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My Night

By: Hollywood2



It was quiet in the house as we were getting ready to go out. I was in the shower while you were getting dressed. As I was getting out of the shower I saw you slip on that black body-glove dress you have. I noticed you put it on with your stockings and garters but with no panties. After seeing this my dick sprung to its full 8inches of hardness.

I couldn't help myself when I walked up behind you and moved your hair so I could start kissing the back of your neck. When I did you told me no that we had plans. I said yes, but they just got changed. I then started to kiss the back of your neck. You tried to get away. I started to play with your hair. You started to relax. I continued to kiss your neck and play with your hair. You started to moan lightly. You must of felt my hard cock because you started to grind your ass into it. I continued kissing the back of your neck as I caressed your body with my hands. You continued to grind your ass into my cock making it even harder. I then bent you over the dresser and raised your skirt.

I started to rub your ass as I admired it for a minute. I then started to rub my cock up and down the crack of your ass. You moaned louder and started moving your ass with my dick. I then took my dick and started stroking your pussy making sure not to penetrate you. You were getting wetter by the second. I then dropped to my knees and started to lick your pussy. I would lick you from your clit to your ass. As I was licking your wet pussy your sweet smell just made me even harder. I looked up and noticed you had started playing with your tits. You were moaning louder and louder as I licked your pussy. As you were moaning louder and louder you started to grind your pussy into my face.

I locked hold of your clit in my mouth sucking it harder and harder. Just as your reached your orgasm I released your clit and drove my tongue as deep as I could into your pussy making sure not to drop any of your sweet nectar. As you were catching your breath I started to lick your ass. I would run my tongue up and down your crack making sure to touch your ass each time. When you finally caught your breathe you stood up and turned around kissing me ever so passionately tasting how sweet you are. I then started to suck on your nipples as you reached down and started to fondle my rock hard cock. You then dropped to your knees to return the favor. You took my cock ever so gently and placed it into your warm and wet mouth. You started sucking it slowly at first. You let it glide in and out of your mouth. You then reached around and grabbed my ass with both hands and started pushing me as so I was fucking your mouth. You then started to suck harder and harder. Just as I was about to cum you stopped telling me that I would haft to wait until we returned home. As I grumbled and started to get dressed you patted me on the ass and smile ever so seductively.

On our way home after or night out we were making small talk. You then pulled a small magazine out of your purse. I asked you what you were reading and you showed me the cover of a magazine of sex letters. I asked you were you got it and you said a girlfriend. You started to read me a story about a couple having sex. I noticed you had pulled up your skirt and started to play with yourself. I noticed my dick becoming hard. You must have noticed it to cause you reached over and started to rub it. I started to finger your pussy. I got even harder when you pulled out my finger and licked all of your sweet juice off of it. You finished the story and laid down the book.

You then pulled out my rock hard cock and began to suck it. After awhile you got up. You puled up your skirt and climbed over on top of me. I tried to get you to let me stop the car but you didn't listen. You just lowered your pussy onto my dick. You started fucking me slow then started to pick up your speed. After you reached your orgasm and me almost crashing the car you got off. You told me to pull over. I stopped the car and you got out. With me following you went into the woods. You went up to a tree and pulled up your skirt. You reached for me by my dick and pulled me towards you. Kissing me ever so deeply you whispered into my ear to fuck you in the ass. You turned around and bent over holding onto the tree. I got down and started to lick you ass and pussy. You were moaning louder and louder. I got up and rubbed my dick up and down the crack of your ass. You started to grind your ass into me.

I then pushed the head of my dick into your ass. You gasped loudly. I then slowly pushed the rest of my dick into you. I started to fuck your ass as you fingered your pussy and played with your clit. I fucked you harder and deeper and we both moaned loudly. Just as I shot my hot load of cum deep into your ass you had your orgasm and screamed loudly. I continued fucking your ass until I went limp. We then kissed and ran back to the car.

I drove home as fast as I could while watching you masturbate. When we got home we took a quick shower and got into bed making mad passionate love all night long.

My Night



You can call me X. I am a 22 year old college student, I am very curvy and my online fuckbuddy, Z, thinks my tits are absolutely gorgeous. We are both switches, and we take turns to dominate the other, when we submit, our submission is close to absolute. We leave our orgasms and our pleasure entirely up to the other. Our big kink is exhibitionism and whoever is dominant will often order the other to flash and engage in delicious acts of showing off - failure or refusal leads to punishment (usually in the form of delayed orgasm). Today, I am the slave and he is my master. I have had quite the adventure under his guidance tonight and the final order from him is to tell you all about it. I am writing this with a hairbrush handle stuck deep in my wet pussy, soaked with desire for him, but I am not allowed to move it or cum until I finish this true account of my evening. I started my master's day with an e-mail detailing how I would like to wake him up with a blowjob, he was very pleased with my ideas and soon I received my first task. 

I was at my apartment and my master ordered me to take off all of my clothes. I stripped obediently. First my shirt, then my jeans, followed by my white, lacy bra. As my matching underwear fell to the floor, I responded, "I'm ready, Master." I was then ordered to browse through my e-mails and look at the various pictures I have of my master while he traveled to his destination. I was ordered to keep my hands off of my pussy, no matter how wet or horny I got. Mercifully, my master told me I could squeeze and fondle my ample tits while I looked at his pictures and awaited his next order. 

As I browsed his pictures I became more and more wet.

It was torturous to not be allowed to touch my throbbing, wet pussy, but I know that my master knows best. When my master finally messaged me again, he asked about my sopping wet pussy. I told him how bad it wanted to be touched. My master told me that I was to first send him a picture, and then I could rub my clit, but only my clit. I was allowed to rub until just before I came, then I was to stop and message him for further instructions. 

As I ran my hand down to my clit, thoughts of my master filled my mind, his pictures fresh and running through my head. I thought of every naughty thing he would do to me, his slave. It was very easy to get near to cumming. As I felt myself near the brink of orgasm, I rubbed my clit a few more times, then, just as I was about to cum, I stopped rubbing, my body shaking at the nearness of the most inexplicable pleasure, but not allowed to follow through. I messaged my master about my obedience and awaited my master's next instruction. 

My master then instructed me to put on my robe backwards so that my shapely ass was hanging out. He told me that no matter what, my robe was not allowed to close. He then instructed me to leave the safety of my room, and enter the areas of my apartment I share with two other people: one, a straight-laced girl, the other who keeps odd hours so it's never possible to predict when she will enter or leave the apartment. I was to go into each shared room of the apartment and take a picture of my uncovered ass to send to my master. Then I was to head out onto my ground level patio.

As I walked through my apartment, bare-assed, my excitement grew at the possibility of getting caught. I started in the kitchen, reaching behind me to take a picture. The pictures were hard to get, and I wanted to get good ones to please my master. The excitement grew with each passing moment. I submitted the first one to my master, who decided that my ass needed to be even more uncovered in the next picture. Obediently, I moved to the dining room and uncovered my ass even more. I took 5 pictures, each flash making me more wet, and picked the best one to send to my master. My master approved, and his approval excited me more. He then gave direct instructions for how the picture in my living room should look. I tried my hardest to get the picture he desired, but I could not. My master understood, but I wanted to please him so bad and I couldn't. I headed to the patio, in the hopes of performing his next task beyond his expectations. 

Once on the patio, I sent my master a message telling him I was ready for his instructions. When his next set of instructions arrived, I read them eagerly, excited at another chance to please my master. He told me to stand with my back against the patio railing, towards the parking lot, and other apartment buildings, and my front facing inside my apartment. I was to raise my robe in the front, and take a picture of me rubbing my clit, and then I was allowed to rub my clit until I came. I raised my robe and ran my hand to my clit, feeling just how soaking wet I was. I obediently took a picture for my master, then began to rub myself towards an orgasm. Unfortunately, the temperature was not conducive to cumming, and I had to message my master telling him I needed punished because I could not cum on the patio. 

My master then told me to go inside to the living room, to leave the blinds open, and to take off my robe. He told me to sit on the couch and start rubbing myself to the brink of orgasm, but that I was not allowed to cum because I could not cum on the patio. He ordered me to send him a picture of when I began my punishment and when I had finished my punishment. 

While I was rubbing myself during my punishment, I noticed the same car drive past my window three times. I informed my master, and he asked if I thought the male driver was lost or watching. I received this message as he drove by a fourth time and I saw him look straight at me. I sent back to my master that he was watching. My master asked if I liked that he was watching, and as he drove by a fifth time, I informed my master that I did enjoy it. My master then said that if I left the blinds open and let him watch, that I could cum. As I continued to stroke my soaking wet pussy towards cumming, I thought of my master fucking me as my new admirer watched. As I reached orgasm, my voyeur had passed by my window a total of seven times. I obediently took a picture of my pussy for my master, my juices now flowing down my thighs. 

My master then sent me my next set of instructions, I was to stand in front of my window, legs spread wide, with two fingers inside my pussy. My master informed me that I was not allowed to move those fingers until I gave him 10 good reasons why he should let me cum. I was to use the words naughty, slutty, displayed, show off, horny, slave and fuck. I began messaging my master reasons to let me cum, my fingers aching to move, but too obedient to do it. 

1.Every time I cum I think only of you master, I am your slave. Acceptable

2.My pussy is so wet, it would be easy to fuck me without lube. Unacceptable

3.Being on display is making me so horny I'm shaking. Acceptable

4.It would feel so naughty to cum in front of my new admirer. Acceptable

My voyeur passed by a total of 9 times, but stopped coming by at this point. 

5.I want to take more slutty pictures for you and cumming helps me be in the right mood. Acceptable

6.You know how much I like to show off, and cumming with the blinds open is the pinnacle of that. Acceptable

At this point my master told me a new set of instructions. I am to take my fingers out of my soaking pussy and re-insert them in me from behind. With these instructions, my mind can focus on nothing except my throbbing pussy, and my list of reasons begin to suffer. My master demands that I think faster and I force myself to focus on the task at hand and I resume my list, my juices flowing faster and heavier now. 

7.You would love to think of fucking me while I'm cumming. Acceptable

8.I want to do whatever naughty thing you tell me to. Acceptable

9.I want to give my master a mind-blowing orgasm at the thought of me cumming. Acceptable

10.I want this to be a night that my master, and my admirer, never forget. Acceptable

11.I want you to fuck me, not someone else, you, master. Acceptable

My master gives me another job. I am to press my tits up against the glass door to my patio and take a picture for him. I obediently take this picture and send it to him. He then gives me the permission to cum by moving the two fingers inside of me and using my other hand to rub my clit. 

By now, I am very tired and ask for permission to go to bed. My master allows me to go to bed knowing that he will be giving me punishment for doing so. 

And that was my evening of delicious fun, right up to my punishment for getting tired. When I awoke, I received the instructions to write this story, in the way I did, in my mailbox. This is why I adore my master. Now my pussy is just burning for attention after reliving it all in my mind, writing it down and thinking of all the people who will read about my adventure. So I will now get to enjoy the last part

of the order, by fucking myself with this hairbrush and rubbing my clit till I cum. Please check back for more stories in future, in which I will detail some of our other adventures, including some of what I made Z do for me when he was my slave. If I were to decide to order him to write one, then we'll submit it under the same nickname.



My Night



Do anything you want to me tonight – I'm yours to have

The night started out innocently enough. My wife of 22 years, Heidi, and I had settled into an oversized chair with some wine. Our two boys were in the playroom in the finished basement. We started to look for something to watch on TV until the boys were in bed.

It had actually been a few months since our last sexual encounter. Work, life and kids always seem to get in the way. Heidi sensed my pent up sexual angst and knew something had to give tonight. I had been all over her all day. It started the moment we woke up when I rolled over and started caressing her thighs. My hands quickly worked their way up to her breasts and we started to kiss. She reached down and grabbed my growing penis and slowly caressed and stroked it. My left hand found its way back to her pussy and I slowly moved my fingers around her lips before sliding two of them into her. Her nipples were getting hard now and just as I was about put one of them into my the pitter of little feet brought it to an abrupt end. 

This was the start to a day long tease in which the sexual tension kept building and building. All day long, every chance I got I would wrap my arms around her, grab her ass or get squeeze of her breasts through her shirt. 

Heidi has a great legs, a nice ass and perfectly shaped b-cup breasts with nipples that get nice and hard. Even in her mid-40's she looks fantastic, only about 5 or 10 pounds heavier than when we were married.  She has a beautiful face and eyes, and her mouth, well more on that later.

I could tell she was getting a little annoyed with me, but also aroused at the same time. Each time she pushed me away and whispered "stop, the kids will walk in any minute" she also had a sly smile on her face. A couple of times she rubbed my semi-hard cock through my pants and asked if I was going make it until later. At one point I cornered her in the kitchen and we had a passionate kiss that lasted for several minutes while our hands roamed each other's bodies. I slid my hand up her shirt and felt her soft breasts. Her nipples were growing rock hard and she moaned a bit. She slid her hand down my pants and stroked my penis until it got rock hard. Another minute of this and I would have cummed standing right there in the kitchen. Before that happened she again said not now, the kids are right down stairs.

After dinner I made sure the wine started flowing, and that's when we ended up on the chair. We had an old fashioned make out session that reminded me of our younger days before marriage and kids. The kisses were deep and long, with our tongues darting in and out each other's mouth. Our hands were roaming freely over each other's body. By this time she had changed into some more comfortable clothes, with no bra and elastic waist shorts. I had put on some loose fitting shorts with no underwear for easy access. My hands quickly founds her breasts and as I pushed her shirt up I was surprised she let me lick and suck them, what with the kids right downstairs. Her hands worked their way down my pants and she rubbed my dick and fondled my balls, which got me hard instantly. 

