too became aroused. Now he needed to sense her excitement in order to give her the answer she needed. Now she started to come, great sobbing cries of joy as his tongue licked and curled against her pulsing, shivering clitoris.

Afterwards, if he remembered, he might wonder how she had become so multi-orgasmic, for this was new as well. In the old days she would lose interest after the first one. Now she was insatiable. Or had she learned that this was the best way to make him produce another orgasm so quickly? Was she faking it just to get what she needed from him? But increasingly he did not remember or wonder. Increasingly she was reducing him to a state of emptied fulfilment that left no desire or space for thought.

Her wet, thrusting vagina smothered him, filling him with another divine cocktail of panic and arousal. Again he felt her lips close over him. Again he felt her suck, harder still this time, the vacuum so strong he could feel it forcing the fluid out of his balls. Again he climaxed, her lips clamped round him and accepting his gouting discharge into her mouth as if she was part of his cock, as if her whole being was a sucking, swallowing extension of his sexuality. Now it felt right, the inevitability of her need and what it meant to them, to him. Now he felt himself being immersed in her obsession, floating away in it, carried by her along a river of orgasmic oblivion that had no end. 

Sandra left John a little longer this time. When she returned she had her iPod and some electric toys that she would use on him to ensure his complete emptying. She slipped the headphones onto him and saw a new look in his eyes. There was wonder. There was love mixed with confusion. He felt as if she was gradually sucking him away, swallowing his masculinity, his very meaning. He looked at her beautiful mouth. Her lips were full and soft, inviting him to come inside. Again and again. To perform his role. To be sucked. To feed her mouth with his body. His cock jerked upright as if woken from a dream, as if it was disconnected from him; leaving him so it could spend the rest of its life inside her warm, nurturing mouth, carrying out its own selfish purpose of taking his ever diminishing essence and delivering it into her hot, sucking desire. He felt a final surge of fear, as of a man who realises he is becoming insane, just before the madness steals him away.

There, there. She kissed him lightly on the lips. Her reassurance was wordless. Don't worry. I won't hurt you; I only want one thing from you. That's all I want. And it's all you want too. Shhh. The stroking and buzzing and sucking went on for hours. At some point deep in the night he whispered hoarsely that he could not come any more. But, as they always did, her clever lips found a way, sucked a little harder. Until he was gone.



Succumbing Ch. 01



"Mama will be here in thirty minutes. I know she's going to love you."

Vanessa smiled at Jason's child-like enthusiasm. They'd been together three months and from the beginning he'd made it clear his mother was the most important woman in his life. He had asked Vanessa to marry him, on the condition that Mama agreed.

"I feel a little anxious," he said, glancing at the navy blue armchair he'd moved into her apartment. The place was small, one bedroom and one bath with a crowded living room and a kitchen big enough for one.

He sat down in the chair and Vanessa immediately dropped to her knees. Unzipping his jeans, she pulled out his hard member and began to run her tongue up and down its length the way he'd taught her.

He was big. Eight inches long and three inches round. He could it to bring her pleasure and pain. Sometimes she thought he preferred pain.

He rubbed her behind the ear as if she were an obedient dog. "That's my girl," he groaned.

Vanessa no longer felt shame by the way he treated her. She had tried to resist, she remembered, drawing the tip of his cock into her mouth, but he'd eventually broken her will.

One time he'd sent her an outfit—a short skirt and revealing top—with a message to be dressed by the time he arrived. He hadn't sent underwear but since the skirt was so short she'd put on a lacy pair. He had been furious, yelling at her for being disobedient.

Then he'd left.

Instead of thinking good riddance, she'd called him, leaving message after message, pleading with him to call her. He didn't.

Desperate, she'd finally gone to his place. When he'd answered the door, he'd opened it just wide enough for her to see another woman inside. Distraught, she'd run to her car and drove away.

But something had driven her to go back and, when she did, she'd seen him fingering another woman's pussy as they stood by his car.

When he'd showed up at her place a week later, he never said a word. He pushed her to her knees with a not-so-gentle hand on her shoulder, and she had known exactly what to do.

Then he'd moved in, bringing the blue chair with him. He'd told her that every time he sat in it, she was to suck him off until he came.

She felt his cock grow longer and harder. His body tensed and then he released a shuddering breath as his sperm shot into her mouth. She struggled to swallow before any of the hot, salty liquid could spill out. He never deep-throated her.

He wanted her to lose some, so he could punish her.

He didn't attempt to pleasure her, leaving her frustrated as usual. "I bought you an outfit to wear for Mama. It's on the bed."

Vanessa's heart sank at the thought but then she thought, if it were for his mother, he wouldn't want her to look like a slut.

Vanessa waited for him to nod before pushing herself to her feet. She hurried quickly down the hall, wanting to be ready when his mother arrived.

Vanessa's heart sank at the sight of the sexy maid's outfit lying on the bed, complete with a garter belt and stiletto hills. This must be another test but why today?! She could refuse, but then he'd go back to his other women.

Vanessa fell to her knees and buried her face in the comforter to hide the sound of her tears. What was he doing to her?

Grabbing the hand held mirror of the nightstand she stared at her reflection. Clear blue eyes. Straight, shoulder length blond hair. No one looking at her would believe that inside she felt broken. She was a rising executive at a prestigious company and no on had any idea of the degradation she suffered every evening when she went home.

Looking lower she saw her small breasts. B cup.

Even though they fit her small 5'2 inch frame, she hated them. She longed for a D cup. Jason would like that.

Still lower was her flat belly and firm thighs, but she found no pleasure in what she had, only disappointment for what she didn't have.

She heard the door open and looked up. Jason entered the room with his jeans unzipped. Confused, she scurried to him and began to pull his cock out. Surely, he wasn't ready to cum again already!

He slapped her hard against her cheek, and she fell back, cupping her face.

"Why aren't you dressed? Were you thinking about disobeying me?"

"No, Jason. I'm sorry. I just want your mom to like me, and I'm not sure what she'll think of me in that outfit."

"Get on the bed!" he shouted. "How dare you spoil this day? All I wanted to do was show you off to Mama, but you couldn't let me have that, could you?"

Vanessa scrambled onto the bed, her heart pounding furiously.

He grabbed her vibrator from the night stand as she automatically lifted her skirt and opened her legs. She wasn't wearing panties—that was forbidden.

He switched on the vibrator and began to tease her clit with the cold metal object. She wasn't wet, which made him angrier.

"Why do I put up with you when I've had so many better lovers?"

His words hurt, but she knew better than to cry. He wanted that too—any excuse to punish her would do. Soon, she felt a wet coating on her pussy. Jason plunged the silver bullet into her and turned the speed to high. Her hips began to buck with her need to cum. She moaned her desire, so close. Just as she was about to cum he switched the speed to low, leaving her right on the brink of an orgasm.

"Please, Jason." She panted. "Please let me cum. I'll do anything."

"I just bet you will." He leaned close to her face, and said, "It better stay in your pussy, and you'd better not cum."

Vanessa swallowed hard. The last time he'd done this to her had been after a long night of lovemaking. He'd left it on low, told her not to cum, and then he'd left. By morning her body had been at such a high level of need, she'd slowly moved the remote control dial to high and had had an explosive orgasm.

Jason had called right after that, asking her if she'd cum and she had confessed, too afraid to lie. He had refused all contact for three weeks and the whole time she had been tortured by images of his being with other women.

Finally, desperately, she had gone to his place. He'd dragged her into his bedroom. It had reeked of sex. The bedclothes were in disarray. He'd taken her from behind with her nose buried in another woman's juices. The heady scent had made her dizzy, which she didn't understand. She'd never been with a woman and didn't want to be.

Before she could figure it all out, an organism ripped through her body, taking her so high she thought she'd never come down as her pussy clenched his cock until she milked him dry.

Afterward he'd rubbed her behind her ear and said, "Good girl."

Those were now the words she longed to hear but his angry, twisted features showed no sign of relenting.

He eased his long legs into a pair of black slacks, his member hard and pointing straight up, before grabbing his light blue silk shirt from the closet. Slowly, she stood and dressed in her outfit, squeezing her cunt around the vibrator so it wouldn't slip out. There were no panties, which almost guaranteed she'd fail.

Once she was dressed, he rubbed her behind the ear. "Good girl. You look beautiful."

Happy that she had pleased him, she followed him down the hall. The doorbell rang just as they reached the living room.

Jason opened the door and a woman with large breasts—easily double D—entered the apartment making it feel even smaller. She had a nice, firm body for a woman in her fifties. She kissed Jason on the mouth, lingering a little too long for Vanessa's comfort.

Jason turned toward Vanessa and said, "Mama, I want you to meet my girl. Isn't she beautiful? Vanessa, this is mama. You can call her Ma'am."

