6 comments/ 34385 views/ 4 favorites In The Bald By: Belle_in_south Click! The digital camera hummed for a moment as it stored the picture of the hummingbird on the memory stick. Emma smiled, lowering the camera to watch the bird flit among the flowers. She lifted her face to the sun and enjoyed the breeze blowing through the forest. She inhaled, holding the fresh air in her lungs for a moment. Her hiking boot crunched along the pine needles covering the trail as she inched quietly among the trees. She enjoyed the filter the leaves created for the light as she squatted next to a rock and surveyed the scene. She brought the camera up and looked into the LCD screen, surveying the surrounding area for something else to photograph. She caught sight of movement through the trees and began creeping forward, being careful not to make a sound to disturb the creature lurking nearby. She hugged the trees and stayed in the shadow, not wanting to startle whatever it was before she got a picture. She weaved among the vines, becoming part of the forest as she closed the distance. She adjusted the focus and shutter speed for lighting as the big buck came into view. From its antlers, she knew it was a six point animal and suddenly she was glad she had eased away from Ty and his buddies. Ty wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet into the majestic animal and mount the head on the wall in his living room. Emma fought the urge to gasp and stare. She clicked the shutter as rapidly as she could, thrilled when the creature looked straight into the lens before bounding away. Emma stood up among the bushes as the male deer darted around the trees and raced away from her. He stopped just before he disappeared over the horizon and looked back at her. She rapidly brought the camera back to her eye and started to snap another picture when a female and a fawn joined the buck. Emma snapped another shot before the family faded into the trees. Emma sighed contentedly and smiled to herself as she continued walking through the woods. Emma dropped her eyes to the back of the camera as she walked without looking. She pushed the button on the camera to play and scrolled through the pictures she had taken that morning, deleting those she didn't like. She used the buttons to crop some of the images, zooming in on the hummingbird. She was amazed that the high speed camera could capture the tiny wings. She smiled and moved on to the pictures that she had just taken of the deer. She cropped the family picture and smiled, certain that she would be able to sell the photograph in an upcoming show. She stopped walking and looked around, her brows coming together as she studied her surroundings. She had stumbled into a clearing. The trees immediately around the bald were close together, as if forming a natural barrier. She frowned and turned a circle, uncertain how she had gotten to the unusual spot. She lifted the camera and began snapping pictures of the area, wanting to capture every detail to study later. She couldn't remember ever seeing greener grass in the United States. It reminded her more of photographs from Ireland than the typically coarse grasslands found in the southern US. The clearing was about twenty yards in diameter and she was amazed that it formed a perfect circle. She was certain that if she saw it from above that she would not be able to identify any imperfections in the shape. The clearing rose toward the center and perched there was a tall rock. Smaller rocks surrounded the clearing, each one located about two feet from the last. She walked over to one of the smaller rocks and looked up at it, wondering how she could associate the word small with it. It was as wide as her arm span and at least six feet tall. The center stone was possibly twice that, but still not as tall as the surrounding forest. She dropped the camera, letting it dangle from the strap around her neck, and placed her palms flat against the stone. She expected it to be cool to the touch because of the shade provided by the towering trees, but it felt warm. As she moved her hands over the smooth rock, it seemed to grow warmer. The rock was smooth. There were no bumps or dips in the surface facing the center stone. She circled the rock and found that the back had not been shaped. Lichens and moss were growing on the back where none had been on the side toward the center of the circle. She started to dismiss the plant life, remembering something about moss only growing on the north side of surfaces till she looked across the clearing at the rock directly diagonal. She marched across the clearing till she reached that stone and was surprised to find no moss on the inside but a thick blanket on the back. She took pictures of the front and back of the stone before lifting her eyes to the sky to try to determine what direction was north. The sun was to her left and it was just after ten in the morning. She moved to the center stone and took a picture facing each of the cardinal directions. North. Click. East. Click. South. Click. West. Click. She turned to the center stone and walked around it. No moss or lichens were growing on either side of the square structure pointing toward the sky. She grinned to herself, thinking of phallic symbols in ancient architecture then shrugged. Plenty of modern architects incorporated phallic symbols in their work, too. Ty was one of them. Every structure he designed seemed to have some sort of single tower worked into the center of the blueprint. However, very few of Ty's buildings felt as virile as this clearing in the woods. As soon as the word virile popped into Emma's head she felt a heated blush race through her body. It occurred to her that the monolith surrounded by the green grass could represent an aroused cock standing at attention, preparing to thrust into a warm pussy. The image caused excitement to flood through her body. Her nipples tightened and she felt a tingle in her own intimate areas. She shook her head to try to remove the image and placed her palms on the obelisk. As soon as she touched the surface, an electric jolt rushed through her. It knocked her away from the tower. She landed on her bottom. Her vision swam and blurred before growing dark. As she lay back on the soft grass with electricity coursing through her body, her senses were bombarded with sensations. She could not pry her eyes open but she was aware of an aura of unbridled lust rising around her. The images of ceremonial orgies flashed against her closed eyelids. Her nose was filled with the odor of desire, the heavy smell of women with slick pussy lips, and the tang of sweat covering rutting bodies. The echo of heavy panting tickled her ears, punctuated by the sound of skin slapping eagerly against skin. She shook her head, trying to open her eyes and escape the impressions bombarding her helpless psyche. She almost cried out when she felt hands touching her. She struggled harder to see who had joined her in the stone circle. Fingers caressed her skin, pinned her in place on the cool grass as the heat pouring from her body rose higher. She felt her clothes melt away and suddenly her mind and body were wrestling with her sanity. She knew her shirt was still in place but she was also certain that she could feel hot breath warming and teasing her swollen nipples. She twisted, feeling the material of the shirt rub against the extended buds, but at the same time, she felt a wet mouth suckling at one of her small breasts. She released a moan as the sensations doubled, the arguments from her mind weakening as she felt invisible hands tearing at her shorts and underwear. The smell of lust was her own delicious aroma. She felt her hips rising to meet the touch of the spirits pouring from the rocks. The ghosts opened her, stretched her, and filled her. She could feel thrusting against her mound and could not stop her own sexual instincts from taking over her body. For a moment, she could see herself how she was, a fully clothed woman writhing on the ground alone, her hips rising and falling in a steady rhythm as she humped the air. Her body knew what her eyes could not see. She was being fucked. Judging by the hands moving over her body, she was being fucked by several. The imperceptible monster inside her was touching her places that she had never been reached by a human partner before. It had her stretched wider that any lover had ever filled her. She cried out as she exploded in a spiraling radar of sensation. Her whole body was rocked with the outburst. Her muscles trembled as she continued screaming through another. Still, the unseen hands did not release her. They continued to push her and lift her. The indistinguishable cock pounding in and out of her wet pussy continued its terrible assault. The pleasure became pain and she screamed in agony. She pleaded wordlessly for the attack to end. It stopped as quickly as it ended. Her eyes popped open and the spirits receded into the stones. The sun blinded her and she brought her hand up, trying to adjust to the dazzling. The only evidence of her experience was her trembling muscles. She could feel her lower lips sliding together to create a delightful friction, but she did not want the beast to be on her again. She struggled to her feet, but her knees gave out and she collapsed. She was tempted to curl up in defeat, but when she closed her eyes she felt the spirits rising from the sacred ground. Emma fought giving in to their desire and began crawling toward the edge of the