1 comments/ 42178 views/ 1 favorites A Little Lick... By: Just-Legal Author note: Yes yes I know... I promised Loving Adrian! But I'm working on writing the WHOLE thing from first meeting to first time together and having a hard time remembering it without having to jump on him! So enjoy another little appetiser whilst I force you to wait for the main course ;) ------ Helen had never been one to break the rules. And one of her parents golden rules was; No sex in the house when they were home. Unfortunately, Adrian was leaving to start his new job the next day, and therefore she was having a hard time keeping her hands off him. "Mmmph... Helen... we shouldn't..." Adrian managed as she rubbed her bare breasts against his chest. The 18-year-old curvy beauty stared him in the eyes. "Don't tell me you don't want to." She murmured persuasively, bending so she could treat his dick to the same attention his chest had been receiving from her breasts, making him growl. "We can't..." He protested, fighting the urge to roll her over as she climbed on top of him, naked as the day she was born, and slipped him inside her. "Ohh god Adrian, you're big today!" Helen gasped, thrusting down a little to take more inside. He reached up his large hands and cupped her beautiful breasts, before easing her down slightly so he could tug a nipple into his mouth. Helen moaned and pushed her breast further into his mouth. Adrian took this opportunity to roll Helen onto her back so he was on top and in control. Secretly he knew Helen loved to be dominated, and this was confirmed with her squeal of delight. Keeping tight hold of his self control, Adrian allowed himself to thrust a little inside her, closing his brown eyes and allowing himself to feel her, skin on skin. Helen, meanwhile, was exploding. The sensation of Adrian plunging deep, as well as the thought of him being naked... She felt herself begin to come and had to bite down hard on her lip to keep herself from screaming out loud, managing to restrict herself to a soft gasp of "Oh Adrian..." He was getting close, and Adrian pulled out as Helen began to come, not risking the near miss of the previous day. He heard Helen trying to bring her breathing back under control and smiled. He loved giving her the pleasure she deserved and had been almost deprived of in her previous relationship. Helen managed to open her eyes, and regarded Adrian with a soft smile. He was knelt by her knees, leg muscles bulging slightly, still very erect. "Are you ok sweetheart?" She asked him softly. "Yeah," He laughed, reaching over to kiss her gently. "Just waiting for him to go down," He regarded his erection humorously. "Well... I can fix that..." She offered softly. "Oh no, you dont have to..." "I want to!" Helen retorted softly, and engulfed his throbbing erection in her mouth. Adrian's breating immediately went shallow as Helen licked the length of him, then drew it back into her warm mouth, rubbing her tounge against the underside as she sucked up and down. "Mmmmmm..." Adrian managed as she began to pull the skin gently with her hand, making the foreskin rub over the head and increasing the sensation. Slowly Adrian relaxed into it. He had never had oral sex this good, never felt as relaxed as he did now, as he felt himself gradually getting closer and closer... Helen kept her rhythm steady, even when Adrian began to thrust into her mouth enthusiastically, his breathing more rapid, hand rubbing the back of her head. She sensed him getting closer and closer until he literally pulled her head down on his cock and exploded into her mouth with a barely suppressed moan. Drinking down his cum, Helen made sure she had taken all of it before removing her mouth. "That was intense!" Adrian gasped. He was trembling with the power of his orgasm as he tried to find his clothes. "I dont think he's gonna go down any time soon..." Helen smiled sweetly, blushing. "Did you... did you enjoy that?" "Sweetheart, I have never, ever enjoyed oral sex that much before. You know I havent." He pulled Helen into his arms and kissed her tenderly. "Come here and snuggle..." A Little Light B&E I stretched out and took another deep breath. It felt good, and I had been doing a lot of it since my release. It was only a week since I finished up my sentence. I'd been slapped with a 5-7 stir in the pen for aggravated B & E. Shit, all that did was put me with a bunch of guys who taught me exactly what I'd done wrong, and how to avoid getting caught the next time. Which was what I was planning right now. I took another look around the neighborhood, cementing my plans. I'd spent the last 5 nights walking all the streets and alleys, studying how all the folks came and went, and seeing how much the cops came through here. I was crashing with my brother until I could find a new place to stay, and his bitch of a wife was already making noise about me paying rent. I needed a way to scare up some quick cash, and wasn't gonna be too awful picky about how I got it. I thought about selling drugs, but that was out. Too many crazy fuckers to justify the money. Nah, good old-fashioned burglary was just what the doctor ordered. I had finally settled on a small house a few blocks over. There were 2 good-looking babes living there, along with 3 kids. I knew that kids almost always went to bed and slept hard, as did their folks, who were usually tired from working and watching the kids. Plus, these 2 babes seemed to go and party quite a bit, so I had good ol' Brother Booze working in my favor. I figured I could pop the locks on a door or window, sneak in, grab a few of the choicer objects lying around, and be out in 15 minutes. Not too shabby. The best fence in town was a cousin of mine, so I knew I could unload whatever I got real fast, and get top dollar, as well. Yeah, I'd make my move around 3 a.m. tomorrow morning. Time to get some shut-eye. I took one last deep breath to calm my nerves. Wouldn't that just be the shit, to wind up back behind bars the same week I got out? Okay, the lights have been out for 2 hours now. The blonde came back with her kids, put them right to bed, and went straight to her own room. I was hiding in the back yard, waiting for the lights to go out. Now that the whole neighborhood was quiet, it was time to do this thing. The blonde had let her cat out the back door just before turning out the lights. It had gone about it's business without ever noticing me. "The kid's still got it", I thought to myself. I flexed my legs slowly to keep my knees from popping, and moved across the yard. No sticks or dead leaves crackled under my weight, so I got to the door fairly quickly. I tested the knob. Jackpot! It turned easily under my hand. I eased it back slowly, to avoid the latch popping. Finally, it swung inward quietly. Oh, DAMN. This was a bedroom. There was the blonde, lying on a fairly high bed, right in front of me. MOVE, man. Staying still was an invitation to getting caught, which meant an even longer party at the Many-Bar Inn. I slid the door shut, and moved to a dresser. Ah, good. Watch, rings, necklaces, and even some loose cash. Into the pocket. I moved out into the hallway, walking near the wall to avoid creaking any loose floorboards. In the living room, I found a purse. I rifled it, locating the wallet quickly. Not bad. About a hundred in cash, plus a couple of credit cards. I can spend the