On about her fifth glass of wine Heidi said she was sorry we had gone so long without sex and told me it was my night. Anything I wanted she would do. Had I heard her right? Anything I asked? Are you sure? Absolutely, she said, I'm yours for the night to do anything you please with. Obviously after 22 years she knew me well enough to know what boundaries I wouldn't cross. 

Finally it was time to put the kids to bed. While this dampened the mood a bit, once we got back downstairs we picked up right where we left off, only a little more intense. I loved sucking on her tits and spent some time there before working my down her stomach and spreading her legs. Licking her inner thighs until I could feel the juices starting to flow before I dove in and licked her pussy up and down. I took her clit into my mouth and sucked on it. I could hear the soft moans as my tongue found its way into her pussy. My face was covered with her juices. After a few minutes I worked my back up to her breasts and then to her mouth. One of the many things I love about Heidi is that after eating her out she never hesitates to kiss me. 

She was really stroking my cock now with her hands and asked if I wanted her to suck on it. She does this in the sexiest voice, almost a little dirty, but with meaning. Heidi's cock sucking skills are tremendous, and she went right to work. First just teasing the head, and then slowly bringing her lips down the shaft. She would bob her head up and down several times, then abruptly stop and either lick the underside of my rock hard dick with her tongue, or put just the head into her mouth and swirl her tongue around it while sucking. She knew just how to get me to the brink and I was there. After several minutes I told her to stop or I was going to cum. She did and we kissed passionately again. 

After several more rounds of my enjoying her and then having her suck my dick she asked me what it was I wanted from her tonight. She was a little nervous this time, as the last two times I was eating her I slid a finger up to the edge of her ass, and actually worked my tongue down there a few times as well. She thought I wanted to fuck her in the ass, something we had never done before. 

I asked her again if she was sure about this and she assured me she was. Well, I said, tonight I want to cum in your mouth. She seemed a little surprised, but readily agreed. She immediately went to work on my dick. After a few minutes I told her we needed to switch positions as I wanted to be on top of her and fuck her mouth. We made the switch and I had a birds eye view of her beautiful face as I slid the head of my dick into her mouth. I plunged in and out of her mouth, each time stuffing a little more of my dick into her mouth. Several times the head of my dick found the back of her throat as she took it all. I was in blow job heaven. 

Even with me in control, Heidi still gave an incredible blowjob. Never once pushing me away and still swirling her tongue around my head every chance she got. Two or three minutes of this was all I could stand and I warned her I was ready to cum. She didn't miss a beat as I thrusted into her mouth one last time and unleashed spurt after spurt of gooey cum. She kept me in her mouth until I was finished and then got up, mumbled something about it tasting bad, ran into the kitchen and spit out into the sink. When she came back I thanked her for doing that. Her only comment was that she didn't like keeping in it her mouth so long so next time she would just swallow it. She then wrapped her arms around me, told me she loved and gave me a very passionate kiss.

Next time can't come soon enough.

Samsmith468



My Night



"Bend over," I told her.

Dutifully she complied, placing her hands on the bed for support.

I admired the rounded shape hidden beneath the tight jean shorts, her bare legs stretching down to heel-clad feet. It wasn't bad, not what I had expected after seeing her in the bar with her friends, but not bad. Her twenty-something age was the perfect age to taste forbidden fruit.

"Take them off, leave the heels," I instructed.

She stood upright and looked at me, a hint of concern in her eyes which quickly faded when she undid the button to her shorts, watching me as she shimmied out of the clothes.

"Now on the bed, all fours."

"I thought. . ."

"On the bed, all fours," were my only words.

She spun and climbed on to the bed, her feet hanging over the edge.

"Put your head down, ass up."

She turned her head to look at me, pushing her dirty blonde hair behind an ear then lowered herself, her ass lifting as she did, the loose tank top she wore sliding partially down her back.

Tonight was the night. I was old enough, dammit. What happens in my bedroom is no one else's business. You only live once, and all that crap.

We each had a glass of wine when we got back to my place, this on top of whatever we had while at the bar, my initial nervousness when talking to her giving way after I decided tonight was the night.

She quietly followed me to my car, sliding into the passenger seat and remaining silent on the way home. Only once did I reach over and place my hand on her knee, her body stiffening when I slid it down the inside of her supple thigh.

Now, I gazed at her bent form, noticing she was completely smooth. Stepping forward, I ran my hand over her bare skin, gently kneading her, a few light exhales escaping her lips but nothing more.

It felt different, my hand on someone else's ball sack, the texture almost perfectly smooth, the fine tips of shaven hairs adding to the tantalizing sensation.

Without thought I reached down and firmly grasped her cock, holding still as I came to grips, as it were, with holding a dick other than my own. Its size didn't matter to me, only that like her balls, it was smooth. Circling my fingers about its shaft, I pulled on it, almost milking her, remembering what it felt like when I did it.

She shifted her knees wider, her back sloping down while I played with her.

"Have you done this before?" I asked, my hand rhythmically tugging her.

"Only a few," she said.

"So you're not a virgin?"

"No."

This was good. Though I was the virgin, she didn't have that much more experience so any awkwardness would be split almost evenly between us.

Her dick had begun to swell and lengthen, my own excitement rising in equal measure as I felt her grow in my hand. However, I didn't want her to be too excited, not yet, and relinquished my hold. Kneeling, I placed my hands on the back of her thighs, her shaved sack in line with my face and I took a long look at her pink-tinged skin.

I wasn't sure what I was expecting but it looked like every other shaved sack I had seen in countless pictures. I watched it move, her body automatically readjusting itself now that it was no longer being stimulated.

Leaning in, I pressed my lips to her skin, feeling the odd combination of warm softness, smelling the hint of musk. I licked her, dragging my tongue over her a few times, an airy gasp heard up front but nothing else.

Hearing her react to me allowed me to go further, carefully taking a ball between my lips and pull it into my mouth then letting it snap back into position. Her moan this time was louder, her body moving forward before settling back to my face.

Using the tip of my tongue I licked her some more, alternately slobbering over each ball and digging into her loose skin. Over and over I licked her, reaching down to the base of her shaft but never quite touching it. Not yet.

All the thoughts of what I would do in such a situation came back to me and I stood, telling her not to move. Going to my bathroom, I retrieved a tube of lube and a hand towel, returning to find her playing with herself.

"Let go," I told her.

Her hand released her swollen cock, sliding back into place to steady herself while she awaited what was to come.

I didn't bother to tell her what I was going to do. She would find out soon enough and know immediately what I had in mind. Placing a large blob of lube on my finger, I stood beside her, placed one hand on her ass cheek and pulled it to the side. With my lubed finger I rimmed her puckered hole, coating her with the clear gel before pressing against her and pushing my finger inside.

She grunted, her anal muscles clamping tight around me, deep breaths taken to help adjust to the sudden intrusion. I gave her time to relax, twisting my finger side to side but not penetrating any deeper.

"Does this feel good?" I asked her.

"Uh huh," was her halting answer.

My finger felt warm and I curled it, tickling her as it were, watching her reaction when I touched her.

"Deeper?" was all I asked.

"Yes," she breathed, her ass pressing back to take more of me into her.

With slippery ease my finger embedded itself in her hole, she continuing to push against me until the webbing of my hand was pressed firmly against her. Rocking forward, my finger partially reappeared then disappeared when she again moved towards me.

"Let me do it," I told her. Pulling my finger back, I used it to fuck her, straight in, straight out, keeping a steady pace.

Her breaths grew heavier the longer I continued, her ass bouncing against my hand, her enjoyment mine as well.

"Let go," I ordered when I saw her hand reach back to take hold of her swinging cock.

"But I. . ."

"Let. Go."

She did as I instructed but lifted on all fours, turning her head to glare at me though she didn't stop using my finger.

"Don't worry," I calmly told her, "you'll get yours."

With a brief smile she laid her back down on the bed, contented moans slipping from her mouth as I more roughly fucked her ass. I watched her dick swaying in time to our efforts, a small drop of precum glinting at the tip. For a moment I thought about taking hold and giving her what she wanted, to pump her and make her hard, but held off. Not yet.

"Deeper," she groaned, twisting herself to look at me with pleading blue eyes, her tank top now bunched around her shoulders.

Pressing my finger hard into her I saw her eyes roll back in her head, her mouth open and moaning, her body quivering while I maintained pressure. I wiggled my finger, her body jerking, an even louder moan filling the room.

Her sounds excited me, my hard dick straining against my pants.

Without notice I yanked my finger free so I could remove my clothes, again having to order her to not touch herself, smacking her ass to make my point when she initially didn't stop.

Applying lube to my swollen cockhead, I wiped my hands on the towel then stood behind her, placing my hands on the top of her ass to judge my position.

"Down," was all I said, watching her reposition herself. With one hand I took hold of my hardened cock, with the other I pulled her open, placed myself at her hole and pushed in.

The past several minutes of fucking my finger had loosened her sufficiently such that she swallowed my cock with ease, though she did moan even louder. Unlike my finger there was no slow build up, she was plenty ready. Holding her waist I fucked her, driving my cock deep, her ass bouncing off my hips when I did.

She didn't look at me, her head pointed forward, her hands clawing at the sheets while I used her for my pleasure. The tightness of her ass was wonderful, her muscles cinching nicely around my shaft to provide an exquisite friction. I developed a rhythm, wanting this to last, her needs not my concern at the moment.

I told her to move forward, letting my dick pop free from her then climbing on to the bed behind her.

"Raise your ass," I said, my eyes glued to the now worn hole presented to me.

Jamming myself back inside, her groan mixed with mine, my dick wanting to feel the joy of sliding in and out of her warm embrace. Now able to apply more force, I fucked her, her knees spread wide to steady herself, her exhales heard each time I bottomed out.

"Let me see your hand," I growled when I again saw her reach under her body.

"But I. . ." she pleaded.

Stopping, I yanked her arm free then leaned over so I could grab both her arms and pin them to the bed, immobilizing her.

I resumed fucking her, her stammered moans growing louder as my cock sawed at her ass. She felt good, really good, more than what I had expected it to feel like.

Harder I fucked her, burying myself deep, the sound of our bodies slapping together mixing with the creaking of the bed.

Her voice rose then let out a long drawn out moan, her arms trying to break free but held in place as I gripped them with more force. She gasped for air, her body twisting under me, her panted breaths short and sharp.

When she grew quiet I stopped and sat back, my cock still buried in her ass. I could feel the quivering of her muscles about my swollen shaft, the rise and fall of her chest unobstructed by her top.

"Take off your top," I told her, "there's no point having it on now."

It took her a moment to respond, momentarily struggling to pull herself free before getting up on all fours and leaning back enough so she could toss the last article of clothing, aside from her shoes, to the side.

"Come here," I quietly said, gently pulling her back to impale her on my still hard cock.

She did but I had to help her, wrapping an arm about her waist to hold her in place. Reaching between her legs, I carefully cupped her swollen sack then rubbed against it.

Leaning my head next to hers, I told her, "Almost done then you get yours, okay?"

She nodded though I saw her wince when I pressed my hand too roughly against her sack. Taking hold of her dick, I slid my fingers over its slightly engorged length, feeling a large drop of precum stick to my palm. I played with her, rolling her in my hand, looking over her shoulder to see her once again swell.

I wasn't being intentionally mean, only experiencing all that I could, to enjoy this night to its fullest.

"One more time," I whispered, then gently leaned her forward until she was again on all fours. Her head hung down, her body mine to use, this time for both of us.

Starting slowly to regain my rhythm, I soon settled into my preferred pace, her body responding by once again rocking back and forth though not as forcefully as before. I could hear her taking deep breaths once again, a contented coo slipped in now and then, her head turning towards me, this time with a look of determination.

"Come on, fuck me," she said, pushing herself back.

Despite everything she wanted me to cum inside her, to feel the warm streams coat her walls, to hear my cries of sexual delight. She worked with me, clamping her ass about my shaft or relaxing so I slid easily in and out.

"Oh yeah, that feels good," she purred while watching me fuck her.

It did feel good, my cock hard with arousal while it pistoned in and out. My pace increased, my need to cum becoming difficult to hold back.

"Let it go," she said. "I want to feel you cum."

Now it was my turn to breathe heavily, my body growing tense as the moment approached. She moved her hips in circles, increasing the intensity when my dick swirled inside her. My heart thudded in my chest, hands held tight to her waist, my cock rapidly flashing in and out of her well used hole.

With a painful explosion I shot my cum into her, my moans louder than hers had been, my body contracting everywhere at once to dump my balls into her waiting ass. My cum lubricated her further, my dick now free to slide in and out at will, my cockhead repeatedly compressed with sublime pressure when it pushed passed her anal ring which only served to drive me into a frenzy of fucking.

Almost violently I drove myself into her, bottoming out several times while her hole sucked me dry. She braced herself against the bed, her encouraging words now turned into enlivened moans, her body once again feeling the tingling embrace of her anal orgasm.

With long, deep thrusts I continued, pushing her forward on the bed, her body jerking with each blow.

All too soon it was over, my cock held hard by her muscles which refused to let me go. She squeezed against me, eliciting another moan from me, turning to smile when she did it again.

"Feel good?" she asked, clenching down to hold me tight.

I nodded, accompanied by a happy smile, lightly patting her ass which she wiggled in response.

Carefully I withdrew from her, my dick swollen and throbbing, and made my way to the bathroom to clean up, returning a short time later to find her lying face down on the bed, her head resting on her crossed arms.

"Get cleaned up," I told her. "It's your turn."

She lifted her head and grinned, almost jumping from the bed with delight.