His mother kissed her on the lips and Jason raised the speed of the vibrator, making her jump forward. She squealed and his mother's tongue slipped between her lips.



Succumbing Ch. 02



Vanessa didn't dare jump back for offending Jason's mother or Jason, who would find some way to punish her. But the feel of the other woman's tongue in her mouth left her feeling unsettled.

"It's nice to meet you, ma'am."

"The pleasure is all mine. Jason, you did not understate this girl's beauty. She's lovely."

"Thanks, Mama." Jason beamed with pride and Vanessa's heart thumped in her chest, happy to please him once again.

"Mama, Vanessa has fixed us a delicious meal. Let's have a seat. She'll serve."

Vanessa felt a little put out by his assumption but pasted a smile to her face to cover. Hurrying into the kitchen, she prepared their plates. It would've been better to have the food set out on the table, but it was only large enough to seat two and would be crowded even with a couple of plates and glasses on it. As it was, she'd have to eat on the sofa.

Picking up both plates, Vanessa carefully carried them into the small eating area—it really couldn't be called a dining room. Just before she reached the table Jason upped the speed on the vibrator and she nearly tripped as desire rushed through her.

Ma'am reached out to steady her. "You'd better be careful girl. I wouldn't want you to trip and hurt yourself."

Vanessa gratefully set the other woman's plate before her. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Jason's wicked grin and smiled softly. He could be playful at times, but of course, this wasn't the time.

Going back to the kitchen, she grabbed the drinks and carried them to the table. She waited by Jason's side for further instructions. "Is there anything else I can get you Jason? Ma'am?"

"No, this looks wonderful. Why don't you join us?"

"Oh, there's no room. I just thought I'd sit on the sofa."

She saw Jason's dark look and knew she'd made a mistake. What had she done? Releasing a shaky breath, she realized that she'd defied his mother's request. Oh, no.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am," Vanessa sputtered. "I wasn't thinking. Just let me make my plate." Vanessa turned to Jason and mouthed an apology. "Is it okay if I sit, Jason?"

"Of course. Please do whatever my mother asks you to do."

Vanessa shivered. The word please did not match the coldness in his eyes. She was in trouble.

Making her third trip to the kitchen proved a little difficult with her legs shaking. Gripping the counter, she tried to steady herself. Surely, he wouldn't do anything to humiliate her in front of his mother, but having to wait hours for her punishment didn't seem ideal either.

Once her hands stopped shaking, she made her plate and slowly went back into the eating area. She'd almost made it when the vibrator hit its highest level. Overwhelmed, she fell to her knees and dropped the plate in the process.

She could feel an orgasm being pulled from her body. Her skin prickled and felt cool. Pain and desire swirled in her lower belly, heat pooled between her legs. It took everything in her not to rock her hips until she finally gave up and closed her eyes, giving her body over to the pressure building at the core of her being.

Suddenly, the vibrations decreased, leaving her desperate and aching to cum.

Vanessa looked at the other woman and saw pity in her eyes. Pity. Not concern. She obviously knew what was going on. The smell of sex permeated the room.

Too afraid to even look at Jason, she turned her plate over and began to pick up her spilled food.

The vibrator hit high again and she froze.

It lowered, and she knew.

Her lower lip trembled and she fought back tears. If she gave in now, he might not punish her later.

No, it would just be worse, she realized with a sinking feeling in her belly.

Tentatively she leaned forward and began to eat the food with her mouth, like a dog.

He resumed conversation with her mother but Vanessa could barely decipher the words through the humiliation spreading over her body. She felt her pussy spasm with pleasure and felt even worse. No matter how he treated her, her body still ached for him. 

Once she finished eating, she licked the area clean and then waited. She kept her head lowered, too embarrassed to meet his mother's eyes, too afraid to meet his.

"Vanessa."

The sound of his voice directed at her made her jump. "Yes. Sir?"

"Why don't you clear the table and bring in dessert." He turned to his mother. "Vanessa made strawberry shortcake in honor of your visit. Does that please you?"

"You know that's my favorite." She smiled at Vanessa.

Feeling like a puppy who had finally pleased her master, she removed their plates and began to prepare dessert. To top off the sweet confection, Vanessa had bought a can of whipped cream, but when she opened the fridge to get it, it wasn't there. 

A feeling of dread encased her heart. Desperately, her gaze scanned each shelf and the doorway. She'd bought it. Didn't she?

Jason sidled up behind her and she jerked upright.

His arms closed around her and he drew her close. "What's taking so long?" he asked languidly.

He must have accepted her earlier punishment as final. She purred at the thought.

"I guess I forgot to buy whipped cream. I could've sworn I did."

"I'll have to run out and get some, then." His hand lazily twirled across her belly and up to her breast. It lingered for a moment before sliding up to her throat. He pressed his thumb into her windpipe.

Vanessa fought the rising panic, forcing her body to remain relaxed against him. Any sign of fear would fuel him.

"I wanted dinner to be perfect for Mama but you seem to be doing everything to spoil it. Mistakes like this will cost. Be nice to Mama you hear?"

He released her without waiting for a reply knowing she would agree.

He left and she sagged against the refrigerator door. Thoughts of being punished again made her stomach queasy even as her nipples hardened in anticipation. What would he do to her? Would he at least wait until his mother left?

The continuous hum of the vibrator kept her on edge. She wanted to cum so badly it hurt, which turned her on even more. When he finally did allow her that release, it would be so sweet.

In the meantime, if he left the remote, she'd turn it off. If she came before he gave her permission, punishment would be swift and sure.

She walked out of the kitchen in search of the little black box. The table was empty, awaiting dessert. The little table by the door where they kept their keys was bare. Where could he have—"

Noticing his mother heading toward the blue chair, Vanessa hurried to block her path. "Why don't you have a seat on the sofa? It's much more comfortable than the chair."

She heard the desperation in her voice but couldn't prevent it. Jason had told her that every time he sat in the chair she had to suck his dick, but he'd never said what to do if anyone else sat in it.

"Don't be silly, girl. This chair will be more than comfortable. I need the...release it brings."

Vanessa stiffened at her words. She swallowed hard. "What? What do you mean, Ma'am?"

"I think you know exactly what I mean," she said, shifting around as she pulled her skirt up.

Vanessa stood stock-still, hearing but unable to comprehend. Ma'am wasn't wearing underwear and when she spread her legs apart, Vanessa could see she was wet and smell the fragrant scent of her sex.

"What are you supposed to do when someone sits in this chair?"

Vanessa stared blankly at the other woman. She knew?

The Cheshire grin spreading across her face confirmed Vanessa's fear.

"I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this," she murmured.

The vibrator sped up, catching Vanessa off guard again. She dropped to her knees and squeezed her legs together, humping the air in search of release. How had she gotten the vibrator? From Jason? Did he know what she planned to do?

The vibrations ceased, leaving her weak and confused.

"If you cum, you know Jason will punish you. Is that what you want?"

Vanessa shuddered at the thought. Casting a pleading glance at the woman, she noticed that her eyes were closed and she was spreading the outer lips of her vagina with her fingers, inviting her.

"He also told you to do whatever I asked. Didn't he?"

The other woman's juices glistened and Vanessa's stomach tightened. She didn't want to do it. Didn't even know how to do it. Being with a woman was the only area Jason didn't force on her. But if his mother didn't approve of their marriage he wouldn't stay with her.

He would leave and she would be alone.

Tears streaming down her eyes, Vanessa crawled between the other woman's legs. Her pussy jumped as if it recognized her defeat. Tentatively, she traced her tongue along the folds of her skin.

A heavy sigh accompanied the removal of her hand. Sensing she was supposed to take over, she held the woman open and ran her tongue up and down the soft tissue.

Vanessa's pussy leaped in excitement. She was so soft and the smell of her femininity filled her. She circled around her clit, slowly drawing closer and elicited a groan from Jason's mother.

The other woman rubbed her behind the ear. "What a good girl you are," she murmured.

Vanessa's body burned with embarrassment. Is that how both of them saw her, as a dog?

Her tears mingling with the woman's juices, she lapped at her opening, gathering her juices in her mouth before covering her clit and sucking on it.

Vanessa could tell from her moans and the way her body writhed that she was enjoying this but how did she bring a woman to a climax? She just wanted to get this over with.

And taste her cum, a little voice in her head whispered.

No! She wasn't enjoying this. She couldn't be.

But she tastes so good, sweet and tangy, not salty like Jason.

Angered by her thoughts, she thrust her tongue deep into the other woman's pussy. Relentlessly she plunged into her again and again.

She could feel her own need for release driving her, but she fought it. Her skin flushed with heat. Beads of sweat drenched her body. Still she continued. In. Out. In. Out.