cash and use the cards tonight, then sell the cards to a druggie. He'll use them, and take the fall when they come back hot. I slipped a bunch of CD's into a small sack I carried, along with a nice camera, and a walkman. I wish I'd had time to case the place from the inside. There was a computer there which would have gotten me at LEAST $300. Okay, that's about all I can carry. All told, I should get about $200 for the merchandise, not to mention the cash, and cards. Not too bad a take for one night. I headed back towards the bedroom door, and my escape. That's when I heard the scariest noise of my life. "Mommy? MOMMY!" Oh, shit. Oh fuck. Oh, doom on Dave. Just my luck, one of the kids had seen me, or heard me. The kid called again. "MOMMY! I'm THIRSTY!!" Shit, maybe I'm not dead, after all. I ducked behind a door, and bowed my head as a light came on in the bedroom. Damn, there goes my escape route. I heard footsteps as the blonde came out, headed for the kitchen. A few seconds later, she reappeared, and went into the kid's room with a glass. I heard her whisper a few words to the kid, then saw her go back to her room with the glass. Finally, I heard the click as she turned out the light. I was sure she'd hear the booming of my heart, as my pulse doubled. Finally, I exhaled. I gave myself a few minutes, then moved out of the shadows. Move NOW, while her vision isn't used to the dark, Dave! I moved as fast as I could, and just as I thought I was home-free, I heard the distinct SNAP! As my foot came down on and broke some small toy, lying on the floor. The blonde sat up in bed, looking around. She clutched a sheet to her ample chest, and for just a second, I remembered how long it had been since I'd had the pleasure of a woman squirming under me. Her eyes moved in my direction, and widened as she saw me. Her mouth opened, and I heard her sharp intake of breath. Dropping my sack, I jumped across her bed, tackling her, slapping my hand across her mouth, as I landed on her. For a few seconds, panic had her paralyzed, and I knew I had to move before she recovered, and started to struggle. I grabbed her hands, and gripped them above her head, while I ripped the sash from the loose robe she was sleeping in. I wound one end around her hands, tying it securely, while stuffing a sock in her mouth. For some reason, I found myself checking it before I put it to use, to see if it was clean. "Why do I care, as long as she doesn't scream?", I thought to myself. I straddled her and whispered harshly, "You don't make a noise, you and your kids get to wake up in the morning, get me?" Her fearful eyes never blinked, as she nodded quickly. I still had one hand on her bound wrists, and one on her mouth. Well, now that I had her under my firm control, I might as well take a few extra minutes to see if I'd missed anything I could carry easily. I grabbed a belt off the back of her bedroom door, and cinched it around her ankles, and used another to tie her bound hands to the headboard. "I'll be back in a few minutes. Be a good girl, and keep quiet, you hear?" Just to make sure she knew I meant it, I flicked open my switchblade right in front of her eyes. She went rigid when she saw it, but didn't even squeak. I went back and rifled her purse again, finding her secret stash. About $40 more. Just out of curiosity, I glanced at her driver's license. Shanna. Hmmm. Pretty name, for a damn fine-looking woman. Back to work. In the living room, I unplugged the boombox, and VCR. Might as well take everything I can get, after all. Back in the bedroom, I could see she'd been struggling against her bonds. I put down my haul, and approached her. "Shanna, you've been naughty. Were you trying to get loose?" Panic welled up in her eyes again, as she shook her head from side to side. Her movements caused those big tits to sway back and forth. I felt my cock stir at the sight. "I think you were, Shanna. That was something I told you not to do, wasn't it?" As I whispered to her, my gloved hands slowly parted her robe. I felt my breath quicken as I viewed her tits. Smooth, creamy white skin, and her nipples were hard. I couldn't resist. I cupped one tit in my hand, and squeezed the nipple. Her eyes closed, and I could hear her sigh behind her gag. I slid my hand down her belly, to her panties. Which she wasn't wearing! Now, I was fully hard, and my cock was extremely uncomfortable in my tight black pants. "I think you need to be punished for disobeying me, Shanna." I saw her eyes go wide again, as I slipped one leather-clad finger into her pussy. It was drenched, and my finger easily parted her lips, stabbing deep. I felt her warmth right through the thin leather. I was getting light-headed with desire. This was the closest I had been to a woman in 6 years, and I desperately needed to get some pussy. I felt her start to shudder, and looked back up at her. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her breathing was ragged. She was coming! I could smell the musky odor of her cunt, permeating the room, and knew I was just going to have to sample her. I drew my finger out of her, and said, "I want you to lay really still now, Shanna. I'm not going to hurt you, but dammit, I need some sex. You're here, so you're going to provide it. I'm going to undo your ankles, but remember I have my blade. Relax, and I'll be gone before you know it." I climbed on the bed, and tugged the belt off her ankles. She moved her ankles apart, and waited for me to make my move. "Good, you're going to be sensible about this." I whispered, "I'm glad to hear that." She nodded slowly. I undid the buckle of my pants, and pulled down the zipper. As I slid my pants down, my throbbing cock sprang free. There was already a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. She looked down at my cock, and one eyebrow raised inquisitively. It looked like she was interested in my size! Well, at 7", I'm not exactly a porn star, but I can hold my own. I moved between her thighs, and touched her pussy again. She was wetter than before. I lifted my gloved finger to the mouth hole in my ski mask, and tasted it. DAMN, it's been too long! I spread her legs further apart, and lowered myself onto her. My cock slipped around her saturated opening, as I realized, she was bare between her legs. Oh, how I love a shaved pussy! This was lucky, indeed. I took my cock in hand, and moved it until it slid into her a little. She gasped a little, and I positioned myself above her. At long last, I slid deep into that silky moist smoothness. Oh, SHIT, she felt good. Part of me wanted to just pound her fast, until I blew my load, so I could hurry up and leave. Better sense didn't win, however, as I sank my length into her again and again, slowly. I felt her move, and her legs wound around my waist. Well, I'll be damned, she's enjoying this! Oh, well I don't have a problem with that. I started a smooth pistoning motion with my hips, slowly building the electric feeling in my balls. I knew I wasn't going to last long. I bent, and took her hard nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting at it. As I did, I felt her breathing go erratic again, and knew she was really getting off on what I was doing. My balls began to snug up to me, and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. Her hips suddenly bucked, and her pussy tightened on my shaft. That's all