circle. She felt the creatures that belonged to the stones tugging her back, but she gathered all of her courage and strength to inch beyond the rocks and past the trees. She finally reached a fallen log and pulled herself into a sitting position on it. She rested her elbows on her knees and pressed her face into her hands. Her weak body was the only indication that what she had experienced was real. No one would ever believe what had happened. She wasn't certain that she believed it herself. She heard rustling and lifted her head. A wolf stood a few feet from her. Its short hair had a reddish tint to the tips and the eyes were jewels of emerald green. Emma froze as the wolf advanced on her, her body's reaction changing instantly. She forgot about the experience in the stone circle as her heart lodged into her throat. Her body broke into a cold sweat as she stared into the wolf's eyes. She trembled as it came closer. If she tried to run, it would be on her in a second. If she stayed in place she might have a chance of survival. The animal would sniff her out, decide she was no threat, and leave her alone. She would escape back to Ty and never drift into the woods alone again. The eyes of the animal enthralled Emma. She had never seen a creature with eyes so intelligent and gentle. She leaned forward a little, hypnotized by the wolf's gaze. She didn't think about the possibility that the wolf was luring her into complacency so that it would be easier to launch a successful attack. As she moved, her camera knocked against her knees. Without breaking the stare, she lifted the camera and snapped a picture of the creature's face. The noise startled the animal and it darted into the woods without disturbing the stranger any further. Emma slouched as her adrenaline level returned to normal. She felt a wave of dizziness wash through her body. She carefully moved to the forest floor, pressing her back to the log that had been her bench. Nausea washed over her and she leaned forward, but nothing escaped. She laid her head back and allowed the looming blackness to consume her. * * * She'd had the dream again. Every time she had the dream she was amazed at the vividness of the vision. She could feel the twigs beneath her hands and feet as she loped through the forest. Her eyesight and sense of smell seemed to be sharper when she was lost in the hallucination. Her muscles always ached when she woke, as if in her sleep she had worked them in tandem with her motions in the dream. She sat up and looked around, her mind fuzzy. She had run far and fast in her dream and there was a blanket of cool sweat covering her body. The dream seemed to be coming more frequently now. Each one seemed to last longer than the previous. It was always the same. She dreamed she was a wolf racing through the forest. In the dreams, she was roaming among the trees, driven by the primal needs of the creature she was becoming. She found it harder to wake each time and was afraid that she would eventually not wake. Her mind would be lost to the hallucination of the wolf while her body wasted away from hunger and thirst. She stood, digging her toes into the soft moss on the ground. The cabin was about hundred feet away. It didn't occur to her to wonder how she had gotten outside. When she had the dream, she never woke where she had fallen asleep. She supposed that the dream must drive her to walk in her sleep. That would also explain why she woke tired and sore. She didn't like to think about how far she might run when she dreamed about being the wolf. She didn't return to the cabin. She stretched her body, easing the tightness of her muscles. The sun felt good on her body as she walked through the trees to the spring. She was nude as she moved deftly through the forest and the branches scratched at her bare skin. She found herself moving faster and faster, racing toward the spring. The spring would be cold, but perhaps the cold water would snap her out of the daze the vision created. She could focus again. She splashed into the spring, her body moving at full throttle as she threw herself face first into the icy depths. She laid there for a moment, holding her breath as her red hair floated around her, then stood up and began splashing water on her body, trying to scrub the stench of the wolf from her skin. Eventually, the water began to relax her. Her movements slowed and she allowed the trickling water to ease her body and mind away from the nightmare. She wanted the chill to wash away the memory of racing through the trees on all fours and lull away the desire to give in to the urge to be the beast. In the Bank I work in local banks at night, repairing equipment after the employees leave. I'm used to seeing the cleaners and other vendors come and go at various times. I had seen this one particular cleaner a couple of times in the same branch but had not talked to her. She caught my eye because she was very attractive and kept a dark tan all winter long. Finally, a couple of nights ago, I had a chance to talk to her for a while and we hit it off pretty well. She was working while we talked and I got a generous view of her breasts every time she bent over thanks to the low-cut sweater she was wearing. Also, her jeans had worked their way down until the top of her ass was showing and she hadn't bothered to pull them back up. She was actually showing very little but it was one of the sexiest displays I had ever seen. I had a difficult time resisting the urge to walk over where she was and slide my hand down inside her jeans. So we bullshitted for a little bit and I tried to not be too obvious about staring at her, but, of course she caught me a few times. Running out of things to say, I returned to working on the equipment while she finished cleaning. I heard her go into the back room and a few minutes later, she called out to me, asking me to help her with something. Of course, the first thing I thought was that she had decided to fuck my brains out and was in the back (where there were no cameras) waiting for me. I immediately put that idea out of my head since that sort of thing never happens in the real world. Or at least it never happened to me. So I'm pretty positive that my chin hit the floor when I walked into the darkened kitchen area and found her standing there wearing nothing but her tan. "I saw you looking at me and I decided to take a chance, this is so fucking hot," she said. "Shit, you're the one that's fucking hot," I replied as I moved closer and started unbuttoning my shirt. "Someone might drive by and see us," she said, gesturing behind us at the large window with the half open blinds. "Hell, that's half the fun," I said, stripping off my pants and shoes and dropping them on the floor next to her clothes. "I knew you were my kind of man." "You're about to find out," I said, standing in front of her and taking a minute to enjoy the sight of her naked body. She smelled great and looked even better. I moved in closer and kissed her, running my hands all over her body while she did the same to me. I ended up playing with her clit and licking her nipples while she stroked my cock. "I think you better fuck me," she said quietly. I told her that I thought that was an excellent idea. She leaned back onto the table and spread her legs. I slid into her pussy with one smooth stroke and held myself there for a second. She was tight and soaking wet and it was wonderful. "C'mon," she gasped. "Say please." "Please, please fuck me." By way of reply, I pulled my cock nearly all of the way out of her and then slowly slid it back in. I gradually increased the tempo until I was really slamming it into her. She moaned and the table shook as we fucked, kissed, grabbed, and bit each other. We were totally in heat and completely oblivious to everything else. Then I thought of a way to make it hotter for her since I was facing the window. After a few minutes, I whispered to her, "Someone's watching us." There wasn't anybody there of course, but I thought she would like the idea that someone was. "Oh God, that's so hot," she said after letting out a low, animal moan. "I can see her in her car, she's watching us and now she's got her legs spread." "Oh God, oh God, oh God," she cried, getting louder with each word. "I'm coming, baby, come with me," I nearly yelled, more turned than I could remember being for a long time. "Oh God, fill me up, Oh God, I'm coming." I did indeed fill her up a second later as I climaxed and came inside her. She wrapped her legs around me and came too. I could feel her pussy actually contracting around my cock as I pumped my cum into her. After a few minutes, I pulled out and stepped back. She dropped to her knees and licked me clean, which nearly made me come again. After that, we each grabbed our clothes and scooted into the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. A little later she left to go to the next branch she had to clean. I walked out with her and we smoked a cigarette while we made plans to meet at that one the next night and have sex again, but this time on the manager's desk. I watched her leave and then went inside and got back to work. In The Barn The early 1960's, in a rural area of Monroe County, and an event that changed the life of an 18 year old lad. *** Sound travels in the night out where I grew up, on a farm hidden on a back-road far away from anything remotely resembling civilization, so when I heard the faint noises coming from the barn back behind our house, I had to investigate. Clad