Moans of pleasure grew louder but she no longer knew if they were coming from Ma'am or herself. Removing her tongue, she drove a finger and then two into the quivering pussy. She caught the clit between her thumb and finger and twisted.

Crying out, the other woman arched her body, nearly knocking Vanessa over. Her fingers slipped from the wet, hot hole and Vanessa quickly filled it with her tongue and covered her entire pussy with her mouth.

Suddenly the other woman gripped the back of her hair and grounded against her pussy against Vanessa's mouth, forcing her gums to mash against her teeth until the orgasm subsided.

"You please me, Vanessa," she murmured, breathless. "I am definitely going to tell Jason how pleased I am with you."

Vanessa felt her pussy contract with pleasure. "Thank you, Ma'am."

She sat at the other woman's feet as they waited for Jason to return, Ma'am rubbing her behind the ear. Her body convulsed with tremors, distressed by the need to cum. Ma'am have given her permission to play with her clit but said she couldn't override Jason's rule that she only cum when he tells her to.

Not wanting to risk it, she'd wanted to decline but knew that would bring its own penalty.

At the sound of the key in the lock, Ma'am pushed the vibrator in and out of her several times until she almost exploded. "Please, Ma'am," she begged. "Please don't make me cum."

"I won't, as long as you obey my every command." 

Defeated, Vanessa nodded her head.

Grunting her pleasure, Ma'am stood up and strolled toward the door. Vanessa was too weak.

She heard them talking. Ma'am said she had to go. Jason tried to convince her to stay. Ma'am won and Jason called her over to say goodbye.

She immediately rose to her feet, staggering a bit.

Ma'am said goodbye as if nothing had happened between them. Just before she opened the door, she said, "You've chosen a good woman, Jason. I'm very pleased."

The door closed behind her and Jason picked her up and swung her around in a circle. "Did you hear that? I think she's going to give us our blessing. Not yet, though. She's coming back next Sunday so she can get to know you better..

Jason released Vanessa and she fell back against the wall. Next Sunday?



Succumbing Ch. 03



The fear clawing at her belly stopped the moment Jason kissed her. He rarely kissed her so this was a special treat.

"Mmm, you taste so good," he whispered against her lips.

How would he feel if he knew it was his mother's pussy he tasted? Or did he know?

He raised her skirt up and the wall felt cool against her ass. He grinded against her and all thoughts of his mother vanished.

She loved it when he touched her gently. This was why she endured all she did. For these moments.

"You're so pretty, V. I don't like it when you make me punish you."

"I know, Jason." She unbuttoned his shirt and teased his nipples.

He dragged his lips from hers and trailed a fiery wet breath to her nipples. He drew one into his mouth while lazily playing with the other.

The vibrator was still throbbing softly, driving her need. "Please, Jason. May I cum?"

"I'm not sure you deserve to." His hand trailed down to her pussy and her body arched forward on its own. "What'd you and Mama do while I was gone?"

"I did what she asked me to do." Her words were hesitant, laced with panic. Had she told him otherwise?

"What did she ask you to do? Oh, give her some aspirin? She said she felt a headache coming on."

Vanessa was too afraid to lie and too afraid to tell him the truth. She bit her bottom lip instead, allowing him to draw his own conclusions.

"Well, if you can take care of my Mama, the least I can do is take care of you."

He pulled the vibrator from her body, and she sagged with relief. Capturing her hand, he led her through the apartment. She almost cried when she saw their path toward the blue chair. If he came, he wouldn't care about her needs.

He dropped the remote onto the table beside the chair and continued toward the bedroom. Relief once again flooded her body.

She was so eager to cum that she immediately began to unbutton his trousers after they entered the bedroom.

"Heel, sweetheart. You're acting like a dog in heat."

Embarrassed, Vanessa turned away. If he would allow her to cum on a regular basis, she wouldn't be so desperate.

He grabbed a fist full of her hair and yanked her around. "Did you just turn your back on me?" he growled menacingly.

Fear gripped her throat like a vice. She wanted to explain that she was embarrassed, but she couldn't speak.

It didn't matter, though. Not even giving her enough time to formulate a response, he forced her over to the bed.

"You want to act like a dog in heat, I'll treat you like one."

He pushed her onto the bed and she landed on her belly, her arms and legs outstretched. "Uh-uh, get on your hands and knees."

He pulled her up by the hair and she cried out in pain. When she heard him unzip his pants she started to struggle but he only tightened his grip.

Slapping her ass, he said, "Be still."

She froze.

Without warning, he surged into her. Even though it was meant to be painful, the immediate feeling of being stretched and filled felt so good.

He banged into her, drawing all the way out and then plunging in again. Waves of pressure eased toward her pussy, gathering strength, pushing against her. She panted, trying to catch her breath. "Jason, I need to cum."

He didn't respond but continued his frantic push-and-pull rhythm. He grunted, a signal that he was about to climax. If he did, it would be all over.

"Beg, Bitch. Beg for your treat."

Humiliation made her cheeks burn, but she was beyond caring about how she came across. If he wanted to treat her like a dog, he could.

"Please, Jason! Please?" She whimpered and that took him over the edge.

"Cum," he gritted through his teeth.

At his command, the pressure building between her legs grew heavy and hot. It spread like wildfire through her boy until she felt it would consume her. Her heart beat loudly in her eyes. Her body was hot all over and then cold. Right at the edge, she stopped and then tumbled over. She continued to rock against him, not wanting her bliss to end.

When she finally stopped, she felt sated. Jason pushed her away and she fell on the bed again.

"Go to sleep, Bitch."

Curling into a ball, Vanessa closed her eyes. Her heart ached for the gentleness that had eluded her yet again.

No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't please him.

It was Sunday again and Jason had worked himself into another frenzy about his mother's visit. As Vanessa twirled her tongue around the head of dick, she knew she couldn't blame him. After she'd dropped her plate and forgot to buy whipped cream, he was afraid she'd mess up again. So was she.

He groaned and relaxed into the chair. This time, she'd remember to buy everything. She'd baked a cake earlier and only had to put the icing on for the meal to be complete. With his permission, she'd set up a tray beside the table so that she could eat with them.

"I'm still not sure about the tray, V. Mama grew up in another time, when the women served their men and their guests. I don't think she'll be too happy."

Vanessa stiffened at the mention of his mother, but quickly got back to work, running her tongue along the length of his member.

Maybe she should move it. Jason had been different since he'd taken her like a dog. Gentler. And she just didn't want to ruin it.

Still, he'd left her body in a state of desperation each night, slipping a finger into her pussy just before she dosed off and leaving it there all night. The first two nights she awoke up pumping furiously against him, trying to cum, but then he remove the digit leaving her feeling empty. She finally realized that he was training her to be patient.

Just like he would train a dog not to jump on visitors.

He tugged open her shirt and began to knead her breasts. That meant he was going to cum on her chest, not in her mouth. Still, she'd have to clean him up. Despite her best efforts, she now craved the taste of him.

He guided her mouth with his hand, forcing her to bob her head faster and faster. Groaning, he pulled his dick from her mouth and squirted his spunk all over her breasts.

He rubbed it in as she licked away at a couple of strings that clung to him. Before she could work him up into another erection, he told her to take a shower. "I'll put your outfit on the bed for you."

She scurried off, trying to hide her apprehension. What had he chosen this time?

Turning on the hot water, she stripped out of her clothes and left them lying on the floor. She decided to get them after her shower, not wanting to waste water.

Standing under the hot spray, she soaped her washcloth and began to wash her breasts. The nipples were rock hard and jutting forward with the need to be touched. So sensitive, it almost hurt whenever the cloth touched them.

Vanessa set the cloth down and began to rub them. Her pussy tingled at the sensation. Because of Jason's "training" she stayed on the precipice of an orgasm 24/7. It wasn't fair that he came every day, whenever the whim struck, but she had to wait for permission.

Allowing her hand to ease over her belly, she moved closer to the hair of her apex. Soft curls twined around her fingers, as if they were beckoning. She closed her eyes, enjoying the delicious feeling of hot water raining down on her breasts and her fingers playing with her pussy.

Jason would probably kill her if knew. But he couldn't know unless he had a hidden camera in the shower.

A sick feeling began in the pit of her stomach. Her hand stilled.

She hadn't planned to cum, but Jason didn't even want her touching herself without his permission.

Suddenly afraid, she turned off the water, grabbed her towel and slowly stepped out of the tub.

She dried off, her hands shaking. Any punishment at this point would have to be in front of his mother.

A knock on the door had her careering backward. She almost fell into the tub but caught herself on the sink. "Y-yes?"

"Come out."

She didn't hesitate, fearing the action would be videotaped and he'd have even more reason to punish her.

Jason was sitting on the bed dressed in jeans and another collared shirt when she slowly entered the bedroom.