it took, as I arched my back and shot off a massive load into her slick channel. My arms locked up, and I shuddered as I felt her muscles milk every last drop from my cock. As my breathing slowly returned to normal, I felt her moving under me, and looked down at her. She was bucking her crotch against my cock, trying to keep it hard! DAMN, she WAS getting off on this. Okay, let's keep going. Her face turned red, and I realized she was having trouble breathing. "If I loosen that gag, are you going to make me cut you?", I whispered. A quick shake of her head told me she wouldn't, so I grudgingly pulled a little of the sock out of her mouth. Her breathing became deeper and easier, and I shifted my weight to give her more space. I saw her looking up at me, and she arched her eyebrow again, inquisitively. I pulled the sock all the way out of her mouth, keeping my arm cocked to jam it back in again. She whispered softly, "Will you give me a drink of that water? I always get thirsty after I come." I kept my weight on her As I reached for the glass, then I held it to her lips. She thirstily drank it down. When she finished, I put the glass back on her headboard, and made a startling discovery. All this moving around had gotten me worked up all over again! My bone was as hard as an eighteen year-old's. She could tell that much, as well, and rolled her hips under me. "That feels good," she whispered, "Want some more of me?" I was stunned. Here I was thinking I was going to go down for rape, and she was offering me MORE. I slid myself into her, experimentally, and she gasped. "Put the sock back in, please. I get kind of loud, and don't want to wake my kids." I obliged, and the sensations in my cock took over once again. I let my hips fall into that old smooth rhythm, and she matched me. I couldn't believe how wet her slit was. It was like satin, and so slippery I had a little trouble staying in. Since I had had one big one, I knew it'd take some extra effort and time before I got off again, so I decided to concentrate on making her come again. It didn't take me long before I felt the muscles inside her clench around me. I started pushing each thrust deeper and deeper, trying to hit the back walls of her pussy. Hey eyes flew open, and I saw them almost roll completely back in her head. I backed almost all the way out, and slammed home with every inch and every ounce of strength I had available. Her back arched, and her spasms almost threw me off. She shuddered for almost a full minute, then collapsed under me. Her chest was heaving, but she was out like a light. "Holy SHIT, she passed out!", I thought to myself. Now HERE was some territory I had never explored before. I lay there, my bone still throbbing in our combined juices, as she slowly came around. Her whole body was trembling beneath me, and I took a second to let her come around completely. Then, to her shock, I started pistoning once again. I could see her jaws as they locked on the sock, and the red flush rising into her cheeks again. I paused long enough to pull her legs up over my shoulders. I hunched over her, and began a rapid pace of strokes. I had read about a trick years ago, and it came suddenly to mind. I started a rhythm of 5 shallow strokes, and 3 deep. Concentrating on the counting distracted me from coming too quickly, and the pacing was driving her wild with lust. Her hands were straining against the robe sash I had tied around her wrists. She was thrashing her head back and forth, and making little grunting sounds. That's when I heard the sound of cloth tearing, and looked up in shock to see her shred the sash, and pull her hands free. She immediately grabbed me by the ass, spit out the sock, and snarled, "Fuck me hard. I want to come again, and this time, I want you to come with me. FUCK ME NOW!!!" Okay, I can take an order as well as the next guy! I began pounding myself into her, really swinging for the bleachers. Her grunts had dissolved into a high-pitched whimpering whine. I could tell I was getting the job done when I started bottoming out, hitting the very back wall of her slippery twat. Her warmth washed over me again, and I felt that familiar rumble start in my balls. "Oh, no. Not yet, I'm not!", I thought. At least that's what I thought before I felt her long nails dig into the flesh of my back, and start gouging. Damn, why did she have to do THAT? My strokes became faster, and my rhythm started to falter. My balls started to tighten up, and I could feel the swelling of my rigid cock. Apparently, so could she, and I heard her whisper, "Give me that stuff right here in my mouth, you horny bastard. I want to taste it!" That's all I had time to hear, I started blasting my cream as soon as she said it. I withdrew my shaft from her dripping hole, and a streamer of my come shot toward her face, landing across her cheek. I laid back, and she curled up, cramming her mouth around my cock, and milking it for every drop of my come. That started a whole new set of tremors in me, and I started to come all over again! My back arched, my toes curled, and my whole body shook convulsively. Her soft tongue laved my entire cock, as it continued to pump out it's massive load. Her hands milked my balls, trying to coax out every last tiny drop of my juice. Finally, totally spent, my cock started to soften, even under her expert actions. She switched to gently licking my swollen ball sack, and that got the last few shocking sensations out of me. She lay back, slowly licking her fingers, and using them to capture all the come from her face. My mind slowly came back to me, and I remembered that I had come here to rob her after all. I stood up, clumsily fastened my pants, and grabbed the sack of loot. As I was staggering out the door, I heard her whisper, "I never lock that door. Come back again, and I'll let you meet my roommate." I heard her giggle one last time as I stumbled through the back yard, and over the fence. I'll cash this stuff in tomorrow. I need some damn SLEEP. Who knows, though? Maybe I'll decide I missed something over there. A Little Light Bondage It's your birthday. You've always wanted to be tied up. Tonight, my wife, you get what you want. And perhaps more than you bargained for. You pull in. It's been a hard day for you, but you've been looking forward to it since this morning. You were fresh out of the shower when I wrapped my arms around you from behind and pushed my erection between your butt cheeks. You moaned, enjoying it, wanting to stay home where my office is. I kissed you on the neck, my whiskers tickling you and making you giggle. I got to marvel at the shaking of your healthy breasts. When my hands found them, you swatted them away and told me you had to get to work. When I continued to rub my erect penis against you, you pushed back, part desire and part impatience, and told me you had to hurry. I relented, wishing you a happy birthday and promising fun for later. I've been planning this for weeks. We avoid having lunch together today, but the roses that are delivered take you by surprise. You love roses, especially the white ones I send you, with one red rose in the center, a drop of passion in the center of purity. Yeah, I've got it bad. You get out of the car now, wondering if you have the patience for our love-making. I don't give you much of a chance to decline, meeting you at the door wearing