only in my underwear, I tiptoed down the hall so as not to wake my folks. I had a hunch I knew what was going on, because I heard similar noises one time last summer. I still remember seeing Janie Philips back there in the barn on her back in the hay with our farmhand Lester Jones on top of her, pounding away like there was no tomorrow. After I got over the initial shock of seeing the preacher's homely daughter getting screwed by Lester, I jerked off while watching. Afterward, when swearing my best friend Tyler to secrecy, I told him about it, it got him so hot that we ended up giving each other hand jobs. That was something we did a lot of anyway, seeing as how this area wasn't the social hotbed of Monroe County. "Did you get to see Lester's dick?" Tyler asked him as we stroked each other's boners. "I heard the black guys all got big ones." I hadn't, I informed Tyler, having only seen his big black ass and his balls slapping into little Janie's crotch, but if the size of those balls were any indication, I figured that maybe Tyler's theory was right. So with that memory still fresh in my mind, I moved silently in the night out to the barn, expecting to see Janie getting drilled by Lester again. My dick was already hard in anticipation as I moved to the same place I had spied on Lester before, but what I saw and heard was not what I expected. Lester was back there alright, and he was as naked as the day he was born, his shiny black skin shining in the dim light given off by the lantern hanging on the beam beside him. He was standing behind somebody, and he was fucking that person too. Hard. It wasn't Janie this time though. The person was naked, and was as starkly white as Lester was black, with only a farmer's tan on the arms and above the neck providing any color. It sure wasn't Janie, and I almost fainted when it was obvious that it wasn't even a she. It was a man - an old guy - and he was standing on something to make up for the difference in their height as Lester stood behind him, humping hard while the skinny white man stood with a wide stance, bracing his hands against the wall of the barn and grunting with every savage thrust that made his entire body lurch upward. My initial reaction was to charge in and help the poor old guy, even though Lester was so big and strong he could probably knock me out while continuing to pound away on his victim. Clearly, Lester had to be forcing himself on the old geezer, because I knew that man all my life, and he would never do anything like this willingly. You see, that man was my father. The more I watched though, the more I realized that this was no rape. My father was there because he wanted to be. A red bandanna was stuffed in his mouth to likely silence him, and his face was strained and nearly as crimson as the kerchief, but Dad was being taken willingly. Lester's hands were around my father, with one around his chest and the other down between my Dad's legs. Lester had my father's dick in his clenched fist and was yanking hard on the skinny pale dick that practically disappeared in the big black paw. Harder and harder Lester went, and I could hear his feral-sounding breathing along with my father's muffled grunting. Dad's eyes were first bugging out and then rolling back in his head, as jets of cum erupted from my father's dick. My father's body seemed to go as limp as his dick was, and Lester seemed to be holding him up as he made a face and then exhaled loudly. All went silent before Lester moved around and took my Dad in his arms. They embraced, and then Dad picked up his clothes, his wiry body now looking even older than his 55 years as he threw some of them on before leaving the barn while walking gingerly. I remained where I stood, watching Lester pick up his overalls, his hard muscled body drenched with sweat. Tyler was right, I noted. I didn't know if all black guys had big ones, but Lester sure did. That wrinkled black tube looked like an elephant's trunk as it swung between his legs. Just before his pulled on his clothes, I came, spurting a load and a half all over the back wall of the barn while watching Lester dress. I stayed back there as Lester made his way out the side door of the barn and down the path to the little cabin he shared with his wife. His wife. Lester was married. What was he doing with my Dad? A better question would be, what was my old man doing with him? Dad was married too. Inside the house, I saw the downstairs bathroom light go on. Dad was probably taking a shower, rinsing the evidence of his midnight antics before climbing back in bed with Mom. I was wide awake now, and so instead of waiting until it was safe to go back inside I decided to take a ride down to my friend Tyler's farm. If there was anybody around, the sight of an 18 year old kid in his underwear riding a bike would certainly raise eyebrows, but this was very rural country and a car driving down that road even during the day was a rare event. It was about a half mile to Tyler's, and after I pedaled down there I ditched the bike in the weeds and went to the back of the house, using our own method of knocking on the door. After the second pebble grazed Tyler's bedroom window, he opened it and stuck his head out, looking as groggy as you would expect one being that just got rousted out of bed. "Gotta talk to you," I hissed, and I guess that was enough to get him down a minute later. Tyler had pajama bottoms on, and when he saw me in my underwear he laughed as we went into his barn so we didn't wake up his folks. "This better be good," Tyler said while lighting the lantern and adjusting the flame as low as he could. "Lester," I said, and I barely got the word out when Tyler got all animated. "He fucking Janie again?" Tyler said. "He's done," I said, recalling the promise I had made to come get him if I saw them at it again. "Shit!" Tyler said as he cursed his misfortune. "It wasn't Janie," I told him. "It was a man." "You're shittin' me!" Tyler gasped. "Who?" "Uh - I don't know," I said, not ready to tell my friend that my father had been the one. "Didn't get a good look at him." I then proceeded to tell Tyler all about what I had seen. It wasn't easy, because Tyler kept interrupting me for more details, but after I finished Tyler was beside himself. "Pretty crazy, huh?" I asked after finishing the story. "Oh man!" Tyler said. "Look what your story did to me." Tyler undid his pajamas, exposing his erection, which bobbed in front of him in the dim light. "I would have jerked off too, if I was there," Tyler said. "You wanna - you know?" I had just cum a little while ago, and after I reminded him of that he had another idea. "You wanna do that?" Tyler asked. "You know - what Lester did to that guy?" We had never mentioned that before, having confined ourselves to stroking each other's cocks with the exception of one time when we sucked each other's dicks pretty badly. I think we were thinking more about having to face each other afterward, because I didn't mind doing it. "I'll do it to you, and then you can do it to me," Tyler offered. For some reason, I went along with it. There I was with my pants off in Tyler's barn, on my knees with Tyler kneeling behind me. I felt his dick against my asshole, and even though Tyler's wasn't very fat I knew that this wasn't going to work. "I got some Cornhuskers back here," Tyler recalled after realizing that there needed to be some lubrication involved. Tyler rummaged around a shelf in the back of the barn and came back running, his dick bouncing as he moved. I could hear the squishing sounds as he rubbed the lotion on his boner, and then he was back behind me again. "Shit, this is tight!" Tyler gasped as he pushed the tip of his dick inside of me, and even though his pecker wasn't much bigger than a wiener it felt like a log as it eased into someplace that had been a one-way street until that moment. "Oh fuck!" Tyler cried out as he moved forward, pushing his six inches all the way in, and it felt like six feet of dick as it drilled into my virgin rectum. Funny thing was that it stopped hurting almost right away, and started to feel really good. So good, that my cock started to get hard as Tyler's dick slid in and out of my ass, and I thought that if he kept going, he might make me cum without my dick being touched. Tyler had no self-control, however, and way too soon he groaned as I felt his dick twitch in my ass, and then a warm feeling filled my bowels. The next thing I knew, his dick was shriveling inside of me and then wiggling out. "Oh fuck, that felt good," Tyler said as he stayed crouched over me. "It felt so good that I couldn't stop from cumming. That isn't fair. I only got to do it for a few seconds." "Tough shit," I said as I got up and felt his cum oozing out of my ass, pissed off that he hadn't lasted longer. "Get down there where I was." I was pulling on my dick as I spoke, and as my friend saw me lubricating my stiff dick, Tyler started to freak out. "I gotta go in," Tyler said, but I grabbed him before he could get away. "You run out on me now and I'll kick your ass," I warned Tyler, who stared at my boner while I kept slicking it up. "Don't hurt me," Tyler whined. "This isn't fair. Yours is way bigger than mine." "Don't be stupid," I said as he got down on his knees. "Let me do this first," Tyler whined as he took the bottle of lotion, and after pouring some on his finger, reached back and started slipping his finger in and out of his anus. "Not so bad, is it?" I asked, the sight of Tyler with his ass in the ass, prepping his own ass turning me on. While it was true that my cock was bigger than Tyler's, that wasn't saying all that much since his was small. The head of it did look big though, when I pressed the greased head of it between his bony ass cheeks and pushed forward. Tyler started crying when I forced the crown though his puckered ring, but I paid him no mind as I pushed most of it into him. