0 comments/ 18018 views/ 0 favorites Click By: ForeverHisLady Deep in the recesses of her mind, Megan was vaguely aware of the sound of a door opening and closing, but the warmth of sleep lulled her back into a semi state of unconsciousness. With a feline stretch, she moved her legs and arms; attempting to roll over when suddenly she felt herself pounced on. Strong legs straddled the small of her back; Megan felt the crisp roughness of jeans against her nakedness. Despite the heavy material, she felt the stirrings of an erection. Panic beginning to set in, she opens her mouth to scream, when a soft male voice whispers in her ear. "Relax, it's just me, but let's pretend." Thank God, it was just Bill, her lover. Ever game, Megan quickly took up the role. "Stop you basta"..... but her words were cut off by a deep kiss. God, how she loved the way he moved her. Relaxing, she allowed herself to just go with his plan and turned her thoughts to nothing more than just feeling the sensations. Closing her eyes, she became aware of the sound of a zipper opening.....and then clothing being tossed across the room. In her mind Megan saw the body that she yearned for. Well, defined and muscular; the body of a man that worked. Bill's broad chest tapered down to a slightly rounded belly, just right for laying one's head on. Thinking of that position, she smiled just a bit. Strong hands that not only knew how to work, but knew how to work magic on and from her. As her mind traveled lower down his body her smiled widened, for here was the object of her passion. God, what a beautiful cock he had. Thick, compact, with a wide head that reach all the right spots. Just thinking of it made her damp with anticipation. Bill's mind was silently racing as well. Below him, trapped between his thighs, was a woman whose passion and lust matched his. Lucky devil he thought. Megan's skin beneath his hands was like silk, fair and unblemished. A cherub face surrounded by golden hair that he loved to entangle his hands in while she laid her face on his belly while she toyed and pleased him. Ah, the thought of her hands and mouth playing with his cock and balls caused a soft moan to escape his lips. Straddling her like this he could see one breast peeking out from under her, nipple hard as a diamond. Under him, her ass was undulating, giving him an indication of her arousal. Breathing deeply, he could detect Megan's own delectable scent. Accusingly, his cock strained against her ass cheeks, thinking not only of her scent, but of her taste. Lying out on top of her, he felt the fire igniting between their bodies. Reaching his hands under her, he took her breasts in his hands, cupping, kneading them. Firmly his fingers probed her skin, drawing her breasts tighter into his hands. Megan responded by beginning to push back against him, giving him greater access to them. His index fingers and thumbs came together, taking the nipples between them, rolling them back and forth, lightly pinching them. Her body reacts by rocking in rhythm with the movement of his hands. Arching her back, pushing out her chest, she trusts her head back into Bill. He responds by lowering his face to her neck, kissing, sucking and tasting her. Backing up on her hands, she rises to an all fours; position with Bill still over her, as if ready to mount her. She is very aware of his rock hard cock rubbing against her, droplets of pre-cum trailing down the crevice of her cheeks. Equally aware is Bill of her hot moisture beneath him, rising to envelop his sac. Wondering just how moist she is, he drops one hand to her. His eyes widen as he feels the slick wetness that had begun to seep from her. Dipping his fingers through her hair, he took a lip between the fingers that just toyed with her nipple. Downy soft on one side, slick, wet and pink on the other; the contrast made him gasp with pleasure, or was that her? Kneeling down behind her, Bill reveals in the view before him. His first glimpse is a quick overall picture of Megan. Soft ample thighs building up to her abundant ass, a vision of opulence. There, pouty lips glisten with her juice, as if begging to either be licked or used. Leaning forward, he draws his face closer just as a droplet oozes from her. Unable to resist, he gently traces its path with his finger as a shudder overwhelms her. Megan unconsciously responds by hanging her head low and leaning back towards him. As if on cue, her inner lips swell with anticipation, opening in invitation to him. As they blush to the color of a deep rose, the room is suddenly filled with the scent of sex, lust and passion. Immediately his cock responds by growing harder still. In awe of what is occurring just inches from his face, he becomes bolder yet but beginning to stroke the lips increasing the wetness. Her response is to slide her legs a bit further apart giving him great access to her and to thrust her ass higher in the air, pushing her face down against a pillow, exposing herself entirely to him. Glancing up at her face, equally as flushed as her pussy, he knows the extent of her arousal. Megan's eyes are closed in trance as she concentrates on the feelings between her legs. Rocking her body back and forth, she silently communicates to him her need, her desire, her craving for release. Just a bit more firmly he parts the inner lips and glides his fingers forward until they bump into her clit. God, how hard it is, sticking straight up, proud and tall. Aware of the soft moans coming from Megan, Bill begins to dance his fingers about it. Encircling it, then directly applying pressure, then once again, teasing just the sides, he drives her passion upward. Bringing now the other hand into play, he slides two fingers deep within her. Deftly he with draws them, noting the slick wetness covering them, then plunges them back inside. Meanwhile, Megan is near delirious with all that is occurring, never has she been so exposed to a man, and yet, that is what is fueling her passion. Knowing that he is seeing her, all of her, and loving every minute of it. She begins to rock back and forth harder and harder on his invading fingers. As his fingers play with her clit, she hisses and arches, then falls forward impaling herself on his hand. This is sex in all its glory; tender, sweet, raw and lusty. Softly she begins, so soft that at first Bill is unable to distinguish if she is moaning or speaking. As the level of intensity rises, so does her voice. "Fuck me, please, oh please, fuck me Bill." He smiles and ignores her and on the next thrust, slides in a third finger. Louder she begs. " Now, I need to feel your cock in me, please...oh God, please give me your cock." He rises to his knees behind her, his one hand leaving her wet, swollen lips while the other deftly strokes and teases her clitoris. Taking his cock in his head, he parts the lips and drags it threw the wetness. Looking down at the wide head, he sees the glistening of her on him. Smiling a slightly evil smile, he slides the head up and down, just out of reach of her need. "So you want my cock? Just how badly do you need it? Just how badly do you want it?" Nearly crying with desire she whispers, "I need to feel you in me, filling me up, stretching me, taking me and making me yours." Slightly deeper he pushes his cock through the slit, stopping to quickly slap her ass cheek when she tries to push onto him. "Well, my little one, you do seem to need me. Are you sure that this is what you want?" "Yes, please.......give me your cock!" With those words, Bill simultaneously plunged deeply into her, while leaning forward and grabbing her hair as a mane. Rearing her head back, arching her back, she leans onto him, thrusting him deeper inside than either thought possible. As a small revenge on her part, Megan begins to milk his cock, clamping down on the shaft as he withdrew, dragging out the process only to loosen a bit as he slammed home. She never missed his fingers leaving her clit since now his balls where slapping wildly at it, the sac rubbing and teasing it as expertly as his fingers once did. Sensing that he was close, she tightened her vaginal muscles on his shaft one more time. Just then he hissed out at her, "Ready? Her body answered him by holding still for one brief moment; he knew the time was now. Leaning forward over her body once again, he pulls her head back to kiss her as she explodes on his cock. The pulsating of her pussy, clenching and churning drives his orgasm. He thrust forward one more time as he begins to pump his cum deep within her. For what seems to be an eternity, they are locked like this, each deeply aware of the other. Then, collapse. Bill rolls from her back and gently takes her into his arms. Megan lays her head on his chest. Shyness over comes her momentarily as she realizes what has occurred. Attuned to this, he caresses her and holds her close knowing how willingly she opened herself to him, not only sexual but spiritually. Contentedly she wraps her leg about his thigh, skin to skin. During this peaceful time, he becomes aware of feeling his cum oozing from her. As the smile begins, so do the thoughts begin again. Click Comments welcome; flames cheerfully ignored. ******************** "Click." It