a bathrobe and pulling you in for a long, deep kiss as soon as you walk in. I hear the moan in your throat through my lips as our tongues dance a swirl of love and lust. I take the purse from your arm and the keys from your hand, setting them both on the table behind me without looking. I interlace my fingers with yours and lead you through the darkened living room and into our bedroom. You gasp as we enter. Velvet ropes are bound to each corner of the bed and just long enough to tie you down tightly. You look a little uncertain as I circle around behind and put my arms around you. My now-shaven chin doesn't have whiskers to tickle you and my kisses on your neck and throat excite you visibly. Splashes of red grow on your cheeks and you moan again as my hands caress the magnificent globes on your chest through your blouse and bra. My fingers find the buttons and I release them, one at a time, until I feel the stiff lace of your bra. I tug the blouse from your shoulders and leave your bra on, my fingers pressing on the stiff nubs of your nipples through it. I squat behind you and unzip your skirt. It pools around your ankles and I roll down the stockings you wear, having forgone panty-hose that day. I stand behind you as you are now clad only in your bra and panties. I push forward on your shoulders and you bend over the bed. We both enjoy intercourse in this position, but I think we both know I'm not letting you off the hook that easily. I drop my robe and press my erection between your thighs. You moan at the heat of it through lace panties and I can feel the wetness from your dewing slit on my head. The animal part of me wants to rip the panties away and push myself into you. I know the animal part of you won't mind, but the thinking part of both of us wants more. And seven years of marriage have taught me well to please the thinking part tonight. Besides, you haven't gotten the best part of your surprise yet. I pull away, leaving a little of my own moisture on your panties. I squat again behind you and peel the panties from your bottom and slide them down your legs. You shiver at the mixture of cold air on you and the pure excitement of the moment. The discomforts and disagreements of the day have fled from your mind, replaced now by pure desire. My tongue presses between your lips to the tender meat beneath them and you groan as I push it into your opening. It must feel like a short, thick prick as I push it into you and pull it out again, fucking you with it. I know you love this and a finger spreads your labia below my tongue, finding your stiff clitoris. I rub my digit all around it, not touching it but incidentally, which drives you closer to the edge. My right hand comes to your opening from above and I wet my finger in your vagina. I push my tongue back in as my wet index finger penetrates your anus. Your groan this time is almost a scream as your orgasm approaches. My finger increases the pressure on your clit while the one in your butt stays in up to the first knuckle and you squeeze it, humping your crotch back into my face. Your scream of release is accompanied by a fresh rush of fluid over my tongue. You've always gotten very wet, especially through cunnilingus. I pull my finger out of your butt and stand. I lean forward over you, letting my hard-on press against you, but not entering you. I'm not ready for that, even as you push back, seeking the feeling of me inside of you. I unhook your bra and let your pendulous breasts swing free. My erection makes contact with your still-buzzing clit and you pull away from me, too excited for that kind of touch. A firm swat on your butt makes you gasp at the mixed pleasure and pain of the shockwaves. You climb up on the bed and lay on your back. I crawl atop you, letting my erection dangle dangerously close to your opening as I tie both of your hands, then I shift down and tie both of your feet, leaving you spread-eagle on the bed and thoroughly aroused. I pick the blindfold up from the dresser and your smile becomes bigger. I tie it snugly around your face, leaving you tied-up and in darkness. Again, I lower my face to your wet twat. You've settled down enough for me to tease your clit again. You want more, moaning and bucking your crotch up to tell me to enter you, to possess you. I crawl up to lay next to you and kiss you again, our tongues dancing. My hands manipulate your full breasts and your moans of pleasure mean that you don't hear the door to the bathroom open. It is my assistant Melissa, a lovely little thing that we've joked about bringing in. Those jokes become reality. Melissa is an experienced bisexual and has long made comments about wanting you. When I told her this plan, she enthusiastically agreed. I keep my tongue in your mouth, letting you feel the length of my erection against your hip, which you press against. I stop kissing you as Mel approaches the bed, but I keep my face close to yours, so you know where I am. The smile on your face becomes questioning as you feel a new weight on the bed, at your feet, between your legs. As Mel leans down to flick her tongue over your labia I kiss you again. Our kisses deepen and you moan your pleasure into my mouth, pulling at the bonds on your wrists as she pleasures you again. She's like a wraith and moves up over your body, her kisses trailing over your mons, your stomach, your breasts. I pull back and she kisses your lips, her tongue wrangling with yours. I look down and she's working her fingers over your clit. I reach up and release your hands from their bondage. Your hands search over her back and down onto her little ass. I release your feet and you roll to your side, continuing to make out with Melissa. I wedge my erection between your thighs from behind and can feel the wetness from your vagina on the head. I kiss you on the back and shoulders as Mel moves back down to suck on one of your full breasts. Your moans become full-throated cries of joy as our attentions move you closer to another orgasm. You rock back against me and I feel Mel's hand fondling me as she caresses you. You gasp, working to get the words out. "Get in me. I want to be full of you when I come." I back up and Mel pushes you onto your back. Your legs are tangled up but spread wide enough for me to push my hips into the space that's left. I gaze down first, to see both of your glistening pussies, beautiful in the sunlight streaming through the blinds. Your hands are between each other's legs, working. I feel your orgasms rumbling through the mattress. I want to be a part of it. You want me to be a part of it. I push my hips forward and can feel Melissa's wet cunt humping against my abdomen. I push myself into you and you start coming. I can feel the squeezing strength of your vaginal muscles as you come. I can feel your warmth flow over me. It is a powerful orgasm. Your voice keens with the expression of ultimate pleasure. Your own joy is so intense that it takes me a minute to realize that I have not come, despite the wondrous pressure of your joy. Melissa is making little grunting noises that we both correctly interpret as signs of her own orgasm. Your voice is dreamy. "Put it in her." Your words alone almost get me off. You know how badly I've wanted what you just gave me permission to get. I pull my penis out of you and feel the gush of fluid, realizing how strong that orgasm really