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He Is

By: shewhoknows



He is the man that your father always told you about, the one that you would one day meet. Father referred to him as your prince. Although you thought that those kind of things only ever happened in fairy tales, as you are not a princess no matter how much father would say otherwise. Father told you about a man and how he is going to take your arm and guide you along the street, he would make you feel like you were royalty by the simplest of things. You matter so much to him and you don't even know it, he is always looking out for you and yet, you think he never shows it. 

Today is the day, the day that you have been waiting for. Many weeks have passed by now, since you were last in each other's arms and you long more than anything to be back there. Although, you're not sure he feels the same way. Your heart is ruling you and your mind is telling you that it may be too late, you feel sick with worry that he might no longer feel the same way. The time comes to meet him at the station, you have been chatting throughout the day with him updating you on his whereabouts. Your heart is now beating so fast you don't understand why no one else can hear it, it is throbbing so loudly under your chest and is the only sound at times that you can hear. Your stomach feels a little queasy and your made more anxious by every passing second. Knowing full well that soon enough he will be walking through those station doors and right up to you, but what then?? Does he kiss you on the cheek, forehead, lips or do you just shake hands?? 

It's too late to speculate what he's going to do as you hear the screeching of the train's breaks on the tracks below as the train finally arrives at the station. It almost feels as though time has slowed down, you are suddenly aware of your breathing and how fast it is, you try and bring it back into a normal rhythm but have no such luck and you would try with your heart but you know that's a lost cause. He is here, you can see the top of his head appearing above the crowd but are unable to see his face due to your height; he is still a little bit away from you but you don't move, you wait for him to get to you, as if when he does you will know what to do. When he comes out of the crowd he makes his way to you in a fast motion, he drops his bags on the floor and replaces you where they once were. He brings his face to yours and kisses your lips, the kiss is so enchanting sending your emotions all over the place and not to mention your heart beating even faster every beat only wanting him more. Before you know it the kiss is over and he has picked up his bags, he holds out his arm for you to take and you walk side by side to your house. Conversation flows so well between you and it feels as though he never left. 

Remember, before when you thought that he didn't feel the same way anymore, well in a way you were right. He doesn't love you as much as he did when he left, simply because he loves you even more than he did then, more than you ever thought possible. You spend the walk back laughing and smiling with each other the excitement reeling off you in waves not quite believing your eyes that he is right there before you, but restraining yourself from rubbing them to make sure. The two of you get along so well some might even believe you were meant for each other, you're not the same person but then again you're not completely different let's call it the correct balance. 

When you get back to your house and into your room, you both lay down on the bed and just cuddle each other relishing in the warmth of each other's bodies and catching up on what the other has missed. After a long while of talking, laughing, kissing and cuddling it's time for food. You prepared a meal for him but now are worried that he may not like it, you don't let on anything and get up to fetch it. When you bring the meal back with you, you watch him tentatively eating and ask if its ok, he nods and you just lie back down and smile letting him carry on eating. By the time he has finished your already asleep, the weight of the world finally lifted of your shoulders and a relaxing presence in its place. When he finished he places the plate on the desk and moves down next to you gently accidentally waking you up. You are glad of the wakeup call as he is better than any dream you could possibly imagine. 

He apologises again for waking you up but your taking none of it, you sit up and pretend to stretch but instead tackle him down onto the bed and kiss all the way down his face and stopping only when you get to his chin, letting the bristles from his beard touch your lips. As you stop kissing him and move yourself up so you can look at his face, he looks at you in a way that makes your heart race, you know what he wants as it's the same thing you do. A special cuddle as he refers to it as. You move down to his stomach and gently lift his shirt, kissing down from his collar bone and slowly making your way down to his trousers. You stop to look up at him as if to ask if he wishes for you to go on but not wanting to say the words aloud. He starts to sit up and takes off his shirt, you help and before you know it yours is off too. Before you carry on you help him take off his trousers and he takes off yours. Now you are both stood before each other in just your underwear taking each other in, eyes running up and down the other to see if anything has changed in the time that has passed. You kneel down on the soft and warm carpet and kiss his stomach and work your way down to the top of his boxers, kissing around the elastic. You look up at him as you pull down his boxers, to revile a rather large and memorable part of his anatomy that makes you breathless, even more than running does. He helps to fully undress you, taking no time with your bra as he expertly takes it off using only one hand.

After your special cuddle that you both rather enjoyed, you both clean up and share the shower as its apparently more romantic that way, or just another excuse to see each other naked. You kiss in the shower and it's almost like you two are ready to repeat what happened only a few minutes ago. You pull back and focus on the task of showering trying to stop yourself from just spending the whole weekend with your hands on him and your lips on his. Although he knows that he is your biggest distraction. He takes the shower gel from you and puts a small amount onto his hands gently rubbing them together to create a lather before placing his hands upon you and rubbing them up and down your body making sure you haven't missed anything. You enjoy the sensation of his hands running up and down your body, every so often you bite your lip. Of course he notices as this is the reaction he has been waiting for knowing that he is getting to you and slowly but surely turning you on again. 

You want nothing more than to pleasure him as he has you. You push your chest against his and turn the shower head to his back so that the water doesn't trickle down his body and into your mouth. You start gently and slowly knowing that its tender there, you go deeper and you hear him take a breath and feel his knees shake. Your trying not to smile knowing that what your doing is working and you will only lose your concentration. After a while he stops you and pulls you to your feet locking his lips to yours. You stand there kissing, with the warmth of the water flowing between you. It seems as though the kiss will never end, your arms are around his neck and his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him. Eventually you both pull away to catch a breath and decide to leave the warmth of the bathroom and retreat into the cold of the bedroom. 

He lies next to me now, silently sleeping and I can't help but watch his chest gently rise. He is dreaming of something that is making him smile and that smile just makes my heart melt. I love how peaceful he is when he's asleep and how his face doesn't crease into a frown and he is away from torment of work and stress of life. I move down next to him and get myself comfortable only to find a few seconds later that his hand is moving across the bed, he is in search of something. His hand stops once it has found mine and he holds it, he must need to feel close to me even when he is asleep. My wonderful man knows how to make me feel loved even in his sleep he likes to feel close to me and reassure me that all is well. I fall asleep that evening, with his body wrapped around mine holding me in a warm embrace.

He is a Freak Honey



He still remembers the laughter and hearing, "My god is that real, that's unfucking believable, Shitttt!" He remembers all too well how his cock reacted at the sight of that, that... Damn, what that bitch did to him. 

*********

Be'zhawn Hygate sat in his booth in the Player's Lounge, long a hot spot of the elite social working class of downtown Cincinnati. This was where the best of the best partied after work and on weekends. Married, single, separated, divorced, men and women, if you wanted a fun night rubbing elbows with the current or up and coming mover and shakers, this was the place you went.

It was also the place that Be'zhawn held court five or six days a week. A former NFL star whose career was cut short by a vicious cutback block, he recovered but his career was over. At six foot four inches tall and two hundred and thirty pounds he was every bit the well muscled, exquisitely toned man that was every woman's secret fantasy. 

Be'zhawn knew very well he was a striking male specimen; every day two or three different women proved it by throwing themselves at him. Females had been doing it since high school, and once word got around that he was hung like a horse, well the bitches just kept him and his magic cock busy all the time. 

Although Be'zhawn liked the sistas and the hot blooded Hispanic girls best, lately he had been on a roll of hot, married white sluts. He laughed with his posse as he said, "Shit I can't believe how many times one of these stuck up white sluts comes in here all sanctimonious and full of her white world. After a night with my cock fucking them into cum heaven, every one of them is all over me for weeks, begging me to fuck them again. I will with the more skilled ones, but any of the sistas will do you better than the white trash."

He chuckled to himself and added, "And the poor little white toast hubbies - I constantly hear, 'But Honey, he's a freak, don't do this to me.'" His voice raising to a high falsetto as he portrayed some wimpy excuse for a hubby that followed his now black cock addicted wife around the lounge. The entire posse would roared with laughter.

"Yeah bros just hang on, let me break them pretty white bitches in and they will do anything for you. They deserve the best, which is me, and when I am done they crave black cock. I have seen two dozen marriages fall apart after I got done showing the little misses what a man could do to their tight little pussies."

As the evening progressed Be'zhawn kept his eyes on the door, surveying the flow of women. He was evaluating the current offerings. The dark booths and low over hanging lights were in sharp contrast to the brightly lit dance floor and bar area. From his position at the back of the large semi-circular booth he could see the whole lounge, but unless he moved forward into the light, others in the establishment couldn't see him. He knew very well that there were three women sitting at a table near the window, all of them waiting anxiously to get yet another turn with him, so if nothing new came along he would still get into some bitch's pussy tonight.

The door opened and Be'zhawn smiled and leaned forward on his elbows, everyone at the table turned to look at what had caught the big man's attention. 

*******

The petite redhead bounced into the room with an infectious grin and a bubbly little hip hop to her step. The short, pale yellow dress moved around her upper thighs as she walked, threatening to expose the color of her panties with every step. She glanced casually around the room and her eyes met Be'zhawn's twice. The second time she licked her lips. 

Moments later a tall thin white man came in and said, "Angelica where are we sitting?"

The redhead rolled her eyes and her shoulders slumped as she looked over her shoulder, her sing-sing voice evident across the room. "Oh Todd, you know I love being near the dance floor."

Moments later Be'zhawn overheard Angelica, "Baby I ordered some drinks now do you want to dance, or is it ok to find a partner for myself?"

The man sat down shaking his head, by the look on his face, obviously disgusted. "Look Angelica, I haven't been wrong so far, I'm not wrong about this, just drop it."

The tension between the two seemed to escalate to beyond a reasonable point, neither of them giving or receiving any quarter as they stared into each other's eyes. Right as both of them seemed ready to go to blows with one another Be'zhawn, who had stood and moved over next to the couple, cleared his voice.

"Excuse me. Angelica is it? I must say a beautiful name for an extremely beautiful lady. Would you care to dance?" He took her hand and kissed it. Neither Angelica, her husband nor Be'zhawn missed the shiver of apparent excitement the big man's actions and words caused in the little redhead.

The woman didn't skip a beat as she smirked at her husband, looked up at Be'zhawn and said. "I'd love to, Yes, I'm Angelica, what's your name?" 

"Be'zhawn, time to put on some moves, shall we." Offering his arm she put one arm through his and ran her other hand over his muscled arm. Thinking to himself, 'Oh yeah, I'm gonna fuck this little bitch into nirvana tonight. Her old man ain't gonna get nothing but heart ache from her after I get through showing her what a real man can do.' 

Over the next hour and a half Be'zhawn kept Angelica out on the dance floor as he slowly pulled her body closer to his. Both of them were equally at home moving to pop, country, rap or the myriad of slow dances that played.

By ten o'clock she was grinding her ass and pussy into his stiff cock. Be'zhawn didn't miss a thing when observing and studying his prey. With every grind on his massive dick, he could see the slight frown of concern on her face. 'Oh yea bitch, you can and will take it all,' he thought to himself. 'It might be difficult at first, but your pussy will expand and open to new depths you never dreamed of. Then you'll be back here every night like my other bitches, begging for it. If you're good, I might throw you the big bone a few more times... if you are really good.' 

Be'zhawn was in heaven; this little bitch was hot to trot and he was gonna fuck her very soon. Watching the looks the hubby was giving his wife and as he danced and touched and rubbed her well toned sexy body really turned Be'zhawn on. If looks could kill, both of them would be dead. He was even more aggressive because hubby wasn't liking this at all, but he was obviously way too much of a wimp to do anything about it. 

As the clock struck eleven o'clock Be'zhawn decided it was time, as always he would dictate the ebb and flow of the whole evening. He wanted to take her in front of her hubby to show the boy who would own her mind and body from now on. As they moved in a tight slow circle to the gentle love song Be'zhawn's hands were moving down Angelica's arms, back and with some restrictions over and around her tight little ass.

He looked into her eyes a mischievous smile moving slowly across her face, he asked. "You ready for some real action now baby, you ready for a real man to please you?"

"Yeah, but why don't we let some of your friends watch us, hell let Todd watch us."

Be'zhawn was beside himself, as he smugly called over his posse and let them know to gather everyone in the big bedroom out back. He haughtily called over his shoulder at Todd, "Hey boy get up and follow us, you're in for a treat, I'm gonna fuck your wife blind, maybe she'll let you lick my cum out of her from now on."

Todd jumped to his feet as he moved to catch up with the big man who had his arm around his wife leading her into a brightly lit corridor in the rear of the building. 

Moving into the big room two of the posse stood on either side of Todd just as he caught up with Be'zhawn and his wife. Each taking hold of one of his arms, they made it very clear he wasn't going to be able to do a lot more than watch. Angelica unsnapped her dress ad pulled it over her head revealing a sexy lace covered black bra and French cut panty set. She brought the dress over to her hubby and said, "Hold this."

Todd hissed back, "This is enough, stop it right now."

Smiling wickedly Angelica almost pranced back towards Be'zhawn who was almost drooling at his prize, "Oh yeah bitch," he muttered to himself, "I'm gonna be taping your pretty little ass for a long time to come."

Angelica glanced around the room there must have been thirty plus people roughly a third were women. She stopped about ten feet in front of Be'zhawn hands on her hips, with a teasing flip of her head she moved her hair out of her face. "Ok stud lets see what you got and make sure it's wrapped."

Be'zhawn began to undress and said cockily, "Bitch I don't stick my cock in no raincoat for any one."

Angelica responded immediately, "Fine have it your way." She turned around and moved towards her husband, "Gimme the dress Todd, let's go."

A low whistle followed by numerous comments throughout the room made the big man feel a flush in his ears. 

Be'zhawn looked at his night's due and realized she was gonna leave, "No. Shit no bitch. We are gonna fuck, fine I'll use a cover." 

Angelica spun around and said, "Fine show me what you got."

Be'zhawn made a big deal of pulling his ample manhood from his boxers and stroked it until he was standing tall. "Come on baby come over here and treat me right and I'll treat you right. I've got a prime piece of cock for your tight little pussy right here."

Angelica who had been moving, spinning and undulating in an erotic little dance suddenly twirled to look at the big alpha male. Angelica looks at his show with a smirk of indignation. "Cock?" She laughed haughtily, "That ain't no Cock!" 