was the "click" that hurt the most. Not the "click" as the bedroom door closed behind my wife, Sally, and her lover, but the "click" of her locking the door after she closed it. I will never forget that sound. And I will never forget the other sounds I heard from outside the locked door. But to start at the beginning. After dealing for several years with her sadness over the departure of her long-term lover, Sally wrote to the man who introduced both of us to cuckolding. Ted has kept in touch with me over the years, always asking about Sally, about our family, and about Sally's work. When she considered starting her own business, he offered his expertise in the field. Sally accepted his advice cautiously, not sure if she wanted things to get sexual again, and not sure if he wanted that, either. As they continued to email and to speak, Sally began to pepper the conversations with subtle sexual references, which Ted returned equally subtlely. Always the gentleman, he never pushed or even advanced the conversation in a sexual direction. Finally, when she had begun her business and was very excited about the new challenges, she sent him the following email: "Looking forward to having an exciting, enthusiastic, optimistic conversation about my new business and life style." To which Ted responded, "So then the question only remains if we have the exciting, enthusiastic, optimistic conversation about your new business and life style clothed or naked." My wife answered, "Naked, of course." As she and Ted made plans to meet, she invited me to read their email correspondence, which really excited me. I couldn't wait to see them in bed together again... I walked up to the bedroom door, closed and locked before me. I heard their voices inside; I could not make out the words, but I could her the tone of their conversation. That conversation did not last long, and suddenly the words were replaced with a sound I could hear very clearly: kissing. Ted and Sally were kissing, just beyond the door. The kissing continued, paused, then I clearly heard Ted say, "Oh, my." From past experience, I knew that was what he said when he saw my wife's naked tits. The picture was painted for me as clearly as if I was in the room: Sally had taken off her shirt and her bra, and her breasts - my wife's tits - were now in Ted's hands. The kissing resumed... but it was different. Not so much kissing as... sucking. I heard Sally gasp, and I realized I was listening to Ted sucking my wife's nipples. I wanted desperately to see, but with a "click" my wife had locked me out. When Ted and Sally made plans for their "exciting, enthusiastic, optimistic conversation," they decided that something was different, and they liked it. They felt that this was no longer a date arranged by me, but something they wanted to do together. The more they talked about it, the more they realized that they did not want their date to be a performance for me; they wanted it to be for them, and them alone. So Ted broke it to me: I was welcome to join them for lunch when we met, but when they went to bed I would not be included. Ted suggested - strongly - that I reserve a suite in the hotel, since it would look very strange for me to be hanging around in a hotel hallway for hours. Kissing, sucking, short and urgent intakes of breath. They say that when a person loses one of his senses, the others become more acute to compensate. I could not see anything but a closed and locked door, but I could tell... The sound of change and keys jangling: Ted is taking off his pants. The sound of the bedsprings compressing: they - my wife and her lover - are lying down together. Tiny moans, gasps from each of them: they are touching, feeling, stroking each other's sex. My wife, touching another man. Another man, touching my wife. And she locked me out, so they could be alone together. Quiet for a moment, then THAT sound. The sound my wife makes when a penis enters her. She doesn't make it any other time, and I have never heard any other woman make it. A short, intense intake of her breath; a surprised, pleased and sexual sound. I heard it. It only lasted a second, but it echoed in my head like a cannon-shot. I had not even begun to deal with the huge knot which that sound tied in my guts when Ted groaned a deep, loud, sustained groan. Not an orgasm-sound, but the sound a man makes when he puts his cock deep inside a woman. Ted and Sally were fucking. Right behind that door. Naked, wet, body-on-body, my wife was giving herself to him and he was... taking her. I should have cried out and told them to stop. I should have pounded on the door and said "No! You can't do that with my wife." I should have said, "No! You can't do that, you're my wife." But I didn't say anything. I pulled down my pants and jerked off, listening to him-fuck-her-and-her-fuck-him. Ted moaned and groaned, and Sally gasped her little "I'm being fucked" gasps, for... how long? No idea. Then it got quiet, and I heard the hum of her pocket rocket. As bad as it was to listen to Ted being turned on by my wife, it could not compare to the new sounds, the ones of my wife being turned on by Ted. Her gasps grew louder and longer, and the kissing-sucking sounds told me exactly what he was doing to my wife's nipples. I heard him talking to her gently; I could not make out the words, but I knew they were words of admiration and encouragement. He was using his hands, his mouth and his mind to touch my wife, and from the noises she was making, it was working. Lunch had been torture for me. We ate in a nice restaurant, and Ted included me completely in the conversation, but I knew. We all knew. Sally was wearing a white shirt with a black bra, so the bra was clearly visible through the shirt's material. She had buttoned the shirt high enough to offer only a tiny glimpse of her cleavage, but I saw every time Ted's eyes drifted down, and I knew exactly what he was thinking: soon, she will be mine. Soon, we'll leave her husband behind, and I will have her - all of her. As we walked to the car for the trip to the hotel, Sally unbuttoned another button. Ted was mesmerized, and made no secret of it. When we got into the hotel room, and the two of them sat facing each other on the couch, he actually reached over and pulled her shirt collar to the side, to give himself a better view. For a brief moment, I was insulted: that was no way for a man to treat my wife! But just as I realized he had every right to do that, Sally looked down and unbuttoned two more buttons for him, then pulled the right side of her shirt open so he could see her entire bra-enclosed breast. They each made a halfhearted effort to continue the conversation after that, but it was clear that their hearts were not in it. Within two minutes, Sally got up and said, "Let's go in the other room. Without him." Ted rose, put his arm around my wife's waist, and walked her away from me. I heard the door close, and then I heard that damn sound: "Click." The soft hum of Sally's vibrator could only be heard when Ted was not talking to her and she was not gasping. So when I heard it clearly for a half-minute or so, I listened carefully, trying to catch what I was missing. But my careful attention was not necessary, because my wife's silence was the buildup to her orgasm. Suddenly she cried out a long, loud and powerful, "Ooohh-Oooooohhhhhhh!", and while my cock hardened, my heart broke. There - right there, on the other side of the closed, locked door - my wife was giving everything to that man. Her body, her touch, and now her orgasm, all for him. The bed shook. Sally can cum hard when she's excited, but I never thought she could shake the bed so much that a bystander could hear it in the next room. She did. One, two, three, four, five, six times: I could picture it well, since I know how my wife's body spasms and thrashes when she cums, and the sounds of the bed shaking under her provided all the information I needed to know. What I did not expect was to hear the sounds of Ted groaning along with her, yet with every "thump" of the bed, that is exactly what I heard. I knew that he was not fucking her, and I doubted very much that she could be stroking him while she came, since she loses control of her body completely when she cums. So he must be groaning from... HER PLEASURE. He was watching her. He was feeling her. He was getting off on my wife cumming. It hurt so much to be locked out for that. So much. "Click." The bed stopped bouncing for only a few seconds, then started again. I tried to figure out what was happening - every sense tuned in to discern what they were doing. I got my answer quickly: Sally made that surprised, pleased and sexual sound, and Ted began to groan. This new thumping was no longer Sally cumming, it was Ted fucking her. He had held back his own orgasm until my wife was satisfied, but now that he had held her while she came, he could not wait any longer. I didn't need to see. I just knew. I know how good it feels to fuck my wife. It is an incredible feeling which starts from my penis inside her, and radiates out to my whole body. I've known it for more than 20 years. But now Ted was feeling it, not me. I could hear it in his groans, his