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer that Tyler had, because it was hot and tight in there, and it felt good. Tyler's squirming and whimpering didn't take anything away from what I was doing, and in fact it may have added to the excitement, as I was forced to grab a fist-full of his hair and tell him to shut up and take it like a man. Soon I was cumming, filling his bowels with my cream, and then I was pulling my limp dick out of his ass. "You all right?" I asked my whimpering friend, who finally admitted he was okay. "I liked it better the other way," Tyler said as we prepared to leave the barn. "When I had my dick in your ass." I didn't say anything, because if I had been forced to be honest, I would have forced to say that I liked it all, way too much. And if I was really honest, what I wanted was for Lester to take me like he had my father. Would it feel good - as good as Tyler's did? Lester's cock was so big. Would it not only hurt me, but damage me? Strangely, the risk seemed like it would be worth it. The other thing that both disturbed and excited me as I headed back home, was that when I was humping Tyler's ass, I had been fantasizing that it wasn't his ass at all. It was my father's. Where did that idea come from? My thoughts were as sex-crazed as any other guy my age, but I had never for a moment had an erotic thought about my old man. Mom? Sure. I'll admit to that, but never Dad. That had changed though, after I had seen him in the barn with Lester. After I snuck into the house where everybody was sound asleep, I took a shower, and found I had to jerk myself off again because my cock was hard again and would never let me sleep. My thoughts as I brought myself to climax? I was in the barn - with Lester and Dad - and we were all on our knees. Lester was behind me, thrusting his huge manhood into my anus savagely, and I was not only taking it, I was begging for more. Kneeling in front of me was my father, who was on the receiving end of my thrusts. He was telling me how good it was while I was reaching around and jerking him off, and in my fantasy we all came together as I spat my real load onto the shower walls. I dried myself and went upstairs, past my sleeping parents room and into my own, where I fell asleep dreaming perverted dreams. *** In the Barn After she got the email, she did as she was told- that is the point of deciding to submit to control. She downloaded and printed the PDF file, but did not read it then, just folded the several pages of it into an envelope. She took the next afternoon off from work, making a vague excuse, and drove out to the next county, where her friend owned a small rural house and a few acres. Her friend was off on a tropical cruise, again, and had asked her to check up once in a while. The envelope lay on the seat next to her as she drove. As instructed, she was overdressed for this country drive, wearing a skirted suit, fancy blouse, heels and stockings. When she pulled her car into the yard, an hour later, the grass had begun to get a little too long, and the place looked dusty in the slanting sunlight. She parked on the gravel, and walked behind the house to the small barn, hardly more than an old garage. She fitted the key to the padlock, and slid the door open on rusty tracks. The envelope was in her hand, along with the small bag she had been told to bring. The space was cool and still, with dust in the air and the sun filtering through windows coated with years of dirt. It had never been a working barn, just a storage building, with a small loft and a rough cement floor. The board walls were unpainted inside, and except for a clear area to store a car, the corners of the room were piled with dusty junk long forgotten. She stepped in, and then slid the old door with its dusty window closed and used the padlock to lock it from the inside. Breathing harder, she opened the envelope and read Ms Donna's note for the first time. 'Slut, here you belong to me, and you are nothing. Get those clothes off quickly, and throw them in the corner. Keep the panties and the shoes, everything else off. Right now. Then you can read more.' Quickly, she set the note on the window ledge, and removed the expensive jacket first, then the skirt and the blouse. She paused a second, then crumpled them into a bundle and tossed them into a dusty pile. Standing in heels, stockings, bra and panties, she returned to the note. 'Look at yourself, the contrast- your fancy lingerie, the tall heels, and this broken down place. Yell out loud, beg me to let you touch yourself, like you want to now. Put the leather wrist cuffs on now, then feel your breasts through the bra, look at the hard leather next to your fine lace. Beg me out loud to let you touch yourself,' She surprised herself with her shout, calling at the top of her voice, begging for her absent Mistress to allow what she needed. With the cuffs buckled on she pulled the half cup Wacoal lace bra down to expose her breasts, her tits, and pinched the nipples hard while she called out. 'Bra off, slut, use your hands to hold those tits, feel how small they are, use the thumbs on the nipples, then put both hands in your panties, from front and back, finger your cunt and your ass and see how ridiculous you look.' She did, with her arms awkwardly curved under her, feeling the leather cuffs against her thighs. 'Toss the dildo vibe across the room, as far as you can. Put the soft gag in your mouth, beg with your eyes. Panties off, keep the fuck-me shoes on. To earn the vibe, you need to crawl like the slut you are. I want you naked, on your belly, breasts brushing the floor, hands cuffed together, crawling three times across the room and back to beg to use that vibe in your wet cunt. Go.' She took the dildo from the bag, and threw it across the barn, into a pile of wood and rusted tools. She urgently pushed her panties down, over her shoes, and knelt, then got down face first on the rough and dusty cement. Her cuffed hands were in front of her, as she crawled on elbows and knees, keeping her hard nipples dragging on the unfinished floor. As she crawled, with her mouth stuffed full, she felt the leather of her expensive shoes scuffing on the rough surface. She crawled across, then back again, feeling her nipples making a trail in the dust. At the end of three passes, she was sweating and dirty, with her hair hanging loose. She knelt by the wood pile, her knees sore, as she scrabbled in the tools and junk to find the obscene pink dildo. She was kneeling as she turned her eyes up to beg, then rolled to her side on the floor and used her cuffed hands to slide it into her wet cunt and switch it on. She was lying in a fetal position on the cold floor, with the note crumpled in her hand, as she worked the vibrator deep into herself and over her hard clit. 'Yes, slut. You may cum now, do it. Once you do, I want you to think about what a dirty needy slut you are for me. You are not allowed to get dressed, or to clean up, for one hour. Stand against a post or a wall, tie yourself if you can, and stand with legs apart. Feel the juices you made dribble down your thighs. See yourself that way, the contrast of your smooth, velvety, cared for skin and the rough place in which you are used. Keep the gag in, but no more touching your cunt or nipples, let only the air touch them. At the end of an hour, you may put on your skirt and jacket only, no blouse or underwear, and drive away. I want you to think about how you were willing to degrade yourself because you needed this so much, you needed my permission to be the sexual creature you are under your everyday life.' She rode the vibrator, lying on the cold cement, and screamed against the gag. Afterwards, she round an old rope and looped it over a beam, then around her wrists and stood for an hour, her back against a wooden post. As it got darker, she could see herself reflected in the old window, standing naked and used. When she dressed, in her badly wrinkled skirt and jacket, she felt her naked skin under the clothing, barely covered. During her drive back, she left her blouse, bra, panties, and the note in the bag, in a restroom for some other woman to find, and to understand her submission this way. In the Basement with My Sister First of all, it's my first time on Literotica. So, I wish you will enjoy my story. By the way, English is my second languages... give me a chance (sorry for the verb tense). Finally, this is fiction, but I wish it was true...! Leave comments PLEASE...! it would be great. * As usual for a Saturday night, I'm watching a movie on television. At this time, I'm in the basement, next to my sister's bedroom. My brother is working until next morning, and my parents are in the kitchen on the main floor. My 23 years old sister is not a beauty queen, but she has some nice features. She is 5 foot 4, 110 pounds, brown eyes and hair. She also have big saggy breast, just like those of my mother. I saw them twice when she came out of the bathroom. It was for about five seconds each time, but it was long enough to picture them in my mind and jack off in my bedroom