The crowd roared some of them laughing at Be'zhawn and some yelling at Angelica.

Be'zhawn was livid his nostrils flaring, eyes wide he snarled, "What yo laughing at white ho?"

Be'zhawn was now close to being out of control and people got hurt when he was this way, "Bitch, get back over to my cock."

Suddenly Angelica's face twisted into a mask of indignation and with a smirk in her voice responded. "I thought they all say black men have big cocks? And Be'zhawn's is supposed to be bigger still? It's nothing but a little dicky."

"Show him yours honey. I hate it when you're right--- now I have to cook every night for another two weeks."

For the first time since he entered the lounge Todd smiled as he stepped forward. His new escorts didn't even try to stop him. Their curiosity was written all over their faces.

Moving to her husband she unzipped his pants, pulling a twelve plus incher out of her hubby's pants, it was as big around as a coke can. Stroking the raging piece of meat and says with a loud arrogant tone, "Now THIS is a cock!"

Be'zhawn's cock just wilted at the sight of that, that ...freak. The laughter and the comments seemed to close in around him as he watched his prize kiss her husband. Smiling as she put that thing back in his pants, throw her dress back on and leave proudly holding her husband's elbow.

Be'zhawn is thinking of moving to another bar where no one knows him. He hears the whispers in the lounge now, what all the bitches and his old posse think of him – hard to believe his 'cred' was changed forever that night. All because of one wimpy white cracker.



He is Away



He was a pilot that had to go away a lot and did some work for companies in South America. He did enjoy going away on trip, as it got him away from the hustle and bustle of the city. He was a single guy, so it didn't matter that he wasn't home much. It did put a damper on his sex life though. Due to the fact that he was away so much he didn't get the time to have a steady girlfriend. Every now and again he would meet someone and have casual sex. 

The camp he was staying in, was quite nice. The people were friendly, most spoke English well so he felt quite comfortable. There were people from different countries in the camp, America, Spain, France and South Africa. The gender mixture was about 50/50. He'd been there for two days when he noticed her. She was a French girl from the south of France. She was about 24, shorter than him, he guessed 1.63m tall. She had braids in her hair and her skin was relatively dark for a French woman, probably from Mediterranean background. She had slim legs and a very cute butt, really firm, but what drew his attention were her breasts. They looked perfect. He guessed they were a good 34B. From what he could see they were perfectly firm. The next day she wore a top with a slight cleavage, and he couldn't stop staring. Her tits were amazing. That night in his room, when he turned the light off, he could see her and the wonderful cleavage that she had been parading all day. His cock got hard just thinking about it. He slipped his boxers down and started stroking; imaging it was her stroking his cock. He didn't last long and spurted his cum all over his stomach. 

The next day he decided that he wanted her. He wanted to feel those breasts in his hands. He had never been with anyone of from another country but that did not stop him. In actual fact he thought it would be an interesting new twist. 

Over the next few days he flirted with her carefully, trying not to seem too anxious. Slowly she warmed to him and then one night he invited her for coffee in his room. She accepted. They talked about her home country and his and about this and that. He did find it difficult to keep concentrating on the discussion though, as she had decided to wear a tight button up shirt that she had knotted at the bottom. Her flat stomach was open and the top few buttons as well, giving him a great view. He could also see that she wasn't wearing a bra, and the shirt was slightly see-through. It was then he saw that her tits didn't sag at all and she had lovely nipples. She also had a tight denim short on that came down just under her firm butt. 

Soon the discussion turned to sex and he noticed that she started rubbing her finger up and down his arm. She was leading him on as well. His cock started to twitch and he knew that he wanted to fuck her. Soon they started kissing and he felt her tits against his chest. He kissed her neck and nibbled in her ear, and he could feel her nipples getting hard and press into his chest. He moved his hand down and softly touched the side of her breast, feeling its firmness, she moaned into his mouth at the touch. He took this as a signal and held onto her tit firmer, feeling the nipple get harder under his hand. By this time his cock was rock hard and ready to be released into the open. As if she sensed this, she grabbed his belt and undid it, then the button and then his zipper. He didn't wear any underwear and his cock sprang out. She smiled at his size. 8". He grabbed the knot of her shirt and undid it slowly, then pushed the shirt off her shoulders letting it fall to the ground, exposing her wonderful assets. He exhaled with an almost imperceptible wolf whistle. Then she undid her denim and slid it to the floor. She only had on a pair of pink panties. He removed his shirt and it was her turn to whistle at his body, with his six pack. 

She turned around and he saw that she had a thong on, and as she turned she put her thumbs into her thong bent over slightly and pulled them down to her ankles, giving him a rear view of her lovely pussy. He almost lost it right there, but managed to keep control, however he didn't know how long it would last. He wanted her and he wanted her now.

He grabbed her arm and twisted her around. He was sitting on a dining room chair and as he twisted her around she opened her legs and landed with her legs either side of his, right on his lap. He looked her in the eyes and then bent forward putting her nipple in his mouth feeling it get hard. She tasted of sweet berries. He alternated to the other nipple and she moaned, throwing her head back. He could hear her breathing increase and knew that she was enjoying it. Then she moved down fully on to his lap. Her naked pussy lips were lying right against his cock, which was pointing up at his stomach. His cock jerked at the touch of her pussy which in turn flicked her clit and she gave a shudder, grinding down harder on his cock. They were both ready to fuck. She lifted herself slightly and he lifted his cock up to the entrance of her pussy. The feeling cock against her pussy lips was intoxicating and also made him even more horny. He could feel how his cock got even harder than ever before. 

Slowly she lowered herself onto him, feeling his cock open her lips and stretch them. As she descended he could feel the soft, wet walls of her pussy engulf his cock, and the sight of her lips wrapped around him, almost caused him to squirt his cum deep into her. Luckily he had a few years experience and could ward off the sudden rush from his balls.

At last she was sitting completely on his lap with his big cock buried deep inside this beauties lovely pussy. She could feel the head of his cock touching her most secret, deep place. She sat still for a moment savouring it and then slowly started lifting again, allowing him to exit. When the head of his cock got to the entrance of her pussy she sat down quickly feeling his cock thrust into her, causing her to scream. They were both in heaven, and neither of them wanted it to end. After her orgasm subsided, he decided it was time to change positions. He moved her to the bed, with her legs still wrapped around him and his cock still deep in the pussy and lay her down on the bed with him on top. 

Slowly he bent down and kissed her lips and then one nipple after the other. He twitched his cock inside her and she responded by thrusting her hips at him. He couldn't believe that this beauty was lying naked on his bed, with him lying on top of her, and his cock buried deep in her moist love tunnel. This thought spurned him on and he started stroking her insides, making him crazy as well. He could feel the tension build up inside him, feel the sperm building up. He held back almost causing a champagne effect inside him and then suddenly, she erupted in orgasm, and his cork burst spraying cum deep into her. They were both spent and totally relaxed after the session. He climbed off her and lay next to her, kissing him slowly. She turned into him and they lay there, him holding her till they fell asleep. In the middle of the night, he woke to feel her stroking his cock, which by this time was hard already. The next thing he knew, she guided him into her still wet pussy, but that is another story.



Given to Mr Lennie



I knelt on the floor of the truck next to Mr. Lennie sniffling quietly to myself wondering how a 20 year old man could find himself in such a situation. Through the sheer material of my panties I could feel every welt that crisscrossed my ass from the wicked lashing he had inflicted mercilessly on me when I had dared to defy him. 

My sniffled tears and runny nose tasted faintly of cum as I sucked them forlornly from my puffy upper lip. Fearfully I snuck a quick look at the man who been given such total control of me. Big. Old. Fat. Unshaven - my god how had this happened I wailed silently feeling a wave anguish flood over me!

It was all Dave's doing. I knew I had pissed the man off but could never have imagined him doing this to me. When I begged him for another chance Dave had told me I would have to prove myself to him. Desperately I agreed, promising to do whatever he wanted. Sniggering meanly over the phone he had told me he would let me know. Dave kept me hanging for a couple of days before leaving a terse message on my answering machine. Tuesday, noon, a public park on the edge of town and the cold metallic voice telling me to make sure I was dressed to impress. 

I had arrived at the secluded park dressed in what I knew was Dave's favourite gurlie outfit of mine. My lovely cream coloured sheer panties with an orange ruffle fringe, the shortest pink dress I owned with pink slip-on pump sandals, my body smooth and hairless beneath. Nervously I left my car to stand next to the shelter as I had been instructed and waited nervously being grateful that it was mid-week and there was no one around. The arrival of a beat up old truck had me wary and hyped up my nervousness. When the damn thing stopped beside me I became immediately flustered wishing Dave would arrive already.

The driver of the truck looked me over, leering insanely in a way that was unnerving. 'Fuck off,' I thought trying not to notice him until he growled "Dave sent me." 

His announcement hit me like a brick. "Whaa-wha-what," I stammered back stupidly my knees buckling slightly.

"Get in the truck," the man barked, "Now!" He snarled when I hesitated, confused and suddenly very scared.

'Would Dave this to me?', I wondered as the man cursed under his breath then yelled making me jump, "Look bitch!" When I looked at him he hollered again, "Dave sent me!" As I gaped dumbfounded at the horrendous man he informed me, "and Dave said 'tell the stupid bitch that this is her last chance'." I could only stare back blankly.

Snarling he hissed, "Get, in, the, fucking, truck, NOW!!"

Startled I flinched as his words hit me, then jolted me into action blindly I reefed open the door on the rusty old truck and climbed awkwardly in the cab. Slamming the door closed I turned to give the driver a searching look - he slapped me. An open handed, humiliating slap. Disbelieving I gaped at the brute only to be slapped again.

Humiliated and hurt I turned away as tears streamed down my burning face. Growling the man Dave sent reached across the cab of the truck grasping my hair and harshly pulling my head around to face him as I squeaked with gurlie fear. Holding me there tightly by my hair the vicious prick slapped me again while sneering in my face, "When Mr. Lennie tells you to do something you stupid fucking cunt," his fingers pulled viciously on my hair making me squeal and squirm, "you fucking well do it!" Slap!

At that moment it all became so much I broke down crying and sobbed, "Please sir, please Mr. Lennie," I whined, "please take me to Dave."

Laughing harshly the man shook his head disbelieving what he was seeing and snickered, "You wanna go see Dave bitch?"

Sniveling I whined pathetically, "Yes sir. Please Mr. Lennie." 

Snorting with derision Mr. Lennie laughed, "Well bitch Dave done gave you to me now didn't he." 

I stared at the man in shattered disbelief as a moaning "Noooooooo!!!!" filled the truck.

Mr. Lennie started laughing manically, his whole body shaking as he enjoyed my dismayed response. When my simpering body finally went limp in his grasp Mr. Lennie pulled me bodily across the sticky seat towards him. My pathetic whining 'no' had become a low mumbling incoherent moan as he pulled me up face-to-face with him allowing his sour smokers breath to wash over me. Mr. Lennie held me there until sniffling back tears I dared to look him in the eye.

The man's smile vanished and my stomach went cold. Glowering menacingly at me with a cold smirk creasing his lips Mr. Lennie started explaining to me, "I know what you are gurl." And to make sure I knew exactly what he meant Mr. Lennie's free hand slipped between my bare thighs. I whimpered as my body shook uncontrollably and Mr. Lennie's rough fingers applied pressure forcing me to spread my thighs further for him. As my thighs spread the man's hand cupped my groin his fingers gently stroking the crotch of my silky panties making me gasp with surprise. I held my breath in anticipation of what his reaction to the surprise in my panties would be as debilitating tremors of fear rippled through my body.

"Hmmm, yeah sweetie," the foul man almost purred as his fingers dug inquisitively into my sissy clit making me squirm and pant with fear, "old Lennie knows exactly what you are sissy." Distracted I was absolutely stunned when Mr. Lennie kissed me. Hard. Instinctively I pulled away until his hand in my hair tightened, then pulled my face into his so he could continue kiss me. Harder. My body quaked with fear and disgust as the man's tongue forced it's way past my lips and into my mouth. 

'Oh god' I moaned as his foul tasting tongue swirled about my mouth and his raspy stubble savaged my soft skin. 

Mr. Lennie's fingers forced me to spread my thighs further as he continued to explore my panties drawing shivering gasps from me as his slick slathering tongue continued to rape my mouth. Confusion wracked my brain as my disgust for the vile creature conflicted with the pulses of pleasure emanating from my gurlie clit swelling beneath Mr. Lennie's stroking fingers. Mr. Lennie possessed me. Fighting him as much as my confused traumatised state would allow I found myself melting under his relentless assault. 

Mr. Lennie was now concentrating his caressing touch on my swelling clit making me gasp wantonly and uncontrollably sucking his insistent tongue deep into my mouth no longer caring about the vile taste of him. My body took over and though my mind rebelled vaguely in the background I kissed Mr. Lennie back as his gently kneading fingers sent shivering pulses of desire through my body. Feeling my body respond to his attentions Mr. Lennie surged powerfully in response. He was in control and was thriving on it.

A desperate desire for release soon had me panting and grinding my engorged clit with salacious abandon against Mr. Lennie's hard fingers. Mr. Lennie could feel my body trembling beneath his touch and smiled relishing his position of control. Withdrawing his tongue from my ravaged mouth he teased my grasping hungry lips before clamping his teeth onto my upper lip. Consumed as I was with passion I could only squeal fearfully as he applied pressure before orgasmic pleasure surged through my body as my sissy gurl clit filled my panties with hot gooey cum beneath Mr. Lennie's stroking fingers.

My body convulsed as spasms wracked it. Mr. Lennie continued to stroke my clit mashing it into the mess of sticky cum oozing through the crotch of my panties never letting go of his painful hold on my lip. I could feel a deep guttural growl building in Mr. Lennie's throat as he continued to work my body. As my orgasm subsided the pain of his teeth on my lip became unbearable but Mr. Lennie wouldn't relent. When in desperation I tried to pull away he bit me harder drawing a squeal of pain in response.