gasps, his attempts to talk to my wife which were interrupted by spasms and grunts of pleasure. I could hear my wife encouraging him, coaxing him to cum in her, and her words told me what her body was doing to him. She was using her pussy, her body, her mind to turn him on. The thumping grew louder, his groans grew louder, her sex talk grew louder. Then he came. I sat behind the closed, locked door, and heard Ted cum in my wife. He cried out his pleasure, and his voice was so strained that I could picture the faces he was making. Talk about an intimate act: allowing another person to see the faces you make when you cum. Intimate, like a woman spreading her legs and pulling a man into her, turning him on until he lets go inside her. I know what sex is for, as nature intended it. It is biology: the way a man puts his sperm into a woman. I heard it happen. I heard Ted cum in my wife, and his gut-wrenching groans made it clear that he was ejaculating in her. The strain in his voice as he grunted over and over told me that his body was pushing its fluid out. Out through his penis. And into my wife. As I write this, eight hours after Ted said goodbye, my wife is upstairs sleeping. And Ted's sperm is swimming around in her womb. I didn't see it happen, but Sally and Ted were both happy to assure me it did. Three times. Afterward, silence. The phrase, I believe, is "post-coital bliss." But it sucks to be sitting outside the bedroom door. I hadn't allowed myself to cum, and would not all day, because I knew that without the edge of my incredible horniness, I could not survive the beating my self-esteem was taking. So in the silence I reviewed everything I had heard, everything my wife and her lover had done right in front of me, so to speak, and I kept stroking my painfully hard cock. They were satisfied; they had satisfied each other. I was a wreck. "Click." Fifteen minutes of quiet. Sure I checked my watch; what else did I have to do? They began talking, and while I still could not hear the words, the tone was conversational. They talked back and forth like friends, and it all sounded so normal, except when I reminded myself that they were lying together, naked. My wife and her lover. My wife and her friend. I guess it's good I kept reminding myself of that, because it was a little less of a shock when Ted suddenly groaned. A few seconds, then another groan. And another. A few words from him, and yet another. She was sucking his cock back to life. It had to be. It was. After 10 minutes or so of him encouraging her in her "work," I heard the bed creak, followed by Sally's a-penis-just-entered-me gasp and a deep, loud moan from Ted. The bed kept creaking, then the headboard started banging into the wall. Slow, fast, slow, fast. This time, Sally was fucking Ted. I listened through the closed, locked door as my wife fucked her lover. I had no idea what specific moves she was putting on him, but I heard him react, and I knew whatever she was doing to him it was working. The fucking went on and on. The noises were... obscene. I felt like an eavesdropper, listening in on a couple's most private act, and then I realized that was exactly what I was. I was sure they did not have a thought about me, and both of them later confirmed that I was right. They were a couple, a man and a woman, alone and naked and fucking. "Click." My wife made him cum in her again. The noise he made was unbelievable, as if she were drawing his very soul out of his body. Guys, you know how that second orgasm in a short time takes longer to arrive, and is so deep that it almost hurts? I heard it all. I heard a man gasp out his pleasure as my wife used her body, her pussy, to give him pleasure. It was quiet again, then rustling of sheets. The bedroom door opened, and Sally walked out, completely naked, on her way to the bathroom. I know this sounds absurd, but the shock of seeing her naked was overwhelming. Of COURSE she was naked; hadn't I heard them having sex for the past two hours? Was it denial that made me so surprised to see her completely exposed, leaving her lover's bed? Did the fact that I hadn't SEEN any of it mean it didn't really happen? Whatever the rationalization, the truth stood in front of me: He saw her. He touched her. He knew my wife's body. He knew my wife. She looked at me, sitting in a chair by their bedroom door, my pants pulled down and my cock hard in my hand, and she laughed. She entered the bathroom and closed the door without saying a word. When she came out, she stood directly in front of me. Her nipples were slightly above my eye-level, her pubic hair right where I could reach out and touch. But I did not try to touch her. There was nothing in her stance that made me feel my touch would be welcomed. She faced me for about a minute, watching me masturbate furiously as I looked at her, then she said, "I'm having a WONDERFUL time. Bye." She smiled, walked back into the bedroom, and closed the door behind her. I heard her turn the lock. "Click." Another half-hour or so of talking, punctuated by the sounds of kissing and the occasional soft moan. I knew what they were doing: talking together as friends, but casually touching each other as lovers. After hearing all the sounds of sex, why did it wreck me to think that he was just playing with my wife's tits while they talked? Intimacy, of course. It is one thing to fuck someone; it's another to love spending time with them in bed. Sally sounded so comfortable in there, and the more comfortable she sounded, the more it made me feel left out, and foolish, and hurt... cuckold hurt. The vibrator started up again. "Good luck with this one," I thought; Sally never cums more than once in an afternoon or evening. But once again, the soft whir of the vibe was hidden by my wife's heavy breathing, then moaning, then... quiet. No, I thought, it can't be; this can't be the quiet before her orgasm. No. No. Not twice in such a short time. When she came, she exploded. She, who is always conscious of not being too loud, especially in a hotel, held nothing back. She cried out a sound that anyone in the world would instantly recognize, and I felt as if everyone in the hotel knew that Ted was making my wife cum. The bed banged over and over and over again, and Ted's own groans over her pleasure made me feel worse, which I didn't think was possible. "Click." Later, when Ted talked with me in the living room before he left, he said he was amazed that Sally was able to get him hard again after she came. He said he couldn't remember the last time he had sex three times in three hours, but she was so sexy and so exciting, and so focused on sucking him to hardness, that it happened. He told me he had to be on top, so he could control the strokes. He described it so matter-of-factly, sitting in the living room fully dressed and with me still jerking my frustrated cock, that it took a minute for me to register that he was discussing his method of fucking my wife. He said his third orgasm "felt the best, although it was the smallest quantity of semen," which was the most humiliating thing anyone has ever said to me. Sitting there with my pants down, jerking my cock which had not cum through three of his orgasms and two of hers, I listened to him evaluating the quality of his orgasms and how much semen he squirted into my wife with each one. I literally could not talk; I grunted and jerked off harder. He got up to leave, and later wrote that he stopped talking with me because it had become a one-way conversation - him talking and me just moaning - and he got nothing out of watching me masturbate, even if he had just fucked my wife. Ted went into the bedroom and spent five minutes saying goodbye to Sally, then walked by me to the door. "Take care" was all he said, and he was gone. I went into the bedroom, where Sally lay with the covers pulled up to her neck. She kissed me and I felt her reflexively pull away. She looked at me for a moment, laughed and said, "Oh my God, it's so strange kissing someone without a mustache." I didn't cum even then, though it took every ounce of self-control. We kissed again, and Sally said, "We were right. It was MUCH better without you in the room. I really like him. He's a good man, a good friend, and a great lover, and I can't wait for next time. But we have to be sure we always get a place where we can lock you out. Now, I'm really tired, and I want to take a nap before we go home. Please wake me in half an hour, and... please close the door on your way out." I started to object, but decided against it. If I was able to sit on a chair outside the bedroom for three hours, another half hour wouldn't hurt. Besides, it would allow me to masturbate without disturbing her as I thought of all the powerful feelings I had experienced. So I tucked the covers around her, got up and quietly made my way out the door. I shut it as quietly as I could. Apparently she had not yet fallen asleep, because as I sat down in my chair, I heard a familiar sound: "Click." Click CLICK: "Don't fucking lie to me, you coward." Spittle flying from the flung expletive. "Dianne, wait. Just wait!" The pause was introspective and deep, but fleeting. Nothing had been yelled. In fact, the voices