thinking of my mom's tits. It's now 10:30 pm, my sister come out of her bedroom and sat next to me on the couch. We often watch movies together and sometimes, she put her head on my leg. But this time, her head was much closer from my waist. Today, the weather is so hot outdoor, that the basement is like an oven. Due to this, I took of my t-shirt about an hour earlier. My sister is only wearing her bikini top and a tight pant which allowed me to see that she had no panties on. Without saying a word, we are watching the movie. And now, it is the scene where Eva Mendes is naked in her movie ''Training Day''. This girl is so hot that I knew I was going to have a reaction under my belly... unfortunately, I'm wearing my swimsuit, and nothing else. My sister hasn't moved her head too. I try so hard to think about something else, but it's too late: Eva Mendes + Nude scene = Hard dick! So, I said to my sister that I was a little uncountable and moved a little bit. Ouff... she didn't noticed my erection. Two minutes later, the scene is over and my dad comes in the basement. It didn't take long before my dick came limp. The movie is now done, my parents still in the kitchen and my sister and I are bored. I give her the remote control and she begins to switch channels. While she is looking for a good channel, I go upstairs and took two glass of water, then, I went back downstairs. By the position she is sit, it gives me the greatest look I've ever had on her boobs. I barely saw her right nipple, because her bikini top has moved a little bit. I immediately had a hard-on. At the same time, she took her glass of water and her arm touched the tip of my dick. I'm so scared, but she didn't say anything. Meanwhile, my mother called me upstairs. Without hesitation, I walked in frot of my sister, but I forgotten about the tent in my swimsuit. Half an hour later, I came back on the couch with my sister. She is smiling at me and I tried to do like nothing had happened earlier. Then, she turns off the television and started to ask a lot of questions. None of them were about sex or about what she saw earlier. It was like: ''Why don't we talk more often?'', ''I'd like to hang out with you this weekend, would you?'', ''Do you have a girlfriend?''. At this point, I turned red. I hate to talk about my relations... well, I shouldn't put a ''s''! She knew I was uncountable and she hasn't take care. Sis: ''Have you ever kissed a girl?'' Me: ''Of course... everybody did it!'' Sis: ''I don't believe you. I'm sure you're still a virgin!'' Damn! How does she know that?! At this time, my hard-on was gone and I knew I couldn't leave the basement now. ''Answer to my question'' she said! The words didn't come out, and I looked at the floor. She is now laughing at me. ''How is it possible to be a virgin at your age?'' She added that she had already fuck a lot of men when she was 19. Ah! Ah! Ah! I can't believe it! In case you didn't know, I suck your friends sometimes. Last Monday, when two of them were waiting in the living room for you, I sucked them. Every time they come here and wait for you, I suck their big cocks. Yummy! I never heard my sister talk like this and I didn't hated it. Despite the fact she is laughing at me right now, I'm getting really horny. I said: ''Ok! Fine, I'm a virgin... but, then... what does it change in your life?'' No answer. Then, with her nasty smile, she said: ''I can't wait to suck your friends one more time''. ''No fucking way, you won't see them again'' I said to myself. Trough her bikini top, I can see her fully erect nipples. I decided to ask few questions. I told her that I wanted to know where, when and with whom she gave her first blowjob. ''I know you liked sex little pervert!'' she said, and she answered. It was in her friend's backyard. Her brother paid my sister to suck him near the pool area. Right now, my dick is hurting so much! My sister noticed that. Sis: ''Take off your swimsuit!'' Me: ''What?'' Sis: ''Get naked idiot, I want to see what you look like.'' Me: ''No way! Mom and dad are upstairs. They can come downstairs anytime.'' Sis: ''So what? I'll let you touch one of my tits!'' She added: ''Let's the fun begin.'' I'm so horny that I didn't care about my parents anymore. I reach my swimsuit and begin to pull it down slowly. My dick finally pops out. The skin covers the tip of my cock, so, I pull it back to reveal the head. My sister is now looking right at it and said: ''Bro, you got the smallest dick I've ever saw!''... 6'' is the average, but your friends are over 8'' each! I just lost my erection and my dick is limp one more time. Now, it was my turn. I'll finally touch her boobs. The moment I was close to touch it, she stretch her top on each side to reveal her big and dark areolas. They are beautiful. Her saggy tits amaze me. I get an instant hard-on and my dick is touching her left nipple. ''What are you waiting for, touch it'' she said. In fact, it was the deal. So, I grab one tit on each hand. My first pair of tits! I started to massage them making her moan a little bit. My sister saw pre-cum leaking out of my cock. Sis: ''Would you like to see my pussy?' Me: ''Of course.'' I added: ''What will I have to do if you let me touch it?'' Sis: ''Well, I want to make fun of you tonight. You'll have to grab a bottle of water... upstairs and naked!'' Me: ''Mom and dad aren't sleeping yet!'' Sis: ''Well, to bad. If you don't do it, forget my pussy... and I'm going back in my bedroom.'' I finally went upstairs. My parents were in the living room. Fortunately, they haven't seen me naked. When I came back, my sister has already spread her legs wild open. She hasn't shaved her pussy for a while. It doesn't matter... a pussy is a pussy, trimmed or not! She said: ''Go ahead, eat my pussy! Let's see what you can do. I'm glad to be your first woman!'' I can't believe what I'm going to do. With my fingers, I spread her hairy lips and put my tongue on her clit. I begin to lick it very slowly. I put my tongue deeper inside her... it tasted weird at first. She's now looking at me and begins one more time to laugh. What a slut! She had sex with her friend few hours ago and didn't clean her pussy! She had cum in her pussy and I'm licking it... she knew it and didn't told me before. She pushed my head back to her pussy and it didn't annoy me. I'm licking my sister's pussy. I don't care of what she's done before! It might not happen again. She told me that I'm that good to lick pussy. She asks me to sit on the couch and she went on the floor. ''Thanks for the try'' she said. ''Now, it's my turn... I'll suck your little dick.'' I'm so happy right now. After all these years! She grabs my rock hard dick in her hand and start to stroke it. She goes up and down and plays with my balls at the same time. She mostly plays with the tip of my cock and sometimes, she licks it. Now, she put the head of my cock in her mouth and pulls it out immediately. ''I'll suck you like I did to your friends!'' she told me. She now begins to work on my cock. While she sucks, she plays with her pussy. Her fingers go in and out of her hairy pussy and I can see that she's all wet. She sucks so hard that makes sloppy sounds. My dick is going in and out of her mouth and she sucks like a pro! She makes circle with her tongue, that's fell so good! I'm in heaven. Me: ''Oh! I can't hold like this anymore... keep going sis, I'm gonna cum!'' Sis: ''Umm, you taste so good bro!'' At this point, she begins to stroke my cock as fast as she can. Few more seconds like this and I'll shot my load. The first one goes on her boobs, then the second and the third went on her face and the rest is leaking out of my dick and on her hand. Sis: ''How was your first blowjob?'' Me: ''It felt so good! You look very sexy with my cum all around your mouth.'' Sis: ''Really? Would you like me to keep it here while we watch TV?'' Me: ''Yea!'' My dick is now limp and my sister full of cum. We are naked and I can't stop looking at her pussy. Upstairs, we heard someone coming. ''It is mom'' I said. Then, we heard: ''Good night kids! Don't make to much noise'' my mom said. ''Good night mom, good night dad'' we answered together. It's now 1:10 am. We are still naked watching TV. Suddenly, my sister says: ''Would you like to stick you cock inside of me?'' ''Of course I would like to!'' She takes my cock in her hand to make it hard... one minute, two minutes, three minutes... and still limp. ''Get on your back'' she said. I'll make contacts with my pussy. When my boyfriend is limp, I do this trick, and he gets an instant hard-on. It was true, I'm now hard, and my dick went straight inside her pussy. It is warm and sticky, but I like that! She goes up and down on the full length of my cock making her moan. It fells so good! After few minutes, I said: ''I can't hold it'' and my cum filled her pussy. I can't believe it took less than 15 minutes to cum! I fell like a loser... ''It doesn't matter bro! It's your first fuck, give you a chance.'' I can't believe my sister told me that. Two hours ago she was laughing at me! Now, instead of laughing, she took my cock in her mouth once again. She's now trying to make it hard again. And it works! Sis: ''Hey bro! You filled my mouth once and my pussy once. There's one hole left!'' Me: ''Are you serious? In your ass?'' Sis: ''Yea! Why not? I remind you that your dick is not that big... my ex already did it and they were almost twice your size.'' Me: ''Okey! But stop to talk about my size... I'm not below the average!'' Sis: ''Ah! Ah! Okey bro, I'm sorry... let's do it.'' She bends over on the couch, exposing her beautiful ass to me. I hold my dick to position it right behind her ass. I've always thought it was hard to put a dick in an ass... but I didn't have to force to put my ''average'' dick deep down in her ass. I'm now moving very fast in her ass. It fells so good again! For the next 30 minutes, we fucked in many positions. In doggy style, she sits on me, me going down... Then, she said: ''Keep going faster, cuz' I'm really tired and I want to go in bed!'' Before the end, I'm getting semi-hard... that doesn't help. I can see on her face that my sister don't have fun now, and if she let me fuck her until the end, it's to make me happy. Finally, I'm now cumming in her ass... two little loads. At this time, she pushes me away, took all her clothes and goes in her bedroom. I stay in the basement, naked on the floor with my sticky dick, thinking about the wonderful night I just had. I finally moved to my bedroom. The next morning, at the breakfast, my sister and I are facing each other. Then, mom said: ''Your father and I heard noise last night... someone was screaming...!'' Oups, we got caught! But my sister replies: ''We felt asleep on the movie... then it was a porno movie. I've heard it, and I closed the television... that's it.''