was. Your fluids and Melissa's mix as I push it into her. She's tighter than you were, but it's probably been longer for her. I look up and see you sucking on her nipple. I feel your hand stroking her clit, enticing her to further orgasm. She starts to come. It's almost as explosive as yours. I feel her warmth on me, running down over my scrotum and onto my thighs. Her head is thrown back as she cries out and orgasm washes over her. Lights explode in my head as her vaginal muscles squeeze me and I start to come in her. She holds me with her pussy and I flood her. Our strength gone, Mel and I collapse on top of you. You don't mind; you never do. Mel's head ends up on the pillow next to yours while mine drops down between your heads. Mel turns and kisses me on the cheek while you kiss my lips. I slip out of Mel's channel as we kiss. I can feel both of your fluids drip onto me and know they are even now puddling under your plump bottom. Now I kiss Mel's lips. Then I watch you kiss each other again. You laugh. "Now THAT was a birthday." A Little Light Bondage She was scared, really scared. So scared that her hands were sweaty and shaking, and her mouth was so dry that her lips were sticking to her teeth. She couldn't understand it, they'd been through this endless times since they'd met, especially over the last few months. She knew exactly what was going to happen and what he expected of her. Still, she supposed, knowing what to do and doing it were two very different things. She met him in a gaming chat room online, around four months ago. As soon as they started messaging he had told her what he needed from his women, she had told him she could never be that. But now, here she was, waiting to be that woman for him. Was it curiosity? Was it the fear of losing someone she had connected so deeply with? She had no idea, all she knew was that she was both scared of what lay beyond the door into the room, and what lay beyond the door out of the house and away from him. She was trying to decide which it was that she was most afraid of. And wondering if she had time to get another drink of water and one last trip to the loo. Then she realised it was not fear of him, but fear of her own reactions to what was going to happen that kept her from knocking on the door, and with that she knocked three times, loudly. He asked her to come in in a commanding baritone. She entered, eyes cast down as he had asked her, and waited for her instructions. How long was she standing there? Ten, maybe fifteen minutes just waiting for him. She knew he was testing her will and strength. She knew she could do it, so she just kept waiting. Finally he spoke, "Do you know your safeword?" "Yes," she replied. "What is it?" he asked, coming to stand in front of her. "P-pineapple." She said, beginning to shake. "Good girl" He smiled. "Now please remove your clothes." She took off her clothes and folded them neatly, more to gain some composure of herself than to be neat. When she had finished she stood again, eyes cast down, hands by her sides waiting for him. He grabbed her around her neck and lifted her chin to him. "Just to reiterate, in here my word is law, what I say goes, your opinion counts for nothing and the only time I listen to you is when you safeword. In here you are my property, purely for my pleasure. Understood?" "Yes." She whispered. "You will address me as Sir or Master. And I will address you as I see fit. You will only speak when you are given permission. Is that clear?" "Yes Sir, that's clear." She answered. He nodded curtly and guided her, still holding her neck, to the large padded bench. He tied her to it, using silk scarves, face down, an arm or a leg at each corner. Later he would use ropes, cuffs and bondage tape, but right now, he could see she was frightened and didn't want to scare her anymore than she was. He let her test the restraints, though he knew she was only getting out of them if he untied her, and waited while she satisfied herself that this was the case. As she tried to twist and turn and escape from her bonds she thought "Oh God, this is really it! There's no going back now!" He had positioned her so that all his toys were at her back, he wanted to surprise and shock her, and keep her constantly tingling with anticipation. Though, at the same time, he didn't want her to get scared and safeword. He knew she had it in her to be this woman, he had been looking for a long time for somebody just like her. He was looking forward to her finally admitting that she WAS that woman. He was going to enjoy this, he could see that she already had goosebumps. He smiled and picked up a light, velvet flogger. "I see you have goosebumps slut, it's time to warm you up." He said and began to flog her bottom and back, not enough to cause any pain, but he knew she would begin to feel the sting, tingle and warmth it caused on her skin. He needed her to taste these feelings first, as these were the sorts of implements he would use on her most often. As he began to use the flogger she first felt the sting of it, and almost called out, before she remembered that it would be a waste of energy, unless she called out that safeword. She really did not want to do that, because in her mind calling the safeword was like saying "I'm a failure!" She had never failed at anything before, she was not going to start now. Then she realised something strange was happening to her body, she began to tingle, pleasantly where he was flogging her, and then the warmth crept in. As he worked on her her whole back and bottom began to feel very warm, as if they were glowing a really bright red, as if she had just had a really hot bath. And then she noticed something else, she was squirming. She at first thought that she needed a pee, then she felt the wetness seeping down her thighs, and she realised that she was immensely horny! She couldn't believe it! She was so busy trying to work out what this meant that she didn't realise he had stopped flogging her. He came and knelt by her head. "Look at me little one," he said. She did as he asked. "How are you feeling?" He asked her, searching her face for signs of anger or distress, or both. "I'm OK," she said. "A little confused and overwhelmed by my own reactions, but I'm OK." "What are your reactions?" He asked, needing her to verbalise everything for him. If she didn't verbally tell him then she could possibly deny it later. "Weeeelllll," she said slowly, "I'm really comfortable with what you've just done, it felt really good. Which is a shock, I thought I would hate it! And it's made me horny! Really horny, I'm so horny I have juices dribbling down my legs!" She tried to hide her blushes as she spoke, but he held her face to his so that he could see her reactions. Now was not a time for her to hide the truth. He looked at her full in the face. "Why are you saying this?" He demanded from her. "Because it's the truth Sir." She answered, not breaking eye contact. "Check for yourself if you want to." "You're not just saying what you think I want to hear?" He questioned. "No Sir, I honestly feel that way. As I said, you can feel the evidence for yourself." She blushed again, but did not try to hide her face this time. She knew that this would be the first time he had touched her naked flesh, other than to hold her hand. But that felt good. She suddenly wanted, with every part of her