remained little more than harsh whispers. It was the thickness of her words and the shrill desperation of his that elevated. In his mind this had been beautiful. Beautiful like opening your door after a four mile drunken walk home from the bar. Beautiful like walking out of work on Thursday knowing you wouldn't be coming back tomorrow, you were going to the beach. Beautiful like the clip sliding into the butt of a gun with that satisfying "click". "It wasn't supposed to be like this." "Oh, God. That's what you come up with to say? No shit it wasn't! We're married!" This last remark she actually used her vocal chords to say. He hadn't heard her, though, he was thinking. It pissed him off that he had had it all worked out, and it still went to shit, just like it always did. He had fucked the blonde from down the street, and he had fucked her good. Maybe not well, but good. He had relished every thrust, every grunt that escaped her throat. His hands moved almost unconsciously. Her back was still turned to him. He couldn't see her very well, but the moon was bright enough that the darkness had two shades: dark solitude, alone and empty, infinite, and Her. "You piece of shit." Snarled Dianne, "Of all the vows you've made to me over the years, this is the one you decide to break? Do you feel good? Do you?" The pause was too long, evidently, because the shift in grayness showed that she had rolled her torso left towards him and was now looking up at the ceiling. "I have no face, Dianne." His voice was steady and calm. "You say it's my spine, but it's a face I don't have. You don't either, but at least you have a mask. I don't even have that. Blank." He sniffed, an uninterested careless sniff; very matter of fact. He sat up with his back against the headboard. "Well, that's it for that guy. Fuck'im." Obviously coming to a conclusion in the darkness. "What? What guy? What are you..." Her mouth gaped. "You fucking bastard! Put that out. You don't smoke!" It was true, he didn't. But it was also true that he had lit a Red. And it was true, too, what he had said last. It was all over for that guy. "What in the hell are you doing? Who the hell are you?" She was now sitting as well, staring at him. Casually he pulled his left hand up from the side of the bed where it had been dangling. He dragged off his cigarette then set it on the bed stand. Leaning to his left he bent over and reached to the floor. When he straightened back up his left knee and back popped simultaneously. Leveling off, he unloaded six rounds from his .44 revolver, picked the cigarette up, dragged, flicked it to the floor at the foot of his bed (not their bed, anymore) got up and left. "Fuck you." And he closed the door, on a lot of things. Click The light was soft and warm as April looked up from her spot reclining naked on the sheepskin rug in the living room. Her husband had set up the digital camera and a few lights in the corner and was busy checking exposure, making sure all the flash heads were firing, clicking off pictures, and plugging in cables. The candles from her bathroom, now burning on the side tables, gave off a strong scent of woodland forest. The doorbell rang and while her husband went to get it, April managed to jump up off the carpet, slip on her robe, and go upstairs before he returned. She knew Gregg wanted her to stay on the rug, but she felt a little shy, and anyway it would be sexier to remove her clothes a little at a time as the shoot progressed. She had done two photo shoots with Todd in the last couple of months. Just a few mini-skirts and bikini shots the first time, but bolder in the second session: white lace lingerie, garter belt, and thigh-high stockings over stiletto heels, with Todd beside her, naked to the waist. As the evening wore on, first the bed jacket and then the bustier came off, the camera clicking and clicking, while she posed and teased, offering her breasts, her thighs, even a glimpse of pussy. Her eyes were alight, her flesh glowed, and then, when it was over, as she was tying up her robe, she suddenly flashed Todd a wicked smile and a rosy, erect nipple. Gregg laughed, suggesting she give Todd a blowjob as a reward for good modeling. April responded with a small glare that said he was pushing her a bit too fast, but then, seeing Todd's cock straining in his pants at the suggestion, she went over and stroked the bulge, consoling both men with, "Maybe another night, when I'm ready to go further." A week after that, Gregg asked Todd if he would be interested in modeling again with April. Todd said he was, and then asked if he could bring David, another model, who was a friend of his from college. When Gregg mentioned the idea to April, she didn't say a word, but she didn't make a face either. During the next few days, as they talked it over, he felt her warming to the possibility. It was daring to invite both guys so soon, but Gregg was sure she would enjoy it, and with some anticipation he bought her a selection of sheer condoms, the kind that would be easy to erase from the final images with a little Photoshop retouching. She laughed the day she saw them in his camera bag. "What are you planning to do with all those?" When April came downstairs, she was wearing an open pink robe that showed off her womanly, 40-something figure in a white lace push up bra, sheer lace stockings, garter, and lace panties stretched over the tuft of her warm pussy. Todd and Gregg watched her enter the living room from the corner where the lights and camera were set up. She was walking carefully down the stairs on high, white platform shoes. When she got clear of the railing April saw David on the couch and blushed, a little surprised, but quickly regained her composure. "I didn't know Todd was bringing a friend," she said with a smile. Gregg made introductions as she reached the bottom of the stairs. She gave Todd a hug and shook David's hand and then gave him a hug, too. She remembered all those condoms Gregg bought and felt her pussy grow moist. Three pairs of male eyes seemed to feel it too, invited to stare by her open robe. She instinctively pulled it closed. Within ten minutes the robe was gone and her ass was up in the air while one knee pressed into the couch cushions. She had climbed onto the couch by placing one leg and shoe on its arm and the other high heel down into the carpet, stretching a little further as she pulled up and onto both knees. Gregg always made her get into some odd positions to start, so she would be limber and loose when he began shooting. Now, with her face in a red velvet pillow, she adjusted her position by rocking her knees back and forth to get comfortable. Todd and David, dressed only in flowing black pants, were standing one in front and one behind the couch. When she turned her head to the side to peek at her husband behind the camera, she could see them watching her from the mirror in the corner. A moment later, her eyes were dazzled by repeated flashes of light, as Gregg fired off shot after shot. When the room returned to candlelight, she heard Gregg say, "David can you adjust the flower lace on the edge of her panties? It's not lying flat." April arched her back and raised her buttocks to help David adjust the lace and in one motion he ran his finger under the edge of her panties, down the curve of her cheek, and into her pussy. A little thrill of surprise and fear went through her at this new breach of boundaries, but Gregg's camera resumed its clicking and the lights took up their flashing, so she accepted the finger and fell in with the rhythm of its stroking. And then she felt a second finger, and she accepted that, too, and then after a moment the clicking stopped, as before, and Gregg stepped out from behind the camera with new directions. The scene Gregg wanted to shoot next required a bit of setting up. He wanted their heavy brass and glass coffee table draped in the sheepskin rug and repositioned so that one brass corner was exposed and pointed at the center of the couch. Then the camera and lights would have to be brought around to one side of the couch and the mirror in the far corner covered so it wouldn't reflect the equipment. As the men set about rearranging furniture, April went into the bathroom to freshen up and then into the kitchen for a bottle of merlot and glasses. When she returned to the living room, there was just enough time for the wine to breathe while Gregg positioned her and made final adjustments to his equipment. Gregg had her climb onto the coffee table as if she were a stalking animal, on hands and knees facing the couch. Then he asked her to drop her camera-side bra strap and growl at the camera. It was an uncomfortable position: the sheepskin did little to relieve the pressure of the hard table against her knees. April was beginning to sweat by the time Gregg finished the shot, but he let her relax with a glass of wine afterwards. For the next series he added the men, crouched to strike, on either side of her—one near her ass and one near her head—and she was half rearing, with one hand still on the rug and the other clasping her hair behind her head. The push-up bra was gone. Her firm breasts thrust erect nipples at the camera—and