"What did I tell you about throwing your clothes on the floor?"

Surprise then the realization that he didn't know she'd touched herself hit her. She ran over and picked up the clothes. "I didn't—Jason, I was only going to leave them there long enough to take a shower."

"Oh." He seemed to relax with her explanation. "It's just that Mama doesn't like a dirty house. If she'd ask for a tour and saw that, she would think you was a terrible housekeeper.

"I'm sorry, Jason. I—I won't do it again."

He didn't seem to know what to do with himself now that her explanation had taken the wind out of his sails.

"I have a surprise for you. Two actually."

He pulled a nice black one-piece pants suit from the closet. Though it looked loose fitting, she figured there had to be a catch after last week's maid uniform.

"Do you like it?" he asked with an eager expression.

"I love it."

"I also bought this."

He pulled out what looked like a ring but was way too small for her finger.

"What is it?"

"A clit ring. I thought you might like a trial run before we get you pierced."

Vanessa sputtered. "Y-you w-want me to wear it?"

"Of course, silly. Come here."

He pulled her to the bed when she didn't move. As she lay back, her legs opened automatically and he placed it around her clit. It felt tight.

"It hurts," she said, with more than a little apprehension in her voice.

"That's because you're all tensed up. Relax."

He kissed her on the mouth and she instantly submitted to his touch, hoping he would allow her to cum. Her clit expanded, pushing at the ring's boundary and she moaned. "It still hurts."

"But only a little?"

She nodded.

He slipped a finger inside her cunt but only long enough to scoop some of her cream to smear over her clit.

Her pussy clenched, needing more.

He lowered his hand back to her pussy as if he was going to honor her unspoken request but the doorbell rang.

He stiffened. "That's Mama. Hurry and get dressed. She doesn't like it when people are late."

Vanessa didn't have time to contemplate his statement as she hurriedly stepped into her outfit. Slipping into a pair of ridiculously high-heeled black straps, she took a step forward only to stop short when the material brushed against her engorged clit. 

She nearly doubled over as a jolt of heat speared her pussy. She heard the faint sound of Jason calling her and forced each foot forward. By the time she reached the end of the hallway, she was panting so hard it shook her body. She was about to have an orgasm right now.

Jason hurried around the corner, frowning. He stopped at the sight of her. "Vanessa, did you hear—are you all right?"

She gritted her teeth and shook her head. Noticing the humor lurking in the depths of his eyes, she realized that he knew the effect the clit ring was having on her. "Jason," she huffed, imploring him with her eyes.

"Listen, Mama forgot her pills at her place, so I'm going to run over there and grab them. She takes them with dinner."

He left, and shaking, she slid down the wall until she reached the floor. Once again, her duties as a hostess were lacking. Jason's mom wouldn't be happy and he neither would he, which meant punishment for her.

Her cunt clenched in excitement.

"Vanessa?" His mother rounded the corner and almost tripped over her. "My goodness! What has he done to you now?"

Ma'am helped Vanessa into the bedroom and gingerly guided her onto the bed. She slid the one-piece off, and Vanessa laid their naked, mortified. She touched Vanessa's thigh, and she immediately opened her legs the way Jason had taught her.

"A clit ring!" Ma'am exclaimed. "Has to be your first. There's nothing that eases the pain like a gentle suck, but Jason's not here.

Vanessa's hips flexed automatically at the thought of Jason's mouth on her clit. Her body was on fire, and she needed relief.

Ma'am tenderly parted Vanessa's lower lips. She stared at her vagina, and she burned with humiliation feeling the wetness between her legs. She wanted to close them, but knew better.

Ma'am touched her fingers to the sensitive area sending Vanessa's desire skyrocketing. Moaning, she silently pleaded to cum.

"It's okay. I'll take care of you."

She rushed into the bathroom and returned with a cold cloth. She laid it on Vanessa's hot pussy, and it was instantly soothing.

Ma'am crawled onto the bed and cradled Vanessa against her breasts like a baby. "There, there," she murmured.

Vanessa lay against her so desperate to cum she could hardly breathe. Several times Ma'am rearranged the cloth, touching her in the process. A couple of times Vanessa thought she felt a finger in her cunt but the feeling passed so quickly she couldn't be sure. And each time she leaned forward, her hair would brush over her nipples, sending currents directly to her pussy.

Ma'am was wearing a peasant style shirt with the bulk of her large breasts showing. They were so soft and full she rubbed her face in them. They smelled like milk, warm milk.

Vanessa was almost delirious with the need to cum. Finally, unable to stop herself, she reached up to lower the other woman's shirt. Ma'am pulled her hand away and Vanessa groaned, disappointed.

"You must ask before you touch me. That is how you treat your master and mistress."

Is that what Ma'am and Jason was to her? she wondered. "May I suck your tits, Ma'am?"

She nodded and Vanessa worked her breasts free. Her eyes widened at the sight and she buried her face in her breasts, breathing deeply. She latched onto her nipple suckling like a baby. Warm milk gushed into her mouth, and she drank greedily.

How was she still lactating? The thought came and went as she resisted the orgasm building in her lower belly. She wanted to cum but Jason had vowed to punish her if she ever came without his permission, and she believed him.

Ma'am dragged Vanessa's hand to her pussy and Vanessa buried several fingers deep inside her. Her cream was so thick her fingers were enveloped in softness.

The other woman's moans grew louder as Vanessa latched onto the other breast and continued to fill her belly with the warm liquid.

"You're such a slut, Vanessa. I knew it the moment I saw you."

Vanessa stiffened at the other woman's words. A slut?

"This is the second time we've met and both times you seduced me."

No. That wasn't how it happened. Was it?

Vanessa tried to think but couldn't. "You want to please me, don't you?"

"Jason said to do whatever you asked..."

"I didn't ask you to suck my tits or to fuck me with your fingers. You're a slut, Vanessa. Say it."

Vanessa resisted the thought. She wanted to pull away but couldn't. If Ma'am told Jason that she hadn't pleased her, he would punish her.

"Make me cum, Vanessa. Now!"

Unable to ignore the command, she slipped another finger into her cunt and sped up the pace of her thrusts.

"Please, Ma'am. Kiss me."

She so desperately wanted to be kissed. Jason rarely kissed her, and she missed it so much.

Ma'am leaned down as if she was going to kiss her and Vanessa felt her heart speed up in excitement. Just before their lips touched, she moved to her ear and whispered, "I save my kisses for one person only. And that's not you, slut."

A tear slid from her eye, from disappointment or shame she didn't know. She wasn't a slut. Jason had never called her that. But she'd seduced his mother twice.

"Say it."

She felt herself shrink inside. "I'm a...slut."

Ma'am came hard, her pussy clamping down on Vanessa's fingers until it hurt. But she welcomed the pain, knowing she deserved it.

As her body stilled, Ma'am carried Vanessa's fingers to her mouth. Utterly defeated, Vanessa sucked on her fingers. She closed her eyes, enjoying the taste and smell of her cream.

"Slut," Ma'am whispered next to her ear with a chuckle.

She got up slowly and dressed, leaving Vanessa on the bed desperate to cum. The moment she heard the door close, she curled into a ball and cried. She tried so hard to please Jason and his mom but all they did was call her names. Bitch. Slut.

She just wanted someone who would be nice. Someone who would kiss her. Someone who would say I love you.



Succumbing Ch. 04



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Vanessa felt her shoulder being shaken and woke up. Blinking, she tried to figure out where she was. When her vision cleared, she recognized the bedroom and memories of her seducing Jason's mother flooded her mind.

Jason stood next to her, frowning, his hands balled into fists.

She scooted back until she hit the headboard. Pain and pleasure shot through her pussy, and she groaned.

"Mama just left."

Did Ma'am tell him what she'd done? Words leapt through her mind but never made it to her lips. What could she say?

"And what I can't figure out is why you're in here asleep."

Vanessa pressed her hand to her chest. Her heart was pounding so hard it shook her body. "I'm sorry, Jason," she gasped. "The ring hurts me when I walk, so I—I thought I—"

"Yeah, I know," he sneered. "Mama felt so sorry for you she told me to take it off. Said she would have done it but she was embarrassed by your...nakedness and left you in here."

A shaky breath blew through her lips. She hadn't told him.

He rested one knee on the mattress and reached toward her. She automatically shrank back but the headboard blocked her path. With a flick of the clip, he released her and she shuddered.

Instead of pulling back, he played with her clit, rubbing his fingers over and around it. Her legs fell open, and she glanced at him hopefully.

His free hand moved to his dick and his hand dipped inside his shorts. "Sorry, V. You're a much better suck when you're horny."

He released his hard dick and it stood nearly upright. Her mouth watered at the sight, and she crawled over to him. She leaned forward, and then stopped. "May I?"