being, him to touch her pussy and feel how wet for him she was. He held her face in place with one hand and traced a line down her back with the other, slowly travelling down her body, drinking in every curve and dimple. He was watching her reaction to his touch. He liked the look of desire on her face, the look of need in her eyes and the way she caught her breath when he caught areas that were sensitive. Finally he found the crease of her bottom, he dipped his fingers in to the crease and applied gentle pressure to her arsehole, and gloried in the catch of her breath and the slightly crazed look on her face as she tried to buck against his fingers. "Not yet slut." He whispered to her, and carried on his journey. When he found her pussy lips her whole body tensed up, but as he was watching her face, he knew it was from anticipation, not revulsion. He traced the outside of her lips, teasing her for a few minutes, and saw the crazed look on her face grow as she tried to buck and cause more friction. He chuckled and teased her a little longer, watching her desire grow. Finally, he dipped his fingers between her puffy pussy lips and felt the confirmation of what she had told him. She wasn't just wet, she was soaking, dripping with desire for him. He found her clitoris, and gently and slowly rubbed little circles around it, carefully watching her. He watched the fire grow from a smoulder to a blaze on her face and suddenly withdrew his hands. She groaned audibly and he spanked her hard, once on her bottom. "Do I need to remind you why you are here?" He growled, trying to mask his amusement and desire. "No Sir," She gasped, "for your pleasure." "Exactly slut." He said. "You cum if and when it pleases me and not until. Understood?" "Yes Sir." She almost groaned. She needed release so badly, but knew that asking for it would not make him give it to her, it might even make him punish her. So she said no more. He had planned to do so much more with her, but he could now smell her desire, and it made him hard and hungry for her. He had waited to take her for so long. Then he thought about how to do it. He wanted her to remember the first time she gave herself to him. He put the tip of his index finger at the entrance to her pussy. "Do you want me?" He growled. "Oh yes Sir!" She responded, gasping and trying to buck him into her. "You will beg for me like the slut that you are. It will give me great pleasure to hear and see you begging with your words and actions. Everything you want you will have to beg for, and you will not cum until I think that you have begged sufficiently. Do you understand slut?" "Oh yes Sir" She said and opened her mouth to speak again. He put his hand over her mouth and stopped her. "Don't forget your place dear." He said and came to face her. "Only speak when given permission. I will tell you when I want to hear you beg. And if you cum before I say you can there will be very severe consequences." She just nodded the best she could and waited with a small amount of fear, God, could she do this? He began to move his finger inside her. Gently drawing small circles around the entrance to her pussy. Not putting enough pressure on to make her cum, but just teasing her, and it had the desired effect. He was going to have some fun. He pulled out of her pussy and licked her juices off his fingers loudly so that she knew what he was doing. He saw her blush and chuckled again. He then dipped in again quickly with his full finger, and then forced that finger into her mouth. She was reluctant to taste herself, but she knew she had no choice. She blushed furiously as she took her finger into her mouth and tasted her pussy juice. She was surprised at the sweet taste of it, and found that she quite liked it. He laughed as he saw her mood change from reluctance, to acceptance, to eagerness. He then withdrew and kissed her full, hard and possessively on the mouth. Tasting her pussy as well as her mouth, and enjoying the way the two tasted together. It made him even harder. He was finding it difficult to maintain his control. He broke the kiss as suddenly as he began it and watched as she searched for him with her mouth. He chuckled and went back to the foot of the bench. He dipped his finger briefly into her pussy again, in order to lube it, then he began to finger fuck her arsehole. She was starting to lose control, he could tell, but he kept a careful eye on all of her reactions. He didn't want her to cum just yet. At the last possible second he withdrew his finger, and she barely stifled a groan, he chuckled and let it ride, though she would have to learn to curb that later. Again he stuck his finger in her mouth so that she could taste her own arsehole. She tried to resist this, but he held her head still while he made her suck on his finger as if it was a lollipop. She gagged and fought a little, but he held her there until she accepted that this would be something he wanted her to do. He felt her body go through different moods again, and when he was satisfied he had acceptance again he took his finger out of her mouth. "You need to get used to tasting body fluids little girl." He said, "I'll want you to taste your own and mine on a regular basis. Now, taste my arsehole!" And he pushed his bottom into her face and instructed her to "Lick." She was unsure what to do. She wanted to do what he asked, but it was his arse, for goodness sake! He stood there with his bum pressed to her face and waited to see what she would do. He felt her tense, then relax, then tense and relax again as she went through her inner struggle with his request. She had no choice but to smell him, and after a few minutes she decided that the smell wasn't as bad as she thought it would be and tentatively poked out her tongue. She gave it a quick lick and then withdrew her tongue, hoping that that would be enough. But he was still standing there, so she figured she needed to do more. So she licked some more, getting her tongue right in the crease and really licking his little star. He squirmed as she did this and pressed back onto her, so that her tongue slipped into his arsehole. She froze, unsure what to do, he stopped too, waiting for her. Then she began to tease his arse with her tongue, seemingly savouring his smell and taste, almost trying too fuck his arse with her tongue. He smiled broadly, he was so pleased with her right now, but didn't want to speak for fear of making her realise what she was doing and stopping her. Abruptly he drew away from her, she still had her tongue out when he turned around, he bent down and sucked her tongue into his mouth, tasting himself on her. It almost made him lose control there and then. He knew he had to wrap this up soon. He broke the kiss and looked at her. She looked so sexy laid there, tied to the bench, he was so happy with her and he knew he had made the right choice with her. He lifted her head by her ponytail and said "You've done very well so far little girl, and we're nearly done here. But now you need to beg for my cock." "Please Sir, give me your cock, I need it." She declared. "Not good enough slut. Be more specific!" He demanded of her, he had already warned her that he expected her to demean herself. "Please Sir, will you fuck my pussy with your beautiful hard cock? I need to feel it inside me now, before I break! I need to feel you inside me fucking