at Todd. He put a hand on her thigh. His cock began to fill and rise. April smiled at the camera. Gregg said, "Good." Todd and David went to visit their wine glasses while Gregg gave April directions for the next scene. He wanted her on her back, with her ass and elbows on the rug and her legs apart at the corner of the table with both of her platformed feet firmly planted on the edge of the couch. She did exactly that, but he wasn't satisfied with the image he saw through the lens. "Take your panties off," he said from behind the camera. As she unhooked the stockings from her garter belt, he added, "but keep everything else on." Todd and David looked on as she doffed the bit of lace and her pussy, with its trim little goatee, was revealed. April saw them looking and tossed the panties at them in mock anger. They fell short of their target. Gregg came out from behind the camera to pick them up. He put them in his pocket and returned to his equipment, and as April resumed her position on the table, she thought she saw him take them out again, hold them for a moment like a nosegay, and then re-pocket them. April's new position was even more uncomfortable than the last one, but Gregg insisted it looked very hot. Todd was standing, completely naked, between her legs, his hands on her knees, his rock hard cock inches above her pussy. David, still in his black pants, stood by her side, at the level of her breasts. She could see his cock rising beneath the fabric of his pants. She could hardly hold back, her legs itching to close around Todd's thighs, her pussy aching to be filled. But she kept herself in control, counting clicks of the camera, as Todd leaned back on the couch, stroking his cock till it glistened and shone and Gregg brought the camera in tight for close ups of Todd's cock and April's pussy. April, feeling her control slipping, interrupted the shoot. "Let's pause for second guys. I need a little break and some more wine." Todd stopped stoking his cock and relaxed. April stretched out an arm and Gregg helped pull her up off the coffee table. She smiled down at Todd trying to stay in control with his cock so hard. She couldn't resist touching it, stroking it just once. The cock nuzzled her fingers like an eager puppy, compelling her to kiss it, just lightly, on the tip. "Thanks Todd, you looked great in that scene," she laughed as she went to refill her wineglass. Gregg set up an even more daring scene for the next shoot. The coffee table disappeared and so did the rest of the models' clothes. April stood in her full glory on the sheepskin rug, with David on her left and Todd on her right, a hand pressing into each man's chest, holding them back—but only just. Slowly the guys inched forward, brushing the tips of their cocks against her thighs, her ass. And when their bodies couldn't get any closer, both Todd and David stretched their necks and kissed April earnestly on her cheeks, holding the pose a long moment while Gregg took a camera in his hands and snapped pics from every angle. April felt Todd and David ready to burst against her flanks, enough thrust in their quivering loins to pop her like a champagne cork into the air, when Gregg lowered the camera and said, smiling, "Let's change the pose." The guys relaxed and stretched and April grabbed some more of her wine, and then, without waiting for direction, she flung the red velvet pillows onto the rug, motioning for Todd and David to join her. She ran her hands through her hair and positioned the guys side by side in front of the pillows, and then she knelt on the pillows before them and grinned at Gregg. He sprang to her left side, camera in hand, and she smiled wickedly into his lens. First she teased David, reaching up to caress his balls and petting the tip of his dick till it fairly bounced. Then she turned away, her hair brushing his thigh in farewell, and focused her attention on Todd. She leaned in, closer and closer to the head of his cock. She hesitated, her parted lips an inch away. She glanced over at her husband behind the camera clicking off photos one after another. Gregg zoomed in close on the look in his wife's eye, then lowered the camera a moment and returned her gaze, full of love. "April," he said softly, "Close your eyes." As her lids descended he murmured "Good... good," and resumed shooting Click. She took the shaft into her mouth. Click. Deeper. Click. "Good." Deeper still. Click click. She pulled back. Click. Removed the cock, but held it. Click. She kissed it. Click click. Licked it up and down. Click click. In. Click. Out. Click. In. Click. Out. Click. In. Click. Click. Clickclick. Clickclickclickclick clickclickclickclickclick.... Click Abigail squirmed in frustration. Her desk chair was just not the best place for this. She slid her fingers against her clit and started to pull one leg up onto her desk so she could get a better angle. That was really uncomfortable, instead she got up from her computer and walked across the room to her bed, pulling the dress she'd worn to work over her head. She was so frustrated, she had been reading a really hot story about a woman who'd been forced into submission, and she'd been so close to cumming for probably an hour now. She fell onto the bed and spread her legs wide, rubbing her wet and swollen pussy eagerly. Normally her orgasms were forthcoming, but tonight she was so horny, it was like her fingers weren't enough. She slid a finger slowly into her virgin passage and moaned aloud. She heard her moan echo through the apartment and realized she'd left the door to her bedroom open. The hardwood floors and modern decor in the apartment made it an echo chamber, and she could hear every heaving breath she took. With a frustrated sigh she thought about getting up to close the door. But her roommate wouldn't be home for hours, and she should really be done with this soon. She started to pull her wet finer from her pussy and sighed slipping it back in. She didn't need to worry Jacob was always out all night on Friday after work, off with some girl or another. Not surprising of course, since he was ridiculously attractive. He was tall and well built with such lovely green eyes. If Abigail had known how cute he was she would not have agreed to live with him. Her friend Erin had assured her that he would be a great roommate, which he was. But sleeping with one's roommate when one had 10 months left out of a 12 month lease was generally ill advised. Besides, Abigail was a virgin, and Jacob, like most guys would either be way too interested in helping with that, or a little freaked out by it. She'd dated some but most of the guys were either cute jerks, or nice but incredibly boring. Jacob was funny but also a good guy, they'd taken to spending some evenings having dinner and watching TV. She liked having a roommate she could just hang out with, it was nice. Even if hanging out with him could be distracting. Thinking about him now was distracting too. She tried not to think about him kissing her, touching her. She very carefully did not imagine what it would be like to run her hands across his muscular chest. But then she felt herself giving in, thinking about what it would feel like if he touched her, if it was him filling her with his cock. She slid her fingers in and out quickly, rubbing her breasts through her shirt with her other hand. She tried rubbing her clit and even brushed a stray finger against her tight asshole. She felt so close, and yet, so far. She flopped back onto the bed with a groan of frustration usually her forbidden roommate fantasies would put her right over the edge. Tonight apparently called for something more. Her eyes alighted on her hairbrush. It had a long rounded handle that was fairly smooth. She bit her lip and squirmed a little, she really was horny to be thinking about putting her hairbrush inside her again. Every time she swore it would be the last, but her pussy ached to be full of something. She lunged for it and fell back on the bed, eager now. She began slowly sliding the round plastic tip of the brush inside of her. She moaned. It wasn't thick, or particularly long, but for her virgin hole it did the trick. She took her time, being careful because the end of the handle near the brush had sharp ridges that could hurt her. She pushed it in and out shallowly at first sighing with the feeling of being full. She kept pushing the rigid handle of the brush inside of her. And then she moaned feeling the bristles of the brush right up against her clit. She pulled her legs up further to allow for deeper penetration. "God you're such a slut" she told herself as she thrust the hairbrush in and out of her dripping pussy. "What if Jacob walked in and saw this?" And with that thought she started cumming "Oh Fuck" she moaned her back arched as she shuddered. She could feel her pussy tightening on the hard handle of the brush and she moaned again. "Click." The sound was loud enough to cut through her orgasmic fog. Abigail's eyes flew open to see Jacob, standing in her doorway with a grin on his face and his cell phone in his hand. Abigail was frozen for a second, she could feel her entire body blushing. Then suddenly clarity came. She grabbed the corner