... good job sis! Finally, before I leave the kitchen, my sister grabs my arm and says in my ear: ''Sorry for last night, I was pissed off. We can do it again anytime if you want. I liked it... maybe you could bring your friends someday!'' I had an instant hard-on! In the Bathroom I stood there in the library's bathroom literally shaking with anticipation. I'd never in my wildest dreams imagine that I'd be standing in a public bathroom waiting for a complete stranger to come in so that I could suck his cock. Well, okay, definitely had thought about it in my wildest imagination, but I never would have believed that I would be actually living out a fantasy. So at twenty years old I was about to adventure into the shallow seas of my first erotic encounter with another man. A knock came at the stall door and I unlatched it. My heart was beating a hundred times faster than it had ever beaten before. He was taller than me, skinnier than me too. His white hair was long, and it looked like he hadn't shaved in a few weeks. He had told me on the internet that he was in his forties, but I would have ventured a guess somewhere into his fifties. Regardless I was interested in what his face looked like. I was far more interested in what exactly he was keeping in his blue jeans. I tried to introduce myself but he simply lifted a finger to his lips in order to shush me. I dropped to my knees almost gleefully and waited for him to undo the button on his jeans. I don't think I could have gotten his pants down fast enough, but once I did I was in for a pleasant sight. His cock was soft, but looked like it was about six inches long. I couldn't help myself but to dive right in. My mouth wrapped around the head of his soft cock, I sucked gently. I enjoyed feeling his cock growing larger. I took as much of his growing cock into my mouth as I could at a time. His hands grasped the back of my head and he began to thrust in and out of my mouth. He was quite, but the way his body reacted I knew he was enjoying the work my mouth was putting in. I reached up and rubbed his balls. I knew that I liked it and I'm sure I read somewhere that most guys do. So I was rubbing his balls and having his cock thrust in and out of my mouth. I was in heaven. My cock was hard, but I didn't dare try to touch it lest I lose my balance and fall over. But I kept sucking jus the same enjoying every moment of this strangers cock in my mouth. "You ready." He panted in a whisper. I tried to answer but my mouth still had his cock in it. He got the message though and began to speed his thrusting even more. I felt his balls tighten up and prepared for a moment that I had fantasized about for years. A burst of warm jizz filled my mouth. I stopped sucking, the flavor overwhelming my taste buds. I was in love. In love with the taste of thick cum. Loved the way it filled my mouth. Loved the way it tasted. I wanted more. I wanted more of the whole experience. I stood up and looked at him. "Did you like that?" I asked with a nervous smile. He nodded and pulled up his long underwear. "Did I do okay?" I was so buzzed with sexual energy that I practically felt like begging him to fuck me right there in the handicap stall. "Quiet." He whispered. I nodded, feeling only a little downtrodden. He finished buckling his belt and then looked at me. "We can chat online later." He said and I nodded again. He opened the stall and walked out leaving me there alone, wishing for more cock. More time to feel it my mouth. I think at that moment I was hooked. Hooked on the incredible drug known as a man's hot penis. I undid my jeans. My boxers were wet with pre-cum. I smiled and pulled them down too. Sitting on the toilet I began to play with my four inch cock. It was rock hard and practically begging for attention. I stroked it slowly, building up the anticipation of orgasm to the breaking point. I think I was moaning softly to myself in that bathroom, wishing beyond imagination that another guy was fucking my mouth, using me as his fat slut. Finally I sped up my jerking. I wanted to cum so bad that it almost literally hurt. I needed sweet release. I allowed myself the pleasure of cumming. A thick string of cum filled my open hand and I immediately brought it to my mouth. I licked my hand clean, still wanting more. I wasn't satisfied with what I had gotten, and I was almost positive that it would take more cum than I could imagine feed my new found hunger. I pulled up my pants. Leaving the restroom I tasted my own cum mixed with this strangers. I smiled, knowing that it wouldn't be long until I tasted more. In The Bathroom The bathtub is full and awaits me. I pour in my bathing lotion and light up some cinnamon incense around it. I undo my towel and dip first one leg, followed by another until I am lying in the tub of soapy water. I see you leaning there by the doorway, holding a petal of rose in your hand and smiling at me. Won't you come over and give me a bath? You come to stand by the tub. Your fingers pluck each petal from the flower and let them fall on me. I raise my leg out of the water and wave it at you. Here, start with this one. You sit by the tub's edge, reach for the sponge, and gently begin scrubbing my legs. You start from my toes -- I giggle as you tickle me -- and continue downward to my thigh. Your hand disappears inside the tub and I mutter a sigh as I feel where your hand is, gently caressing my breasts. I lower that leg and raise the other for you to continue what you're doing. You oblige and scrub my feet and then you kiss each of my toes, and run your tongue along my claves as your hand scrubs the underside of my thigh. Won't you come in and join me? I'm getting all lonely in here. I beckon to you, and you accept my offer. You strip before me and I draw my legs back as you step into the other end of the tub. You indicate for me to come to you, and I do just that. I come and turn around so as to rest my back on your chest. You pick one of the rose petals floating on the water and rub it against my neck. Your touch is so sensuous; your hands continue to rub against my breasts and even as we're there, I can tell that I want you so badly. And you know this too. I can remain with you in this tub till the world comes to an end and I will never miss a thing. I lean my head over your shoulder and pretend to fall asleep while you continue to sponge the rest of my body underneath. You turn my head to the side and our lips find each other. I roll my tongue over yours and you too do the same; I feel your fingers squeeze my nipples, sending sharp fire up my brain. I decide that I want you right here, in the bathroom, right now. We push ourselves up from the tub. Your hands caress my bottom while our lips remain locked on each other. My hand goes down to stroke your cock. So erect and strong in my hand, I whisper to you that I can't wait to have it in my mouth. You tell me to go ahead then, do whatever I want to do. I fall to my knees in the tub's water and roll my tongue around the tip of your beautiful cock. I give its head a kiss before taking the rest of it into my mouth. I stroke your shaft while I do so, bobbing my head from side to side. My tongue feels over its turgidity. I look up and gaze into your eyes, I tell you how much I love your cock, and then I resume sucking it. Your hands come down to caress my tits and a while later you hold unto my face and start jerking your hips back and forth, fucking my face with lengthy strokes. You part your legs and I come underneath to get at your balls, licked my way through to your ass. This always drives you crazy, I know. I recall the first time I did it to you -- you wouldn't stop talking about it for a week. I can hear you moan -- your voice sounds delicious in my ears as you press my head down between your legs, and I remain there for a while before returning to your shaft. I sense your body start to jerk and pre-cum oozes out of your cock. I lick every drop, savouring the taste between my lips, squeezing your balls while I do so. You love it some much whenever I squeeze your balls whenever I'm sucking you, and your response as usual is fulfilling. You stop me and say that it's your turn now to give me my