I let my body go limp against him while Mr. Lennie fondled my deflating clit squishing my messy load between my legs. As my passion subsided the man's foul smokers breath once more became overwhelming. Giving my upper lip a painful nip Mr. Lennie finally let me go. I hung before him by his hand in my hair listless and spent. The dispassionate vacant look in eyes made me uneasy as he watched me closely. Without changing his expression Mr. Lennie withdrew his fingers from between my thighs. He held them between us showing me that they glistened wetly with my discharge. 

Mr. Lennie's hand gripping my hair tightened in warning as his cum slick fingers gently stroked my tingling lips. Heeding the warning I remained perfectly still while the man's cumy fingers traced my lips until the pressure of his thumb forced the digit between them. Uncertainly I sucked tentatively on Mr. Lennie's thumb tasting my cum hoping that it would dispel the vacant look in his eyes. When Mr. Lennie's slowly began to squeeze my lower lip between his thumb and forefinger I let out a low supplicant whine of distress. Ignoring me Mr. Lennie released his grip on my hair and using my lip he pulled my head down forcing me to slide off the seat onto the trucks gritty, filthy floor.

Mystified by what he was up to I submissively allowed Mr. Lennie to hold me on the floor awaiting his pleasure. On the cheap plastic seat of the truck I could see the slick wet streak of my cum marking the trail where I had slid across it. Holding me compliantly on the floor beneath him Mr. Lennie started the truck. Not wanting to be taken away from the security of my car I struggled to get up. Mr. Lennie anticipated my rebellion clamping his grip harshly upon my lip digging his dirty thumbnail in until I whimpered and gave up. 

Pulling on my lip he forced my face into filthy floor holding me there until he was certain that I had given up. With a sniffle of defeat I stopped resisting while Mr. Lennie started to drive away. The old truck bounced over a speed bump and with a startled shriek I sat up bumping Mr. Lennie's arm. With a muttered curse Mr. Lennie swung the wheel wildly over compensating before pulling up sharply off to the side of the parks entrance. 

"You stupid fucking slut," Mr. Lennie screamed spraying me with spittle, "Get back down on that floor bitch!" He screeched grabbing a handful of hair and forcing my head back down into the filth on the floor.

Quaking with fear I whimpered as he delivered several hard cuffs to the back of my head. Feeling as though he'd properly subdued me Mr. Lennie got out of the truck. Desperate to flee I couldn't get my body to obey me before shrieking like a school girl when the passenger door was suddenly flung open. 

Growling obscenities Mr. Lennie grabbed my ankles pulling my legs from beneath me so that my lower body was hanging ass up out of the truck. A myriad of possibilities flashed through my fear stricken mind as Mr. Lennie's fingers gripped the waist of my exposed panties and pulled them harshly down over my bottom as I screamed. 

Mr. Lennie ignored my wailing incoherent screams and brought the switch he had just cut from a near by bush down across my bare ass. My wailing screams of fear turned immediately to shrieks of pain as a cursing Mr. Lennie delivered excruciatingly painful lash after lash. White hot welts rose quickly from the stinging lashes and it wasn't long before I was crying unashamedly like a child.

Pleading miserably into the trash littered floor I was surprised to realise that Mr. Lennie had actually stopped. My entire body trembled from all that had happened recently and I broke down giving into the release of a good cry. Mr. Lennie reached into the truck to grasp a hand full of my hair and without the energy to respond I allowed myself to be dragged from the truck to flop bare assed onto the ground at the roadside.

Standing over me Mr. Lennie was an imposing figure as he absently stroked his switch against the side of his leg. My eyes settled on the switch watching it closely, fearfully. With a grunt of disgust Mr. Lennie horked and spat on the ground beside me before squatting down in front of me. It was everything I could do not to flinch away as he reached out to take my chin with a thumb and forefinger to tilt my head up. 

Looking intently into my tear blurred eyes Mr. Lennie started to murmur quietly, "Now if I have to gurl, I will do that as many times as it takes." He didn't wait to see if I understood or even got his meaning Mr. Lennie just continued to ramble on, "Now you had yourself a pretty damn good orgasm back there gurlie," Mr. Lennie's voice was rising, getting passionate, "So if I were you I would count my blessings and get your sorry ass back onto the floor of my truck before I make you wish you had never even dreamed of being a cock sucking sissy whore!" The man ended screaming spittle into my shocked fear tinged face.

Desperately I scrambled to get up off the ground pulling up my panties ignoring the cold moist gooey crotch and crawled back onto the floor of the truck as Mr. Lennie slammed the door behind me. I knelt there crunched up beneath the dash as Mr. Lennie hauled himself back in and with a stomp of his boot sent the truck careening away down the road. 

That had seemed like hours ago and the longer we drove the more impossible I knew it would be for me to get back.



He is Hers Again



Sometimes guys are sooo stupid! Her sweet John was going on about how "his" football team was going to kick butt in the game next weekend. 

So she went on line and checked out the odds of their winning and found that the opposing team was favored by 2 touchdowns. Not too good for USC in her opinion. 

Armed with this information, she teased the hell out of him, calling his alma mater's team losers and little boys. This wound him up like a little mechanical toy dog, barking, and yapping. 

While he was sputtering and carrying on about how good they were, she threw down the gauntlet – the same bet as before, his team wins and she is his captive for a day, if USC loses, he is her toy for the day. He immediately agreed and the bet was on. 

Well, as luck would have it, USC lost by 2 points and he was all hers.

This time she was going to do a little advance planning. A few weeks after the last time she won the bet, she let a comment slip to her to her oldest girlfriend, Margaret, who immediately picked up on it and grilled her until she told the whole story about her teasing John for an entire day, making him service her any way she wanted. 

Margaret thought it was a great idea and started thinking about how she could do the same to her hubby, Gary.

By way of background, Ann and Margaret were sorority sisters in college and used to double date (and often double team the guys they were dating). 

Besides sharing the bed with their boyfriends, once, on a dare, they even shared each other. The boys agreed to do anything that they would do, so they went down on each other, bringing each other to a climax in front of the boys. 

Watching the guys struggling with sucking each other's cocks and swallowing their loads was great fun and a turn-on for the girls, who felt that they got off easy in the bargain.

Ann decided to enlist Margaret's help in working over John and the two of them spent a lot of time on the phone planning.

She waited over 6 weeks before informing John that she was going to claim her "prize" the following Saturday. 

As before, she wanted him clean, inside and out, to take a Viagra (she loved it when he was sooo hard that she could use his cock as a baseball bat), and to present himself for her inspection exactly at 9:00 AM next Saturday morning. 

Just to get him in the mood, she teased him and played with him for the 4 days before the weekend, not letting him come but keeping him "on the boil". 

In fact, she told him that he was forbidden to have a climax as she wanted him to save his cum for her and not waste it by jacking off. 

This did indeed "put him in the mood"; he prowled around the house like a frustrated, horny dog, looking for a bitch in heat.

On Friday night, just before going to bed, she moved the kitchen clock ahead by 5 minutes – as part of her plan for John.

On Saturday morning, John was up at 6:30 and fixed coffee, bacon and scrambled eggs for breakfast. (It is amazing how attentive he was after being teased and denied for 4 days). 

While she was enjoying her breakfast, John was showering and cleaning himself up for her inspection.

At exactly 9 AM, he walked into the kitchen, wrist and ankle straps on with the blindfold around his neck – well, he thought it was 9 AM. 

When he looked at the clock he gulped and started to speak. She shushed him up and proceeded to lecture him on the importance of punctuality. 

She brought up the fact that he was late the last time he was hers for the day and felt that he needed to be taught a lesson.

With that, she went over to where she had set out a skein of a thick, soft acrylic yarn and took the end of it, which she showed him before putting the blindfold over his eyes and instructing him to lock his hands behind his back. 

She then took the yarn and wrapped it around his hard cock and balls, tying it just tight enough to hold firmly but not hurt him. She then took several half-hitches around his cock, working up to the head making a leash. 

When this was done, she led him by his cock into the bedroom where she had him stand with his hands behind his back while she spread a towel over the foot of the bed. She then had him bend over the edge of the bed, face down with his arms straight out towards the headboard. 

Next, she bent down and looped the end of her "leash" around the little post for the caster in the middle of the bed underneath the foot of the bed. 

She then went to the headboard and pulled up the ropes that were fastened to the corners. After snapping each one to his wrist bands, she tightened them until they were even and nice and snug. 

Going back to the foot of the bed, she tightened John's "leash" until his cock was stretched behind him and he was completely immobile. 

His cock was pointing at the floor, holding him in place; while his arms, which were tied to the headboard, prevented him from moving down to relieve the pressure on his cock and balls. 

During this entire process, he kept asking "what are you doing" until she told him to shut up and lie still. 

He mumbled "Yes Mistress" and complied, knowing that she would gag him if he said anything more. 

Once he was nice and secure, she played with the head of his cock, and ran her fingertips lightly over his exposed balls and ass - he was now rock hard and dripping precum. 

She said "behave yourself now and don't you go away, I'll be right back and I want your cock HARD when I return, do you hear me?" as she walked out of the bedroom. 

He just groaned.

Going to the phone in the living room, she called Margaret and told her "he's ready, come on over".

About 20 minutes later, she quietly let Margaret in the back door. Going to the living room cabinet where she had put her toys, she and Margaret looked them over and decided on what they were going to do first. 

She put on a vinyl examination glove and after selecting a black leather riding crop and a couple of other things, walked quietly into the bedroom with Margaret. 

As she had expected, even with the Viagra, his cock had softened. She exclaimed in a loud stern voice "What is this? You are not keeping MY COCK hard for me! Can't you do ANYTHING right"? 

She grabbed it and tugged on it, giving him enough stimulation to have it start to harden. 

She went on, "first, you are late and now you can't even keep it up for me! You are going to be punished for this"! 

With that, she gave him a smack on his left cheek with the crop. He went "Owww" and jumped, trying to move away but unable to do so because he was stretched and tied. 

She went on, telling him that she TOLD him to be on time, punctuating her scolding with smacks on his ass, and that since he couldn't even keep her cock hard he was going to have to perform PERFECTLY if he didn't want an even more severe punishment than this.

With that, she got some of the lube from the nightstand and started working her fingers into his ass. 

He resisted at first, but a fresh smack from the crop convinced him that relaxing was wiser and he let her work 3 fingers into his ass (as if he had a choice), twisting and stretching him to loosen him up before sliding in a well lubricated butt plug that she had just covered with a condom. 

By this time Margaret had taken her clothes off and was ready to get onto the bed. 

Ann continued with "now I am going to get on the bed in front of you and I want you to service me. If you do not perform properly, you will get more of this"! 

She smacked his now red butt several more times and motioned Margaret onto the bed. 

Margaret slid down until her crotch was at John's head and Ann pulled his head up by his hair and said "EAT" as Margaret pushed her crotch into his face. 

He immediately went to work, licking and sucking her while trying to breathe.

When he slowed down a bit, Ann smacked his ass again and said, "I told you to service me, now"!

Margaret pulled a couple of pillows up behind her and used her hands in his hair to guide him as he worked on getting her off. 

By now he realized that it wasn't Ann but if he stopped or even slowed down, he was "prompted' with another smack on his ass. 

It wasn't long before he had figured out what worked and had Margaret's sex singing. 

He alternated between long flat licks up her vulva and gently sucking on her clit while fluttering his tongue over the tip. 

As she came up, she pulled his head harder into her crotch, holding on with both hands and arching into him. 

Ann started smacking his butt, telling him "more, more, faster, faster" until Margaret convulsed in a long shuddering orgasm, practically pulling out some of his hair in the process. 

A few moments later, Margaret relaxed and said "thanks I needed that". 

John thought the voice sounded familiar but could not quite place it. 

Ann, gave him a couple more smacks and said "that's better, If you continue to perform like that you MIGHT get to cum! 

Now, I think it is MY turn" as she slipped out of her robe and lubricated the Feeldoe that had purchased for their first "session". 

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She had realized that she did not have to use the strap to hold it in place and it seemed more of a part of her by slipping the dildo in without it. 

She was very wet from watching John get Margaret off and wanted to just drive "her cock" into his ass with a vengeance. 

She rolled a condom on to her "girlcock" and after gently pulling out the butt plug; she instructed John to be a good little boy and slowly slid her slick "cock" into his now stretched and well lubricated ass. 

Motioning for Margaret to have him suck her again, she slowly started to work the dildo in and out of his butt. 

As Margaret ground into his face, holding his head with a double handful of his hair, Ann started to pick up the pace. 

The vibrator in the dildo was doing its thing and she began to fuck him harder and harder. There was something about driving her cock into him that made her feel savage. 

She wanted to just pound him and feel the ridges push into her now aroused clitoris. 

As she pulled back, the bulb inside her would press on her g-spot and bring her up with each thrust. The alternating pressure on her clitoris and on her g-spot drove her to move harder and faster. 

Soon she was on a roll, fucking him for her pleasure and getting hotter and hotter as she approached her climax. 

Meanwhile, Margaret was also coming up as Ann's thrusts drove John into her crotch. 

It was hot watching him being fucked in the ass while he was licking and sucking her and it didn't take long before she was convulsing again, pulling his head into her as she rolled into another intense orgasm. 

Seeing Margaret climax, Ann began to fuck John savagely, pounding her clit with each thrust until she blasted into a violent orgasm that left her barely able to stand, she was shaking so. 

She rested on his back until she could control her movements and slowly slid out of him. During all of this all he did was moan and grunt as she fucked him. And when she slid her "cock" out of him, it brought a long unnngh from him as his ass tried to hold the dildo inside and keep it from slipping away.

When she could move again, she smacked him with the crop saying "what's this, you are soft AGAIN! I told you to keep MY COCK hard"! 

All he said was "yes Mistress". She had Margaret untie his hands and she untied the yarn from the center leg of the bed. 

She held John's arm as he shakily got up. Once he was standing, she reached out and pinched his nipple saying, "WHAT is the matter with you, I told you that I want that cock hard at all times".

She lifted it up with the tip of her crop and told him to stand still. Carefully she untied the yarn from his cock. 

When it was free, she leaned forward and slowly drew it deep into her mouth, making him groan as she did it. 

She sucked hard on him for just a moment and then pulled off, leaving his cock wet and hard.

She pulled the towel up higher onto the bead and told him to lie down on his back in the middle of the bed. 