As I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, I wondered about what was to happen next. Though I had thought about it, and had taken the first tentative steps, this would be the real thing. I had no idea what to expect other than when it had been done to me.

She reappeared a short time later, a happy smile gracing her face, hopping into bed next to me. I looked over to see her dick lying between her legs, its sight now tempting me in my lethargic state.

Sitting up, I asked, "How do you want me to do this?"

"However you want," she casually replied, making no movement to indicate a preference.

I pondered for a moment then asked her to sit up on her knees. Rising, she looked down at me, watching my hand reach out to take hold of her dick, playing with her until I told her to lie down. Waiting until she had made herself comfortable, I lay on my side next to her and reached under to cup her balls.

They felt heavy, filled with all that built up cum, her skin more taut then before. I took my time sliding my hand across her bare skin then her dick which grew in size at my touch. Wrapping my hand about her, I gingerly pumped her, bringing her to full hardness in short order so excitable was she at this point.

Moving my hand down I again rubbed her balls, her legs spreading wider to relieve the ache which I knew she felt. I saw her dick twitch, its pink skin pulled tight, and without thought leaned down to take her in my mouth. I cradled her for several moments, tasting that warm, hard cock, her musky scent more pronounced, a hint of saltiness evident which quickly faded when my mouth watered.

I couldn't see the expression on her face but I could hear her satisfied moan, her hand coming to rest on my shoulder. Pressing my lips tighter, I lifted my head so her cock almost fell out, then lowered my head to take more of her inside, repeating this while dragging my lips across her shaft.

She moaned, her sounds arousing me to further action. I rubbed her balls and sucked on her cock, feeling the contours of its shape ripple across my lips when I bobbed my head in her lap.

"That feels good," she cooed, pressing her hand more firmly between my shoulders.

I slid my lips over her cockhead, her hips jerking at the light touch it received when I moved clear. Several times I flicked my tongue against the quivering cock, her body squirming while I tormented her. Now that I had my first taste, I wanted to do more.

I lay flat between her legs, my face hovering over her engorged cock. Pressing her thighs apart, I licked her swollen sack, her hips trying to rise to meet my touch, her pleasure moaned for both to hear. Upwards I went, my tongue licking the length of her shaft, her cock twitching at my touch.

Opening my mouth, I engulfed her, my head moving up and down to caress her hardness, taking my time to enjoy her. This wasn't anything like I thought it would be, the act of giving her joy, my mind focused on the dick sliding in and out of my mouth. Though my jaw started to ache I continued to suck, altering how firmly my lips wrapped around her. 

Her hips moved upwards, forcing her cock into my mouth, my head snapping back the first time it happened then letting her do what she wanted for a short time. The sensation of having my face fucked was different compared to when I was doing it, someone else taking control freeing me to relish the act more fully.

As pleasant as this was, I wanted more. Yanking my head free, I sat up and told her to get off the bed. Confused, she did what I asked and in short order I was kneeling before her with my back to the wall. Taking hold of her cock, I held it steady then sank my mouth over it, pushing her deeper than before, pushing myself to do more. I forced myself to relax, letting her cockhead touch the back of my throat but no more.

She moaned, her hands grasping my head to hold me in place. I knew what she wanted and didn't fight it. She had waited long enough.

Her hips thrust forward, the cock repeatedly plunging in and out of my mouth whether I wanted it or not. I could hear her breaths growing stronger, her cock flashing faster as her pace increased. I mentally prepared myself as the now staggered breaths attested to the closeness of the inevitable. I heard her labored breaths grow short and sharp, her hips bucking faster as the seconds ticked by. I looked up to see her looking at me, her jaw clenched while she frantically pumped her hips.

It was then I felt her cock surge in my mouth, the taste of her salty seed unlike anything I had before. Stream after stream gushed forth, her spurting cock pulsing between my lips while I drank from her, my head held firmly in place as her cock dove between my lips. I swallowed to clear my mouth, the hard cock relentlessly shooting cum down my throat, slurping and gobbling while I was used for someone else's pleasure.

With several loud groans and powerful thrusts of her hips her cock was yanked from my mouth then roughly shoved back in, the cock head compressing when it popped in and out between my lips. I tried to suck on it, thwarted as her cock pistoned back and forth, her heavy breaths filling the room.

Her pace slowed, her movements becoming less forceful but she continued to hold my head, the taste of her cum all encompassing while I swirled my tongue around her softening shaft. She groaned at my touch, holding still while I gently sucked on her, the softness of the skin in sharp contrast to how tight it was moments before, until she gingerly pulled her flaccid dick free.

Neither said anything, she unable to while she caught her breath and me not knowing what could be said. She moved away from me and fell backwards on to the bed, her body perfectly relaxed and unmoving. I left to get a drink, returning to find her in the same position.

"You okay?" I asked.

She nodded, a grin crossing her face then turning into a wide smile.

"Get cleaned up," I told her, "I'll take you back."

When I dropped her off where things had begun she thanked me, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.

"If you like," I said, "we can do this again. Two weeks?"

"Okay," was her soft reply.

"And bring a friend. A cute one."

** END **



My Night As A Cum Slut Slave



I do not consider myself gay but definitely bi. I prefer women but have recently become a cumslut craving cum to cover my body.

I had been emailing with a couple who was going to be traveling to the town I live in. They were both bi and she was dominant. It was exactly what I was looking for. 

We all met at a local seedy bar and as soon as I sat in the corner booth with Maria and her hubby Joe and the 2 bi guys(Jeff & Ben) that they had met up with earlier in the day. Maria said to me "Slut, get under the table and suck Joe's cock. I was shocked but did as told because I love being told what to do. I pulled his cock out of his shorts and sucked his 8" cock. I heard a waitress come by and I hoped she couldn't see me. Then I heard Maria say you better bring a drink for our slutty slave boy who is under the table. I was pushed off Jeff's cock and told to suck each of the other 2 guys. First was Jeff who was about my size (7") and I could deep throat him and then next was Ben who was 6" or so. Maria then ordered me out and it turned out as I was climbing out the waitress was bringing the drinks. The waitress had a smirk on her face and I had a huge hard on in my shorts. I tried to sit down and when I couldn't do that I tried to cover it but Maria ordered me to stand there. I was so embarrassed but very turned on. I finally was allowed to sit down and have my drink but Maria told me to rub myself enough to keep it hard.

We left there to go to their hotel suite in a local big hotel. While in the cab with Maria and Joe for the short ride, she told me to continue to stroke myself and we walked into hotel with my hard cock poking at the front of my shorts. I heard gasps and saw people pointing and all that made me blush but also harder.

We finally got to their room and I was ordered to undress and get them all drinks. I did as I was told. I was so turned on my cock was staying rock hard and dripping pre cum. Then I was slutty slave boy again as they all got undressed. They tied me to the bed, put on a blindfold and Joe straddled my face. I licked his balls and ass and then sucked him hard. He climbed off of me and he started to fuck Maria right next me and then Jeff puts on a condom and lubes my ass. I feel his cock press against me and slowly enters. Once in he starts fucking me hard while Ben climbs up and presses his ass in my face. I lick his shaved ass while Jeff keeps fucking me. I hear Maria moaning and she yells for Ben to get off of my face. Then Joe climbs up and shoots his cum into my mouth and on face and hair.

Between Jeff fucking me and the cum in my face I am close to cumming and no one is even touching my cock. I am sucking Joe's cock back to life and he climbs off as Jeff announces he is going to cum. Jeff pulls out and climbs onto my chest and shoots his cum on my face, mouth and hair. Joe's 8" thick cock is stretching me out and it is one of the biggest things I have ever had in my ass. I feel full but I love it when he starts to pound me. I feel Maria roll a condom on my cock while I suck all the cum out of Jeff's cock. Amazingly he stayed hard after cumming. I thought Maria was going to fuck me but instead she starts smacking my hard cock and balls with her palm. It is enough with the fucking and sucking I am doing to cause me to shoot into the condom. I feel her peel off the condom and then she pours my cum over my mouth and face while I continue to suck Joe's hard cock. Jeff pulls out of my ass and moves up to cum on my face while Joe moves down to fuck my ass again.

I feel like such a slut but my cock that just came is already hard again. After Jeff cums on my face, Joe pulls out to fuck Maria right next to me and Ben who was fucking Maria cums over to fuck my ass. Of course his cock is much smaller but it seems to hit my prostate better and man does it feel good. Both He and Jeff come up to face at the same time and cum more on face mouth and hair. I feel like there are gallons of cum drying on my face. 

There is a knock at the door and they let in a room service guy. He is shocked when he sees us all naked and sees me tied up and covered in cum. Maria then asks if she could suck him and then make him cum on her slaves face. He agrees and she sucks him and then strokes him until he shoots on my sticky face.

They all take a shower and then they untie me and give me my clothes. I am not allowed to clean up except what isn't dry I can eat off my face.  Partially dried and cold cum doesn't taste as good but I want to get as much off as I can. I get dressed and follow them downstairs to a cab. I feel like everyone is looking at me but I am pretty sure it would be hard to tell what is on my face. I do know that smell of cum and my hair has dried clumps of cum.

We get in a cab and we go to an Adult bookstore recommended by the cab driver. We go into the theater and there are about 10 guys in there. They all get excited seeing a woman but she tells them she will jack them off but only if they agree to cum on my face. 8 guys agree and in about 15 minutes I have 8 guys cum on my face. As you can imagine, I have cum running off my face and onto my clothes.

We then left and I got dropped off back at my car covered in cum. I really enjoyed my slutty, submissive night. 



My Night as a Night Elf



"I promise you, honey, you'll love it." I said into the phone, as I continued to apply my makeup. "No, I'm not going to tell you what my costume is; you'll just have to wait and see." I put down my makeup kit, and looked at myself in the mirror. "I know you already told me that you're dressing up as an Undead, but I didn't force you to tell me; did I?" I adjusted my hair and said. "I've got to finish getting ready, honey, I'll be there soon." I placed the phone down and stood back to look at my work.

I was still naked, but the clothes were only a minor part of my costume anyways. I had just applied a layer on lavender body paint all over my body, with a darker tint artfully placed around my eyes and on my nipples. My lips and nails were now violet, like my hair, eyebrows, and the little tuft of public hair I kept trimmed just above my pussy, and I had put in contact lenses that made my eyes appear almost white. I had extensions added to the end of my eyebrows until they stood out well past the side of my head, and two large pointy ears that poked through my long hair. It had taken me the better part of the day to do it, but I was satisfied with my work.

My boyfriend Chris, a twenty year old college student, was a huge fan of the online game World of Warcraft; so I had decided to dress up like a character from the game, a Night Elf.

I walked over to the bed and looked at the clothes laid out before me; all of them purple. I picked up the tiny thong, and slipped it on; enjoying as the cold material pressed against my bare skin. I then put on the mini-skirt, which hung well below my naval; I had to adjust it so that it didn't reveal my pubic hair. I sat down and pulled on my boots, which were rimmed with dark purple feathers. The top was the most elaborate piece of clothing, and I made sure to be careful while putting it on, securing it across my chest with a tiny metal hook; I had to squeeze, and poke my breasts into the bra cups. I grabbed the gauntlets, and slid them on my forearms, tightening them.

Walking over to the mirror, I took another look, and couldn't even recognize myself. I'm pretty tall, about 5'10", and have a very athletic build; I spend a lot of time at the gym and in the pool. My breasts are not very large, but the top I wore pushed them up and made them look bigger. My best feature is my long shapely legs, which end in a tiny, little, bubble butt. I'm a thirty year old woman, and had started having an affair with this young man two years ago, when my, now, ex-husband, had introduced me to his freshmen class, at the annual dinner party his school throws at the start of the semester; in fact, I actually had sex with him that very night, in the garden. My ex-husband is ten years older than me, and had started to lose interest in sex; meanwhile, my sex drive had started to pick up, and masturbating just wasn't doing it for me. It wasn't long before, I had had enough, and filed for divorce.

That was eight months ago, and in the settlement, I had won the house, and a substantial alimony arrangement; this allowed me to live a very comfortable life. I didn't need to work anymore, and spent my time fulfilling my fantasies, and Chris' as well; which was what tonight was about. Tonight, at the Halloween party, we would, for the first time, try a little role-playing.

I walked to the front door, grabbed my trench coat and put it on; I didn't know if the night would get chilly, and I was going to walk the five blocks to the party. I stepped outside, and looked around; my neighborhood was always kind of quiet, even on Halloween. I turned down the street and started walking.

It was late, and the party had been going on for a couple of hours already; but it was a bunch of college kids, so I knew that the party would really only be picking up about the time I got there. It didn't take long for me to get there, and I could hear the music blasting from two blocks away. I approached the house, Chris' fraternity's, and could see that the party was in full swing; there were two boys passed out on the front lawn, a couple was making out on the porch, and several more kids were staggering home, already drunk.

I made my way into the party, weaving through all the drunken college kids, and checking out the girls and their costumes. I was not overly impressed with what I saw, and part of me wanted to drop my coat right then and there to show them all up; but I hadn't done this for them, I had done it for Chris. I continued to wonder, searching for him, and eventually saw him in the back yard, talking to some of his friends.

He was wearing normal clothes, although they had all been ripped and frayed, so as to look old and tattered, and he had applied white paint to every visible part of skin on him. One of the things that turned me on about him was that he wasn't your typical techno-nerd, he was very athletic, and was on the school swim team; because of this, he shaved all, and I mean all, his body hair.