of the comforter and wrapped it around herself. Jumping up she lunged for his phone. "Give me that!" She shrieked. She reached for his phone but he quickly tossed it Onto the couch in the living room, and barred the door. "Jacob!" "Jacob you have to delete that." She could hear the panic in her own voice. "Do I?" "Yes. If anyone saw that..." "I saw it." his voice was husky, and she glanced at his face. The grin was gone, replaced by something else. "But no one else will, under one condition." "Okay, what?" She said, trying to sound casual and sharp, but it came out breathy. "You have to do whatever I say." "What do you mean?" "You know." he pulled her closer with the folds of the blanket and kissed her roughly. Abigail barely managed to hold back a moan. He tasted so good, she felt her body respond instantly. "No. No!" she managed to push herself away after a second. She didn't want this, not like this. They were friends, roommates, this was not happening. He still blocked the door, and he stood quietly, watching her. Abigail felt like she was being hunted, or cornered. And even worse she felt herself getting turned on, she could feel her pussy tightening against the hairbrush that was still inside her. This whole scenario was humiliating, she was standing there in a blanket with a hairbrush in her dripping pussy. "Well then I guess I'll see who I can text it too." He moved away from the door a bit and Abigail saw an opening. She practically dove into the living room and across the end of the couch. In her haste she forgot about the hairbrush and she heard it hit the hardwood floor with a clatter. Abigail thought she might die of humiliation at this point. "Stay focused" she told herself and started trying to figure out his phone. "Swipe to unlock?" swipe what? Stupid smartphones. She felt his hand on her back, holding her on the couch. "What's the code?" She said trying to make herself sound angry and threatening. Though in her prostrate and half naked state it may have come out more like a whine. "I'll tell you if you do whatever I say until midnight." His voice said behind her. She was trying to think of a way out of this, they were roommates, this was so wrong. But if she was honest with herself, (and when is a better time to be honest with yourself than when your roommate just caught you masturbating with a hairbrush?) the damage was done. He'd seen her masturbating with a hairbrush, it's not like he was going to respect her in the morning no matter what she did. If she went along with it at least she'd avoid the humiliation of all of her facebook friends seeing the same sight. "It's only two hours." He said, stroking her back through the blanket. "You might enjoy it." "I doubt that. But it doesn't seem like I have much choice." She said, giving up. He snatched the phone from her hands.. "Starting now then. Stay right where you are." She didn't need to look at Jacob to know he was grinning. Suddenly she felt him pull the blanket off of her shoulders, flinging it away from her. Abigail felt her nipples harden further at being exposed to the air, she knew she was blushing all over. He was next to her then. Her eyes snagged on the bulge in his pants. She wondered if he would just have her suck him off and then leave her be. But then that stupid hairbrush appeared in her field of vision. "Clean it." he said, the grin was gone, and a darkness seemed to replace it. She sat up a bit and reached out to take it, and he pulled it away. "with your mouth slut." he said. The word felt like a slap. She didn't look at him, couldn't look at him, she thought she might actually cry. Abigail leaned forward and put her mouth on the end of the brush. She'd tasted herself before, so it wasn't that that she minded that, but licking her own juices off a brush she'd been using as a toy was beyond anything. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so he could look into her eyes. His green eyes bore into her brown ones. "Come on, you can do better than that." he said. She squirmed and tried to appear more enthusiastic, but she was sure any minute she was going to drop dead of embarrassment and shame. Maybe he would still let her blow him and then go away. Finally he pulled the brush away. He ran his hand over her back and then over her ass. Abigail burned with embarrassment, realizing that her ass was elevated over the edge of the couch. Her toes were dangling uselessly. "Now Abby" he said, using the childish nickname she'd told him that she hated "Why don't you explain to me what you were doing earlier with this hairbrush?" Could you die of embarassment? "You know." she said. "I want you to tell me." he said "Or should I post it on facebook? Maybe your sister could explain it to me." That bastard. "I was masturbating with it." "Now Abby, we both know that is not what hairbrushes are for." She thought she heard a little amusement in his voice. "But since we are exploring the many uses of hairbrushes tonight, I will demonstrate another one." Abbigail felt herself holding her breath. Was he going to put it back inside her? She was certainly displayed well enough. She was worried he would look and see how wet she was. Just as she let out her breath she felt a sharp smack on her ass. Oh god, it was worse, he was spanking her with the hairbrush she'd just been using to masturbate with. Is it possible to die of humiliation? At first she was too embarrassed to feel the pain. But after a few strokes she felt her ass burning. He move down the backs of her thighs which stung more and then back up to her ass. She tried not to move but occasionally he would hit her very hard and she couldn't help but react. "You're enjoying this aren't you Abby?" He said, smacking her hard again. She jumped. "No." she said as firmly as she could, but it came out breathy. He smacked her harder than he had been on her tender inner thigh. "No SIR." he corrected, smacking the other thigh for emphasis. "No Sir." she said again, and it came out even worse than before her breath caught on the "sir." "I think you are Abby." He touched her then, rubbing his hands over her ass"you keep grinding your hips against the couch." his hands slid lower and ran along her thighs "and you're dripping." He pressed himself up against her and leaned over her, she could feel his cloth covered cock straining against her sore ass. "Perhaps we should use one of your other toys? What else do you like to put in your little cunt, slut?" Abigail whimpered. "Nothing Sir" it came out a little better this time, but saying sir did something to her. She wanted to hide. How did he know about the other things she used as toys? She'd been too embarrassed to actually go to a sex toy store, plus she hadn't wanted to lose her virginity to a dildo. Instead she'd used other things, but she'd never told anyone. "I know you're lying to me, why don't you get up and show me. Or I can text that photo to Erin, you know how she loves to gossip about people's sex lives." Abigail did know, that would be almost worse than having it on facebook. "No, please." she paused and forced herself to say it again "sir. I'll show you" She took deep breaths trying to calm herself as she got up and walked back into her bedroom. She couldn't even be embarrassed by her nudity at this point. He followed her and she reached up to pull a bottle off the top of her bookshelf. She had a small bottle collection, inconvenient to move, but good cover for a certain bottle. The label was long removed but it had been some kind of liquor bottle once. It was long and tapered a bit, not getting suddenly wide like a wine bottle. It was an octagon though, not a perfect circle. She held it in her hand awkwardly, not wanting to look at him. Somehow it seemed that if she didn't look at him, she wasn't really admitting to this. "Put it on the ground, and show me how you ride it." His voice was husky. She kept her eyes down, and set the bottle on the ground. Part of her wanted to protest, to fight back, but he would only threaten her again. Besides, she was so horny, if she could just forget that he was here, she might enjoy it. She knelt over it, shaking. She couldn't believe she was about to do this. She lowered herself onto the glass and felt the mouth of the bottle against the entrance to her hole. It slid in easier than normal, she was so wet. At first it was cold from the room so it tingled inside her as she lowered herself onto it. She felt her breathing quicken, despite him watching her, or maybe because, it felt better than ever. She began sliding up and down the neck of the bottle. She could feel her tits bouncing as she moved more aware of her body now. "Look at me." he told her. She raised her eyes to his and felt her breathing quicken. "Take more." he told her "Fill up that hungry cunt." She tried pushing herself further onto it and despite her desire to seem unaffected she heard a moan escape her lips. "We need to stretch that little pussy out." he told her, coming closer. He unzipped his straining zipper pulled out his cock. She glanced at it but couldn't really gauge it, he was so close to her. And then he rubbed it against her cheek. She opened her mouth knowing what he wanted. She was surprised to