His dick flexed and he smiled at her weakness. "Oh, yeah," he breathed.

Just as her mouth closed over the tip, he cupped the back of her head. "Throat."

Fear in its purest essence filled her. Their eyes met, his dark with anger. She lowered his gaze and swirled her tongue over the tip, her fear of him greater.

She did everything she could to get him to nut—liking, sucking, playing with his balls—but he would merely squeeze the base of his dick and wait for his climax receded. Part of her hoped that if she obeyed, he would let her cum, but the other part resisted taking him into her throat.

"What you do with your mouth," he murmured. "Such a slut."

Vanessa's pussy tingled with pleasure but still her mind resisted. If she was a slut wouldn't she liked the things he made her do?

He slid his hand into her hair, twirled it around his fist and slowly lowered her mouth. Inhaling, she tried to relax her throat. At contact, she gagged and he pulled her up briefly before trying again. This time, he got passed her gag reflex but she panicked when it felt like she couldn't breathe.

"Let it pass, V. Just imagine how good you'll feel when taste my milk?"

His milk? A slut?

Did he know what she'd done or was his words coincidence?

"Oh, yeah, V. You definitely know how to please, slut."

He stiffened and his hot seed shot her belly. He didn't release her until he began to soften, then he forced her head up and down until he was satisfied. He pushed her onto the bed and she tried to pull her onto him.

"Please, Jason? I—I need to cum."

"I love the way you beg, V." He rolled over and lay between her legs. "But until we get Mama's approval, you will not cum. Do you understand?"

She nodded, tears gathering in her eyes. "I don't know what to do. I've tried so hard to please her."

"You can ask her Wednesday afternoon. Her reading group is meeting and she wants you to come."

"But what about work?"

He pushed himself to his feet and slapped her across the cheek. "You know, maybe that's the problem. You resist, hesitate. You always have something to say? You need to be obedient!"

Vanessa cupped her stinging cheek. "I will, Jason. I promise."

Suddenly all the anger drained from him and his shoulders slumped. "I thought you wanted to marry me."

"I do!" On this subject, Vanessa felt no hesitation. He would be kind to his wife, she was sure of it.

On Wednesday, Vanessa awoke with a bad feeling. She still hadn't cum and her body was nearly numb with the need to find release. And not the kind of numb where she didn't feel anything—that would be a good thing. No, it was the kind where her body stayed in a haze of desire that only minimally subsided when she sucked Jason.

Her skin was hot with little prickles all over and she was so wet she soaked through her clothes. She'd pleaded with Jason to let her wear panties so she could wear a pad to soak it up but he just laughed, enjoying her suffering.

For the third day she awoke to Jason's fingers playing with her clit. He knew how to bring her just to the point of orgasm, and then stop. This morning, he'd done it several times, until she dissolved into tears and begged him to let her cum.

He didn't.

She'd tried to suck him, normally an early morning requirement, but he'd denied her that as well.

He'd given her a rarely used dildo and so desperate to have anything in her mouth, she'd sucked on it until she almost came. Jason had snatched it away, and she'd cried again.

She'd called in sick this morning but as she waited outside for Ma'am to open the door, she felt jittery and disconnected from her body.

The door opened and she nearly fell inside. Ma'am caught her and her face landed right between her breasts. She inhaled deeply until Ma'am pushed her away.

"What are you doing Vanessa? We have guests!"

She huffed and then led her into a den. Her house was practically a mansion compared to her little apartment. In fact, her entire place could probably fit into this room.

There were three ladies, two about her age and one younger. They were seated on a sofa dressed minimally but given the hot weather she couldn't blame them. A tray with a glass pitcher of lemonade sat on a long table and Vanessa asked if she could have a glass. Her body was so hot and the cold drink looked refreshing.

"Vanessa, this Karen, Stacy and Emma. Please have a seat."

Ma'am poured her a glass, and she drank it down quickly. It was good, tangy yet sweet. "May I have another, Ma'am?"

The three women looked at each other curiously but Vanessa barely noticed as she swallowed down two more glasses of the icy liquid.

Vanessa's vision blurred and she blinked. Must be tired, she thought.

"Ma'am? Jason said your reading club was meeting today. What book are you ladies reading?"

The women chuckled and Vanessa smiled, releasing the button on her vest. It was so hot in here.

She actually hated this top. Jason had picked out her outfit as usual. She wore a red vest with no shirt beneath it and a black skirt that barely covered her ass. No bra and panties, of course.

Realizing her legs were open, she slammed them shut. She cast a sideways glance at the women who were staring at her breasts.

"No book, Vanessa. That's just something we tell our men when we women want to get together and play."

Vanessa laughed along with the other women, though she really didn't know why.

Ma'am reached inside her open vest and twisted her nipple. "Do you want to play, slut?"

Vanessa trembled. "Yes, Ma'am."

Heat surged into her cheeks as she peeked at the other women. They were blurry and moved side-to-side. Ma'am tugged her around by her nipple. When she saw the woman leaning back against the arm of the sofa with her skirt pulled up and her legs spread wide, her mouth watered.

"May I?"

Ma'am nodded and Vanessa dropped between her legs and buried her nose into her soaking pussy. She inhaled the musky scent of her sex, weak with desire. She circled her clit with her tongue, and then thrust her tongue into her cunt.

Ma'am quivered and jumped beneath the onslaught. There was no gentleness as Vanessa plunged two fingers into the wet hole and scooped up her cream. She licked her fingers and dug inside again. Before she could retrieve her treasure, Ma'am bucked, tensed, and cried out, "I'm cumming!"

She slumped beneath Vanessa and she stared at her in shock. What had she done?

Before she could form an answer, someone grabbed her by the hair. "My turn," a female voice snarled.

She pulled Vanessa onto the floor and pushed her mouth into her pussy. Vanessa hadn't seen her face and didn't know whose pussy she was eating. The woman ground against Vanessa's lips, hurting her. She was about to cum when someone behind Vanessa pulled her to her knees. She was hauled against the person who slid her arms around Vanessa's body. One hand twisted her nipple. The other hand plowed through her pubic hair, cupped her vagina and pressed the heel of her hand against her clit.

Karen stood up. She was so tall Vanessa had to stretch to reach her cunt.

Karen was so close to a climax, Vanessa could smell it. Her vibrant aroma seared her nostrils. Glancing to the left, she saw Emma watching in fascination. That meant Stacy was behind her.

Vanessa tried not to buck against her hand but couldn't resist. It felt so good.

Once again, Karen grabbed her hair and yanked her head to her vagina. Sandwiched between them, she felt waves of desire crash into her.

She tried to ask Stacy not to make her cum but the words were smothered by Karen's cunt. Vanessa dug her fingers into Karen's hips as she thrust into her again and again to get her off. If Stacy made her cum, Jason might hurt her again.

Karen arched against her and her juices squirted into her mouth. Vanessa drank it all.

Karen rubbed her behind the ear and she nuzzled her leg in contentment. Then she moved. Moaning, Stacy pushed her to the floor, rolled her sideways, lifted her leg and settled against Vanessa, pussy to pussy. She humped against her like a rutting dog, her eyes squeezed shut in delicious agony.

She fell to the ground writhing and Vanessa used her tongue to bring her to a second and third climax before the other woman finally sprawled on the floor, satiated.

Feeling shaky, Vanessa sat up and leaned back against the sofa. She couldn't figure out what was going on. Just as the haze began to lift, Ma'am offered her another glass of lemonade.

Thirsty, Vanessa drank it and then asked for a second glass.

She'd just finished the last glass when she saw Emma coming toward her. She had something gripped tightly in her hand.

A strap-on!

Vanessa wanted to run but knew she couldn't show any resistance. Ma'am would be angry and not give Jason permission to marry her.

She couldn't be fucked by a dildo, though. She'd cum.

Tears began to leak from her eyes she was so confused.

Emma knelt in front of her and began to kiss away her tears. Vanessa didn't move, wanting to turn in to her kiss, but afraid of rejection.

When Emma's lips tentatively touched hers, Vanessa melted. This was all she ever wanted, to be kissed, loved. She eagerly returned the kiss but Emma pulled back.

"Slow and easy. You in a rush?"

She smiled and Vanessa blushed.

Emma kissed her again and everything just faded away. She knew that Ma'am, Karen and Stacy were watching but she didn't care.

Stacy pulled Vanessa on top of her and wrapped her legs around Vanessa's waist. Their lips never broke contact.

Vanessa was in heaven.

Vanessa trailed her lips across Emma's hot flesh, kissing and nipping but again and again she returned to her mouth. She could stay there all day.