I headed outside, and worked my way around the edge of the party, until I was just within his line of sight. I dropped my coat onto a chair, and started walking straight towards him; never taking my eyes of him. I had made it about half way when he finally noticed me, and the look on his face was priceless. I walked right up to him, pushing through the group of friends he had been talking to, leaned into him, and whispered in his ear. "Meet me upstairs, in five minutes." With that said I turned around and walked back to collect my coat, before putting it on and heading back inside, where I made my way to the stairway, and headed up. When I got to his door, I reached in my pocket, and took out the key that he had given me; I unlocked it and headed in, closing the door behind me and turning on the light. I walked over to the camcorder that we frequently used to film our little escapades, and turned it on; I wanted to record this so we could watch it later.

His room was not what you think a college kid's room would look like. There was no pile of dirty clothes on the floor, and the bed was properly made. His wall was not covered with pictures of supermodels, or porn stars, but instead with posters of great works of art. I removed my coat and draped it over the chair in the corner, then turned to face the door, and waited for him.

It wasn't long before he arrived, locking the door behind him. He turned to me and I started my performance before he could say anything.

"Oh dear, an Undead; what ever shall I do? I don't have any weapons to fight him off." I said as I backed up until my legs hit the edge of the bed. "Please, don't kill me. Do whatever you want to me, but spare my life." I made sure to sound scared and seductive at the same time.

He smiled and walked towards me until he was pressed right up against me. "Are you saying that you, a mighty Night Elf, are surrendering to me? You shall be my prisoner, and do anything I wish?" He put enough emphasis on the word 'anything' that I knew where he was going with it.

He had been hinting for several weeks that he would like to try anal sex, but was too shy to come right out and say it; one of his more endearing qualities. "I shall be your slave," I said as I reached down with my right hand and took his left hand. I brought it up to my mouth, where I liked his middle finger. I then brought it around behind me, and using my left hand to lift my skirt and pull my thong aside, and placed his middle finger against my asshole. I gave it a little nudge, and the tip slipped in. "and I shall do anything you wish, master."

"What would you have me do first?" I could tell that standing there, with his finger in my ass had him completely flustered, and I couldn't help but smile.

Despite the fact that he had been having an affair with a woman who was ten years older than him, and the wife of one of his professors, for two years, and the fact that we had been having sex, on almost a daily basis, he still had those moments of innocence; which turned me on, and made me want to do such dirty things with him.

"Perhaps, my master would like to see what he is getting? Maybe, a little show is called for?" I placed my left hand on his chest and pushed him back. I tipped my head to indicate the camcorder; he picked it up off the tripod, and continued filming. I started dancing for him; I saw his eyes open wide, as I started performing the dance that a Night Elf can do in the game.

After a couple of minutes, I removed my gauntlets, and tossed them aside. Then I turned to face him, reached up, unhooked my top, and held it in place; in one fluid motion, I slipped my top off, and let it drop to the ground. I swayed back and forth, shaking my breasts for him. I lifted up the sides of my skirt, hooked my thumbs in the waist band of my panties, and yanked them off. I picked them up with my right hand, sniffed them, twirled them on my index finger, and then tossed them towards him; he caught them with his free hand, and took a prolonged sniff.

I lifted the front of my skirt briefly, just long enough to let him see how complete of a job I had done with my costume, before turning my back to him. I loosened the fastenings on the skirt, and swung my hips from side to side to encourage it to drop. I looked back over my shoulder, and shook my ass for him. I kicked the skirt aside, and walked over to my coat. I kept myself between him and my coat so that he couldn't see what I was doing. I kept my boots on the whole time, because I knew how much he would like it.

Still not facing him, I walked back to the bed, and leaned forward, until I was bent completely, and my hands were supporting me. I kept that pose for a few seconds, letting him get a good look at the ass he so desperately wanted to fuck. I then started to crawl on all fours on the bed, until I was at the far end. I slipped my right hand under the pillow, as I turned to sit down, facing him. I reached up with my left hand and started caressing my breasts; pinching, and twisting my nipples.

Eventually, I reached down with my left hand and pulled open my pussy, letting him see my pink insides, and how wet I was. I could tell that he had zoomed the camera in as much as he could; so I held it open for a good minute. While he was distracted, I brought out my right hand, and the object that I had retrieved from my coat. He zoomed out, and looked up when he heard my slurping; and saw me licking, and sucking on a purple vibrator. He had seen the collection of sex toys I had accumulated during my marriage, before; and, on occasion, we had even used some of them. I had no intention of using my hands and getting paint inside of me; unless it was his 'paint'.

When I determined that the vibrator was wet enough, I twisted the end, activating it, and pressed it against my clitoris; I had been so excited the whole day that I nearly came right then and there. I leaned back, knowing that he had zoomed in on my pussy again, and started the show.

Holding open my pussy with my left hand, I brought the vibrator down and slowly inserted it in my pussy; again, I had to struggle to not come. I got the vibrator, about four inches deep, before reversing directions; I started fucking myself with it. The way I had maneuvered myself on the bed, I had the pillow behind my head, so I could look down the length of my body, and watch him as he filmed me masturbating. I could feel myself building to climax, and could tell that it was going to be huge; my whole body started to tingle, my toes started to curl in my boots, my thighs quaked, and my eyes started to get wet.

I gave a little whimper of pleasure, just to get his attention, and when he looked up, and our eyes met, I let myself go and came; when watching the film later, I realized just how loud, and long, I had screamed. My whole body felt like it was burning and freezing at the same time, the only thing I could hear was my heart pounding, trying to burst out of my chest, and my eyes were shedding tears of pleasure, as I clamped them shut and saw the most beautiful colors running before me.

I have no idea how long before I came to my senses; but when I did, I found Chris, lying next to me stroking my hair. "Wow; that was awesome." He said.

I smiled up at him, tears still running down my checks, "That's what happens when I want something so bad, and have to wait that long."

"Well, that was one amazing show you put on."

"That was but to show my master, what he was getting." I said, getting back to my performance. There was no way I was going to let the night end now; I had plans. "Perhaps, my master would want me to see to him, while I rest up?"

Before he could say anything, I had already grabbed his cock through his loose pants. I sat up and pushed him onto his back, then I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, which was already rock hard. I looked at his cock, and felt a yearning building, deep inside me. I knew it was about average size and length, no bigger than my ex-husbands; but the fact that he shaved all his body hair, made it look bigger and longer. I leaned down and started licking it; running my tongue all the way from the tip, to the spot between his balls and ass, and back again. When I got back to the top, I opened my mouth and slid his cock into it; I started sucking on it while rolling my tongue around his head. Every few strokes, I would pull it out and lick it again, occasionally licking or sucking on his balls.

The entire time I was giving him head, I was looking into the camera as it sat on his chest; knowing, from experience, how hot it would look on film. He had started out watching me, but now had his head back and his eyes closed; a sign that he was close to cumming. When I felt his body tense, I pulled his cock out and placed the tip in my open mouth, while I jerked him a few more times; he shot his load right onto my tongue, and some of it spilled out the corner of my mouth and onto my hand.

When he was done, he looked up at me; I showed him that his cum was on my tongue, before closing my mouth and swallowing it. I then licked the cum off my hand, and swallowed that as well. I stood up and walked over to his tiny bathroom, where I rinsed out my mouth, and gargled; I wouldn't expect a man to want to kiss me after he had just came in my mouth and watched me swallow. It was a pretty common routine, and he learned early on that I wasn't offended.

I returned to find him completely naked, and already, he was starting to get hard again; I guess that I really hit it on the nose with this little fantasy of his. I stopped just out of arms reach, and stood there. "What would my master have me do next?" I asked.

He patted the bed next to him and said, "Your master would like to repay the favor."

I stayed where I was and said, "But I am your slave, there is no need to repay anything. I am yours to do with as you please."

He smiled at me and said, "But it would please me, to repay the favor."

I had always known he enjoyed eating pussy, but had always thought that he only did it so often because he felt obliged since I was always giving him head. The smile he had on his face now told me that he didn't do it because he felt obliged, but because he genuinely loved it.

I approached the bed and reached for a pillow, but was stopped by him, as he grabbed my arms, pulled me down on top of him, and kissed me fiercely; the way his tongue danced around in my mouth, started the heat rising between my legs. When we stopped kissing I placed a pillow behind my hips, to raise them higher for him, and spread my legs.

He stood up and placed the camera back on the tripod, making sure it was positioned properly to catch the action. Then he crawled up between my legs, and started kissing my thighs; every kiss, sent a jolt of lightening up my legs and increased the heat inside me. When he finally got to my pussy, he continued to tease me, by kissing either side, or the outside lips. Eventually I had had enough, and when he leaned in to kiss it one more time, I spread my legs a little wider, splitting open my pussy, and bucked up to meet his face; forcing his lips in between mine. He understood that I had had enough teasing, and got down to eating me out properly.

After two years of doing it, he knew exactly how to touch me and where. He licked or sucked my clitoris, and tongue fucked me when it was needed; all the while, licking the full length of my pussy. I could already feel myself approaching climax, and placed my left hand on his head to signal him; he knew just what to do. He clamped down on my clitoris, and sucked away, while he stuck two fingers deep inside me and massaged my g-spot; something I had showed him how to do. It wasn't long before I came for a second time that night, not as violent as the first one, but I knew that another would be coming soon; sure enough, I had another even before the first one was finished. I came three more times in the next five minutes, before he finally stopped.

He crawled on top of me, and we began kissing; I could feel his rock hard cock pressing against me. He sat up and reached for the camera; I knew he loved filming 'Point of View'. He pointed it down between my legs, grabbed his cock with his free hand, guided it towards my pussy, and inserted it; ramming it in all the way. I savored the sensation of having him inside me, bare; feeling like we had just become one single being, as our privates fit together like pieces of a puzzle. We had stopped using condoms when I had filed for divorce, and my only regret was that we hadn't stopped sooner. I waved my hand for him to wait, because I wanted to enjoy this feeling. Eventually, I closed my eyes and let him get back to the business of fucking me.

He began slowly, pulling almost completely out before ramming it all the way in again. His pace quickened, and his thrusts became shorter. I was accustomed to him, and knew that if I let him go he would finish in a few minutes; I couldn't allow that, seeing as he hadn't even gotten to do what he so desperately wanted to do. I started turning, even as he kept fucking me, and eventually managed to position myself on all fours; my years of gymnastics during my youth, giving me unnatural flexibility for a woman my age. I grabbed the vibrator, and started licking it again. When I was ready, I put my head down on the bed, reached behind my back, held my ass open with my left hand, and started inserting the vibrator in my ass with my right hand.

Even though I didn't want it to, my asshole resisted at first; only letting me put the very tip in. I decided to turn it on, and let the vibration massage my asshole; it wasn't long before I was able to slip a whole four inches in. I let the vibrator sit there for a while, as I began to enjoy the feeling of having something shoved up my ass. He had stopped fucking me this entire time, and kneeled there with his cock still inside me.

"Would my master like to take the ultimate treasure?" I said breathlessly.

"Yes I would." He said.

I pulled the vibrator out, and said, "Then by all means, proceed."

I had barely finished when I felt him pull out of my pussy, and press the tip of his cock against my asshole. The vibrator had done its job, and he slid in without much resistance. He pushed four inches in and stopped, "Why have you stopped master?" I asked.

He hesitated a little before answering, and he didn't do it in our little play acting voice. "Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

His concerns for me made my heart swell in my chest, and tears fall from my eyes. I looked back over my shoulder, and said in my regular voice. "It's okay; I'm getting used to it. Push it in further if you want."

"But you're crying." He said.

"Tears of joy, lover; tears of joy." I said.

He grabbed my hips with his left hand and slowly started fucking my ass, using only the four inches he had already inserted. I took the vibrator, still in my right hand, reached down between my legs, and shoved it all the way inside my pussy, while it was still on. I stroked my clitoris with my right hand, and used my left hand to massage my breasts. I was starting to enjoy it, and knew that all the extra work I was doing was what was helping.




My Night as a Night Elf



"My God, it's so tight." He said, as he started pumping faster and deeper.

"I'm glad my master is happy." I said, getting back to play acting. I could hear his breathing becoming louder, and knew that he was about to cum. I looked him in the eye and said, "I want my master to cum inside me."

Now that he knew it was okay to let go, he bore down, and thrust his whole cock deep inside me; on the forth thrust, he lost all control, and I could feel his cum shoot into my ass. He pumped it a few more times, trying to get every last drop inside me; at the same time, the work I was doing paid off, and I came.

When he finally pulled out, he collapsed on his side, beside me; the camera still in his right hand. I pulled out the vibrator, turned it off, and lay down next to him; he spooned me. We laid there for several minutes, breathing heavily. I could feel his cum starting to drip out of my ass, and smiled; we now had something new added to our repertoire.

I'm not sure when, but we eventually both fell asleep; naked, and him holding me in his arms.

THE END



My Night As A Whore



"Baby, I'm horny!"

You turn around say, "Okay whore; get your horny ass into our room!"

I run to our room and you follow behind me. You get there and violently strip away my clothes. You throw me onto the bed and say, "Okay whore, spread those legs and let your master see that juicy pussy!" 

I do as you tell me to and begin playing with myself. You see me and yell, "Stop it! Save some for me, I'm thirsty!" You move on top of me and say you're going to tease me, so I'm going to have to wait. You kiss my lips and begin moving lower, kissing and nibbling my nipples, making the nipples stiff and erect. You continue, you start kissing my stomach and tickle me, you then move down to my thighs, teasing me. I moan, unable to remain quiet any longer, yelling "Master..please...fuck me!"

"No whore! I'm thirsty! I'll fuck you when I'm good and ready!" 

You viciously bite my clit, making me moan at the sensation.

"That's right whore, you better fucking like this.."

You start licking at my pussy lips, teasing me. You insert your tongue into my pussy, moving your tongue inside me, licking up all of my juices.