own pleasure. We step out of the tub and you have me now on the toilet seat on my knees. I glance at you from behind my shoulder, seeing you stroke your cock, your eyes admiring me. I wave my ample buttocks at you and ask what are you waiting for? You come forward on your knees, your hands press my ass cheeks wide apart and a second later I feel your tongue licking over my pussy. I caress your hair from behind and push my ass against your face. I shut my eyes and see an ocean of stars as your tongue lap over my pussy and your lips nibble on my clit. Oh my God, how it feels so good every time you're licking me. How I wish you will never stop. I continue to moan and you pay neither attention to what I am passing through. I try pulling you away from my pussy but still you resist. I gasp that I'm about to cum; I cry out as I feel your tongue probe me even further. A shudder rolls like thunder through my body. I barely hold unto the toilet sink in time as my orgasm comes to me like a bullet, the likes that only someone such as you can bring about in me. When I am done, I remain a bit exhausted and as usual overwhelmed over what you have done to me. But still I enjoy it every time you do. I tell you that I want you so much right now. I wave my ass at you while you stand there watching me, proud about what you've unleashed upon me, and I tell you how much I want to feel your cock in me right now. I want you to come fuck me like the slutty bitch that I am. You come forward and rub the head of your cock against the opening of my pussy, teasing me with it, before finally shoving it inside, sparing me further agony. Our fucking is intense ... Uhhh, so good too. You grip me hard by the waistline pounding me hard and deep with your cock. I can't stop myself from being immersed in the pool of pleasure and pain that you're giving to me. You grab a handful of my hair and pull my head backward -- oh how I love it anytime you decide to play it rough with me. You ask me if I'm enjoying your cock; I reply that I'm loving it so much. You ask if I want you to fuck me hard, and I reply for you to fuck me harder ... I want your cock harder and harder. You let go of my hair and continue to give me the fucking that I so deserve. Your hand slaps my bottom, and I cry out with excitement, still you don't let up from the fucking. I feel one of your hand come under my legs, rubbing against my pussy, making me cry out from it. You lean forward and grasp my jiggling breasts with your other hand. I feel you squeeze my nipples hard enough to draw milk. I grunt into my ear, ask if I want to suck your cock. I reply that yes, I want that so much. You pull out of me and make me turn around. I fall to my knees before you and reach for your cock and suck it hard and good, licking my load of cum off your shaft. I swallow your cock as much as I can, gagging on it, and then apply my mouth of your hanging balls one after the other. When I'm done, you reach for the towel hanging on the door and spread it on the floor. You lie on it and indicate for me to come and sit upon you. I do as you please: straddling your cock and then leaning forward over you, offering you my tits to suck on while I start to ride you. You pump your hips against my bottom; how I love the feel of your thighs and your balls slapping against the back of my ass while your cock shoots in and out of my pussy. I love it so much and I squeeze my pussy walls against your shaft and hear you groan from it. Your hands caress my tits -- you tell me that I'm so beautiful -- and I draw my face towards you for a kiss. We're both climbing the high walls of love, you and me, my darling. I sense you're about to cum and unlike before when I'd tell you not to cum inside of me, this time I break my principle and nudge you to do just that. You ask if I really mean it, and I tell you yes I do. I want all of your cum inside of me. You go into sudden overdrive, pounding and fucking me as hard and as fast as you could. I can't stop myself from crying out from the sheer ecstasy you're heaping upon me. You groan that you're about to cum ... oh yes, you're about to cum. You grit your teeth an instant before your hips jerk your cock in me one final time and I pull my head backwards and cry out the moment I sense your load of cum shoot and explode like a rocket inside my womb. Ohh it's so good. So very good. I collapse on your chest. We remain there for how long, I can't recall, listening to each other's beating hearts. I am not on any birth control. Even then I can feel your semen swimming across my womb to fertilize my egg. We are one now, my darling. You and I, always and forever. In The Bathroom I'm wearing a long black coat that I picked up from one of those fashionable clique shops in London. It's got a double row of brass buttons up the front and a collar that wouldn't look out of place on a Russian military uniform. It swishes slightly round my knees as I walk and it makes me feel like ones of those stylish New York socialite girls. I find that I give my hips an extra little curve as I walk, just because it feels cool. I meet you at a fancy bar in the city. It is low lit and warm, cluttered with the conversations of others and the clinking of glasses. I see you at once, leaning on the bar, watching the door. I pause in the doorway to let my eyes wander over you. You're wearing a pale blouse, narrow skirt, shiny black shoes, and a sly smile. I walk over nice and slow. The clip of my heels on the tiled floor cuts through the background noise of the bar and I keep a steady beat, unbuttoning my coat as I walk. Once within a few feet, I shrug the coat off my shoulders and open it wide at the hip, revealing my tight little black dress, low cut and short enough that you know that my bare ass would touch the seat if I sat down. I turn smoothly in a full circle, as if allowing you to admire the view. An elaborate show so that you can see that I don't have a pistol hidden anywhere. Meaningless of course, because the theatrical sweep is careful to conceal the strap into the lining at the back of the coat, but you smile and I know you don't know. I hook the coat on the back of a chair and fish in the pocket for a few banknotes to buy some drinks. Shots of vodka and bottles of beer. You tell me about your day and I mostly just listen. We pretend we're looking round the bar while we talk, but I'm pretty sure we're really just watching each other. When you finish your beer you say you're going to the bathroom, and you give me a bright little smile that makes your eyes shine. I know you're thinking of getting your hands on me. I let you walk ahead while I finish my beer then I make my way over to the ladies bathroom. The floors are shiny with black marble tiles and the taps over the wash basins are polished and golden. I'm barely in for a second before you grab me and drag me into one of the three stalls. You bolt the door behind us and then lean back on it. We stand and face each other in the close confines of the cubicle. I can see you're a little nervous but excited at the same time. I watch you without moving. I know what you want, you dragged me in here, and you're going to have to follow that up with something. "Turn around." I keep my eye on your for a moment, judging your confidence. You don't flinch; you don't repeat yourself; you just wait. I turn slowly and face the back wall. Now that I can't see you my imagination starts running wild. I wonder what you're doing. I wonder if you might touch me. I hear your feet move on the marble tiles. I'm sure you're up so close behind me I expect to feel it, but you don't touch. I enjoy the tension, the anticipation. I'm sure you want to touch me. I wonder if you're waiting because you're nervous or just because you like to keep me in suspense. I want you to touch me. I'm half tempted to say it, but this is your lead, so I just wait. "Put your hands on the wall." I lean forward and put my hands on the wall, the tiles there are smooth and cold. My ass feels dangerously exposed and I arch my back slightly, tempting you to touch. But you don't. I hear your shoes on the tiles again as you move slightly. Then you deftly pick up the material of the hem of my dress and pull it right up, leaving it hanging from my waist. I can feel the cool air on my ass and the lower part of my back. I know that all that's between you and me now is the thin little black strip of my panties. I find myself hoping you pull them off me before I get them too wet to wear. As if hearing my thoughts you hook your nails into the panties at the hips and pull them down. My legs are parted enough that they only get halfway down my thighs before they pull tight. I arch my back further, pushing my ass out towards you. I want you to touch. I want your fingers on me. I want your mouth on me. Anything. I just want you touching me. My naked pussy is right in front of you and I can hear you breathing. I wonder if you're touching yourself. The thought makes me even hornier. I imagine you are standing behind me with your hand up under your skirt, rubbing your finger on your panties while you watch me all exposed in front of you. Then you touch me. Your hand cups up between my legs with a firm confidence that makes me gasp. At once you press your finger into me and I push back against your hand. You are ruthless. You push straight in deep as far as your finger will reach and I find my breath catches in my throat and I can't even cry out. Then you're fucking me with your hand, two fingers thrust in and