He climbed up onto the bed and lay down on the towel. After straightening him out, she snapped his wrists together and tied them to the headboard. 

Then she snapped ropes onto his ankle cuffs and tied them to the lower corners of the bed, stretching him out nicely.

When this was done, she got her favorite little vibrator and went to work on his nipples, 

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Margaret, seeing what Ann was doing, went into the kitchen and came back with a small bowl containing some ice cubes. 

Motioning for Ann to give her the vibrator, she took off the clear plastic cap and pressed the little brass balls onto an ice cube and held it there. 

In the meantime Ann was licking, blowing and sucking on John's nipples, causing him to squirm and moan as his cock jumped with each fresh attack. 

Occasionally she would lightly lick up the length of his cock, just to hear him moan. 

After a couple of minutes of the ice cube treatment, Margaret handed the vibrator back to Ann, who promptly switched it on and ran it over one of John's nipples. 

He gasped so loud that is was almost a scream, bringing a big grin to Margaret's face and prompting Ann to say, "I told you to be quiet! Why can't you obey me? 

Now you have forced me to make sure you will be quiet"! 

With this, she picked up the dildo gag and slipped the shorter end into John's mouth. While Margaret held his head up, she fastened the strap holding it in place.

Photo credit: http://www.stockroom.com/a941.htm 

Next, Ann reached over to the nightstand and picked up a pair of foam earplugs which she rolled and put in John's ears. 

This would create more sensory depravation and keep him from being distracted by sounds, as well as not being able to hear her and Margaret.

Quietly talking to Margaret, Ann explained that she saw this penis gag online about 6 months ago and has been dying to try it out on John. 

Margaret giggled and said "well now's your chance". Ann said "why don't you ride his cock while I ride the dildo. 

Be sure that he does not come". Bending down, Ann told John that it was now his job to service both of them and that he was not to come. 

If he did cum, his ass would be whipped until it was bloody. When she asked if he understood, he nodded his head yes. 

With that, she faced his cock, straddled his face and slid down onto the rubber cock protruding from his mouth. 

Picking up the crop, she lightly flicked his cock saying "you are to make me come, NOW"! As she slid up and down on the dildo, he did his best to meet her thrusts, even though doing so forced the smaller rubber cock deeper into his mouth. 

After they settled into a rhythm, Margaret straddled him, facing Ann as she slid down onto his cock. Mmmm, did that feel good! 

Gradually the two began to work in unison, first Ann would slide down, forcing John to focus on meeting her thrust and then Margaret would slide down on his cock, which had the effect of causing him to lose concentration as Ann lifted off of him. 

Then Margaret would lift off and they would repeat the process. The kept this up until John's frantic grunts told them that he was close to cumming. 

Margaret slipped off of his cock and Ann continued to fuck his face, going faster and faster until she exploded in another orgasm. 

Just as she started to cum, Margaret reached over and firmly pinched both of her nipples, which was enough to send her violently over the edge in a mind blowing orgasm. 

Poor John could only try and meet her movements while his achingly hard cock bobbed as if searching for contact. 

After Ann collapsed and just sat there on his face for a minute or so, enjoying the fullness of the rubber cock and the convulsions of her sex, she lifted off and motioned for Margaret to take her place.

As Margaret slid onto the dildo, Ann started to lightly stroke John's cock. 

Because of her extensive practice the last time she had him captive, she knew exactly how far she could take him without letting him climax. 

She also got out the vibrator and used it on his nipples, trying to distract him from meeting Margaret's thrusts. 

It had a devastating effect on him, He didn't know if he was coming or going. He was totally disoriented and his mind flopped back and forth between the cock in his mouth and the torment of his cock and nipples. 

It didn't take Margaret long to come up. As she did so, Ann stopped teasing John's cock and nipples and picked up the crop. 

As Margaret would drop down on the rubber cock, Ann would slap John's cock with the leather tip of the riding crop, causing him to jump and thrust harder into Margaret. 

It only took a few of these to take Margaret over the edge. Being the considerate soul that she was, Ann reached over and returned the favor on Margaret's nipples, pinching them firmly as she climaxed. 

This one was a good one – Margaret let out something between a gasp and a scream as she came – hard – collapsing on top of John, who could only moan and smell the hot crotch in his face, but not taste it.

Now that both girls were temporarily satisfied, they decided that it was time to tease John.

Lifting up his head, Ann undid the penis gag and pulled it out of his mouth. He took a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief. 

His jaw was sore from the pounding that he had just received and it felt good to be able to close his mouth. 

She bent down and asked him if he wanted a drink or water. He shook his head no.

Smiling, she looked at Margaret and said, "Now we will have some fun". She rested on his legs and started sucking John's cock, slowly and steadily.

When she felt he was hot enough, she stopped and blew on his wet cock, causing it to jump and John to moan. 

She immediately picked up the crop and smacked his hard cock saying, "Quiet, I don't want to hear a peep out of you". 

This had the effect of bringing him quickly away from the edge of an orgasm, not quite deflating his hard-on but definitely diminishing it. 

She motioned for Margaret to sit on the bed and work on his nipples while she poured a generous glob of the lube into her hands and started to stroke his cock. 

Using one hand after the other, she sloooowly slid them down his cock, taking at least 30 seconds to complete one two-handed stroke. 

She soon had him arching and moaning as he tried to speed up the strokes in order to cum. 

Margaret had not seen this slow technique used before and asked Ann how she knew when to stop. 

Ann said "watch" and gave John's cock 5 fast strokes. It was as if she had lit a fire under his back. 

He arched up as far as he could and held himself there, waiting for the 6th stroke which would take him over the edge. 

Naturally, Ann stopped after the 5th one and called Margaret's attention to the fact that John's balls had contracted and his cock was pulsing and jumping with the blood flow in his body. 

She told Margaret that with enough practice, she could keep Gary on edge like this as well. 

All she had to do was really observe his reactions as he came close. The trick was to bring him up and stop while watching his balls, breathing and muscle tension. 

She would have to repeat the teasing a number of times, going a little further each time until it became obvious that he was really ready to shoot. 

At that point she should stop and even squeeze his cock hard at the base to back him off. 

Once he had at least 30-60 seconds to cool down, the whole process could be started again. 

After explaining this to Margaret, she transferred some of the lube to her hands and motioned for her to start in on John. 

Margaret used several long slow strokes and then one quick hard up and down stroke. 




He is Hers Again



The effect on John was devastating. The quick up and down stroke caused him to gasp and arch up off the bed. 

Of course, when he arched, she stopped, taking her hand away completely. 

It was such fun watching his cock pulsing on the edge of an orgasm and unable to get that little bit more stimulus that would let him get off. 

Oh yes, this was great fun.

While Ann went to work on his nipples, Margaret spent the next 2 hours practicing on John whose whole world was reduced to the stroking that his cock was receiving. 

He was like a puppet, Ann would pinch or pull or stroke his nipples, which caused his cock to jump.

When it bounced up, Margaret would grab it and hold it, slooowly sliding her hand down its length while Ann continued to work his nipples. 

When he started coming up, Ann would stop, which shifted John's focus to his cock and the excruciatingly slow stroking he was getting at Margaret's hand. 

When he got to that point where the next stroke would cause him to explode, Margaret would stop, wait and the process would start all over again.

Poor John was thrashing moaning and arching convulsively for what seemed like an eternity.

All of this teasing was getting Ann hot again so she climbed up on John and sat on his chest.

Pulling up a pillow, she grabbed his hair and lifted his head towards her crotch, stuffing the pillow in behind it to hold him there. 

Then she commanded "eat me" and slid her wet crotch into his face. He was in heaven, getting fed her delicious crotch and being stroked at the same time. 

He wished it could go on forever. (Little did he realize that he would soon regret that wish). 

It didn't take him long to bring her to a climax, even with the distraction of Margaret's devilishly slow stroking. 

God his cock was so hard he could use it as a hammer. 

As Ann came, she pulled his head into her crotch as her sex convulsed under his tonguing. 

After relaxing and floating for a minute, she grabbed his hair and pulled him back into her now very wet sex, saying, "I didn't tell you to stop! Keep going or I will have to punish you". 

As if on cue, Margaret picked up the crop and flipped the tip of it across the side of his cock. 

He jumped and feverishly went to work on her, giving her all of his attention. 

This one did not take as long as Ann's last climax. In no time at all John brought her over the edge. 

She jammed her now very wet sex into his face, while he feverishly worked on cleaning her up. 

Of course, this brought her up again and she rolled into yet another orgasm and then a few minutes later still another. 

Poor John's jaw was sore and the muscles in his mouth hurt but he didn't dare slow down or stop because Margaret was spurring him on with the crop every time Ann got close to her release. 

His cock was so hard that it hurt and the slaps backed him away from a climax but seemed to make his cock still harder every time she hit it.

Finally, Ann could not come another time, she felt as if there wasn't a single orgasm left in her and had trouble moving off of John since her legs were so shaky.

She looked at Margaret and asked her if she wanted some. 

Margaret grinned and said, "Sure, I never pass up a chance to get eaten, especially since Gary is not too thrilled with going down on me. All he wants to do is come and go, leaving me warmed up and frustrated".

Ann looked at her and said, "Hmmmm . . it sounds like he needs some training" Can you get him over here so we can work on him a bit"?

Margaret replied, "I think so but first I want some of John's mouth work. 

Watching you get off sure makes me horny". 

Ann said, "OK, hop on and I will take care of things at this end". 

With that, Margaret climbed onto John's chest and slid her sex into his face. 

Ann called out; "EAT, NOW" and John went to work on Margaret's crotch. 

She leaned forward and held onto the headboard with both hands while John used his flutter technique on her now hard clit. 

God it felt good! She blasted into an intense climax, involuntarily squeezing John's head with her legs as she came. 

While this was going on, Ann was busy with John's painfully hard cock. She had lubed it up generously and was aggressively stroking it. 

The moment he started to respond to a particular stroke, she would stop and do something else. 

It was maddening and if he didn't have his mouth full of hot crotch, he would have been begging for release. 

After Margaret's 3rd or 4th orgasm, Ann started using the crop on his cock to spur him on. 

Again, as before, she would smack him with the crop to get him to go faster as Margaret approached her orgasm. 

After the 5th or 6th climax, Margaret felt she could not come any more . . . well maybe just ONE more, which poor John dutifully gave her.

As Margaret climbed off of John, Ann reached over, unsnapped his ankle restraints and motioned for Margaret to do the same with his wrists. 

When he was finally sitting up, Ann told him that he would have a 30 minute break to get a little snack and go to the bathroom (if he could with that painfully hard cock).

Besides all of those orgasms had made her hungry and she needed the break as well.

John immediately went into the bathroom and the 2 girls talked about Gary and what it would take to get him over there.

They decided that if he got a chance to realize his favorite fantasy of 2 girls playing with him and with each other, he would not be able to resist and would do anything to make it happen. 

While John was in the kitchen eating some fruit and cheese & crackers, Margaret called Gary. 

She explained that she was over at Ann's and they both were extremely horny and wanted him to come over and take care of them. 

He said, "You're kidding, right"? And she said that no she wasn't, she and Ann were serious. 

He did have to take a shower and put on his jogging suit before coming over though. 

It was interesting to hear his voice and breathing change as he realized that his fantasy was going to come true. 

It was like dangling a treat just out of reach in front of a puppy dog and watching him eagerly jumping to try and get it.

Ok, so what do they do about John? 

They decided to keep him in the bathroom until they could get Gary under control and sat there quietly planning their next moves while John finished his snack in the kitchen. 

Ann checked her "toy box" and found a set of nylon and Velcro wrist and ankle restraints. 

They weren't fleece lined like the ones that John was wearing but had the advantage of going on very quickly. She also came up with another blindfold.

This was getting better by the minute.

Once John's half hour was up, the girls put his blindfold back on and earplugs in, then put the penis gag back in his mouth, snapped his wrists behind his back and sat him down on the closed toilet in the bathroom. 

Ann instructed him not to move from there. If he did move, things would be VERY bad for him.

Then the girls went about cleaning up a little. 

A pair of fresh dry towels were put on the bed and the ropes were dropped back down on the floor at the corners of the bed. Ann dug in her closet and got out a couple of Victoria's Secret baby dolls which they both put on. 

It wasn't long before Gary showed up. He was excited and a little bit unsure because he couldn't believe his fantasy was actually going to be realized.

He came in like an eager puppy, ready to do anything in order to get that treat.

As it was, he could hardly take his eyes off of Ann's perfect breasts. Obviously her firm C cups and large nipples had him going.

Ann and Margaret explained the rules: since they were going to be naked he had to be too; he could not touch them or himself until given permission to do so and if he disobeyed, he would be severely punished. 

He quickly agreed eager to see the two girls in action. One more thing, said Ann, "we are going to put these wrist straps on you and snap your wrists together so you will not be able to touch us until we are ready. 

He thought for a moment (with his "little head" and agreed, holding out his arms). 

Ann looked at the tent in his pants and said to Margaret, "maybe we should put one on there too"!

They both giggled.

Margaret picked up the riding crop and smacked it on the coffee table and said, "Get those clothes off NOW". 

Gary, startled by the noise, quickly pulled his top off and sat down to untie his shoes. 

Ann smacked the table again and said "I said now, get with it"! 

He scrambled to get the knots untied and quickly pulled off his shoes and pants, taking his shorts off at the same time. 

Boy was his cock hard. It bounced up and stuck straight out once it was freed from his shorts. 

Margaret took his hands and pulled them behind him where she snapped his wrists together. 

She reached up and patted his cheek saying, "See; now we are sure you will be a good little boy". 

He didn't know what to say so he said nothing.

This was a completely new experience for him and he didn't quite know what to make of his wife's and Ann's behavior. 

They marched him into the bedroom and had him sit up on the bed, leaning against a couple of pillows at the headboard. 

Margaret looked at Ann and said, "You know, I think we need a little insurance just to keep things under control". 

With that she reached down and retrieved the ropes from the corners of the headboard and tied them to his wrist restraints. 

"There", she said, "That will keep you safe while we put on our show. 

There he was, arms tied behind him, sitting at the head of the bed with all three of his legs straight out. 

Margaret bent down and took the entire length of his cock into her mouth, causing him to moan and squirm because he couldn't move into her. 