"Whore, I'm thirsty!" you continue, "Your going to cum for me! But don't you worry, I'll help." You bite and suck my dripping lips, making me start to cum.

"Baby..ohhh!!! I'm cumming!...MORE! GIVE ME MORE!" You keep licking me, sucking me, biting me, and I continue cumming into your mouth. You stand up and I move to the edge of the bed, knowing what you want. I kiss you and begin to slowly move down to your raging hard cock. I begin licking all up and down your shaft, moaning as I put you in my mouth. You stop me, pushing me onto the bed. You move on top of me.

"Now whore, I will give you what you want. Spread your legs!" I do as I'm told and you immediately move your cock to my opening. You rub your cock against me, teasing the hell out of me. You love how I'm already moaning and thrust your dick into me nice and hard, exactly how I like it. You fuck me so hard that I never stop my moaning. You love hearing my screams and they just motivate you, turning you on even more. Your thrusts continue, and I begin to cum. "Yes whore! Cum for me!"

"Ahhh! Master! More! Fuck me harder!" You begin thrusting inside of me faster and harder than before. Both of us love what's happening and you begin cumming inside of me, as I cum once more. Once your done, you pullout and stand up. 

"Whore, come here and suck your masters cock!" I stand up and kiss you, then I get onto my knees and begin sucking your dick. "Oh yes whore! Suck it! Ohhh..yessss!..Make your master cum!" I continue sucking and begin rubbing your dick off with my hand. "Yes whore, show your master how much you appreciate that fucking you got." I start to deep throat you and you begin cumming in my mouth, and I swallow every bit of it. I jack you off until you're completely spent and my face is covered in your cum. You lay down, looking at me as I wipe your cum off of my face and lick my fingers clean. When I'm done, I get up and lay next to you. You kiss me and say, "Good whore, you made your master cum."

"So, my master isn't mad at me anymore?"

"No. But tomorrow I'm going to give you another fucking, and you will like every bit of it!"

"Yes, master." I kiss you and we fall asleep in each others arms. I dream of what happened that afternoon and begin moaning in my sleep. We both are woken up by my screams, as you wake I look into your eyes and stop. I move on top of you and begin to kiss you passionately. We make out, and I move down to your nice hard cock and I begin to deep throat you. I reach for the night table, and grab for my vibrator. I begin playing with myself, and you enjoy the sound of my moans. You love it when I moan, and I am doing plenty of it. We continue, and after a few minutes you begin to cum. I remove my vibrator, a move to where my pussy is right above your dick. I lower myself onto you and you thrust inside of me. I ride your dick nice and hard and you cum inside of me, me following soon after. I just lay on top of you and kiss you. "I love you."

"I love you too, whore" I laugh while we kiss. You remove your dick from my dripping pussy, and we fall asleep in each others arms, you holding me as I rest my body on your chest listening to the sound of your breathing.



My Night at Les Ms



I recall a trip I took to Chicago, it was 1977, almost 15 years ago, and my first unaccompanied business trip. I was 29 then, and my career was just taking off. My schedule called for three days of meetings and seminars. But, I had my own room, with my own king size bed, and I was looking forward to two evenings of uninterrupted privacy.

Almost six years had passed since I felt the touch of a woman. I hadn't acquired the skill of meeting other women, or in seduction. I lived in a small community, none of my friends had approached me, and I couldn't just come out and ask them. Not that there weren't women around who excited me! If they only knew what they did to me. There was a girl in my office just out of school, tall and lean. She wore simple suits and dresses, very tasteful, but I'd seen her in the ladies room, fixing her clothes, with the most sensuous lingerie. There were others too, even some of my neighbors, Enough to keep my pants wet and fingers busy all the time. I masturbated often, imaging it was the fingers of some woman I knew. I imagined her coming on to me, seducing me. Like in the videos my husband brought home. I fingered myself, alone or while my husband watched. Anxious for the day I'd meet my next female lover. 

I had just taken charge of our sales office, and the boss asked me to go to Chicago for further training. At the end of the first day of seminars, and a quiet dinner, I locked my hotel room door, kicked off my shoes, and propped some pillows up on the bed. I turned off all but the reading lamp over the bed and poured a glass of wine from the bottle I picked up in the lobby deli. I felt warm and secure as I stretched on the bed, admiring my long legs encased in sheer stockings. There were some very attractive women in the course I took that afternoon, and I examined them in my mind, their faces, their clothes, their bodies. I felt very sensuous, my body alive with growing passion, and I imagined what they might look like in sexual arousal, how they might touch themselves for pleasure, as I knew I would be doing soon. I'd brought some favorite magazines with me, as familiar as long time lovers, and equally satisfying. With photos of beautiful women, in various stages of undress, and sexual positions. Using fingers, tongues, toys. I lived in many of these pictures, especially the clothed, or partially clothed women, kissing, fondling, humping, bodies side by side, or one atop the other.

During a coffee break, I walked outside for some fresh air and saw a row of newspaper vending machines. One said "Singles Scene," and in smaller letters, " Articles, Personal Ads, and Adult Entertainment Listings." I had grabbed a copy and stashed it in my bag for later. I remembered it and fished it out, certain I would find something to add impetus to my growing sense of arousal. Flipping through the paper I saw an ad for a bar. It was a drawing of two women, facing each other, breast to breast, with their lips just touching. It said, "For women only, Les Ms." I looked at the street address and noticed it was right near my hotel. How exciting. I'd read about such places, but there were none I was familiar with. In my head I visualized this bar, where a woman might go to meet other women, in search of a prospective lover. Eyeing each other, dancing, flirting, touching. With this vision in my head, I felt the a pleasant warmth all over and dampness growing between my legs.

It was Wednesday night. I was staying till Friday. I reclined, sinking into the pillows, and looked at the drawing in the ad. This bar, Les Ms. A room filled with women, strangers. Gay? Bi? Would they be there otherwise? I got hotter. "What goes on in a place like that? Is it dangerous? Would I have the nerve to walk in there?" I found my fingers in my lap, stroking myself gently, through my skirt, my lace trimmed slip sliding against my panties. I slowly lifted the hem, caressing my thighs through the nylons. My fingers searched under my skirt. My panties, damp already, became saturated as I pressed the crotch into my labia. I dropped the paper, and rubbed the free hand over my breasts.

My eyes closed partly, and lost their focus. And I felt that I was on the dance floor, in the bar, with a lovely women in my arms. I opened my blouse, released the front hook of my bra, and pinched my firm nipples. The hand in my lap pulled the panties aside. I gently parted my lips, and entered myself with two fingers. They were quickly coated with my juices, and I drew them up to my clit, circling, teasing. I needed a quick release, I saw the bar, beautiful women, hot strangers acting out their lust. I rubbed the fingers in a circular motion, faster, harder. My body trembled, stiffened, and exploded as the urgent tension was released. I felt good, but I wanted so badly to feel a soft, feminine body under mine again. I pulled the bedding together in a heap, and rolled myself on top. I hugged the soft bundle to myself, and wrapped my legs around it, thrusting my pussy in fucking motions. My passion peaked again, and I stopped counting the times I came. When I looked at the clock it was 3 AM, and I found myself there in my clothes. On my belly, with the skirt hiked up around my hips, the bedclothes still balled up tightly between my legs. Soaking wet.

All day Thursday I couldn't stop thinking about it. Les Ms. I had another free night, my last. As I sat through the final seminar I found myself becoming damp again. I thought, "I could actually go there tonight, but would I have the nerve?" After the meeting broke, I had drinks, with my colleagues, in the lobby bar, two margaritas, three. Then fond goodbyes, hugs, and kisses. By myself again, my mind drifted back to the fantasy. Would this be another night of my own fingers, or perhaps, another woman's fingers? Les Ms.? What a naughty thought. Me, in a gay bar, surrounded by other women. There's a first time for everything? Right? I was so excited, and it was there, waiting, accessible. I ordered another drink. As I held the icy glass, temptation overcame anxiety.

I returned to my room. I felt turned on, excited. I was going on the make for the first time in many years. I started with nice hot shower. Like being single again, I was hot and free! I wondered what to wear. I hadn't planned for anything like this. What kind of outfit would attract attention, and feel sensuous? The best I found was a tailored suit, gray, with a jacket and slacks, Excellent for business, but cut with style, to wear in a man's environment, but it could be feminine, especially with soft lingerie underneath. Stockings first, and a garter belt. But tonight, no panties. Under the slacks, the stockings felt wonderful. The fine, soft material of the slacks against the cool nylon. And nothing covering my vagina, the seam of the slacks caressing my trimmed pubic hair, touching my sensitive lips. A nice white linen blouse, cut low, over my finest lace bra. low pumps. Single breasted jacket. My red hair swept back, over my shoulders. I studied myself in the full length mirror. Turned, and turned again. There were butterflies in my stomach.

I walked the few blocks on a well-lighted street and turned to walk halfway down a side street. The impression I had walking through the stained glass doors will remain with me always. The room was narrow, but it went far back. Along the right wall there was a bar, with maybe twenty stools, and a series of booths opposite, lining the left wall. The back bar was mirrored, bevelled, very ornate, with well stocked glass shelves. Three women were tending bar, dressed in hot pants, stockings, boots, and tank tops. Women were scattered at the bar, and in the booths in groups of twos, threes, fours. Mostly well dressed women, some casual, some in business clothes. A few very dressed provocatively, in tight jeans, low cut tops, boots. And a few whose clothes and manner identified them clearly as butch.

As I entered, I felt eyes on me. Some were just glancing at the newcomer, and returning to their companions. But others lingered, appraising me, a fresh face and body. I walked slowly rearward, between the bar and the booths. Women were chatting, gently touching one another. I felt some eyes follow me as I passed, looking from my red hair to my black heels, and back again. I looked closely at them. I found some very attractive. I returned their stares, and was stunned by the sensations that the eye contact, mutual and deliberate, caused in my nipples and between my legs.

At the end of the bar, the room opened up to the right. The bar made an L, with another group of stools, a dance floor, and still more booths in dim light beyond the floor. Along the left wall was a small stage, but it was empty. A jukebox played in the corner. A few couples were dancing. And others were visible through the smoky haze of the rear booths. 

While my eyes adjusted to the light, I asked a blonde bartender for a margarita. She delivered it, leaning across the bar, her nipples visible through her top. She said she knew almost everyone who came in, and asked if I was new in town. I explained my visit, and caught myself staring at her beautiful breasts. She noticed, smiled, said, "Have fun sweetheart," and turned away to fill another order. I took a sip of the drink, and focused my attention on the scene around me.

I'd gone out to my share of bars in college, and from that, I knew what a male's appraising stare felt like. His eyes making contact. And then mine, returning the contact, as an invitation. I'd been picked up, when I wanted to be. Not surprisingly, I had the same sensation here, and I wondered who, if anyone, might make a move to pick me up tonight. At the same time, I found many of the women around me decidedly attractive. I'd felt the same attraction many times before, in the gym, or at the beach, or even in my seminar. But these women were different, by walking through the same stained glass doors, they advertised their desire for the intimate company of other women. 

I studied the women around me. It seemed that nearer the front of the bar, women were primarily engaged in conversation. Further back, toward the dim dance floor, and even darker booths behind, the social interaction took on a more physical nature. I found my eyes riveted to the couples on the dance floor. Arms around each other, some openly caressing their partners through their clothes. In a booth, I saw two women, brunettes, one in pants, the other in a skirt and blouse, in an embrace, their lips pressed together in a passionate kiss. A tall young girl, with black hair and tight blue jeans danced with an elegant woman, whose long blonde hair and tasteful jewelry complemented her exquisite dress. The blonde's legs were parted, and as the two rocked together, the younger girl's thigh pressed into her most sensitive parts. 

Watching these women hardened my nipples. I felt them dragging against the lacy confines of my bra. And my bare pussy, dampening, caressed by the seam of my slacks as I sat with my legs together, rocking them from side to side in time with the music, fabric and nylon sensuously rubbing against each other, pulling the prominent seam from side to side.

So engrossed was I, in my voyeuristic trance, that I didn't notice the woman who took the adjacent stool until I felt her brush against me. She was a woman I had noticed earlier, standing at the bar when I walked in. A few inches taller than I, at about 5' 8," with her dark brown hair just touching her shoulder, and beautiful silver earrings and necklace. She wore a straight, black suede skirt, to just above the knee, and a loose, gray sweater. About my age, I guessed. I found her quite attractive. 

When I turned to look, she introduced herself. "I'm Jean," she said. "I saw you sitting by yourself and Gina, the bar girl, said you were from out of town, I thought I'd offer you some company."

"I'm Carol, I'm from New York," I replied, taking her outstretched hand in mine, and surprising myself, I continued, "Your company is just what I'd like right now."

Jean had an easy way about her. She explained that she was married, owned a nearby travel agency, and lived in the suburb of Glen Ellyn. Her husband was unaware that she had been involved with a woman after graduating college, and that she still desired the touch of a woman from time to time. To satisfy her needs, she developed the habit of stopping by Les Ms. some evenings, before going home. Her husband accepted the excuse of a late meeting. 

I felt myself the target of Jean's attention for the evening. She complimented my attire, and listened intently to my story. When she spoke, she touched my arm for emphasis, and while I was talking, her fingers trailed lightly over my thigh. I felt myself being seduced by this lovely woman, and I wondered where this would go. Jean paused to say hello to someone, so I lifted the glass to drain my drink and looked back at the couples on the dance floor. The young girl with the black hair had backed her partner, the elegant blonde, against the wall. In time with the music, the trapped blonde hunched her crotch against her partner's jeans! Right on the dance floor, fucking her leg with open abandon. Her eyes half open. Suddenly, I saw her stiffen, and I realized that she had climaxed!