Gentle hands pushed on her shoulders and she moved to Emma's breast. Her lips closed around the tip and drew her nipple deep into her mouth. She was a little disappointed that there was no milk but sucked happily anyway. She wasn't a double D like Ma'am but her full breasts were firm and filled her mouth perfectly.

Eventually, she skimmed down Emma's body and buried her face in the third pussy that day. This time she made love to her vagina, kissing it and lightly teasing her with the tip of her finger.

Without warning, hands again pulled her to her knees. She reluctantly allowed herself to be pulled back only to discover that the other women were putting the strap-on on her.

Fingers played with her breasts and filled her cunt. She sighed, too far-gone to care anymore. Once the piece was in place, she lowered her body to Emma and began to kiss her again.

"Please make love to me, Vanessa," Emma pleaded.

Emma raised her legs and Vanessa sank the dildo into her. It was big, easily eight inches long and two inches round, so she gave Emma time to adjust.

When Emma began to shift her hips, slowly at first, and then faster, Vanessa began to fuck her. She pulled out and pushed back in until Emma was twisting her head back and forth.

With each thrust, the base of the dildo pressed into Vanessa's cunt. She was almost feverish with pleasure. The pressure built up so quickly it left her breathless, then after a long pause, the bubble burst and she collapsed on top of Emma.

Emma held her tight, kissing her deeply. "I love you, Vanessa."

Vanessa's heart nearly burst from her chest. Finally someone loved her!

Vanessa made sweet love to her until they were both spent. Finally she pulled the dildo out and rolled onto her back.

With a heavy groan, Karen slid her slit over the dildo and lowered herself in one stroke. She rose and fell with long, caressing strokes almost screaming in ecstasy. The pressure against Vanessa's clit drove her into a long, endless orgasm.

Suddenly Karen's entire body clenched. She threw her head back and cried out, bouncing on the dildo uncontrollably, and then dropped on top of Vanessa, sweaty and breathless.

She had barely staggered off of her when Stacy took her place. Soon, Vanessa lost count of the number of orgasms she had as the three women took turns riding the dildo to their satisfaction.

On Karen's third rotation, she slapped Vanessa's breasts and twisted her nipples until she cried in pain. Her frantic pleas must have turned Karen on because she had a long, powerful orgasm that left her convulsing for several minutes.

Finally, the women began to wind down and they staggered away. Crying and jerking spasmodically, Vanessa allowed Ma'am to pull her against her. She stuffed a breast into her mouth and squeezed until a squirt of milk hit the back of her throat.

Vanessa immediately latched on and began to suckle. The warm milk soothed her and her body began to settle down. Once she emptied both breasts, she fell asleep in the other woman's arms.



Succumbing To A Stranger's Kiss



I stare at her from afar with one thought in mind: she probably tastes really good. The only thing that's holding me back from walking over to her and inviting her to my apartment is that I have no idea what her sexual orientation might be. She keeps talking to men with a blush on her face. My reaction is to stare at the floor dismally.

"What's wrong?" A familiar voice pipes up behind me. "Are you okay?"

I turn around and smile when I set my gaze on Rob. He's a good friend, as well as the only person I know personally at this party. Everyone else is either an acquaintance or a stranger.

"Just day dreaming. You know how that goes."

"Yes, I do. Let me guess, you're wishing you had your arms around a certain lady right now?"

"Yeah," I say with a laugh. "But it's not going to happen."

"How come? You should at least try. Who is it? Can I know?"

Rob sits on the couch next to me and looks at me eagerly. I direct my eyes to the lady sitting on one of the bar stools across from us, and Rob grins.

"Well then, I can see what the fuss is all about. So you think that she doesn't play for your team?"

I stare at her while she has her gaze directed to someone else. I really don't know if she's straight, gay, or even bi. With most of the women I meet, it's kind of easy to tell. There is an aura about them that I pick up on. This certain lady has me perplexed, though. Her long silky black hair and vibrant red lipstick have been sported before by many gay women that I've met. Her outfit is certainly acceptable by both straight and gay women, including anyone in between. The black dress she has on is simple, but it looks perfect on her. It accentuates all of the curves that she has, yet leaves me longing for more.

"I really don't know, Rob. I don't want to keep my hopes up, though, so I'm saying that she's straight."

"I've seen her around before."

"Really? Where?" I ask as I tear my gaze away from the beautiful stranger.

"I saw her at another friend's party. She left early, though. I don't know where she went to."

"Was she with anyone at the time?"

"No. Even though she did talk with a couple of people. Mostly men."

"I see."

I redirect my gaze to the lovely lady and gasp in surprise when I notice that she's taring right at me. Her seductive green eyes are locked with my own, forcing me to pinch myself.

"Someone is into you," Rob mutters under his breath once he notices this exchange of glances.

My stomach does a somersault as I watch her stand up and walk toward me. I look away in panic, trying my best to not stare at her.

"Hey," she says once she is standing in my view.

"Hi," I say with a goofy smile. "How are you?"

"I'm doing all right. Not too bad, actually. How about yourself?"

Rob looks at me with an amused expression and says, "Excuse me, I have to get going."

He stands up to walk over to the bar, where he starts talking to the host of the party. The beautiful stranger looks at me oddly.

"I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?"

"No! Not at all. He just has to leave early to meet up with someone."

"Oh, okay. I got worried for a second. Do you mind if I sit down next to you?"

"Please do," I say happily.

She smiles as she takes the seat on the couch. I notice her sensual legs and breasts that are well covered underneath the dress of hers, making me squirm with longing inside. Her distinct perfume hits my nose and I have to force myself to not wander off into fantasy land.

"My name is Rose. How about yours?" she asks as she sets her eyes on me again.

"Dawn. I love your name. Are you Hispanic?"

"Yes, I am. How did you know?" she asks in surprise.

"It could be your banging body," I say quickly without thinking.

Rose tilts her head to the side and says, "Really now?"

Even though the tone in her voice is completely playful, I feel my cheeks burn red anyway. My gaze darts to the floor immediately in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry. I have this problem where I always say what's on my mind."

"You think that's a bad thing?" Her eyes roam around the room until they fall on me. "You know how many men have lied to me in the past just to impress me? They've told me that I have beautiful eyes and a great personality, but then I turn around the corner to hear them talking about my ass. I like honesty." Her lips curl into a smile. "I find it extremely sexy."

If my face wasn't flushed before, it certainly is now. Rose places her hand on my left thigh, adding a small amount of pressure on my already tense body. My eyes connect with hers, and for a quick instant I can perfectly tell what's on her mind. It's one of those moments where everything becomes clear, despite the busy conversations going on around us. I can only imagine what it would be like to have her naked in front of me as I caress her tanned skin all over...

She takes her hand from my leg and tears her gaze away from me. "Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom."

I watch as she stands up to walk to the bathroom down the hallway. Without thinking twice, I get up and follow her. I notice some of the other girls staring at me with desire imprinted on their faces. I'm not interested, though, but I can see why they might be. While I don't look like a complete dyke, I'm very aware that I come across as a male to many unsuspecting people. So these ladies are probably checking me out because they think that I'm a guy. I highly doubt that any of them are homosexual or bisexual. It's quite amusing, and I make a mental note of it as I follow after the beautiful stranger. She's about to open the door to step inside, but I manage to stop her right before she puts her foot on the tile floor. My heart pounds against my chest as she turns around to face me. If she's going to reject me, it will happen now.

"Did you miss me already?" she asks in a hushed voice.

I don't have time to respond because she suddenly grabs me by the hand and pulls me with her into the bathroom. Rejection is obviously something that I shouldn't be worrying about.

"You look really sexy in that outfit. Kind of androgynous. It's making me really wet."

I watch as she closes the door and locks it. She's just begging me to give her an orgasm, I think to myself as I bite my bottom lip roughly. She stands before me with a pair of glimmering green eyes that say it all. I pull her to me and kiss her fiercely with agonizing passion. I feel her body tremble as I lower my mouth down to her neck, where I begin to stuck and lick her sensitive skin. Moaning, she grabs my hand and places it on her left breast. I squeeze it as I continue to make out with her neck, making sure to pull at her erect nipple with two of my fingers. I'm about to lower her dress so that I can get easier access to her chest, but a loud knocking stops me in the middle of it. Rose groans and unwillingly steps back from me. Apparently our time has been cut short.

"Excuse me, but I need to go really bad!" It's a male voice, yelling from the other side of the door.

Rose groans. I laugh a little and squeeze her hand in sympathy. She opens the door and rushes past the guy while muttering something incoherent. The guy looks at me oddly in confusion, and I shrug.

"Sorry about that," I say as I follow after a distressed Rose.

She turns around the corner and looks at me with an annoyed expression as she says, "Well, it was nice getting to know you."

"Come on." I laugh in amusement. "We're leaving."