Sliding off of him, she said to Ann, "This is pretty nice, do you want some"? 

Ann immediately bent down and did the same causing Gary to tighten and try to thrust into her mouth (which he couldn't do because of the way he was tied). 

Ooooh, he groaned, causing the girls to look at each other and grin. 

Then Ann reached out and began to caress Margaret's breast and now hardening nipple. 

Gary was frozen in place; the sharp gasp of his taking a breath as Ann pulled on Margaret's nipple through the baby doll told them that they had his "full" attention. 

Margaret said, "wait a minute" and slipped off the top of the outfit so Ann would have better access to her nipples. 

Ann quickly did the same and started back in on Margaret, Twisting and pulling on her nipples until she bent over and started sucking one. 

Gary could hardly believe his eyes and was his cock hard! He wanted to stroke it as he watched, but the restraints prevented all but minimal movement. 

Was he getting frustrated!

Now the girls were getting into it, getting each other hotter and hotter with the nipple play and now wonderful strokes on their vulvas and hardening clits. 

Soon the bottoms came off and they started to 69 each other. 

Gary almost cried with frustration, completely unable to touch himself and unable to take his eyes off of the two girls. 

This went on for about half an hour until both girls had climaxed. Gary was, at this point, begging to be released, telling them that he was so hot that he was going to burn up if he didn't cum right away. 

Margaret leaned over and sucked in his cock, teasing the underside with her tongue before pulling off with a loud smack from her intense suction. 

"Do you mean like this"? She said after she pulled off. 

Gary's response was "Ogogohgogohgod, please, more please please, please. Ooh, I'm so hard it hurts. 

Ann walked over to him and pressed her breast into his mouth, saying, "Does this make the wittle boy feel better? 

As he started to suck on her hard nipple, she pulled out and said "there, there, it will be all right" as she patted him on the head. 

Now he was REALLY frustrated.

Ann told him that they would give him the best orgasm of his life, but they would give it to him only when they were good and ready, and that he had to behave if he wanted to cum. 

His response was "Oh yes, yes, anything, I'll behave, anything please let me cum".

They decided that it was time for the next step. Putting the blindfold over Gary's eyes, Ann said that they were going to have a little contest and that he had to identify which of them was sucking on his cock. 

When he correctly named the one who was sucking him, he would get to cum. His sharp intake of breath was all the answer they needed. 

First one and then the other went down on him; licking, sucking and teasing him in rapid succession. There was no way to tell who was on him at a given moment, which just increased his need until he was ready to scream. 

Then Ann got the vibrator and started in on his nipples. 

"My, my! What is this? The little nipplies want some attention too"! 

While Anne worked over his nipples, Margaret went to town on his cock, eager to try out what she had learned earlier in the day. 

After sucking Gary until she was sure he was somewhat close, she stopped and blew on his wet cock. 

"Oooooh" was his response, please don't stop". 

Her reply was, "Now don't you worry, if you behave yourself you will get to cum soon enough". 

Sitting next to him, she lubed her hands and started stroking his cock, using the same slooow technique that she had learned from Ann. 

He started to gasp, whine and plead to be allowed to come. 

When Ann thought he was getting close, she stopped working on his nipples so it wouldn't affect Margaret's work on his cock. 

His reactions were quite similar to John's – the same tightening and increase in muscle tension as his body became more rigid. 

When she thought he couldn't take another stroke, she stopped. 

He just hung there, hardly able to breathe, his body rigid and his cock pulsing and bobbing, searching for that elusive contact that would bring him over the edge. 

Of course, he wasn't going to get it this round. When she thought he had cooled off just the slightest little bit, she slid her hand quickly down his cock, holding it hard as she did so. 

He gasped and started to shake. She looked at Ann and grinned, mouthing "thanks". 

They let him cool down for a couple of minutes and then took him up to the edge again. 

After repeating this cycle a couple more times, Ann went and got John out of the bathroom. 

She had him crawl up onto the bed between Gary's legs while Margaret used a hand towel to wipe off Gary's cock. 

Positioning John's head over his cock, she said "I have a surprise for you. You have 30 seconds to tell which one of us is doing you". 

With that she pushed John's head down, forcing Gary's very hard cock into his mouth, and holding him there while Margaret gave him several sharp smacks on his ass with the crop. 

He got the message and started sucking, hoping to get Gary off quickly. 

Interesting thought Ann, I would have expected more of a fight from him on this, but here he is sucking Gary like he has been doing it for years.

I'm going to have to explore this further. 

Meanwhile John was sucking Gary's cock like there was no tomorrow. 

Ann thought it might be because he wanted to get it over with but now she was not so sure. . . 

Getting Gary off quickly was not to be, however, for when Ann sensed that he was starting to get close, she pulled John's head off his cock, leaving it bobbing there looking for that warm mouth. 

John started to say something, but a sharp slap with the crop quieted him right down. 

Gary couldn't figure out what was going on and started to say something also but Margaret put her hand over his mouth and said, "Shhhh . . not now", letting Gary cool down a little.

Ann motioned for Margaret to take over with John as she got off the bed and walked over to the nightstand where the Feeldoe was sitting on a hand towel. 

Putting some lube on the bulb end, she slipped it inside her. 

She then lubed "her" cock generously and climbed on the bed behind John. 

Nodding to Margaret to push his head down onto Gary's cock, she started to apply steady pressure on his little rosebud with the tip of "her" cock. 

Slowly he relaxed and allowed her to slip into him. He held still and did not suck until the dildo was inside him. 

After he had adjusted to it, she began to move slowly in and out of his ass. 

Margaret guided his head onto Gary's cock in time with the thrusts in his ass, so as the dildo went in, so did the cock. 

He was now getting it from both ends. 

Margaret was getting so hot that she let go of John's head and started working on her clit. 

John continued sucking, letting the driving force of Ann's "girlcock" push him onto Gary's cock while Margaret quickly got herself off. 

Ann was having trouble holding back as well and started to pick up the pace of her thrusts into John's now hungry ass. 

Nodding to Margaret to let Gary come, she let herself go and fucked John as hard and as fast as she could. 

Suddenly Gary started to moan and take short breaths as his body tightened and arched. 

Ann nodded to Margaret to hold John's head down when Gary came to be sure that he took the entire load. 

She could not hold back any longer and crashed over the edge into a wrenching orgasm, which forced John hard onto Gary's cock and triggered his climax. 

He convulsed and howled as he shot into John's mouth and throat. 

All John could do was stay still as there was a cock buried in each end, immobilizing him. 

He could feel Gary's cock pulse as he shot into his throat and didn't really taste his cum until his cock had softened enough for some of it to reach the back of his tongue, it did not taste as bad as he thought it would. 

He still didn't know who was on the other end of that cock but was in no position to ask. 

Ann slowly pulled out of his ass, even though his body wanted it in there, it wasn't to be. 

Margaret then asked Gary "which one of us do you think that was"? Gary said, I don't know, It was different from you so it must have been Ann. 

"Wrong" was the reply, "but don't worry, you will have another chance to figure it out".

Ann pulled John back and had him stand up and stay put. 

Then both girls unsnapped Gary's wrists and helped him slide down and over to one side of the bed.

Margaret tucked a pillow under his head and said, "Comfy honey"? He responded "MmmHmmm". 

She replied, "Well, you just relax because we have more surprises for you". 

With that, both girls took his left arm and fastened it to the corner of the headboard and then his right arm to the center. 

Then Margaret lightly played with his cock and balls to get him started up again. 

After a minute or so of the tickling, she leaned down and sucked him into her mouth rapidly 3 times in succession, each time harder than the last, letting him slip out of her mouth with a pop. 

She then asked "Did you like that honey"? 

He moaned and said "Oh yesss". 

She replied, "Well, if you want any more of that you are going to have to do EXACTLY what you are told and you must be absolutely quiet, if you make a single sound, you will be punished. 

Is that clear"? "Yes, I understand" he responded.

"QUIET", she said, "I did not give you permission to speak" and flicked his hard cock with a snap of her finger, startling him and deflating his hard-on a little. 

Ann then moved John to the other side of the bed where she and Margaret fastened his arms to the headboard like Gary. As she climbed over Gary to tie John's arm, Ann dragged her breast across Gary's mouth, causing him to move up to get more of it. 

"Later" she said, "I just want to make sure that you are interested" and grinned at Margaret. 




He is Hers Again



Then they fastened John's legs, one to the corner of the bed and one to the center post. 

Margaret picked up the ankle straps and handed one to Ann. They mouthed a count "One, two, three" and simultaneously fastened them around Gary's ankles. 

Ann got the rope from the bottom corner of the bed and fastened it to Gary's left ankle. 

He started to protest but Margaret said "Ah Ah" and he lay still. 

Hmmmm . . so he IS trainable, thought Margaret. 

Ann got another rope and completed the job by fastening his other ankle to the center post as well. 

The two girls looked at each other and grinned. This was going to be fun! 

Ann went over and got a towel, the lube and several toys, which she set out on the bed between the boys. 

Then they each knelt on a leg, just above the knee and started in on the cocks. 

Margaret bent down and sucked Gary for a while until he was moaning and squirming. 

Ann decided to go with the lube and slow strokes instead. Straddling the boys legs soon had both girls grinding their crotches on their legs while working on their cocks. 

Looking at each other, they both got up, straddled the hard cocks they had been playing with and lowered themselves onto them. 

In a loud voice Ann said "you are not to cum, if you feel that you are too close you may speak, but that is it". 

With that, they went to work on getting themselves off. 

It didn't take Gary long before he said "Please stop, I can't hold it". 

Margaret immediately slid off and patted his cheek telling him that he was a good boy. 

She then slid up and pressed her crotch into his face, commanding him to "eat me"! 

He struggled and turned his head until Ann picked up the crop and smacked his hard cock with it.

"Ooooww" he cried. 

Margaret then asked him, "Do you want more"? 

To which he replied, "No, that hurts". 

Her response was, "Well then, get busy" as she pulled his head into her crotch. 

She could tell that he was having a difficult time giving her what she wanted, so she nodded to Ann who promptly gave his cock a double slap. 

Even with Margaret on his chest, Gary jumped and began to feverishly lick and suck her crotch, working his tongue as deep inside her as he could.

Gently she guided him to her clit and told him "Suck – nicely, or you will get more". 

Now he really applied himself. 

He wasn't as good as John had been but he was getting the hang of it. 

In the meantime, Ann was rapidly approaching her own orgasm; John was holding out and staying away from his release quite successfully. 

Finally Ann arched, came and collapsed on top of him. 

After a moment, she slid her crotch into his face and musically said "Cleanup time"! 

John immediately went to work getting as much of her sweet nectar out of her as he could. 

His efforts were shortly rewarded by a juddering climax as she pulled him into her crotch by his hair and came again.

It took Gary another ten minutes to get Margaret off and when she came she used his ears to hold him in place, which caused him to squirm until Ann reached over and smacked his hard cock yet again. 

When Margaret came back from her little trip to heaven, she realized that she had Gary's head squeezed between her legs quite tightly. 

She let him breathe and told him to get busy and lick her clean. 

This time there was no hesitation.

The two girls got up and walked into the other room to get some water and talk a bit about their next "adventure" with the boys. 

Margaret walked back into the bedroom to get her glass and saw Gary turn his head to the side and whisper "Is that you John"? 

She immediately cried out "WHAT do you think you are doing? 

I told you to be QUIET! How DARE you disobey me"! 

Ann, hearing the commotion, came rushing into the bedroom asking what had happened. 

Margaret explained what she had seen and heard and asked what we should do about it. 

Ann went over and untied the ropes holding Gary's feet from the bottom of the bed and handing one of the ropes to Margaret, told her to tie it to the top of the headboard. 

She took the other one and the two of them pulled his legs up over his head and tied them there, leaving his ass exposed. 

Next, Ann took the butt plug and slipped a fresh condom on it while motioning for Margaret to lube Gary's ass. 

When Margaret hit Gary's rosebud with the cold lubricant, he jumped and tried to move away. 

Ann promptly smacked his ass with the riding crop. It only took 2 whacks to get him to lie still.

While Ann stroked his stiffening cock, Margaret worked the lube and her fingers into his ass, twisting and turning her hand to stretch him. 

When he was fully hard and stretched somewhat, she reached over, lubed the butt plug and began to slowly work it into Gary's ass. 

Finally, it slipped in with a quick "squitch", and she got up to wash her hands. 

Meanwhile, Ann had picked up the yarn and, after tying it around Gary's cock and balls, pulled it up and tied the end to the headboard as well. 

Both his legs and cock were now holding his ass up for the girls to work on. And work on it they did. 

With Margaret scolding Gary for disobedience, Ann went to work on his butt with the riding crop, smacking the base of the butt plug as well as his now very red bottom. 

Margaret delighted in watching Gary's cock jump whenever Ann hit the butt plug with her crop. 

It wasn't long before Gary was begging for them to stop, promising to be good and not disobey any more. 

Meanwhile, John was listening to the goings on and feeling very good that he was not on the receiving end of the harsh treatment. 

He still did not know who Ann had brought over to join them in this exercise, but he wasn't about to say anything. 

When the girls had decided that Gary had enough, they started stroking his cock and cooing to him, 

"There, there, does the wittle boy feel all better now? 

You know you mustn't be naughty". 

Margaret very quickly had him squirming and breathing hard as she slowed her strokes and kept him just short of a climax. 

She would slow down and stop just before he exploded and let him cool down for a minute or two. 

Then she would work on his nipples and start moving the butt plug in his ass, which would cause his cock to straighten up and get achingly hard all over again. 

Then she would stroke, pull and tickle his balls until he was squirming and moaning. 

Once he was hard and dripping, she would start in again with the stroking, repeating the process all over again. 

Ann, who was quite turned on by the whipping she had just given Gary, decided to mount John and have him eat her. 

Straddling his head and sitting on his chest, she used his hair to pull his face into her crotch, telling him to "get to work, now"! 

Watching Gary squirm, moan and beg for release turned her on all the more and it didn't take long for John to bring her to a juddering orgasm. 

He continued to lick and suck her sex as she gradually relaxed and then cycled back into another climax. 

Oooh, this was heaven, watching Gary arch and squirm while John brought her off was just incredible. 