Jean asked me to dance. She led, I could feel her body sway with the music. Even though she had to be on the 10:20 to Glen Ellyn that night, she whispered that I excited her, that she wanted me, I told her how she excited me too, but that this was a new scene to me. She said, "Relax, Carol, just let go," and pulled me against her. I felt the friction between our bodies through our clothes. I was so hot that if she wanted me right here it wouldn't matter. 

And perhaps she did, because her hands roamed over my body as we danced. Around my waist, under my jacket. She swayed against me, her hands sliding over my hips, up the side of my blouse, under my arms, along the edge of my breasts. Then she pulled me close again, applying pressure with her hand against my ass, so that my pussy rubbed against her thigh. I did likewise, drawing her against my own thigh, lifting her skirt in front for better contact. While we were locked like this, she bent her face to mine and brushed her full, soft lips against mine. I couldn't hold back, I devoured her lips with mine, forcing my tongue into her mouth, and intoxicated by her musky cologne. I brought my right hand up, behind her neck, and pulled her face closer, and with my left hand I clutched her breast through her sweater.

She must have been waiting for this evidence of my readiness, because she drew me back further, into the dimmer part of the dance floor. Around us, couples engaged in similar activity. It drove me crazy to be among these beautiful, hot women, with Jean in my arms. Jean reached down to the crotch of my slacks. I was not aware of how wet I'd become till she took my own hand and pressed it to the saturated fabric. She breathed, "Oh Carol, you're so hot, I want you to feel what you're doing to me honey." With that she took my hand and lifted her skirt. I felt her stockings, then bare skin. She wore open pantyhose, and no panties. I ran my fingers along her labia, gently parting the wet lips. When I reached her clit, she gasped. Then shoved her bare pussy against my left leg, pulling me to her in earnest, rubbing her clit on my slacks. I felt my slacks becoming wet at the point of contact. Remembering the couple I'd observed earlier, I pressed her back into the wall, and bent my left leg at the knee and hip so she could ride me. And ride she did, kissing me crazily, and pulling at my nipples until she was overtaken by a powerful orgasm. 

I couldn't believe what we had done, this beautiful woman and I. I reached down and felt myself, excited by the wet material of my slacks. As we stood there, kissing, her breath coming in short gasps, she said it was my turn. I was ready to repeat her performance, humping her leg. I'd have had no problem coming right in my pants, but she said no. She took my hand and led me back to the ladies room. As we entered the lounge, I saw myself in the a full length mirror, my blouse half out of my slacks, and the dampness visible as dark spots on the light gray fabric. In the mirror, another couple was visible. They were behind the door, kissing gently, and touching each other's breasts.

Jean led me through the lounge into a larger room with a vanity, two sinks, and four stools. A woman of about 40 sat on a stool fixing her makeup. There were four private stalls, each like a small room with a toilet and a vanity shelf at counter height. The stalls, and the entire room were beautifully finished, with soft carpet and tasteful pastel shades of gray, peach, and green. The doors to two of the stalls were closed, and Jean guided me into the last one on the right. As she closed the door, I looked past her and saw a smile on the other woman's face, and then the lock clicked. I leaned back against the shelf, and Jean stood facing me, about three feet away. 

The music was barely audible in the stall, and I could hear her deep breathing clearly. I traced my hands seductively down the sides of my breasts, over my hips, and brought them together at the junction of my legs. Jean moved toward me, and as she approached, her hands came up to caress my breasts. When just an arm's length away, she bent to her knees, drawing her hands down to cover mine. I felt my own knees buckle, and supported myself by resting my elbows on the shelf. I watched her open my belt and release the catch. My zipper clicked as she pulled it down, tooth by tooth. She lowered the pants to my ankles, leaving the garter belt in place, caressing my legs in the sheer nylons, then removed my shoes. I stepped out of the trouser legs so I could open my thighs to her, and she studied the shining labia surrounded by my close cropped red hair.

I needed her now, and I pulled her face against me. She devoured me hungrily, alternately sucking and licking my swollen lips and clit. Her hands clasped my legs, and I massaged my tits through my blouse and bra. I thrust my pelvis to her and rose up on the balls of my stockinged feet as I felt my excitement build. I tried to hold back, savoring the first woman's face I'd fucked in years, but she pushed me over the brink, and I spasmed violently as she drained my sopping cunt. 

When I relaxed, Jean rose and brought her face near mine. Her face glowed with my juices, and I smelled on her face the same aroma I'd enjoyed so much on my fingers. I kissed her lips, tasting myself to complete the pleasure. Returning to reality, Jean looked at her watch and said, "Shit, only 25 minutes to catch my damn train! You are incredible Carol." I said the feeling was mutual. She straightened her clothes as I pulled up my pants and stepped back into the shoes. 

I looked behind me and noticed that just one stall was occupied. The other three doors were open. Then I turned back toward the mirror. After redoing my face, and tucking my blouse into my slacks, I examined myself. "Does it show?," I asked. I felt the flush of post-sexual release, the glow, the warmth. But I didn't look different than any other woman on the street. Would anyone know? The women I'd seen this evening, could be any of the women I'd fantasized about, here, or at home. "I need to be more open to the possibilities around me." I realized happily. A sound interrupted my musing, a low moan, and I knew that it came from behind the closed stall door. "Have fun ladies," I thought as I rose, looking once more in the mirror. I touched the cool wet spot on my slacks once more, and walked out through the lounge to the bar.

When Jean left I returned to the bar. I caught several faces looking at me, not like before, hungrier. Many of the women around me were paired off by now, I noticed. But before I could take a seat, I saw Nancy enter. Of course I didn't know her name then, but I liked her looks. I stood back and watched her. She was about my height, with real long brunette hair and blue eyes. She looked a little older than me, maybe 40 or so, and was dressed in a very business-like suit, much like mine, but with a skirt. She had a briefcase flung over her shoulder, looking self-confident, and successful. To me, Nancy was the incarnation of the women I most often fantasized about. I wondered if she was available, or just meeting someone.




My Night at Les Ms



I was pleased to see that she took a seat alone and ordered a drink. No one approached her, I wanted to be the first. I stopped next to her and asked if she had the time. "10:15 ," she said, "Do you need to be somewhere?."

"No," I replied, "May I join you?"

I introduced myself. She did likewise and explained that she lived in Los Angeles, with another woman. She was gay. She practiced law, she explained, and her firm required her to spend a week or more at the Chicago office a month. The firm kept a room at another hotel near here for her use. 

"Come with me, Carol, let's take our drinks where we can be more comfortable," Nancy said, and led me to a plush booth in the rear. I slid in first and she followed. I didn't know if I were seductress, or seduced. Nancy said she found me very attractive and said she'd like to kiss me if she could. 

We faced each other and made love first with our eyes. Then our lips, then our hands. We sat very close. I touched her small, but firm breast through her blouse and felt the presence of a camisole, with no bra. Her nipple became hard almost immediately. I opened the top button, and reached my hand inside, rolling each nipple around in my fingers. This pushed her button, for she did the same to me and I felt my fever building. She was the first to move her hand lower. She said, "Damn, Carol, you're so fucking wet!" And I was, she was rooting her finger around, pushing her finger and my slacks into my soaking hole. I felt like I could come just like that. I pressed harder against her. She commanded, "Come arol, dance on my finger." And I felt the juices flowing down my ass, wetting even the velour of the booth, as she drove me over the edge!

Nancy continued to hold me close. I stroked her and lifted her skirt. I wanted to feel what she was like underneath. She was wearing a slip that matched the camisole, and pantyhose, without panties. The pantyhose slid over the lips of her pussy in her own sticky juices. I wet my fingers thoroughly through the sheer fabric of her hose and brought them to my lips, I tasted her and smelled her sweet aroma. My mind was reeling. Nancy said, "Not like this honey, can we go to your hotel room?"

In my room I poured two glasses of wine. The bed was turned down, Nancy sat on the edge. I walked before her and basked in the glow of her need. I touched myself, all over. She watched, her breath quite audible now. I gently pushed her onto her back, and asked her to slide up on the bed. I crawled up till I was lying on top of her, our breasts and hips pressed together. 

She pulled my face to her in a hot kiss, and I moved my hips over hers in a circular motion, feeling the lingerie sliding under me. She bucked her hips into mine, and I forced her legs apart so I could put my thigh against her cunt. I, too, parted my legs so I could get stimulation from her leg. I reached down and yanked her skirt above her pussy. She pushed me away so she could open her blouse, and I took advantage and opened mine, the bra too. I felt the soft satin of her camisole separating our nipples. It felt so good to be fucking her.

Nancy pleaded, "I want to feel your tongue on my clit!" I moved down her body until my face was facing her pussy. I ran my fingers over the sopping pantyhose, and inhaled her scent. Her musky aroma made my heart pound. I put my lips against her labia, and blew my warm breath at her through the sheer fabric of her hose. I rubbed the hose into her clit with my nose and mouth, and she rucked herself into me. "Inside, Carol. Please," she moaned, and I pulled the pantyhose from her in one quick motion. With my fingers, I spread her swollen lips, exposing her hard clitoris. She moaned again, "Please Carol!." Holding the lips apart, I lightly tongued her clit with rapid motion. When I felt her straining against me, I sucked her clit into my mouth and held it between my teeth. Her back arched, and I released her clit, and resumed oscillating my tongue over its inflamed tip. This gave her the lift she needed, and she came, bucking and smearing her juices all over my face.

She pulled me up to her, and kissed me, hungry to taste herself on me. I craved closer contact. As much as I love clothed sex, it was time to undress. I asked her to leave the cammy and slip. She asked me to leave the stockings and garter belt. Fair deal, I thought. She laid back again, and I got on top of her arranging my body so that my pussy contacted hers. I thrust my pelvis against her, while she held hers forward for me. She was turning on again. My fingers spread our slippery lips, and brought our clits into contact. Our faces kissed, and we whispered encouragement in each other's ears. I took her left breast into my mouth. I sucked on her nipple, and when it was rock hard, I bit gently. I let go and moved up over her, letting my tits brush across her lips. She stopped and gently pushed me up again. 

I watched her turn on the bed so that her legs faced mine, and she brought herself closer, with our legs scissoring each other's hips. When we were as close as we could get, I was hugging her left leg against my breasts, and she was hugging mine. In this position, our wet cunts were each nestled together. Her juices mixed with mine as we hugged and hunched. The friction of her hair, lips, and clit on mine was sufficient stimulation to consummate our lust, and we worked at it fervently! I could feel her leg in my arms stiffening, her toes pointing. I knew we were both getting close. She was bucking madly.

I came first, with a violent shudder. And my jerking spasms released her passion once more. We lay spent, shivering with gentle aftershocks. We were lying on the wet bedding, with our clothes draped on the adjacent chairs. Nancy turned to face me again, and pulled down the covers. I got under them, by her side, and we snuggled together to find a position with the greatest possible contact! 

In complete satisfaction, and a warm glow, we fell asleep until Nancy woke me with a kiss at about 6:30, and whispered that she had to leave. I watched her dress in the dim light, and I saw the florescent lamp of the bathroom when she used it to refresh her hair and makeup. When she was done, she gave me another long, gentle kiss, and said good night. I thanked her for her company and her tender loving. She kissed me again. Then she picked up her briefcase, and left the room, closing the door softly behind her. 

In the morning I packed to return home. I hoped my new position would lead to more trips, the freedom was refreshing. I packed my well used suit carefully on a hanger, with a plastic bag over it. I expected quite a welcome waiting for me at home, and I looked forward to arousing my husband, wearing the suit while I taunted him with the story of the newspaper, the bar, and my one night stands, Jean, and Nancy. 

That suit was never cleaned again. The scent on the slacks lingered, and I found myself refreshing it frequently, alone or with my husband. They were worn out about two years later, and had to be retired. The memory of Les Ms. will never be retired.



My Night at the Dance Club



It was a cool, late Friday night and the club was banging. There were people all over the dance floor getting down with the rhythmic beats of the up tempo blaring music.

I was standing in the corner drinking a Miller Lite when I saw a beautiful Asian girl in a short silky black skirt and tight, glittering, red open necked casual blouse. She had on a pair of shiny, black, long, stiletto heeled shoes, a black garter belt and silky black hose and was swaying wildly to the crazy beat of the music. 

Her long black hair was wildly dancing on her head and her medium sized breasts were bouncing crazily as she got down to the music.

I could see the sensual smile on her plump cherry hued lips and the dazzling fire in her seductive brown eyes. Her slim body and tight little round ass were bumping and grinding awash in the bright neon lights. 

She was very alluring to me as she dipped, swayed and jiggled all over the place. Finally the song ended and she sashayed wearily to her table next to where I was standing and gulped her Pina Colada. 

I gazed at her with a twinkle in my blue eyes and mentioned to her that she was an amazing dancer and that I wished that I had some rhythm like that. 

She gave me a wink and said that she'd been dancing for years, and that it was second nature to her. She asked me if I came here often and I told her that I came on occasion. I noticed that her glass was empty and offered to buy her another drink and she accepted. 

I got the attention of the server and ordered another beer and got another Pina Colada for her. 

When the drinks arrived she introduced herself telling me that her name was Kimiko. I told her my name's Don and that I was pleased to meet her. 

We got to talking about this and that and she told me that she needed a partner to dance with for the night and asked me if I'd join her on the dance floor when the next song came on. I told her I wasn't a very good dancer, but she smiled and said I'll make you look good darling. 

I smiled at her and said ok I'll give it a shot. 