I take hold of her hand as I lead her out of the party and to the busy street outside. We walk to the parking lot right next to the building. Once we get to my car, I unlock the doors and quickly get inside. I'm about to start the engine, but Rose stops me by putting her hand over my own. My hand falters as I watch her take off her dress and bra right there in my car. I can't speak or move; I am too busy staring at her mesmerizing body.

"Sorry, I can't wait. I need you," she whispers in a sexy, apologetic voice.

I put my keys back into my pocket and try not to grin too much as she makes her way over to me. Rose climbs up on top of me and begins to kiss me passionately. I feel her lipstick smear on my own lips, but I could care less. My hands make their way down to her bare breasts, which I caress and squeeze gently. A moan escapes her lips as I pinch her nipples softly, and it entices me to break the kiss so that I can start sucking on one of them. She shivers and grinds her hips against my own in desperation. With my hand fondling her other breast, I suck on her erect nipple until she digs her nails into the back of my neck. The feeling of her nails scraping against my flesh sends a shiver right down my spine. I lick her nipple one more time before I move my hands down to her waist. She looks at me in complete anticipation, waiting for my next move.

I bring my mouth next to her ear and whisper, "Turn around."

Rose does as I say. Once I have her facing away from me, I slither my hands down her toned stomach and to the edge of her underwear. With her help, I slip them off her body. She parts her legs for me, and I lower my hand until it reaches her pubic hair. I hear her mumble something to herself and I stop moving my hand.

"You okay?" I ask her.

"Yeah. I'm fine," she says with hesitation in her voice. "It's just..."

"What is it? You can tell me."

"I've never done this before," she whispers quietly. "It's my first time with a woman."

A smile spills on my face as I continue to lower my hand. "Well then. I'll make it memorable for you."

She gasps as I reach her pussy, which is moist to the touch. Running my fingers across her clit, I bring my free hand to her left breast. I fondle it as I begin to tease her warm cunt with my middle finger. She tilts her head back and moans right into my ear. Her voice is divine. Knowing that she is fully comfortable now, I begin to finger her wet, slippery cunt. She gasps and starts to grind against me, which forces me to become aware of my own demanding lust. The friction is starting to make me wet, too. I want to taste her already, but I don't want to go too fast. Not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable, I continue to finger her until she digs her nails into my skin again. I have her moaning and writhing against me, which leads me to believe that she's ready for more.

"Get on your back," I whisper into her ear. "I want to taste you."

"You're naughty," she playfully says.

"So I've been told."

She laughs and stretches herself in a horizontal position. Bringing her legs around my neck, I gaze at her from this valuable angle. She is so fucking beautiful. I caress her soft stomach with my hand and bring my mouth to her warmth. I lick her clit slowly, savoring the feel of her soft mound on my lips and tongue. Rose moans loudly and thrusts her hips against my mouth. I slip my finger into her wet pussy and begin to toy with her as I continue to lick her clit. When I look down at her face, I find myself surprised to see her enjoying it already. Usually, girls who do this for the first time take awhile to get used to the fact that it's a girl, not a guy, making love to them. Rose apparently feels completely fine with it now. I can tell that she's immersed in nothing but pleasure by the way she is moving her hips against my finger and tongue. Her taste is sweet and exotic in my mouth. She starts to pant as her legs begin to tremble on my shoulder.

"That feels so good...don't stop that," she moans out in ecstasy.

I replace my finger with my tongue and begin to lick her to the point of no return. She gasps and thrusts her hips violently, prompting me to quicken my speed. Moaning loudly, she starts to shake all over as I feel her on the edge of orgasm.

"Fuck!" she screams in passion. "I'm going to come!"

She tilts her head back and rides out the pleasure as her body shakes violently. I lick her until the spasms cease and her breathing goes back to normal. Once her orgasm is done, I gently lay her down and let her sit up again. She looks at me with satisfaction.

"Thank you," Rose says as she climbs on my lap again and purrs into my ear. "No guy has ever made me feel like that."

"You taste really good. Just like I thought you would."

"Really?"

"Yup."

I kiss her, long and hard, until it feels like my lips are turning numb. With a grin, I shove her against the seat and place her legs around my shoulders again.

"Ready for round two?"



Succumbing to My Own Desire



One of the things I would just love to do if you were coming here to see me after work would be to pull you inside the door as soon as you get here. I wouldn’t even give you a chance to take off your coat or shoes. I would do that for you instead, but not before I got to feel your warm, soft, wet lips against mine, the ones I have been craving all day long. I would then get down on my hands and knees in front of you and untie your shoes, just thinking about kissing you all the way up your legs and taking your thick, rock hard cock in my mouth. But not yet; instead I would take your coat and go hang it up for you. Of course don’t think at all that I will have had my fill of you just because I stopped there. Oh no sweetheart, this is but the beginning, the very spark of the fire. 

I am sure you would follow me into my bedroom, where we would be alone, in the warmth and quietness of the room. I would turn around and push you up against the wall, and run my hands all over your body, unable to keep them to myself. However, first I will have to undress you. I would just start by unbuttoning your shirt… and running my warm hands this time all over your bare chest, and through your hair while my wet lips are all over yours. By this time there would be no question as to whether I would be wet or not my dear, I promise you I would be very wet, my pussy just ACHING and tingling at the thought of your lips all over it, or your huge cock pushing into me. And yet there is nothing I can do about it at this point. I have been like this the entire day, thinking about having you all to myself, teasing myself with this thought all day long. Now that I would finally have you all to myself, I definitely want to make sure we would both enjoy it immensely. 

Since you would still have your pants on, I would have to take them off, but the thing is I know deep down that I cannot wait much longer, the passion is building up terribly inside of me. I know how badly I want you, but I refuse to let that be known just yet. So I drop again to my knees, right in front of you, and begin to undo your belt and unzip your pants. I can just imagine the thoughts that are going through your head at this point. I am sure you would be thinking about me wrapping my lips all around your cock, and just the thought that you want it as much as I want to do it would make me terribly hot. But no, I have no intention, my sweet, in doing anything of the sort. Oh no… I have waited the entire day… you are not going to get off that easily.

So I take off your pants and seeing the bulge in your underwear, I couldn’t-simply could not- resist running my hands up your legs and over your balls and cock.

Sensing how I was feeling, you would decide to give me a taste of my own medicine and just throw me onto the bed… and start running your hands all over me, stripping me down. Deep down inside you know that I want you very much, but you refuse to give into that just yet, even though I am completely yielded to anything you may suggest and I can guarantee that by this time I would be completely in your hands. But you would make sure I did not get exactly what I wanted-just yet. You would tease me first, by sucking on my nipples, even biting them gently from time to time, making me cry out, like you are so good at doing. Except that when you make me squirm, I move around so much it makes it difficult I am sure for you to do this, and so you take the rope from me and tie me down so that you can drive me absolutely wild. Then you would be able to do whatever you pleased to me and I would be able to do absolutely nothing about it. I would be forced to lie there and endure it. And then you would push your warm wet mouth against my pussy, after having teased it with your fingers, making me want to cum so badly, making me want you so deep inside of me. So I would ask you to push yourself inside of me, even if I must stay tied up.

Of course, if you decide to give me what I ask is up to you, but after much coaxing I would hope that you finally agree and just push yourself deep inside of me making me gasp with pleasure. Naturally, you like the idea of me being somewhat helpless and so you keep me all tied up while you thrust your hard, huge cock inside of me.

But, you have other plans for how you want to cum this time. Now that you have me on fire… you decide to tease me and stop. You tell me to get down on my hands and knees again because you want to feel your cock inside of my mouth, you want to feel my lips closing around the head of it… you want to see my head go all the way down and come back up, to feel my tongue circling the head of it. You want to feel me suck with everything I have and you want to cum inside my mouth.

So this way you make sure I have to work very hard to get what I want… and because you have me so incredibly turned on, you know I WILL work for it.



Succumbing To Their Lust



Both characters in this story are over eighteen.

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Alex walked up the hill towards his older sister's house. He and Heather had always been close, even though they didn't see each other that often, but it had recently gotten awkward for him. He'd started to remember when he was younger, and he would peep on her. It definitely wasn't curiosity; he felt a sexual attraction toward her. He now realized these feelings had never really died, but it was more than that. Heather had basically become his image of female perfection. Everything he found sexy in women, even the little things, all went back to her.

Fortunately, any time they'd gotten together since then, he'd had no problem acting normal. He walked up to her front door and rang the bell. It took about a minute or so for her to get there. Heather was, to put it simply, a BBW. She was a little larger than when she was younger, but still very attractive. Her attire on this day suggested she was still getting dressed for their lunch out.