She continued to float in and out of her climaxes for almost an hour, delighting in Gary's, moaning and begging as he was kept just short of release by Margaret for the same period.

Since Gary had been tied for over an hour now, the girls untied his legs from the headboard and loosened the yarn holding his cock and balls, allowing him to slowly return his legs to the bed. 

They decided that it was better to leave the butt plug in, because he had not cleaned himself before the session. 

Once he had returned to a more comfortable position, Margaret tightened up the yarn holding his "package" and tied it off to the bottom of the bed frame, forcing his cock to point slightly downward towards the foot of the bead, even though it was still rock hard. 

After doing this, she went into the kitchen and got a water bottle. 

Gary was so thirsty that he finished half of it. John said, "No thank you, Mistress", when asked if he wanted some water as well. 

By now it was dark and almost time to end the play, so the girls each sat by their respective guys and started back in on the teasing and stroking. 

They traded back and forth as each of them tried to see how close they could get the boys to a climax. 

This went on through 8 or 9 cycles until both were squirming, gasping and moaning, as well as pleading for release. 

Deciding that it was time, they stroked "their" cocks rapidly and then slowed down, way down, stroking slower and slower as they tried to delay the orgasms as much as they could. 

Finally, nodding to each other, they gave each cock 3-4 rapid downward strokes, which was enough to send both boys over the edge. 

They simultaneously gasped and shot – Gary hitting his chest and face as Margaret directed the stream upwards, and John shooting straight up into the air, depositing his load onto his stomach and chest. 

Both boys were completely drained by their orgasms and lay there like limp dishrags, so wiped out that they were unable to even move.

Both girls had big grins on their faces – "Cheshire Cat" grins – as they sat there enjoying their handiwork. 

After a bit, they started untying the boys, who were feeling pretty stiff by this time. 

Ann decided to leave John blindfolded and told him to stay on the bed while Margaret got Gary up and into the bathroom to shower and clean up. 

Once he was done, Margaret got him, and herself, dressed and they quickly left. 

After they had gone, Ann told John that it was OK to remove the blindfold and helped him walk shakily into the bathroom. 

When they both had showered and washed each other, they got dressed and finished cleaning up the bedroom. 

When John asked Ann "Who was here with us, was it your girlfriend Margaret"? 

Ann responded with, "It is better if who they are stays a secret. After all, we might do this again and I don't want you making any plans".

John had mixed feelings about her comment – not about who was there with them, but about the thought of doing this again. . . 



He is My Friend



We were in the car, his profile lit from beside him by the setting sun, which had lent him the appearance of an angel.

He is my friend. He is Dominant.

His voice awakened me from deep slumber, the warmth, timbre and persuasive tone inspired me to move gracefully from my perch, stepping lightly into the three inch heels he preferred, donned my long white heavy satin robe that slid against my skin, so cool, yet quickly warmed by my flesh, and I stepped down into the thickly carpeted pine scented room. So masculine here, so wooden and brass, simply a self made man.

My heels clicked across the hardwood floors until the end of the hall beckoned my eye. The normally locked room at the end of the hall yawned open. My eyes saw how that room, crimson walls, richly covered with gold and red silk brocade wall covering, black tools, back lit on glass shelves and black shiny hooks.

The chains hung ominously like gothic clouds over various tables, chairs, and planks of wood. His hand touched my shoulder lightly and I descended to my knees.

He was behind me and slid the heavy silk from my shoulders, bare, I shivered from the coolness in the room. My nipples hardened quickly and he captured them smartly and I rose to follow his tugging. My heels made clickety clack click click clicks to keep up with his insistent fingers. He enjoyed when I teetered on my heels and he smiled. He'd never let me fall.

"Come here, Elizabeth."

I was upright, with a flexible cross at my back, my arms and legs soon fastened, my neck and waist restrained to the permanently attached collar and cuffs. There was a brief moment of fear as I felt the entire contraption move position.

"It is designed to make you feel vulnerable. Go with it."

He smiled and controlled the pull of the gravity on my body. He positioned me like a long naked dinner table and my lust was on the menu. He began the questions. I got one right, his mouth breathed passion into my soul, dripping his energy into me, one milliliter at a time. I got a question wrong, the flogger tasted my flesh. My passion and lust rose with the difficulty of the questions, further beckoning me into the abyss that I longed to dive into.

Every neuron tuned into what I was permitted to finally ask of him.

He allowed me what I wish, provided I hid no sensation from him. I was to keep my eyes open and look into his while my wish was carried out.

He began with the suede flogger, he softly caressed me, waking me again, trailing the tails over my skin. THWACK THWACK! and amazement washed through me. My eyes were on his, open, barring as little as possible from him. THWACK THWACK THWACK! I flinched as those were harder, and I closed my eyes. His hand in my hair, mouth inches from mine,

"Elizabeth, open your eyes. Keep nothing from me."

His voice menaced my conscious brain and I apologized. He raised his arm again, 5 more in succession and my eyes opened, the pleasure intensified, the pain merely the vehicle. 

"OH God! I feel it.. I feel you!"

Then there were 12 More.

"Oh please god yes! yes YES!"

I grunted and growled with the further delights painted across my body. He positioned me upside down, side ways, cross ways, finally again my body stinging red from the gradually heavy floggers he employed, my body was sunburned-like, I felt the heat radiating from me, the fine beads of sweat on both of us.

He positioned me thus and spread the legs wider. I was then tilted upwards. My breasts, heavy and full and so dear god, tender, over flow his hands. His mouth tasted each nipple and bit it in turn. The hard sucking and tight pinch of sensation inspired my pussy to weep with need. His fingers slid into me and his mouth again taste me.. this time between my breasts, I felt him breathe into me. Almost as if his energy is palpably being poured into me. A tangible thing I feel penetrating me. His cock was inside me, before I realized it, he was moving inside me, taking my desire by the reins, teaching my horses to gallop. He had taken me for one night, because I asked him to.

He had taken me into his dungeon because he is skilled and trustworthy.

He carried me to the guest bedroom and sponge-rinsed me off and put me to bed because he is my friend. 



He is my Master



He is my Master. Just like I chose him, he chose me. There was always something primal and brutal about him that I couldn't get over, that the woman in me yearned to be close to. He never went out of his way to protect me; then again, I've never been in any real danger. However, I want to belong to him and only him.

My thoughts stray from him sometimes -- fantasies of taboo idols -- but my reality tells me over and over again that he owns me, and always will.

When I visit him, My Prince, I always hope he has a little stubble -- not enough to form a hillbilly's beard, but enough to display his masculine side -- to enhance the danger that always hangs in the air around him. There are rumors he comes from a family of gangsters, that he walks the path of a man free from society's pressures and never does anything unless it please him. Perhaps I frequent his presence in hopes that some of his attitude will rub off on me.

"Lock the door," he commands, and I obey. I'm not the kind of girl to mindlessly submit, but when I decide to, I do it fully.

"Come here."

When I approach him, descending the stairs, he looks ever the straight-laced business man. Dark, unruly hair makes my hands ache to run through it. If eyes can be dark and pale at the same time, they are his -- blue, yet not quite. Button down shirt, complete with breast pocket, khaki-colored Dockers, a belt, and barefoot -- he is the picture of primal elegance. For once, he is not chewing on the wood tip of a Black and Mild, but observing me with his full attention.

He stands, cupping my face in his hand, threading his fingers through my hair, and pulling me within a breath of his mouth. Closing my eyes, I feel him tease my cheeks with a brush of his lips, feel him grinning against my jaw as he nips my earlobe just hard enough to elicit a shudder of pleasure from me. Pulling away, untangling himself, he unzips his trousers, pulling his hard-on out almost ceremoniously. "Kneel."

Immediately, eagerly, I do as I'm told.

"Kiss it."

He grips the base, making it quiver at the tip, the faintest bit of precum starting to form. My tongue laps it up in several varying strokes, enjoying the taste of him. Looking up at him, I smile, "Mmm, salty."

"Good girl," he cups my face again, briefly, turning to sit back in his chair. "Stand up."

As if breaking the spell, he reaches for the pocket knife tucked just out of sight, flipping the blade up, idly cleaning his pipe. "Take off your clothes."

Usually, when we play, we are not in full view of his door. Anyone walking by could peek in and see us -- and he has company coming in and out all the time. Sucking his cock is one thing, I'm not the one who's naked, plus he can easily tuck himself away in seconds, whereas I might have time to decide pants or shirt?

My hesitation annoys him: "Take off your clothes, or I'll beat you."

Maybe it was the tone in his voice, or the way he looked at me for two seconds before beginning to pack his pipe full of his indulgence of choice, but I knew that click of the knife closing was his way of saying, Now. I pulled my shirt over my head, and dropped it to the floor. As I reached behind me to undo my bra, he corrected himself. "Leave your underwear on, for now. Take off your pants."

Unbuttoning my jeans, I slipped them over my pants. I hear the crackle and smell the smoke as he takes a rip. Admiring my mismatched attire, he comments, "I like those." He hands the pipe to me, and I inhale, holding the smoke while I pass it back to him. He takes another couple of puffs, closing the pipe and letting it snuff out, so as not to waste what's left.

"Come here."

I bend down to him, his hand tangling in my hair again, pulling me roughly to him. We kiss, but I stay distant, intent on being his perfect little whore. There is a part of me that, whenever I expose it to him -- my masculinity, my eagerness -- he recoils. Now, he pursues me, kissing me more deeply and with more emotion than I can ever recall him using. I want to meet him, indulge myself in this beautiful moment, but I know the second I do, it will be over.

Again and again, his lips try to conjure me from the depths, the press of his lips going from desperate to teasing to desperation again. My vantage point is almost an out-of-body experience, watching myself hold back and feeling him going wild against my corporeal form. Finally, he has had enough, and stands up, pointing to the couch.

I lay against it, my back to the cushions, but he corrects me with a turn of his finger. Next thing I know, he is see-sawing my panties into the cleft of my womanhood, biting my back, and making me arch against him, his teeth nipping at my neck.

His hand connects to my backside, a crack audible to the neighbors upstairs. Out of habit, one I have not had time to make with him, I hear myself saying, "Thank you." There is no 'Sir', for I do not know what he would like me to call him when submitting to him.

Again, he strikes, again, I say "Thank you." He begins to hit me harder, no doubt to deter my appreciation for his sadism. Too bad -- I've reached subspace, and I intend to stay there for as long as possible. Then, the strokes get softer -- faster. I cannot keep up, and without turning around, I feel his pride at outwitting me, once again. He works my thong off my hips, turning me around to face him, parting my thighs with one of his knees, then the other.

Dripping wet, he slides into me easily. The sound he makes drives me wild with the pleasure of knowing my body pleases the man who makes me lose my senses. I let him take me, concentrating all of my energy, all of my soul, into my pussy, becoming a vessel for his cock, my entire being's purpose only for his pleasure.

He takes my hand and, wordlessly, guides it to my clit. I know what he wants me to do, but it is only out of politeness he suggests such a thing. I'm not here for my pleasure, only for his. In this moment, I am a cunt, and that's all I want to be, squeezing my box tighter to increase his enjoyment.

Again, more insistent, he takes my stray hand and sets it on my mound. "Cum," he demands. I open my eyes, and see the hunger there, him wanting to watch me writhing in pleasure only he can make me feel. "Cum or I'll beat you."

I begin to rub myself, wetting my fingers in my mouth for added lubrication. He groans appreciatively at the sight of my oral fixation, as well as me playing with myself, doing whatever he wants me to do. Silent curse words fall from my lips as my hips begin to meet his thrusts. Without my toy, I could be here for hours, and I can already feel his desperation as he approaches the edge of reason. "Cum, or I'll beat you to it," he jokes. I always took pride in the fact that my Master was willing to get off so much more quickly than when we first began to fuck.

Sucking my fingers like another cock, he begins to moan, losing himself in the sensations, the sights of my body. He wraps himself around me, my hand no longer in-between us, his body taut with the pursuit of pleasure, his mind somewhere I couldn't comprehend even if I wanted to. Then, suddenly, gloriously, the line is crossed, and he loses himself, his cock twitching and spurting inside of me, head buried in my shoulder.

I smile, holding him in my arms, knowing I did what I was put on this earth to do, once again. 



He Is Set Up For Their Fantasy



I was overwhelmed by the response to my last story in particular – thank you to everyone. It's good to see that the women are enjoying it as much as the men. Let me know if you enjoy this one too.

It's always hard attending parties when you are 30 years old and still single. There are not many of us around – most the friends are married with children. You feel like one of the losers sometimes at these things – but you go anyway hoping to meet the person of your dreams. Anyway here I was at this party enjoying a quiet drink making idle chit chat with whomever. Before long I was locked in conversation with this nice couple that were friends of friends and did not really know anyone at the party. It was nice to meet a couple that were fairly relaxed and it took my mind off the feeling guilty about not to trying to engage the single women floating around (there were not any who where my type anyway). This became the source of our conversation strangely enough.

Matt and Laura were their names. She was an attractive woman in her early 30s – 5'7, long straight blonde hair, green eyes and nice long legs. Her breasts were ample size. Matt at first I did not pay attention to – when you are a straight guy you find it really hard to notice others guys that much or judge if they are attractive. Looking back on it, I guess I thought he seemed pleasant enough. I suppose I should describe myself also. I am 30, 5'9, with dark receding hair and big brown eyes. Girls seem to love my eyelashes. I am clean-shaven and I keep in shape although I am not one for the gym and lifting weights.

Soon enough it was time to leave the party and I parted form Matt and Laura with the obligatory lets catch up sometime line. I didn't think much more of them until about a week later when on Saturday afternoon the phone rings – it's Matt. "You remember me form the party last week?"

"Sure…"

"I was wondering if you were free at all tonight to come over for dinner?"

"Wow that sounds nice – I was planning on staying home and watching a video alone – so I would love to come. Is it just the three of us?" You have to ask that question when you are single because invariably people try and set you up thinking they know who is right for you. So I was regretting I had already said yes to coming over when Matt said a girl they had met the day after the party where we met would be coming also.