me, and I know you need to cum. If it pleases you Sir, please fuck my pussy" She asked. Well what could he do when she had asked so nicely? He kissed her briefly on her forehead and whispered "Good girl slut." And went back to the foot of the bench. He positioned himself in between her open legs and rubbed his cock on her pussy lips, whilst warning her "Do not cum until I tell you, if you think you are going to cum, or you need to cum then you must beg for it. Is that clear?" "Yes Sir" she whispered, afraid that she was so turned on that the second he entered her she would explode. He entered her slowly enjoying the feeling of her warm, wet, tight pussy enveloping his cock. She was almost too tight. "I won't last long" he thought. He waited until she began to try to buck against him and then began to fuck her with long, hard strokes. She moaned and gasped as he moved in and out and they slowly both began to come undone as they enjoyed each other. They had waited so long and it felt so good to finally be together like this. Soon she began to beg, "please Sir, I need to cum, please may I? Oh Sir, please let me cum, I'm about to explode, Sir I'll die if you don't let me cum right now!" And so on. He kept denying her until she could no longer talk, then he knew she was on the verge of orgasm, and he was close too. "Cum for me slut." He said simply, and that was all she needed. She exploded, writhing and shaking and sweating and cursing. She had the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced, she had never known sex could feel like this. At the same time he came inside her, quietly, but with a small groan, it was with a sort of relief that he had chosen well and that she hadn't safeworded, but still with that blissful happiness that only a long, drawn out conquest can give a man. He withdrew and made her clean him, which she did with a renewed passion. He then untied her and helped her to stand, move and drink some water before drawing her onto his knee. He held her and rubbed her back as they both came back to earth. He accidentally brushed her nipple as he changed position slightly and she started writhing against him again. He laughed. Yes, he was going to enjoy finding the hidden slut in this one! A Little Light Hypnosis Good evening if you've just joined us, although having said that where the bloody hell have you been? Yes, you'll know from the warmth of the welcome that you can only be listening to Pure Blether FM. And I'm pleased to report that a certain flame-haired beauty has just elegantly glided into the studio, so I'll waste no time in handing over to her for ten minutes that, so I'm told, could literally change your life. I still need to be convinced about that, Ursula. Well, Pete, if you bother to stay and listen, rather than nipping off to wolf down some utterly revolting-looking sandwiches like you normally do, you might just have more fun along the way than you bargained for. Hi everyone, my name's Ursula James. If you haven't heard the slot before, you might remember me from my TV show -- in which case you'll know I'm one of the UK's leading hypnotherapists. I'm proud of having helped thousands of people, people just like you, improve their quality of life in a whole variety of ways -- some large, some small. But there are literally millions more people out there -- and I bet you're one of them -- who could benefit from the incredible power of my hypnotic suggestions. Without doubt the greatest frustration of my work is that there's no way I can reach out and help you all. And I bet I can guess what some of you might be thinking at this point. Even if I set up a practice right at the bottom of your street, you'd still be in no position to fork out for my exorbitant fee -- am I right? Well, there may be some truth in that, I have to admit. But the good news is that if you want to use hypnotherapy to transform YOUR life, you don't even need to have me in the room. Each and every one of you possesses the same amazing talent, but one you might not know you have yet. It's a talent for reaching inside yourself to boost your own confidence, repair your broken relationships, overcome your most crippling phobias, or to address absolutely any other problem that is preventing you from being the person you were born to be. Over the next few minutes, I'm going to equip you with the tools to find that talent, using some simple self-hypnosis techniques. Again, I think I can hear some of your objections flying back at me as I speak. "Did she really say each and every one of you? No, not me. It'll never work for me." Funnily enough, I recently received quite an amusing letter along those very lines from somebody called Ian from Leicester. This is what he had to say. "Hi Ursula, been watching your TV programme. Sorry to have to break this to you, but you're talking complete bollocks when you say that you could hypnotise anybody in the world. I think a lot of your clients -- well, the guys anyway -- must just be really polite. They don't have the heart to admit you never get them under. Want to know why it doesn't work? We're blokes, that's why! Women might be different, but our minds go exactly where they want to. Don't you know we think about sex every seven bloody seconds? Why else do you think I can sit and watch your show, which I would otherwise find completely tedious, and yet be utterly glued to the screen for a whole hour? Sorry, darling, but if I was sitting in a dark room, listening to a hot babe like you speaking soft words to me, there'd be one thought in my mind and it wouldn't be sending me to sleep any time soon." I bet everyone is thinking I'm only reading that letter out because I'm about to take up the challenge, and prove my techniques even work on Ian. Well, perhaps I will in a minute. But if you're listening, Ian, I'll tell you what I really find interesting about your letter. It's the tone. What you really wrote to tell me is that I could never successfully hypnotise you because you would be so distracted by your overwhelming sexual attraction towards me. But you couldn't say that directly, could you? It's as if you thought you had to put up a big sign-post saying "this is an ironic laddish joke", otherwise it would be a terrible thing to say. But why? Anyone who knows even the basics of male psychology understands precisely what your attraction really means. If you were being really honest you could have said "I saw you on the television one night, and within two seconds I knew I wanted to track you down, remove your clothes, spread your legs, put my penis inside you, and pump my sperm deep into you." And yet I have the feeling that it never once occurred to you that it would be acceptable for you to tell me that, and that I could appreciate such honesty. Men want to impregnate women, and women quite often let them -- but apparently not you, yet. And for you to be cut off from that side of your maleness by irrational shame, shame you're probably not even aware you had...I think that's so sad. But more than that, it's the kind of problem I help people with all the time. So here we have a perfect example of somebody with a problem that could be solved using my techniques, and he might be listening to this programme. So, Ian, if you're there, I'm hoping you might be in a room on your own. And I'm hoping there might be a nice, comfy chair in that