realize she wanted it too. His cock was thick, she could barely fit the head in her mouth. "Keep stretching that pussy for me." he told her, grabbing her hair and using it to push himself further in her mouth. She kept thrusting against the bottle in her pussy as she sucked his cock. It was hot, his hands in her hair, her pussy filled with a old bottle and his cock in her mouth. Abigail had never been this turned on in her life. She held her breath trying to hide her reaction and how hot this was making her her but then he thrust harder into her mouth. She moaned and suddenly he exploded in her throat. Gagging she swallowed his hot cum. He groaned as he came in her mouth. His grasping hand turned to caress her face as he pulled away from her. "What a good little girl." he said and kissed her lightly on the lips. Abigail heard herself whimper despite herself, leaning forward, wanting more. "You keep stretching that little pussy for me. I'll be right back." "Yes sir." she whimpered. She wasn't sure she cared anymore what he thought. She just wanted more. Abigail was finally getting close again, she could feel her orgasm starting to build. He came back and dumped a few items on the bed. "Come here." he told her. Abbigail groaned and kept fucking the bottle, "So close." she whispered. She heard him growl and then felt his hands pulling her up. The bottle slipped out of her pussy with a wet slop and then a thud. He smacked her again on her ass, which stung after its earlier abuse and pushed her onto the bed. Then he was on her taping her wrists over her head. She squirmed and he pinched her nipple hard. "Be still." She tried to hold still, but then he started taping her ankle to her thigh, on one side, and then the other. She could feel her hips wriggling involuntarily, trying to hide herself from his intent gaze. He left again for a minute and came back with something else. "I wasn't going to use these on you tonight, but then you were so greedy." he told her. She looked up, in a haze and saw him place a small clamp on her right nipple. She cried aloud as he did so, it burned and pinched and she didn't think she could bear it. He waited patiently for her to get all of the noise out of her system and then did the same to the left. Abigail squirmed her nipples felt like they were on fire, and her pussy was aching. "I can't believe you're doing this to me." she moaned in a moment of clarity. "Until midnight, you should be calling me Sir. No more talking." he said, sliding a finger along her exposed pussy lips. "I found something else we can use to help out your hungry little pussy." he said. He held up a flashlight, it was metal, a cheap mag light knockoff, It was very long, and thick. Plus the square bottom, she was sure it would hurt. "Please I don't know if." She had barely started the sentence and he was kneeling over her fastening something in her mouth and over her head. A ball gag, he owned a ball gag, and nipple clamps. She had thought that her roommate was such a nice guy. Now she realized he wasn't just taking advantage of an opportunity that presented itself. This was what he liked. She wished that realizing that didn't make her like him even more. His voice interrupted her thoughts again. "Now, if there are no more interruptions." He said, disappearing between her legs in front of her exposed pussy. She felt the cold metal of the flashlight against her clit as he slid it down to her entrance. He pushed against her entrance and she squirmed. But her tiny movements did nothing to stop the hard metal invader. She was helpless, a fact that seemed to make it even hotter. She moaned again as the hard round edge passed the entrance to her hole and the cold metal began filling her pussy. He pushed slowly, letting her get used to it as it stretched her. She on the other hand couldn't seem to keep still, thrusting against the cold metal. He stopped pushing and she felt his finger trace over her clit and then down, past her pussy and to her anus. His fingers circled there, teasing her. Her tits bounced and she inhaled sharply at the new pain that seemed to stimulate something deep inside her. She felt the tip of his finger slide into her ass and she moaned. The flashlight slipped from her pussy. She felt so empty without it. Without a word he began pushing it back inside her again. This time it went further, stretching her it hurt a little, but the pain seemed to be overruled. "I wish you could see how your pussy is stretched around this flashlight. Your pussy is dripping all over it. It makes me want to take a picture." Abigail groaned and shook her head violently. "No?" He said with a little laugh. He started slowly moving the flashlight in and out of her, pushing deeper with each stroke. ""Are you sure?" He kept fucking her with the hard metal picking up speed a bit. Abigail tried to shake her head again but she was distracted by the feeling of an orgasm building inside her. She tried to thrust her hips back against his thrusts, but he slowed down and then stopped. She realized what she must look like, tied and thrusting wildly against a flashlight. She was going to cum from this, oh god. Suddenly he pulled the flashlight from her. She whimpered through the gag. He crawled onto the bed, over her, and started to unhook the ball gag. "Your time is up Abby." He said suddenly gentler. He kissed her on the mouth. This time she kissed him back, not pulling away. She was panting. "What?" "It's midnight." he said, removing the right clamp from her nipple. She moaned and he rubbed it gently for her. She could feel his hard cock resting against her pussy lips and she squirmed against him. He removed the left clamp, quickly massaging that nipple as well. "I'll just get a knife for this tape." He said with a knowing smile. Kissing her again. "No. Stay, Jacob, please." She wanted him so badly. Her pussy felt empty, and she ached with need. "Please what?" He sucked on a tender nipple. Click "Please." She moaned desperately. "Tell me what you want Abby." He sucked the other one. His cock moving against her moist lips, teasing her. "Fuck me, please." she whimpered. He looked into her eyes and she knew what he wanted. "Please Sir" He made a growling sound as he kissed her deeply, sliding his tongue in and out of her mouth roughly. "Tell me what you want Slut."He reached down and his cock was at the entrance to her hole, she tried to thrust against him. "Convicne me you deserve it." "Please, sir" She was breathless, nad her voice sounded so high pitched, there was no going back. "Please fuck me, please fill my pussy with your cock. I need to feel you inside me." "What a dirty little slut you are." he said sliding his cock into her slowly. It still stretched her, despite their earlier activities. He started slow, but then thrust hard into her and she yelped. "Do you like being full of cock slut?" "Yes please fuck me, oh god." She moaned through the pain, that turned into pleasure. She was so full of his glorious cock. "Who's slut are you Abby, tell me." He growled and then nipped at one of her tender nipples and she arched her back. "Ohhh I'm yours, I'm your little slut. Oh god, Jacob yes. Fill me up with your cock, make me your little fuck toy." He moaned and started fucking her in earnest, thrusting harder. She could believe how full she was, she was close, so close. "Say it, slut, show me your mine." He grunted, punctuating his words with a hard thrust. She was so close, "Yes, Oh god, fuck me." "Say it!" he commanded. "Master." she moaned, elongating the word asshe felt the floodgates burst. She floated on wave after wave of tingling pleasure. She felt herself spasming around his cock. He thrust harder into her and each thrust brought another wave of spasms. Then she felt him stiffen inside her as he came. Her body kept spasming as he filled her with cum. She lay there breathless and panting, he looked down at her and kissed her tenderly as he withdrew. Then he was cutting her bonds, freeing her arms and legs and pulling her to him, kissing her tenderly. "I'm so glad I came home early." he sighed and kissed her once more pulling the sheet around their entwined bodies. Abigail had a million questions about what had just happened, and what was going to happen, but at that moment she had nothing to say. Click I added some heavy religious themes in this story for no particular reason, just something fun for my brain to toy with. ------------------------------------ Neither of them had any real previous experience with any kind of bondage short of tying up a loved one gently for a night of teasing fun. They had discussed it online in the past and she was as into the idea as he was. He said he would love to get her a collar and leash, have full range of her motion, pull her in close, have her breasts in his lap, and force her to suck his cock. Well, force is a funny word as you certainly can't force someone to do something they would do without a second thought but that's besides the point. She had picked out a collar previously from an internet retailer and sent him the link for his perusal. He asked, "Who said you get to pick out your own collar?" She had laughed and and demurred that she was just trying to be helpful. They