I arrived at Matt and Laura's place at 7 carrying a bottle of wine and wondering how I would be able to leave early if this girl turned out to be at the same low standards most of the women I had been set up with were at. Laura greeted me at the door with a kiss. She looked great wearing a nice airy tan coloured cotton dress with her g-string clearly visible through as well as the lacy bra she had on. Matt was wearing shorts similar the ones I had on with a white t-shirt. In fact we almost looked liked twins. We had a good laugh about it, which kind of broke the ice. The doorbell rang and Laura opened the door to reveal one of the gorgeous looking women I have ever seen in my life. Her name was Casey. She was about my height with thin legs, which seemed to go on forever. She had shoulder length red hair with blue eyes that just pierced through you. She was wearing short skirt and tight mid-riff top – showing off her flat tummy and cute belly button. Her figure was perfect and she had great cleavage. I could barely speak when I was introduced. Casey was 24 – so she was younger than all of us, but she was new in town so she grateful to be spending a night like this. 

We all hit it off quite well and by the time we had finished the second bottle of wine, we were all pretty relaxed. I noticed that it was starting to get pretty late and announced that I should be thinking of going home. Matt said I was in no position to drive, nor was Casey for that matter and that we should both stay the night. We didn't need much convincing. So we enjoyed another drink before Matt suggested we jump in the spa. Casey piped up "I will have borrow some swimmers then"

"Me too" I said. Laura replied, "it's just us and the spa is indoors – so who needs swimmers." Casey and I looked a little hesitant, but Matt reassured us they never where swimmer in the spa.

Matt was the first to jump in. He has a little more bulk than me – but the main thing I notice was that there was not trace of any hair on his body at all. Casey giggled "wow you must like shaving and waxing Matt." Matt said, "I love keeping my body smooth." The girls seemed to be waiting for me to jump in next so I stripped down to some cheers. Laura said "I had forgotten that having a little hair down your chest and on your legs is so sexy. I don't mind the nice bit on your balls either." I was little taken aback about how upfront she was but I ignored it and relaxed into the spa anxious to see these two gorgeous women naked. They stripped off together. The site of their breasts brought my cock to attention immediately and I near exploded at the site of their pussies. Laura's was trimmed but hairy – and noticed my gaze and said, "I told you I lied a little hair." Casey on the other hand had only a small straight line of hair. "You make a very sexy pair," said Matt. I nodded in agreement.

We were all enjoying the jets and bubbles for a bit when I felt this hand touching my leg and working its way to my hardening cock. There was so much bubbles that I could not tell who it belonged to but I figured it was Casey's as she was sitting on one side of me with Laura opposite and Matt on the other side of me. Before I could start to reciprocate Matt suggested it was time to explore a little. I asked him what he had in mind. Matt said "Seeing as we are all naked in here why not take things a step further and see what it's like to feel each others bodies. We had all had enough to drink at this stage to agree. So Laura moved over to me and pulled me up and we ran our hands over each other's bodies touching every intimate spot and then kissing deeply for a minute. Matt and Casey were doing the same. Matt then said it was time to swap – so I pressed myself against Casey and touched every inch of her gorgeous body. Our tongues met as we kissed for ages, oblivious to the fact that Matt and Laura were just staring at us. It was Laura who then yelled, "Time to swap again." Casey smiled at me and then looked at Laura and the tow of them kissed deeply. I was in shock, and my cock almost exploded on the spot. Then Matt took me by the hand and started to touch me. I jumped back and said, "Hey what are you doing". "Fair's fair – we are all exploring each other." I had never touched another guy before – but I did not see the harm in touching Matt – although I balked a little when he started to stroke my cock a little and pushed my hand onto his at the same time. Matt then drew me in to kiss me. I was not ready when all of a sudden he pressed his tongue against my lips. I could feel his hard cock against mine we kissed. It was strange kissing a guy like this, but I was tipsy enough to go with it. The girls cheered as we broke it off.

Casey said, "That was fun."

"Time to get out of the spa I think", said Laura. We each grabbed a towel not feeling in the least bit self-conscious anymore and headed to the lunge room. When we were all dry we dropped the towels and relaxed. Quickly the topic of conversation turned to sex and what our fantasies were. Casey was the first to pipe up "I always wanted to see two guys together." I was stunned and even more so as Laura said that she always loved to watch two guys – especially if she could enjoy it in the arms of a woman." The two girls giggled. Matt then said he was going to make their dreams come true. I all but feinted then. Laura said "haven't you ever been with a guy before?"

"Of course not I said – IU am straight." Casey said "but everyone experiments with the same sex. I have been with a few women and it's amazing. It does not make me a lesbian – I just enjoy sex." I was beginning to realise that this had been a set up and it was not Casey who I was being set up with as I had expected.

Matt then stood up and moved form his potion on the couch to stand in front of me. His cock was right against my face. I turned away and said that I was not into this. It was then that the girls got and started to tickle me…I was helpless. They then pinned me down as Matt's cock pressed against my lips. It was Casey who parted my lips and let Matt slide his cock in. He was hard already – about 7 inches cut. I could taste his pre-cum as it slid deep into my mouth. "Don't fight it – enjoy it – experiment" the girls chimed in. I couldn't help but notice that all this was getting me rather horny and my cock was as hard as it had ever been. I don't know if it was the alcohol talking but my brain though – may as well enjoy this. So I started to lick Matt's cock. He then got me on my knees and held my head and started to fuck my face. His cock was pushing into the back of my throat and amazingly I was not gagging as he encouraged me to suck harder. I could feel his cock starting to twitch as I sucked hard and he fucked my face harder and faster still. The girls were cheering me on – telling Matt to fuck my face. "We want to see him take your cum". That was all Matt needed and his cock slid in and out for the last time as he exploded in my mouth filling it with his juices. The cum started to leak out of my mouth and own my chin. I felt Laura's tongue then come and lick it up as I continued to suck on Matt's cock. Casey then announced she wanted to try some – but to my disappointment she wanted it from Laura's mouth. The two of them were locked in a heavy kiss for a while.

Laura said, "It's not fair that you haven't yet when Matt has been allowed to explode – so why don't you make yourself cum."

"And put on a show for us" Said Casey. With that I lay back on the couch and began to stroke my hard cock as the other three cheered me on. I started slow but soon I was building up speed just watching them watch me. Looking at Casey in particular was enough to make anyone cum – before long I announced I was about to cum. They asked me to cover the girl's tits with it. I walked over to where they were sitting and stroked it one last time and my cum began to spurt all over them. But they would not let me touch them as they each rubbed the cum into the others body.

I sat back on the couch hardly able to believe what had just happened. Before I could regain my breath I noticed Matt was hard again from watching me and he said it was time to fulfill the girls fantasies. I said "but I thought we did that already?" Together all three said "no way – you have to experience what its like to feel a cock in you before you can say that." I was horrified but excited at the same time. Again I was pushed back on the floor and Matt pulled my legs over his shoulders. Laura passed him some KY, which he rubbed on his cock and on my ass. He pressed his hard cock against me and started to push it against my ass as if he was knocking on a door waiting for it to open. Each time he got his tip in a little more until after a couple of minutes I could feel the first part of his shaft in me. "That's it Matt – fuck him" said Laura. Casey was moaning as she aid "this is the wildest thing I have ever seen".

Matt was snow all the way in me. His balls were slapping against my ass. I could feel his cock start to twitch and I knew he was getting closer. I was really starting to enjoy this. I had never thought about this before but here was enjoying being fucked. In fact I was enjoying it so much I began to join in with the girls and tell Matt to fuck me. "Your cock feels so good inside me. Make me a man. Fuck me please. Don't stop – I want to feel you cum in me so I lose my man to man virginity properly." It was all Matt could take and with that he exploded deep in me. Cum was leaking out of my ass he kept pumping in and out. Spurt after spurt fired into my ass. It was an amazing feeling. I was hornier than I had ever been. I could not get the smile off my face as I realised I had enjoyed my first fucking and that I was no longer a virgin. My cock was now hard again. Matt pushed me down on the floor again and jumped on top of my cock. He leaned forward and started to tongue kiss me as he rode my cock. I was so horny ands with his tight ass gripping my cock I did not hold out for long. As soon as I started to cum Matt jumped off me and pulled my legs over my own head and stroked my cock so it filled my mouth with my own cum. It was all over my face and everywhere. Was like a cum slut. The girls meanwhile were fingering themselves with their mouths open salivating at what they had seen.

Casey was the first talk "wow when you invited me over I never knew my fantasy would come true." Laura said, "I hoped it would." Matt said, "I knew it would." Then I made everyone laugh when I said "I never knew mine would change and that I would fulfill it all in one night."

I slept with Matt that night – well I would not say we slept much. I could tell from the moans in the other room that Laura and Casey did not sleep much either. I am so glad I went over for dinner. My eyes are open to a whole new world of enjoyment. 

Please send me a note if you enjoyed this story. If you want to keep in touch I am to do that too. I am open to suggestion for future fantasies about I should lose my man-to-man virginity. I really have never been with a guy.



He is With Grandma Now



It didn't take my mother long to decide the perfect career for me. While I was worrying about getting my first piece of ass, she had made up her mind I was going to be a preacher. 

When my uncle heard about it, he laughed and said, "Hey, that's great. You ever look at the inside of a church building on Sunday and seen all the great looking women and girls sitting there? What a great place to find pussy. All of it you can handle. If a preacher's wife doesn't keep an eye on him, he must wallow in it."

That cinched it. I'd be a preacher. Then I found out there was hell to pay if Mom caught a can of beer in my hand. After that came a whole string of things I couldn't do, because a preacher didn't do them. Like one day I was driving Mom to the shopping center and some asshole nearly crumpled a front fender. I hollered at him that he was a dim-witted mother-fucking cocksucker. Apparently a preacher never says that.

I found out that if I wanted to go on smoking and keep Mom from finding out I was doing it, I had to go out to the utility shed and sit with the lawn mower and garden tools. Preachers, of course, were trying to stamp out smoking.

Then, when I was eighteen, Mom found out I was fucking the woman next door while her husband was at work. And another one just up the street. She went bonkers. When she found out that I had the hot thing going with her dearest and closest friend when her husband wasn't around, Mom lost it. To be a preacher I had to keep my pecker in my pants.

By then I'd made up my mind I wasn't going to be a preacher. I didn't want a career that kept me from doing all of the things I wanted to do. I also realized that Mom and I were never going to see eye to eye on anything. I complained to Grandma, which was dumb. She was Mom's mother and would take her side. Turned out it wasn't dumb at all.

Grandma said, "Why don't you pack up your things and move in with me? I'd be happy to have you for company." Grandma was fifty-eight and divorced. She also assured me there was beer in the fridge, I wouldn't need to go to the utility shed to smoke and she realized a horny eighteen year old stud needed lots of pussy. I assumed she meant I could go after all the neighborhood cunt. I didn't think she was offering me hers.

But it was hers I wanted. Along with her tits and her ass. She was a good looking woman who looked a lot younger than she was, and she had a BODY on her. Full round breasts, great legs, well-rounded hips and a lust inspiring ass. She had what it took to stiffen pricks wherever she went. So I moved in with her in the morning. The last thing I expected to get that day was pussy. And certainly not hers. But that's the way life is sometimes.

After I unpacked my suitcase in the guest bedroom, I joined her in the family room. We sat together on the couch for a cozy little chat. We did more than chat. Our arms went about one another and we kissed. We did a lot of kissing. Grandma was slyly guiding me along, showing me the facts of life, letting me find out why an older, a divorcee, would want a horny young stud staying with her. The fact that we were grandson and grandmother made it all better. Who would ever dream there was any hanky-panky going on?

After some more kisses, Grandma smiled at me and said, "Would you like to see my boobs?"

To Be Continued...



He Isn't Hers, She Isn't His



He isn't yours. You aren't his.

She repeats the mantra over and over, until her mind begins to recall the words without summoning them to the forefront.

She holds her breath for a moment, lungs burning for air, but denying herself the sweet rush of oxygen into her body. She knows the feeling all too well.

She chokes out a sob, finally letting cool air into your lungs. She remembers just how well she can recollect the sensation of breathlessness; her inner walls contract from the memory. The flash of moist lips and tongues battling for control, hands groping for tender flesh invades her mind. She forces the images down, resisting the urge to the scratch the undeniable itch of sexual frustration.

The twinkling band of white gold around her finger is a reminder that she's happy, content, blissful. All she's ever wanted, she has. Anything she needs is provided. But he finds a way into her thoughts, into the subconscious part of her mind supposed to be reserved only for her husband.

It has to end, she tells herself. The 20 minute drive (and the bottle of Guinness she downed) helps her garner the strength to put a stop it all. She practices her spiel along the way, and is prepared to repeat it to his face...if only she can muster the courage to knock.

Standing on his stoop, she closes her eyes, pulling her fist back from his door. She sucks in air, then releases it; her breath visible. She wishes she could knock, if only to get out of the cold. Her thoughts are engulfed by the warmth of his home, his arms, his bed. The touch, the exquisite torture of his tongue dragging down the column of her throat sears her flesh and brings her closer to the release she's imagined, but denied herself. In that moment, she begs for it. An almost inaudible 'please' coaxes his hips to pick up pace, pounding her to oblivion. The build was only the prelude, the fire that shoots through her causes her to gasp and hold on to his shoulders for dear life. Her walls spasm, as she digs her nails into his skin, leaving half-moons imprinted there.

It is never tender with him. He is always hurried. There are always bruises in unseen places she finds days later. But she's sure she's left evidence of their time together on him as well. The thought makes her smirk triumphantly, and then frown.

She hates herself for loving it.

"I can't do this." She shakes her head of the memories, pressing her palm flat against the wood.

Just as she's convinced herself that another day would work better for her, the door flies open. They're staring at each other, she with mortification; he with knowing indifference.

She's immobile, glued to the spot, staring at him and wondering why she thought this would be a good idea.

"I'm done," she blurts, jutting her chin up defiantly.

He leans against the door jam and folds his arms over his chest, amused by her words. The corner of his lip quirks up and it annoys her that she finds herself wanting to run the pad of her finger across it.

"Oh really?"

His condescending tone has her seeing red. She finally realizes why she wanted to end it in the first place.

"Yes! I'm done with you, with this," she shouts and gestures between them. "Whatever the hell this is. I'm not doing it anymore. I'm married for god's sake!"

He nods his head, listening intently to her monologue. All the while, his expression never changes, which only enrages her.