We talked a little longer before the music began playing. I was relieved that it was a slow love song so I wouldn't look so bad when I danced with her. 

Kimiko grabbed my hand and said let's go dance the night away, so off to the dance floor we went. 

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me close holding me tightly as she pressed her tits against my chest and ground her groin into mine as we began to sway slowly around the floor to the music. 

When the slow song ended a fast up tempo beat song began to play. Kimiko let me go and we started crazily to the new song.  

She was swinging her hair around, swaying her hips like a wild child and rubbing against me to the beat as I tried to keep up. Pretty soon she slid down my body letting me feel her tits as she brushed them against my chest and down my body and I could feel her lips on me as she kissed my chest while running her hands all over my back and over my ass.  

We danced wildly like that for several minutes until the song ended. We smiled at each other as the next song came on and began to dance. We danced and swayed erotically to the fast song. 

We shared a sensual kiss as we pressed our bodies against one another and tightly held on to each other and made out as we began to move as one to the fast beat of the music. We danced to several more songs then headed back to her table and had a drink and talked some more. Kimiko finally said that we should get out of there and find something more fun to do as she gave me a seductive little wink and a sexy smile. 

We got up and as we headed outside arm in arm she asked me where my car was parked because we'd have to take it as she'd taken a cab to the club. I walked her slowly to my little sports car and opened the door for her and gave her a little kiss before getting in myself. 

I asked her where she wanted to go and she smiled impishly at me and said your place. I told her it would take us a little bit to get there from here. Kimiko smiled and said that's ok we've got all night. She rolled the window down as we got on the highway and headed to my little house just outside of town.

As I drove she stuck her head out the window letting her long black hair blow in the wind as she smiled happily. 

I turned on the radio and found a station playing some older music and she began to sensually wriggle around in her seat to Against the Wind by Bob Seger. She told me that it was one of her favorite songs, giggled at me as she played with her hair and tossed her shoes off. After about 15 minutes we got to my little place and pulled into the drive. 

Kimiko put her shoes back on as we walked up to my porch and before I could open the door she reached up and pulled my face to hers and gave me a long, slow tongue twisting French kiss as she ran her hands wildly and passionately over my back and pulled me close, pressing her body against mine, and began to writhe against me. 

We held the kiss for several minutes before Kimiko released me and let me open the door. I let her into the living room and turned on a lamp, keeping the room dimly lit. 

I told her to have a seat and that I'd be right back and walked to the bathroom. When I came back she was partially undressed and standing beside the couch in nothing but a silky black bra and panties attached to a sexy little pair of black garter belts, hose, and her stiletto shoes. She stood there smiling at me slowly running her hands over her body.

I took her into my arms and began to passionately kiss her. I pulled her close and ran my hands over her back down to her tight little ass and began to caress it while she pressed herself against me. 

As we kissed Kimiko began to rub my groin and softly moan as she got more turned on. I pulled away from her then picked her up and carried her into my bedroom and laid her on the silky black sheets of my bed. 

She looked so sexy lying there with her long hair all fanned out on the pillow so I slid in beside her and began kissing her body from head to toe then I lifted her off of the bed and slowly removed her bra and began to kiss her breasts and lick her nipples as I ran my hands down her back. Kimiko moaned then wrapped her arms around me and held onto me as I kissed and caressed her all over.  

Finally I worked my way to her legs and began to run them up and down feeling the silky softness of her garters and silk hose as I began to kiss her warm, wet pussy. I ran my tongue slowly up and down her long, thin clit, allowing my tongue to just slide into her. 

Then I turned her around and gently sucked on her ass cheeks as I caressed them as Kimiko moaned and bent over spreading her legs revealing her tight little asshole. I rimmed her then slid my tongue into her tight hole and worked my tongue in and out of her slowly. 

After working her ass for awhile I stood up and pushed Kimiko onto her back, slid on top of her and began to kiss her eye lids, lips and forehead then worked my lips down to her throat and kissed it gently before working my way to her shoulders as I caressed her body. 

Then I began to kiss my way down her body and down to her pussy and began licking it and sucking on her clit as I fingered her wet hole while I played with her ass making Kimiko moan and quiver with delight as she sweetly whispered, please don't stop.

After several minutes she started shaking and screaming and pressed my head tightly against her quivering pussy as she came. I pulled off of her tight little pussy and rolled onto my back beside her then Kimiko began kissing me as her hands reached for my cock and began to stroke it slowly.



Then she kissed her way down to my groin and slid the head of my cock into her mouth as she sucked gently on it and stroked my cock faster. Slowly she took my shaft into her mouth and began to run her tongue around it before pumping her mouth up and down my shaft taking it deep into her throat. 

She worked my cock for a long time. I began to moan and quiver but before I could cum she pulled off of it and straddled me before sliding my cock deep into her pussy.

She leaned over me as she rode me wildly shaking her head and running her dark red nails across my chest moaning derisively. I reached around and grabbed her ass with one hand and slid a finger into her tight asshole as I began sucking on her tits while she rode me hard and fast. 

After she rode me for awhile I slid her onto her back and slid my cock deep inside of her and began pounding it into her fast and as hard as I could. 

After several minutes of pounding into Kimiko as hard as I could she moaned and whispered for me to fuck her tits. I slid out of her and got on top of her and slid my wet cock between her tits and began to fuck them fast while she slid her tongue out and licked the head of my cock. 

Then I pushed my cock to her mouth letting her suck on it for a few minutes before I slid it between her tits again and fucked them. 

When we began to moan, quiver and shake wildly I rubbed my cockhead against her long, pink nipples until Kimiko grabbed my cock and began stroking it fast until I came all over her tits. 

She bent her head to her tits and began licking my cum off of her nipples then she started licking my cock head clean before taking it into her mouth once more. She sucked my cock for awhile then let it slide out of her mouth and pulled me on top of her, then gave me a long tongue kiss swirling her tongue around inside of my mouth. 

Finally she stopped and pulled off of my cock and pulled me onto her and gave me a long kiss as she held me tightly against her pressing my chest into her form tits. I moaned enjoying the feel of her hardened nipples against me and wrapped my arms around her as I kissed her again.  

We caressed one another for a long time then drifted off to sleep in a tangled heap of spent passion and dreamy desire to be close to one another. 

The next morning we showered quickly, dried off and messed around a bit then had a quick breakfast before she took me by the hand led me back into the bedroom for some more exciting sexual shenanigans.  

We tumbled onto the bed together our lips hungrily pressed together in a hot kiss as we wildly ran our hands over each other and began playing with each other's groins. 

Then I slid my hands down to her ass and squeezed it hard and slid my hard cock deep into her pussy as we began to grind against each other in a tangled heap of passion. I pounded into her hard and fast for a long time before pulling out and rolling her over onto her hands and knees.  

Then I spanked her for a few minutes then slid my hard cock against her tight, round ass and slid it into her. I reached around and grabbed her nipples, pulled then and pinched them as I kissed her neck and pounded my cock into her very fast and pumped into her roughly. 

She moaned and begged for me to fuck her harder so I began to really pound my cock into her as I reached between her legs and fingered her wet, pussy until I began to moan. Then she began to scream for me to my stick my cock into her pussy and fuck her hard.  

Kimiko bucked hard against my cock as it slid in and out of her fast and hard. I pulled out of her and slid between her legs and kissed her thighs, caressing her legs and played with her ass. Then slowly ran my tongue up and down her tight little slit and took her clit into my mouth and sucked on it for a while causing her to moan delightedly and buck and tremble underneath of me as she came.  

Then I pushed her onto her back and slid my cock between her nice firm tits and fucked them for a few minutes before sliding it into her mouth and letting her suck it until I filled her mouth with my large creamy load of white cum. I rolled off of her and lay next to her holding Kimiko until we fell asleep. 

A little while later Kimiko rolled back on top of me and began kissing her way down to my cock and began to teasingly lick it. Then she began to work my cock slowly, running her long tongue up and down the long, hard shaft of my cock until she took it into her mouth and began sucking it as she ran her hands up and down my chest. 

After several minutes of sucking it she spit on her tits getting them slippery then slid my cock between her tits and squeezed them together around it and began to rub them fast up and down my shaft. She worked my cock like that for a long time before she pulled her tits away. 

Then Kimiko slid up to my face and sat on it grinding her pussy against my lips and whispered eat me baby. 

I slid my tongue into her pussy and began to eat her out sliding my tongue into her fast, as I slid my fingers over her pussy running them all over her tight slit and hard clit. 

Kimiko grabbed my head and rubbed her pussy all over my face and ground it hard against my mouth. I worked her until she began to moan wildly and squirted her hot juices all over my face as I moaned delightedly licking her cum form my face.  

We rested for a while then Kimiko got up and began dressing. I sat up in bed and told her how much fun last night and this morning had been. She nodded in agreement as she smiled at me. 

When she was dressed she leaned over and gave me a long kiss whispering that she needed to get home and that we should do it again sometime. 

I gave her a pen and a small notebook from the dresser and asked her to leave me her number so that I could get in touch later. 

She wrote her number down then pulled me out of bed and walked with me to the living room. She grabbed her purse and kissed me again and told me she'd be waiting for my call then walked out the door ending our tryst.

The End



My Night At The Slave Auction



Well, one of the local bdsm groups was having a fundraiser, and so I volunteered myself for the "slave auction." It was certainly a good cause, and thinking about what might happen caused that lovely hollow feeling in my stomach. When I arrived that evening, I had to fill out a lengthy questionnaire--my interests, likes, dislikes, limits, history...you get the picture. I was also given a small posing pouch, and told to clean up as desired and to put it on I had already showered before leaving, and made sure that I shaved myself, both above and below. So I retired to the nearest bathroom, took off my clothes, and put on the pouch. Did a little flexing in the mirror, just because you have to in such situations. :-) 

I felt pretty exposed, but still excited and nervous and all that...and took a deep breath and walked out to where the others had gathered. I think we were all feeling pretty exposed, though, as there wasn't a whole lot of chatter in back, mostly people just waiting for their turn. You couldn't really hear what was going on in front, between the dull roar of the crowd and the curtains and all. So we all stood quietly, looking around but not making eye contact...and then I felt the hand on my shoulder ushering me toward the stage door.

I stepped out to a very brightly lit stage---couldn't really see much of anything with those lights, and the area beyond being dark. The MC called out "Number 14 in your programs! A fine specimen..." and began to walk around me, having me turn and then face forward again. "Shall we start the bidding at 20?" As the bidding continued, I tried to listen to the voices. 20, 30, 40, 45, 50...some I recognized, and some seemed new. I could feel the MC behind me, and then her feet forcing mine farther apart. "Mmmmm, look at this equipment. Who wouldn't want to use this for the evening"...I felt a hand squeeze the pouch. 60, 70...

Going once, going twice...Sold to bidder number 84. Enjoy him, madam!

I was led back into the back for a few minutes while the transaction, I assumed, was completed. The back door opened, and I was given a small bag with my clothes in it before being ushered out to the waiting auto. I got in back, and the door was closed. "Well, that was an exciting evening...but I think that the remainder will be much more interesting" I could only see her eyes in the rear-view mirror...smiling back at me. Shoulder length brown hair...about average height, it seemed. The drive progressed in silence until the car pulled into a small development, and then into a garage. She got out and opened the car door, and I went to grab my clothes bag to exit. "Leave them," she said, you won't be needing them tonight.

"Follow me." I was led through the house, and down into the basement. There was a small room, dimly lit, and she lit a few candles. "There, stand in the middle of the room until I return for you." She put on a blindfold, and as I heard her walking out, I heard her say "Feet apart. Hands behind your head." And then it was quiet. I waited, the pit in my stomach growing. Minutes seemed to drag on.

And then fingernails running down the back of my neck. I jumped, startled. A small, throaty laugh. "Did I surprise you, pet?" And then fingers, hands, running all over my body, inspecting, feeling, touching. I could feel her circling me, almost as if I were any other piece of furniture. And then fingers closing over my left nipple, pinching it. "Ohhhh," I moaned softly. That laugh again..."I see you like that, my pet"...then the other nipple, my body stiffening slightly, as did the bulge in my pouch. "Wait here."

I could hear something heavy moving. Her hands were on my back, pressing me forward. "Lean,” she said, and continued to press me forward until I could feel a bench in front of me. This one was a little different than others I'd been on, however, as it was two different pieces, one underneath my stomach, and one underneath my head and shoulders, leaving my chest open to the cool air. I felt my wrists being fastened to the front legs, and my legs being spread, wide, and attached to the rear supports. It was actually surprisingly comfortable, my weight now mostly off my legs.

More movement, rustling. Then the hands came back, along my ass and thighs, and then I could feel the strings on the pouch being undone and removed. A chill ran through me as the air wafted over my now exposed cock and balls, and her hands began to fondle me, running over my hardening shaft and balls, over my ass, legs, and back.

"Mmmmmm, such a lovely toy for the evening. Are you chilly, pet?"

"A little."

SMACK...her hand found my ass. "A little, what, pet?"

"A little, ma'am."

"Well, we'll have to see what we can do about that."

SMACK....SMACK....SMACK....SMACK....SMACK....SMACK

I squirmed against the bench, her hand finding a new spot, then one from earlier, then the same place twice.

"Oh..uhh....oh" I realized that it was me I was hearing. I could feel the warmth spreading across my bottom, and to the tops of my thighs as she warmed my entire ass. And then it stopped.