room. If all those boxes are ticked, then I think I'm ready to begin that challenge to prove that you're capable of being hypnotised. But remember this is not really about me doing anything, it's about you learning from my example how you might hypnotise yourself. The tool you need to do that is something personal to yourself, a way of distracting yourself from the world around you. In a sense that's all hypnosis is, a kind of distraction. It has to be something that is guaranteed to keep your full attention, and that you can reliably use to direct your thoughts to wherever you want them to go. And the wonderful thing about your letter is that you've shown me the very thing that's going to do the trick for you. Yes, you've guessed it, it's that animal lust for my body that you're so ashamed of. So let's see if this works. All you have to do is listen to my instructions, and see if you can follow them -- but it has to be every one of them. And when you obey my very last instruction, I'll have proved my point. What's in it for you then, I hear you ask? Oh, I think you might enjoy the ride... The first thing we're going to do is get you comfortable. Very comfortable. Perhaps more comfortable than you've ever been before in your entire life. Take off your watch if you've got one on. Kick off your shoes and socks if you're wearing them. Now unbuckle the belt on your trousers. If you're wearing a shirt, undo the top couple of buttons. And then...all the other buttons as well. In fact, just slip the shirt off. And we could probably do without the trousers while we're at it. Sorry, am I hurrying you? No rush at all, as long as the lot comes off. There we are. Now we're almost ready. Oh, perhaps you're wondering about your underwear? Well, there's no point in half-measures, so you'd best drop them as well. Maybe it seems disconcerting that I need you to be naked, but bear with me -- no pun intended. All will become clear. Now, walk over to that comfy chair, and take a seat. Sink right into it, down, down into its deeps. No, that's nowhere near enough. You're going to let the chair take your entire weight, you're not going to be left carrying even one ounce of your body weight. Soon you'll feel as light as a feather. We're still not there, though, are we? So, now...I want you to think about me. Just me and nothing else. Imagine I'm sitting uncomfortably close to you, my face almost touching yours...but not quite. Focus on my face. Imagine looking deep into my eyes. Now notice my hair. Pete called me a flame-haired beauty...you'd agree with that, I'm sure. Think about how my hair would feel against your skin if only it were to brush against your face. And out of the corner of your eye, catch the bulge of my breasts beneath my thin white blouse. Notice how the more you've focussed on my face and hair and eyes and hint of my breasts it's as if I'm the only thing that exists apart from you. The rest of the world just melts away into oblivion. You don't want to fight that, do you? Didn't think so. And I don't want you to. From now until we're finished, it's just you...and me...and your desire for my body. If it helps you to keep that focus, close your eyes. Be warned, though, once you do, you won't open them again until I tell you to. Even if you want to, you'll find you can't. But close them anyway. It'll bring you closer to me. Good boy. But we're still not quite touching, are we? Our lips could so easily have met but it hasn't quite happened. Just how much are you longing to touch me, to hold me, taste my lips, the wetness of my tongue...more than anything you want to unwrap my breasts and then...oh the possibilities... Now focus on how that longing is making you feel. Your breath has quickened. Your pulse is racing and your whole upper body is sweating. And yet...isn't it strange how you feel so light now? Light as a feather. Now I want you to become aware of what's happened to your penis. I think we both know without asking. Isn't it funny how an erection feels so much more exposed to the world when you're naked, even if there's nobody there to see it? That contrast between the open air enveloping it, and the fires of desire that you'd tried to keep secret bursting within. So you've got a boner to end them all, and it feels like every bit of your lust is on show, whether you wanted it to be or not. But beneath that familiar ache you've known a thousand times, can you notice something else? It's a deeper longing, a wanting, locked deeper in your groin, deeper almost than your soul, and you've been suppressing it instinctively for so long you've almost forgotten it was there. But there -- now, do you feel it? Deep beneath that barrier where it can never get out. Unless you let it out. Part of you wants to so very much, but you're scared. You're ashamed because you know what that longing really is. It's the need -- not an idle wish or a dream -- an absolute NEED to feel yourself inside my body right now, to melt your whole being into me. And to allow yourself that need would seem so wrong. But what if I gave you permission to feel that way? What if I told you I wanted you to feel the bliss of being inside my body? If I told you I wanted it to happen, would that need burst through the barrier, surge its way up through the heart of your penis and scream for its release? And what if I were to tell you that I'm so wet now, that I'm actually thinking about you barging through my slit? But we don't stop there. I know you've come with me this far, followed every instruction I've given you. I know you can follow this one as well, because you're going to imagine something you've already imagined in writing your letter to me. You see, since you shut your eyes, you've actually been in my office, in the middle of a session with me. Many things are the same as they were in your previous location. There's a comfy chair in my office, so that's why you haven't noticed the difference. The instructions I gave you in this reality were to close your eyes, and not open them, speak or move until I told you to, but I haven't said anything since then. And, yes, you're still completely naked. The difference is that I'm with you -- for real, this time. The room's dark, but I'm sitting close and I can see you. The whole of you. Every part of you. And there's one other crucial difference in this reality. I have given you no permission to think of me in a sexual way. In fact, I forbid it. I don't say it out loud, you just know that's the way it is. Have you no sense of shame, lad? You're naked! You've pointing your erection at me! You want to run away or make up some flimsy excuse, but you can't. Remember, you can't move, you can't speak. You're rooted to the chair, paralysed by your guilty lust. The only thing that can possibly absolve your blame now is to lose your erection -- and you've got seconds to do it. Because, you see, I have one final instruction for you to carry out. One more important than all the others put together. The one that will definitively prove the point one way or the other. Bend your dick, Ian. Oh. Seems you might have been right after all. There is one person in the world who I can't help. Ah well, not to worry. After that little entertaining diversion, and for everyone APART from people in Leicester who waste my time with bloody offensive letters, here's that guide to self-hypnosis I promised you...