"I'm serious!" Her foot stomps and she reminds herself of her 5-year-old niece during a temper tantrum. This only adds to the humiliation that's been growing since she stepped out of her car, but she can't stop herself.

"I'm not coming here anymore, so take a good look, because this is the last time you'll see—"

"Shut up."

Baffled that he spoke at all, her brows furrow. "Excuse me?"

"Shut up."

He steps forward, his five-ten frame looming over her. If she didn't know him as she did, she would have been intimidated by his menacing stature. His brown eyes dilate, taking her in, swallowing any coherent thought she previously had.

His hands palm her face, bringing her flush against his chest. Their lips are inches apart. He regards her evenly before his lips graze over her face, trailing down to the delicate skin below her ear. She sucks in a breath, unprepared for what he says next.

"I don't care about the situation." His voice is heavy with desire; his breath hot against the shell of her ear. "When my tongue is inside you, you're fucking mine."

She bites her lip, unwilling to argue the negative. She's drunk with want and all denial falls flat as she crushes her lips against his. Hooking arms under her jean-clad thighs, he lifts her and allows her to wrap her beautifully long legs around his waist.

His lips are frenzied, trying to commit her taste to memory. His grip on her hair is possessive as he tugs her head back to expose her throat. She feels his teeth scrape against the sensitive deep mocha skin, and then lap at what she knows will be an ugly bruise in the morning.

Her mind is racing, but not registering her own actions. She hears him kick closed the door, bringing them both into the warm confines of his home. It smells of him, the musky scent of his Armani cologne only heightens her lust-filled cognitions. It's all around her, possessing her every awareness, so much so that it's consumed by only him. She wants him inside her, stretching her walls, stroking her so intimately and touching her so deeply that she feels it even after he's coated her insides with his seed.

She feels the wall at her back, and the unmistakable weight of his arousal pressing into her. She's been here too many damn times to count, and each time it feels new.

He puts an inch of space between them so he can tug her jacket from her arms and toss it uncaringly over his shoulder. This gives her a moment to catch her breath, to try to think clearly when everything inside her is telling her to reach for his lovely ash-colored cock and bring them both to release.

"I can't," her protest is replaced with a moan as he attaches his lips to her throat and sucks languidly.

"You can, and you will." He's muffled against her skin, but she feels the vibrations and seriousness of his words. "God, I want to taste you so badly."

Her response is a whimper he recognizes as complete and total surrender. With an animalistic growl, he hauls her up and carries her to his bedroom.

He doesn't bother turning on the light as he deposits her on his unmade bed. There's no need. He knows every inch of her, can sense her growing need and, in turn, becomes harder. He squeezes himself through his jeans, if for just a moment, to relieve the pressure until he can slip into her slick channel and mark his territory. He groans at the thought; nothing will sate him, except for her.

He stands at the foot of the bed, watching her move to pull off her own clothes. Her heavy lids regard him with want. It's the same look that attracted him all those months ago.

In one swift motion, his t-shirt is gone. His broad chest is dusted with dark hair and his deeply bronzed skin is illuminated by the hallway light. She licks her lips in admiration and he wants that plump mouth wrapped around him.

He crooks his finger at her, beckoning her forward. He smiles as she obediently crawls on all fours across the tussled sheets.

Crouched before him, her almond-shaped eyes shift up to his face, quasi-questioning his motives; this slightly annoys him. Her timidity is usually alluring, but not now. They've been here before; she knows what he wants.

He grits his teeth and twines his fingers through her hair, bringing her face closer to his throbbing member. "Fucking do it."

Without further hesitation, she undoes the button and then the zipper, her bottom lip sucked into her mouth in anticipation.

It takes just one tug of his jeans to have his swollen appendage spring to life. Her walls contract and she knows her panties are soaked with her own juices.

She wraps her hands around its girth and relishes in the twitch of his hips.

They both catch a glimpse of her wedding ring glint in the light and halt for a moment. His eyes dare her to stop, challenge her to find an ounce of self-control in their sea of chaos. Her lids narrow, and he's sure he hears an expletive slip from her lips as she opens her mouth and places him carefully on her tongue, dragging it up the underside.

"Jesus," he groans and grips her locks tighter, unceremoniously pushing her down further.

Relaxing her jaw and throat, she opens her mouth to accommodate him.

She gazes up at him again; he's watching intently as he enters her mouth, and then retreats, completely unhurried. He glistens with her saliva, and he wants so badly for her to hold him like that forever.

When she pauses a moment to adjust her position, he punishes her by painfully yanking on her hair. She gasps around him, feels the tears immediately spring to her eyes from the discomfort.

"Don't you dare fucking stop." His voice is dangerously low, but he loosens his grip on her and strokes her hollowed cheek with his palm.

He controls the movement, as he usually does. She wants to bite him, prove that she can take the reins if she really wanted to. Instead, she narrows her eyes, and adds more suction, bringing him further down her throat. She hums out a moan that vibrates through him, if only to show him which one of them is in control. And as she had hoped, his hips thrust forward involuntarily, his balls barely brushing her bottom lip. Her hand reaches up to scrape nails down the quivering muscles of his stomach with her mouth permanently suctioned around his cock. He arches upward while she moves up and down the musky length of his shaft, teeth occasionally grazing and tongue stroking and tracing. The hand in her hair lets up, sliding down to brush fingertips over your cheek. She hums in appreciation of his touch, which draws a long moan from him.

After a moment of letting her lavish his glorious member with her impressive tongue, fucking her mouth isn't enough. He wants inside her. He wants her writhing underneath him as he punishes her pretty pussy with the hardest fuck of her life, so she remembers she belongs to him and no one else. But first, he wants to taste her juices, bring her to the brink with his fingers and tongue.

Tugging on her hair and gently cupping her cheek, he steps back to her dismay. She frowns slightly and reaches out to bring him back.

He tsks while grinning at her. "Patience is a virtue."

"Fuck you," she sneers, and pulls her blouse over her head to expose creamy dark skin, which is devoid of any blemishes. Her bra is red and lacey, it practically covers nothing. Her nipples perk under his hungry gaze.

He smirks, calling her motives into question. He wants so much to believe that this is for him, that she came over knowing that he would never let her end their relationship that easily.

Roughly, he pushes at her shoulders, forcing her to lay on her back. She suppresses as gasp as he grips her hips and pulls her to the edge of the bed. He kneels between her legs, nuzzles his nose into her jean-clad crotch. Her scent is intoxicating. He can sense her dampness and his already swollen cock twitches, grazes against the sheets.

Without warning, he pulls her jeans and takes the matching lace panties with them. She's completely shaven, which doesn't surprise him. She knows he loves her chocolate lips devoid of hair, so no part of her is concealed from him. He can already tell she's soaking wet and slick enough to shove his entire length into her without a thought.

"You will, baby," his voice is above a whisper before he flicks her glistening engorged nub with the tip of his tongue. "You will."

A moan tears from her throat, coaxing him to continue thrusting his eager tongue in and out of her. He simulates what he wants to do with this own hardened sex. He laps at her, devouring her like he hasn't had a meal in weeks. Her head thrashes about, and her hips reflexively lift off the mattress, pushing him closer to her aching core. He knows she wants to beg for his cock, plead for the relief that can only come from fucking her senseless to the point where they both scream for mercy.

"Tell me how you want it." His breath tickles her insides, cools her drenched nub. He gazes over her flat stomach, between the valley of her cleavage and into her eyes. Her irises are lust-filled and have gone almost black with need.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you," he says again, more forcibly before slipping two fingers inside her.

Her high octave whine and the grip of her inner walls around his digits tell him that she's putty in his hands. Wherever he wants to take her, she'll go. Whatever he demands, she'll obey.

He drags his digits out slowly, and then surges back in quickly, pulling from her lips a pleasured sigh that makes him want to rub one out all over her deeply sun-kissed stomach. Imagining the contrast between the hot white liquid of his seamen against dark-canvassed skin is what makes him speed up his movements.

Her fingers dig into the sheets, unceremoniously pulling them from underneath the mattress. The cadence of her moans match the insertion and extraction of his middle and index finger, as they stretch her wide, ready to accommodate his painfully hard dick.

He can hear in her erratic breathing that she's close. She wants to reach that glorious peak that will plunge her into the dark abyss where only thoughts of him reside. No one else exists, but them.

"Fucking tell me," he growls, giving her enlarged clit several pats, eliciting her to cry out. "Tell me what you want."

"I-I want..." she starts weakly; barely able to create coherent thoughts, "I want...you."

He groans in response and slows his pace to a lazy drag. "You want me to what? Tell me."

"Oh my god," she groans, and he barely recognizes the guttural sound that rips from her. "I want...you to fuck me."

"Good girl."

He completely extracts his fingers that are sticky and gleaming with her essence. Too appetizing to pass up, he draws them into his mouth and sucks them clean. She's a mixture of sweet and tangy, rich and flavorful womanhood. The taste will linger on his pallet hours after he's finished taking them both over the edge.

"Turn over," he commands, but doesn't wait for her to comply.

Rolling her onto her stomach, he assesses her round backside for a moment before pulling her hips up so that she's entirely visible. Her lips and slit are slick and ready to receive him. He bites his lip, just on the precipice of a control that is waning by the second. He drags his palm over one cheek, and then gives it a resounding smack.

She squeals, but not from pain. He knows she adores the love taps he lavishes along her ass and thighs.

Taking his blushing dick in his hand, he runs it between the darkened globes and grinds lazily along her lower lips and puckered bud, consequently smearing her wetness along the underside of his manhood.

He hears her sigh and watches the column of her long spine arch up, as she thrusts herself back against his throbbing sack. He fists her left cheek, halting her movements. She groans in protest and glares over her shoulder at him.

Her look of disapproval only makes him chuckle. "Tell me again."

"I want you to fuck me," her tone more demanding, not at all timid as he's become accustomed.

"Prove it," he challenges.

Her brows furrow and confusion mars her soft features. His eyes move to the gleaming on her left hand. She follows his gaze and fingers the large diamond, hesitating for a moment. She understands the consequences of noncompliance just as well as what it means to submit to his unspoken ultimatum.

Smacking her lips irritably, she wrenches the rings from her finger and slams them down on his nightstand before reclaiming her exposed position in front of him.

She grits her teeth and glares. "You're an asshole."

"And don't you forget it," he says, surging forward to bury himself hilt-deep into her sopping pussy.

He sets an erratic pace, pounding out the frustration of being denied the biting grip of her womanhood for more than a week.

He knows her husband doesn't make her do the things he makes her do. She doesn't scream her throat raw when he fucks her, with only his name eternally spilling from her lips. She doesn't tug at the bed sheets like a rabid animal in the throes of passion. She doesn't come so hard he's sure the earth quakes with it.

No, she knows to whom her pussy belongs, and by time he's done, he will too.

He pauses only to spread her legs wider with his thighs, and reaches out to grab the arms that are holding her up. He feels a bit of protest from her and remedies that with a stinging smack to her ass.

She sucks in a breath as her head falls against the mattress; her arms locked behind her in his unyielding grasp.

"Yeah, baby," he pants, each word punctuated with a thrust. "You like that?"

She only whimpers, unable to form words. All thoughts center on the way her body reacts to him, how it sucks him in and holds him tight. She can feel her walls tensing, that familiar building up of nerves before she explodes into tiny little pieces.

The slick collision of bodies, and the moans and grunts that fill the room become the soundtrack of their time together. He knows instantly that she's close when the pitch of her moans goes sharp.

"Are you gonna come on my dick?" He grunts, releasing her arms to concentrate all efforts on fucking her to oblivion.

"God, please," she breathes and shoves her face into the mattress to muffle the increasing volume of her moans.

He hisses, feeling her walls spasm around him and his balls tighten. He slows his pace, and he grits his teeth to hold off spilling into her. He wants her to come multiple times before the night is over.

Sweat shimmers over the length of her back and wisps of her hair stick to her damp shoulders. He runs a hand along her spine, while continuing his now torturously slow pace.

Pulling himself almost completely out, he drags the pad of his thumb over his drenched cock, collecting her juices. When he feels her contractions subside, he picks up his pounding rhythm again, simultaneously teasing her puckered bud with his amorous digit. He watches himself and the tip of his thumb disappear within her and reappear slicker than when they went in, and he's sure he's never been this hard in his life.

He hears that upper octave again, and relishes in the fact that he brought her to the peak once more.

"Fuuuuck, yes baby," he pants, all semblance of control lost. "I'm coming, where do you want it?"

He extracts his digit and lets all his weight fall onto her back; his hands leaving bruises on her hips, and his face buried in her hair.

"Where baby?" he groans in her ear, hips grinding her clit into the mattress. "Tell me."

She lifts her head slightly to allow her words to penetrate. "Inside me," she breathes. "Come inside me."

He needs no other coaxing as he gives four more punishing thrusts before he comes violently, coating every inch of her warm cannel. Every muscle in his body tenses, his breath hitches so hard it's almost as if he's sobbing.

A strangled sound rips from her mouth as her walls clench around him for what feels like the millionth time tonight. Her mouth is dry, throat sore from the rasping sounds he's forced her to emit.

He leaves himself buried within her minutes after they've both come down from their high, until finally, he feels her attempting to shift away. He doesn't object as he rolls off of her and onto his back. She stays on her stomach, face still concealed by the cream-colored sheets.

"Are you dead?"

She snorts, her face slowly turning toward him. "I think so," she sighs.




He Isn't Hers, She Isn't His



It's that sigh that tells him she's about to make her exit. Her expression is somewhere between relaxed and troubled, he's come to know it as her "that-was-good-but-what-have-I-done" face.

"I've gotta go." There's finality in her voice that he's not sure he should take too seriously, as he's heard it many times before.

He nods; his expression similar to the indifference that greeted her on his doorstep over an hour ago.

He watches her tug on her clothes and make her escape. Unsure of how to feel, he throws his legs over the side of the bed and decides a long run will help him work off the aggression with which her absence has left him. As he stands from the bed, he catches a glint on his nightstand.

He can't help but chuckle to himself, grabbing up her wedding rings. He inspects the shimmering diamonds for a moment, before placing them back where he found them, knowing she'll be back. And they'll both claim what's rightfully theirs.