had experienced so many wonderful things together that week that she had nearly forgotten that conversation. He had arrived earlier in the week in town for a training for work and they had been enjoying their time together at the hotel immensely. She awoke one morning, feeling his body already pressed tightly against her backside. She purred softly, adjusted her sports bra, and pressed gently back against him, expecting some sort of gentle reciprocation resulting perhaps in a nice long morning of love making, Not fucking, mind you, love making. That kind of intimacy you can have when the daylight is streaming in through the window and you are warm and still half asleep. You can kiss for what seems like hours, each other's hand roaming slowly over the landscape of each other's bodies. Imagine her shock when his hands were suddenly around her neck, the smell of leather, the feeling of cold harsh metal against her flesh, and the click of her day's activities being set in stone. "Someone had been busy this morning", she thought right after "Oh my god," (atheists think in lower case deities) He gave her leash a slight tug signaling her to roll over. He had that look in his eyes - determination, a hint of underlying, unrequited anger at nothing in particular that lets someone bring forth the kind of feeling required to power fuck someone. Power fuck: humiliation, degradation, deprivation, aggravation, ultimate control for him leading to her salvation. This was going to be the kind of fuck that saves one's soul, makes one have religious visions, leaves one speaking in tongues, or asking for the blessing of saints long gone. He was already rock hard and her mouth watered at the sight of his cock. She had spent well over a year salivating over it in picture form, and the occasional web cam session but it still never failed to take her breath away. It was the right length, the right width, the perfect taste...it was heaven in her mouth and everywhere else. He wrapped the leash around his hand several times restricting her movement to little more than what was need for...well... He held her still as he positioned himself further up in the bed, his back against the headboard, his dick inches from her mouth. "Lick. Slow. No Hands." She leaned forward and ran the tip of her tongue up the side of his cock, stopping just below the head. She continued around as best she could, neglecting the backside as she had no ability to get at that angle without use of her hands. She kissed the base of his cock and then exhaled gently, letting her breath leave a cool line on his skin. She sucked each of his balls into her mouth gingerly, being careful to pay attention to the underside before curling her tongue and dragging it up the underside of his dick. She listened to his breath, felt his hips shift, and watched his muscles tighten as she lavished attention on him. He suddenly yanked on her chain, taking her breath away momentarily, bringing her face up in line with his chest. "Bite." She looked up at him as she lowered her mouth towards the center of his sternum but his eyes were elsewhere and he seemed almost lost in thought. She sank her teeth into his flesh until she heard him take a sharp breath in before pulling to run her tongue along the line of teeth marks she left behind. "Pull out your tits." She slipped her hands inside her bra and let her breasts lay against the fabric before pressing them against his side as she lean against him. He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her away from him, directing her head in the direction of his cock again. Her hair tangled with the leash already wrapped around her fist and she was surprised at his roughness with her, however, not unpleasantly so her pussy informed her. She leaned into his lap and lifted her tits to allow his dick to slide in between them. She placed her hands on either side of her breasts, squeezing him hard between them as she started sucking the head which just barely poked out of her cleavage. She flicked her tongue wildly around his cock as she began long, deep, stroking motions with her tits, his dick popping in and out of her mouth as she let her spit drip down the sides forming a wonderful slippery rhythm. He was breathing hard now and she started to become aware of the continued tight rein he had on her hair. She tested her range of movement as she was beginning to become uncomfortable in this position. He seemed to sense her discomfort and smirked as he pressed her face down harder, jamming her down into her breasts, his dick forcing its way into her throat. She gagged hard and coughed as he let her pull back but only for a moment before pushing her down again. She took a deep breath in through her nose as he bucked his hips upward causing her take him further still. She coughed and felt her breath catch as he pulled her away once more. He groaned, "Fuck" and she wondered briefly if he was going to cum soon. She figured he would stop her and fuck her any moment now like he had during their previous fun with oral sex but, he kept fucking her mouth, harder and harder, her back aching from the pressure, her jaw tired and tight. She looked up at him with a half-hearted pleading stare, "Please fuck me." He pushed her down yet again, his cock filling her mouth for what seemed like the hundredth time. "If you do well enough I may let you fuck me later, but for now..." as he motioned his head in the direction of his lap. She breathed in deeply wondering how he had lasted this long as her previous blow jobs had left him balls deep in her within minutes. She took him between her lips, sucking her cheeks in hard as she watched him out of the corner of her eye. She was working her best oral tricks at this point, moaning like mad as she dragged her teeth along his erection before turning her head to bite just the way he liked, right in the middle. She watched him pacing his breaths, his eyes closed, his free hand clenching the sheets. He was a million miles away from her mouth at this point, making himself hold out as long as possible, all just for the power fuck. After what felt like an hour he gasped for air, yanked her leash down hard, bringing her back to the present and came hard down her throat. She tasted the salty, sweet flavor of him flowing over her tongue, his dick throbbing between her lips, pulse after pulse of cum sliding down her throat. It has been a very long time since anyone had finished in her mouth and she struggled to keep up, trying her best to catch every drop, that promised fuck on her mind. She continued sucking gently long after he had finished. He started to soften and she let him fall from her lips with a soft wet sound. She panted, "Jesus Christ." She squirmed, wanting desperately to lay on the bed, rub her jaw, and catch her breath but his hand was still tangled in her hair and her leash pulled at her collar, straining against her throat. She whimpered and he slid his hand down to the base of her neck, helping her up the bed to meet his lips as he kissed her deeply. His tongue exploring her mouth, his saliva mixing with her, the taste of his dick and cum still heavy and familiar to her. She nearly fainted from the sudden rush of adrenaline and her new bodily position. He let go of her neck and she collapsed against the pillows. He unhooked her leash but left the collar where it lay. He got up from the bed shakily and walked over to his carry-on bag near the corner. She stared up at the ceiling but considered that he may be planning something else evil but deliciously fun. He walked back over to the foot of the bed and looked over her body before grabbing one ankle and tying it to a strap at the bottom of the bed. "Oh I've seen this under the mattress bondage set-up before on some kinky ass website" she mused to herself as he slipped her other ankle into the far restraint. She had to admit she was too tired to protest as her wrists found their way into a tight silicone band, leaving her hands together in prayer but her arms free...in a matter of speaking. "Mmmm, my turn?", she purred. He crawled up on the bed and licked a long, hard lick starting at the sole of her foot, up her calf, along her inner thigh, stopping just short of her pussy. "Mmhmm....later." He said with a smile that should possibly be reserved for villains in comic books. He slid on his boxers, sat down in the chair in the corner and got into his jeans, buttoned them, slipped on a shirt and a pair of shoes and announced "I'm going to go downstairs and get breakfast, want anything?" "Umm...can I go too?", she asked. "No. If I let you go how will I come back here and lick your pussy as I please?" "I'll still let you do whatever you want to my pussy, you know that." "I'm gonna get you a muffin.", he stated matter of factly as kneeled on the bed once more, burying his face between her thighs and plunging his tongue deep into her pussy. His licked harshly along her clit just once before standing up, shivering slightly, adjusting himself, and walking out the door, closing it quietly and locking it behind him. She gasped air so hard she thought her lungs might burst. She exhaled and yelled out "You suck!" He smiled and continued down the hallway.