"Alex, you're early. Well, come in." He came in, closing the door behind him, and followed his sister to her room. Heather didn't mind changing in front of her brother. Even though he used to peep on her, she figured that was just a phase, and he had no real desire to see her like that, and would just look away. After all, she was his sister. It was the same way for her; she'd always had a thing for big guys, and Alex was definitely big, a clear foot taller than her. But she'd never connected the two, because he was her brother, and you just don't have those kinds of thoughts about your brother. Right?

Heather took off her t-shirt, and Alex's heart immediately began racing. Ordinarily, he would look away, but now, he felt compelled to stare, as his sister went to her closet to pick out a fresh shirt. Some inner force was trying to push him forwards. He knew if he did what he was starting to think of, it couldn't end well.

Heather was about to pull out a blouse, when she felt her brother's hand on her shoulder, and her heart started pounding. "Alex, what are you-" She stopped, as her brother started rubbing her shoulder, then she felt his other hand on her arm. What really made her gasp, though, was when she felt his lips on her shoulders and neck. This caused her nipples to harden, and her pussy to moisten. "Ohh...Alex..." She involuntarily pushed her huge, soft ass into him, and felt his big, hard cock push back. Heather didn't know what had gotten into her brother, but she knew it was all kinds of wrong, and she knew she didn't want him to stop.

Alex moved his hands down, down to her black cotton bra, and started to slowly squeeze his sister's natural, F-cup breasts. "Oh, God, Alex." Heather loved to have her tits squeezed, and her brother did it just right. "Just like that, baby." She moved her hand behind her, and started massaging her brother's cock through his pants. Alex actually seemed to get harder as she stroked him slowly.

Finally, she turned around, and they looked into each other's eyes. Both felt the same thing; that what they were doing was wrong, but they wanted each other so badly, it ached. After a silent moment, Alex leaned in, and kissed Heather hungrily on the lips. Heather started rubbing her hands all over her brother's chest and shoulders, as they inserted their tongues in each other's mouths. Alex then started kissing down his sister's neck. "Oh, God, Alex. Touch me." He then started kissing down her chest, and groping her large breasts, and she moaned her approval. Heather lowered her straps, unhooked her bra, and slid it off.

Alex had forgotten how beautiful his sister's naked breasts were, with their big, dark brown nipples and areolas. "Ohhh..." Heather moaned, and her knees shook slightly, as her brother started licking and sucking on her tits. "Mmm, baby, wait..." Alex stood back, and she walked towards her unmade bed, dropping her pants and panties on the way. She then lay down on her side, smiling at him.

Alex immediately started taking everything off. He wasn't exactly fond of his body, but his sister seemed to approve. He got down on the bed with her, and they again kissed fervently. Alex kissed down Heather's neck and chest, and once again squeezed and sucked on her big tits. "Uhmmm, just like that, baby." As Alex started to kiss down her soft, round belly, a realization hit her. "Holy shit," she thought, "this is my brother." Thinking about this, she got a hot feeling in her stomach, which turned her on even more.

Alex continued to slowly kiss his way down his sister's soft belly. This was another fetish he'd picked up from peeping on her. He paused at her navel, and licked around the rim. He then moved down, and her hairy bush tickled his face. His sister twitched slightly, as his thick beard was tickling her, too. He got down to her pussy, and held it open. He could see his sister's pussy was practically dripping wet, and when he breathed in, the smell intoxicated him. Heather's brow furrowed, as Alex started slowly licking the inside of her cunt. He was mostly just licking up her juices at first, but then he buried his tongue inside her snatch.

"Oh, God, yesss..." Heather got up on her elbows, to watch her brother eat her pussy. She smiled, ran her fingers through his hair, and said, "You like the way my pussy tastes, Alex?" Her brother answered by sliding his tongue deeper inside her.

Alex wanted to taste his sister's orgasm, so he started rubbing her throbbing clit with his thumb. "Oh, God, Alex! Just like that, baby..." She started slowly grinding her hips, as she felt the orgasm slowly approaching. "Oh, God," she whispered, "make your sister cum! Make your sister cum!" Finally, the orgasm hit her, and she clutched her tits hard, as it moved all throughout her body.

"Mmm, switch places with me." Alex got down where his sister had just laid. It was hot that day, and the sheets were already soaked with her sweat, the smell of which filled flooded his nostrils. Heather sat at his feet. "You enjoying yourself, baby?"

"Yeah."

"That's good." She kissed down his chest and stomach, and then wrapped her lips around his cock. Heather again got the hot feeling inside her, so hot her nipples burned, as she felt her brother's cock grow inside her mouth. She slid her mouth up and down it, until the head was so swollen, it barely fit inside her mouth. She licked and sucked on it, while stroking his shaft.

Heather then scooted up a little, and wrapped her huge tits around Alex's rigid cock. It felt really good having her brother's cock between her tits, and she knew it felt even better for him. She alternated sucking him off and titty-fucking him, until she sensed he was close to cumming. "Alex?"

"Huh?"

"Switch with me." They again switched places.

She lay back and rubbed between her legs. Alex propped himself up over her, and slowly slid his cock into her. Heather's tight, hot pussy gripped her brother, and he began to slowly thrust his hips. "Ohh, God..." She wrapped her arms around him, and squeezed him tight, as he fucked her. The otherwise silent room was filled with their gasps and moans, as brother and sister made love to each other. "God, I love you, brother! I really love you!"

"I love you, too, sis." They thrust into each other for several minutes, until finally they both climaxed at the same time. Heather shuddered as she felt her brother's cock explode inside her, filling her pussy with his hot seed.

He rolled off of her, and she cozied up to him, smiled, and caressed his chest with her hand. "That was so wrong, but I can't wait to do it again." They kissed passionately, like two satisfied lovers.



Succumbing to You



I'm dressed in a white low cut top and short black and white skirt. You move towards me and kiss me full on the lips. You turn me round pull me close to you, I can feel your bugle pressing against my back. You run your hands down my body, starting from my shoulders down to my tits were you stop to rub and squeeze them. Then your hands move down to my stomach until you come to the bottom of my top, you pull it up over my tits were you begin to massage my tits with your hands you can feel my nipples becoming hard beneath your hands. You move your hands behind my back and release my tits from my bra. You move your hands back to my tits and roll each nipple between your thumb and finger you can feel them become harder as you continue roll n squeeze them harder. This makes me softly moan, I feel my pussy becoming wet and wanting your touch.

You move your hands down towards my legs. Through my skirt you can feel my stockings and suspenders. You throw me face down on the bed, you lift my skirt over my ass. You can see that I'm wearing black lacy knickers. You rub your hands over my ass to my pussy. Feeling my wetness through my knickers. You then pull my knickers between my ass and pussy. You grab my hands and tie them behind my back. You rub your hands over my ass down my legs feeling the silky material of my stockings you stand there rubbing up and down my legs enjoying the silky feeling of my stockings. You start to spank my bare ass cheeks, telling me how naughty I am. You spank me hard leaving red marks on my cheeks. 

You blindfold me then move me up on my knees. You grab both sides of my knickers and pull them high on my hips. You start lick up and down my pussy. You move a bit away from me but close enough for me still to feel your hot breath on my pussy. You lick my clit with the tip of your tongue which makes me jump. You can feel my wetness through my knickers. You pull hard on my knickers making them tighter on my ass and pussy sending shivers through my body. You lick up and down my pussy sucking clit making it hard in your mouth. I start rock my hips back and forth against your face. 

You flip me over on to my back and rip off my knickers. You then dive your face into my very wet pussy. You lick me up and down with the tip of your tongue, then you dive your tongue into my juicy hole which makes me moan out loud. I squeeze my legs around your head. Then I start to fuck your face with my pussy going faster and faster until I squirt all over your face and fill your mouth with my juices. You move towards my face, I can feel my juices dripping of your face on to my stomach and tits. I can sense you above my face but not sure what you are going to next. I feel your thumb on my chin, you slowly open my mouth wide. I can feel my juices flowing out of your mouth to mine. You move down and kiss me making sure .I get every single drop. 

You start to kiss my neck, heading towards my tits. You kiss all around my tits. You lick my nipple making it wet, then blow on it making it erect, sending shivers cascading through my whole body. You move your hand towards my shaven pussy, you start to rub my clit with one finger, going in a circular motion. Then you hold my clit between two fingers and rubbing it up and down going faster with every stroke. My pussy is on fire wanting your touch. You rub your whole hand up and down my pussy, feeling how wet it is, covering your hand with my juices, You then insert one finger in my wet hole finger fucking hard and faster. Then you insert another finger inside me fucking me faster and deeper with every stroke. With your thumb your start to rub my clit up and down. You can feel my pussy squeezing your fingers as you fuck me deeper. I squirt my juices all over hand. You tell me how fucking hot that is as you rub my juices over my stomach and tits.