out so quick I can feel my heels skimming on the marble floor. I lower my head and push my arms against the wall, curling my toes in my shoes and just hoping I don't fall. The main door opens and the sound from the bar floods into the bathroom. You pause, listening, your fingers still inside me. Someone else enters, her shoes clicking across the floor and I hear the door swing shut behind her. I wiggle my ass, pushing slightly against your fingers and whisper. "Don't stop." You start moving your hand again, slowly at first. The other woman moves into the stall next to ours and I hear the latch slide closed on the door. Your fingers are speeding up, pushing hard again. I bite my lip and keep my moans in my throat. I can hear other woman pissing. She must be sitting with her panties round her ankles just a few inches from us. You shove me harder, fucking me roughly so that your hand slaps my ass with each thrust. My legs are trembling and I can hear my heels tapping irregularly on the floor like some tin drummer having an epileptic fit. I lean further forward, my forearms resting vertically on the wall, my elbows banging against the tiles. I can't help but let out a little noise. I thought it would be a moan but it turned out more like a growl once it escaped my throat. The girl next door must be able to hear us. I wonder if she realizes that I'm being fucked by a girl or if in her imagination there's a man loose in the ladies bathroom. At least she's stopped pissing. I think she's just sitting there listening. You push your thumb between the cheeks of my ass and rock hard against me like you're trying to lift me off my feet using my pussy as a handhold. You put your other hand right under, your palm on my clit and your fingers hooking up towards my stomach. I want to cum. I want it so bad that I can't even form the words to tell you. My hands are grabbing uselessly against the wall and my legs are shaking. I think I might fall. I might just topple down against the toilet. Would you lean down and continue to fuck me if I fell? I can't take the risk, I want to cum so bad. She's still listening to us. I'd give her something to listen to if I could find my voice. Instead I just twitch against you. You rub me hard with one hand while you penetrate me with the other. I want to taste your pussy. I want my mouth on you. I want my hands on your breasts, between your legs. I want my finger up your ass. Mostly I just want to cum. I want to take a hand off the wall so I can grab my breasts and press them hard against my ribs. I want your fingers round my throat. I want to scream bloody murder and spit between my teeth. I want to shove myself so hard against your hand that I sprain your wrist. The orgasm hits me like an atom bomb; a deep hot glow that spreads and almost at once consumes my whole body in flame. I feel like a shell of tender skin around a fireball that threatens to consume me. You must feel me cum because you stop thrusting and press your hand firmly against me, holding it steady while I burn. My legs are so shaky that I have to remain leaning on the wall even after you withdraw you hand. After a few moments of catching my balance I manage to stand up. My dress falls back down to my thighs. I can feel my cheeks and throat flushed and sweet and I'm sure that I'll be glowing cherry red. I turn to face you and you press your wet fingers against my lips. I kiss them and take them into my mouth. I can taste my own pussy on your fingers. My breath is still unsteady, my lips tremble against your hand. You lick your lips and smile. I want to kiss you but I don't trust myself to move just yet. The lady in the stall next door flushes and makes her way quickly to the wash basins. I grin. "I reckon you fucked me so good that you got her off too." You grin back like you know you did. Once the other lady has left you unlock the door and go to wash your hands. I stay in the stall and clean myself up a bit before pulling my panties up. I go out to the wash basin and I splash a little water on my face and fix my hair. Then I straighten my dress and follow you back out into the bar. In the Bathroom Mirror Walking into the hotel room, he sees the bathroom door slightly ajar and the steam gently rolling out of it. Moving quietly through the room, he peeks in through the small opening and smiles when he sees her there...looking at her own images in the foggy mirror. She is holding a small digital camera and snapping pictures in various poses. He feels himself hardening as he watches her...thinking of how soft her skin appears...how perky her breasts are...how alluring she is without really meaning to be. Slowly, quietly, he unzips and unfastens his jeans but holds his jeans and lowers them silently to the floor. He removes his boxers as she touches her nipple and shoots the reflection of her hardened peaks. He pulls off his shirt and throws it on the bed as she gently caresses her wetness and snaps that picture too. She turns to the left to get a silhouette, so her view of the door is obscured, and he carefully opens it and steps within reach. Waiting silently, until she snaps the picture, he suddenly moves behind her and encircles her waist and chest in his powerful arms. Before she can speak, he bites that sweet, sensitive part of her, where her sexy neck and shoulder come together. He hears her soft gasp as he surrounds her with her arms but feels her shiver slightly as she feels his teeth caress her soft skin. Holding her gently, he teases her flesh with his teeth and then his tongue, moving his focus slowly up her neck and just behind her ear. His hardness is pressing between the cheeks of her lovely bottom and as he feels her move against him, he begins moving one hand down to her wet crotch and the other to her pert breasts. He begins slowly and gently twisting one nipple and then the other...while his other hand is busy softly rolling her clit back and forth between his finger and thumb. His kisses move slowly from the back of her ear to the back of the neck and he begins to kiss ever so gently and ever so slowly down to her shoulders...moving his hands to her sides now and he continues his soft, slow journey over her shoulders and down her spine, until he reaches the swelling of her lovely derriere. He alternates his soft kisses with gentle bites on her delicious bottom, back and forth across her two pretty cheeks, then back to the top of it. Slowly, he traces his kisses down between the cheeks all the way to her tight sphincter. He kisses her tiny rosebud and then presses his tongue against it and begins to slowly drag his tongue around it. He feels her pushing her tight bottom against his tongue and he rewards her by gently biting the puckered ring. One hand moves from her hip to her back and he pushes her upper body forward towards the sink. As her hands touch it, his kisses begin to move down the sensitive surface between anus and vagina and he teases her there, licking, biting and kissing her. When he finally reaches the bottom of her wet lips...he licks there...savoring her sweet taste...then slowly slides his tongue into her. Pulling her back toward him so he may lick deeper...he moans softly and hears her moan in response. His passion increases as he tastes her and he begins to tongue her hungrily. He feels her body react to his ministrations by humping back against his face, harder and harder, until she is fucking his face wildly. As he feels her pussy begin to spasm, he pushes his mouth inside her so he can drink her sweet release. When she finishes...and begins to build again...he removes his tongue and mouth from her body and quickly stands behind her...his hardness just touching her...until he rubs his cockhead slowly up and down her wet slit. He begins to tease her by pressing just the swollen mushroom head into her...leaning forward, he moves under her hair and bites her shoulder again...then slowly but steadily pushes into her. Slowly all the way into her and slowly out back to the thick ridge of his cockhead...then back into her soft, delicious wetness. His right hand goes from her hip around her belly and down to her lower belly and he gently teases her clit as he tenderly makes love to her. Her sweet fragrance and taste fill his senses as they couple, and as she pushes back against him harder, he responds by increasing the tempo and power of each stroke into her lovely body. Over and over, he enters her, filling her deeply with each stroke. The intoxicating smell of sex fills the room. The slapping of their bodies, coming together, increases with volume as they fuck. He hears her soft mews becoming louder as her passion swells and his hunger for her overtakes him and he thrusts into her in long, deep strokes seeking to release his sperm into her lithe body. His orgasm approaches as he hears her moaning, "I am cumming!!" and that takes him over the top. He fills her with his seed. They, both tremble with sweet surrender to the other. After he finishes his release...he feels his cock slowly softening inside of her moist heat, while her walls try to hold him there. He plants soft kisses upon her shoulder and feels her shudder gently. He feels his body starting to respond again to hers. Pulling out of her, while her body resists the removal...he turns her slowly around and kisses her beautiful lips tenderly. He reaches out behind him with his foot to kick the bathroom door open. Mumbling through their kiss, "Love, can we move the festivities to the bed?" and they both begin to laugh softly.