"Mmmmm, such a lovely color, pet. Are you warmer now?" I could hear the smirk in her voice.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Well, that's good." I could hear her moving around slightly, and then her fingers on my nipple again, teasing, pinching slightly, twisting a little, and then pinching it very hard..."oooh"

"I do love to see hard nipples, pet. Especially with decorations." I could feel the cold metal against my nipple, closing slowly, slowly, with more and more pressure. Squeezing, and then closing hard, completely...and sending a jolt of electricity straight down to my cock. Then her fingers playing, flicking the clip, small laughs at each time I jumped. She then moved to the other side, and the process was repeated. Pulling, teasing, and then the cold metal closing onto my nipple. "How's that, pet?"

"Thank you, ma'am...I hope it pleases you."

"Oh, it does, pet" as she flicked it again...and then I could feel some pulling both of them together, pulling downward...tug...tug. "Mmmmm, I do love how you squirm under them, pet"

More movement, some rustling...and then her fingers on my ass again...up one cheek, then down the middle, then up the other. Back and forth. and still, the occasional tug on my nipples. I shivered every time her finger crossed over my tight hole, but started to become more and more used to it with each pass. The finger began to pause slightly, and I could feel myself shifting back to feel it more.

"Oh, you like that, do you, pet? Does your tight little hole need work?" She pressed her finger more insistently against my ass.

"Oh, yes, ma'am...if you wish, ma'am"

More rustling...then the finger returns, but this time wet and cold...and begins to circle my tight hole, causing me to clench, and then relax. And then pressing against me, slowly slipping in a little, then back out...then circling again, then back in, a little further. More lube is dripped on. Her other hand strokes my thighs idly, causing shivers. More circling, then back in, adding more and more lube, pushing further and further inside until I can feel one knuckle slip in, and then back out, my tight hole relaxing and getting more and more lubricated.

"Ooh, such a tight, greedy little slut"

The finger continues to work in and out, rotating some and stretching me even further. Soon it is joined by a second finger, and I can feel them speading apart, scissors fashion, opening me up even more.

"Such a hot little ass...I'm going to really enjoy taking it" My cock jumps at the thought, and the subsequent thrust of her fingers tells me that she felt it, too.

"But first, I think I'm going to sample that tongue of yours." I feel her hand move away, and the cool air hits my opened ass. Quickly, though, I feel something firm replacing her finger, pressing deeper and deeper into my ass, slowly stretching me even more. She continues to work the plug, pushing, pulling, twisting....until it finally pops into place.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"We wouldn't want to lose all of that work, now, would we, pet?"

My ass clenches around the plug as I hear more movement. My blindfold is removed, and I can see a padded chair in front of me, the seat at exactly the same height as the bench I'm lying on. She pulls it closer, and sits down, putting her heels on my back, and then pulling me closer. My face now rests just inches away from her glistening pussy, and I stick out my tongue to caress the soft lips.

Crack! My ass jumps, as I feel a stripe redden. "Did I tell you to start yet, pet? To make sure that you do a proper job, I have my crop here to, shall we say, 'entice' you"

Crack! "Now, get to work"

I begin to softly lap the wetness off of her glistening lips, my tongue taking long, slow strokes from bottom to top. Then up through the middle, pausing slightly at her clit, which is already beginning to stiffen. I turn my head slightly, sucking her lips between mine.

"Mmmmmm", she moans slightly, accompanied by a long slow pull on my nipples. I continue to lavish attention on her outer lips, my tongue making sure to part them and bring her moisture up to her clit, and then circling it.

Crack! "Oh, yes, that's it"

Crack!

Every stroke of the crop makes my jump, and my tongue lashes her clit. I continue to run circles, around, over, and then another set of licks up the length of her wetness, and then back up.

Crack! "Yes, pet, that's it"

Crack! "Yes, on my clit".

Crack!

We begin to establish a rhythm, her with the crop and my with my tongue, the crop spurring me on to press harder with each stroke, as she writhes under my tongue.

Crack! Crack! Crack! "Oh, yes, pet...Oh"

Crack! "Oh!”

Crack! "OH!"

Crack! I feel her body begin to stiffen and her pull tightens on my nipples as I continue to stroke her with my tongue.

"Oh....OHHHHHH!" As her orgasm washes over her, she continues to pull and the clips pop off of my nipples. "AHHHHHHH" I cry out into her dripping pussy, my tongue continuing to lash over her clit as her thighs grab my head...

Her body relaxes and I slow to gentle licks along the outside. "Oh, that was lovely, my pet". Her crop traces over my now hot bottom...

She reaches down and pulls out a small water bottle…the kind with the flexible straw, and places it at my lips. I greedily suck down the water, the coolness being a contrast against the warmth of my ass.

“I’m glad you enjoyed the water, pet. You’ll certainly need it.” She removes the water from my mouth and pushes herself slightly away from my face, and while placing it beneath her brings a purple dildo in a harness, that appears to be double sided, but not quite. My eyes widen.

“Yes, pet,” she says with a smile. “I do intend to make good on my promise of taking your ass. And this is my favorite toy.” She slides the straps up her legs and rubs the smaller end against her glistening slit, slowly sliding it inside her. She gasps as it disappears, and then tightens the straps, the purple cock now jutting from between her legs. 

“That part inside of me feels so good, pet, and it rubs against my clit as I press forward. Such a delicious feeling…” She begins to rub the head of her cock against my lips. “Get it nice and wet for me.”

I begin to lick up and down the shaft, and then slowly close my lips over the head, pursing them to push slightly upon it as it slides into my mouth. “Mmmmmmm,“ she moans. I move the head back and forth with my tongue, making it wiggle slightly, and then pull back, letting it slip out. Again, I coat it with my tongue, and then slide it in my mouth again, my lips taut so that the cock pops vibrates as it pops in, and then back out. In, out, in, out...the vibrations again getting moans of approval.

She pushes back with her feet, the cock dropping out of my mouth. “It’s time, pet.” She walks around behind me, and twists the plug, then wiggles it slowly.

“Ohhhhhhh” I cry as the base suddenly pops out, the rest of it sliding quickly out of my ass. The cool air hit me, and I instinctively clench my ass. 

“Mmmmm, that looks delicious, pet,” she says. Again I feel the cold lube drip down my ass, this time followed by the firm silicone pressing insistently against my puckered hole. Her hands caress my warm bottom, and then she slowly begins to press her weight against me. The head of her cock slips in, and I gasp loudly. “Yes, my pet. I’m going to fuck you well.”

She continues to press against me, the cock sliding deeper and deeper into my ass, before she begins to slide back out. Then forward again, a little deeper this time. “Oooooooh,” I moan. More and more she continues to fuck me, until I can feel her warm thighs against my hot bottom. Her hands reach up to my shoulders, and I can feel her soft breasts pressing against my back, the hard nubs of her nipples making small indentations in my flesh. She pulls me back against her, forcing the cock deep inside me. She begins to stroke in earnest, pulling away with her hips and then pulling me back by my shoulders as she thrusts her hips into my ass. “Unh...unh...unh...unh...unh,” I groan, with each stroke, in time with her own grunts of force and the slapping of her groin against my ass.

Her pace quickens, and I can tell she’s getting close again. “Oh, oh, oh” she begins to chant, her hips slamming the cock deep into my ass. “Oh, OH, OH, OH,” as her pace quickens, burying her cock to the hilt. “OHHHHHHHHHH, YESSSSSSSS!” She slumps over me, stretching over my body, grinding her hips into my bottom getting every last bit out of her orgasm.

“Now it’s time to finish for tonight, my pet. You’ve been such a good little toy, and it’s time for your reward,” she whispers into my ear. 

She pulls her cock from my ass and steps away, quickly moving to undo the straps on my wrists and ankles. She helps me to my feet, and then pushes me to the floor. 

“Lie down, on your back.” I quickly comply, and she kneels between my legs, my cock pointing up into the air. “I’m sure you’d love to fuck me, wouldn’t you, my pet. But not tonight. Tonight it’s all about using you, and that pleasure must await another time.” She lifts my legs up, and again slides her cock into my ass, all the way to the hilt. “I want you to watch me, fucking you, using you. You’re mine.” She continues to fuck me, long slow strokes, as she reaches forward and begins to fondle my cock. “You love this, don’t you my pet? Being my fuck toy.” 

“Oh...yes...ma’am,” I say, in rhythm, my hips now arching against your strokes as your hand slides along my cock. “Good, “ you smile. “Are you ready, pet?”

“Yes...yes,” I moan.

“Then come, come while your Mistress fucks you.” I can no longer hold back, and my whole body shakes with my orgasm. Ropes of hot, white cum spurt forth, coating my stomach and chest. She continues to stroke my cock, milking every last drop, as she keeps the dildo buried in my ass, pushing the fluid out of my prostate.

I fall completely limp, thoroughly spent, as she slowly withdraws her tool from my ass. My body twitches as it pops out of my sphincter.

“I think you’ll do quite nicely, pet. Now rest, you’ll need it for later.” She smiles, leaving me there on the floor.



My Night Excursion With Master



"Hi, My Master."

"Just thought I would let you know that I had a great idea for tonight." 

"I do hope you are up to it." 

Around midnight, while you are sleeping in our room, with your wife sleeping in the room next door, you will get a visit that you won't forget. If she sleeps through it great,if not, well she can always come and see first hand, just how great we are. 

As sleek as a stalking panther I will come down the stairs. My overcoat covering the only thing I'm wearing underneath it, a black lace, crotchless one piece teddy.

As quiet as a mouse I will open the door to our room. Letting my eyes adjust to the darkness, I will see you laying there, all stretched out and sleeping as sound as a baby. 

Before I walk in, I will check to make sure that deep sleeping sounds are coming from her room. 

It's a good thing that on this night you two are sleeping in seperate rooms. We both know that she would not sleep through what I have planned and there is no way in hell that I will share, she will just have to fucking watch! 

Just seeing you laying there, in a dreamy sleep, makes my heart start to pound, my cunt start to throb and my clit protrude. I am already wet from anticipation.

As I come up to the bed I will silence your sounds of astonishment with a kiss so deep the moaning will be just a ripple in your throat. As you slowly wake to the realization, I will move my lips to your neck, kissing and nibbling, making you squirm with desire. 

Moving my assault down your chest I will take your hardened nipples into my hot, moist mouth. Sucking and bitting from one to the other. You are forced to stifle a sigh of pleasure so not to be heard.

Then as I place my legs on either side of your body, I will slip my hardend nipple through the lace and into your mouth to silence your murmurs. You will suck and nibble making them throb with wanting, sending quivers through out my entire body.

I will then press my wet, hot, cunt onto your belly, slowly moving it up and down, around in small circles, rubbing my pussy juice onto your groin. All the while massaging my very stimulated clit in the process. 

Taking my hard protruding clit down your body, I will rub it up and down your very hard, erect, and now massive cock. Rubbing my clit on the head of your luscious cock until it weeps. 

Then trailing kisses down your belly until your super hard cock slides straight into my awaiting mouth. I'll proceed to take it deep, sucking harder and harder as it goes deeper, OH so deep!

Working my mouth up and down your shaft, letting you just get to the opening of my throat and then I will tighten my lips, apply a little pressure with my teeth as I withdraw you. then circling the head with my tongue and suck you back in again. Repeating this over and over again, until I can feel your shaft start to fill.

Then just before you are ready to shoot your succulent cum, I will ease myself down on it and take that awesome, rock hard, throbbing cock deep into my cunt. 

It is now a river of sweet, hot, delectable juice, just streaming down your pecker as I repeatedly ride that baby. Thrusting my cunt up and down on your shaft. Up and down, harder and faster with each plunge. Making me cum over and over again as its head hits my wonderous spot.

Just when I am ready to scream from unbearable ecstasy, I will release my cunts grip and put that honking, huge cock back into my mouth where you will spew its life giving juice into my mouth and ultimately down my throat. 

I will place you in between moist tight lips, that will wrap around your shaft working like a vise, squeezing them together as I suck and swallow, suck and swallow until everything within you is drained.

We will both give a satisfied sigh and wither from the erotic exorcism of that awesome blow job. 

Then before I leave, I will give you a kiss good night, sharing with you our entwined life giving juices. 

As I leave, you will fall sleep, wondering was it all just a dream. As you lick your lips and swallow, you will definitely know, that was no fucking dream.

"So what do you say," "see you around midnight?" 



My Night had a Soundtrack



You know what the best part of my night was? Surprisingly it had nothing to do with getting to go home after a full day of classes, doctor's appointments, or work. It had nothing to do with soaking in a hot bubble bath and it definitely had nothing to do with getting to slip into my bed and lay my head against a goose feather pillow. It was actually the transitional moment, the moment in between when I literally stepped out of the building of my job into the intense winds of hurricane Irene. I should have been scared, I mean it was a mile long walk to my car, in the dark, and no one was walking with me. There I was pulling out my iPod prepared to look up a little Eminem for the trip, when it began to rain. No, it didn't begin to rain; it began to pour, like someone was dropping an ocean from the sky. For a split second I was frustrated with the situation, I had left my umbrella in my car. It was right at that moment I remembered a quote I had read somewhere, 

"Sometimes God calms the storm; Sometimes He lets the storm rage and calms His child." 

I realized then, I wasn't really upset. I didn't feel as if I was in any danger. It was only wind and rain. I felt as calm as that storm felt out of control. I found a spot under some trees and dropped my purse. I knelt down and began to roll my khakis up to my knees, and then I unbuttoned my shirt, draped it over my head, and adjusted the tank top I was wearing underneath. I took my iPod out of my purse and set it to shuffle on my indie playlist but paused it before the music started. I situated my purse on my arm, pressed play on my iPod and slipped it in my pocket, and began to walk. The first song to come through my head phones was "Just Impolite" by Plushgun, a lighthearted upbeat tune with just a hint of romantic frustration. The kind of song that didn't drown out your own thoughts, just help set a mood for them. "Are you frightened, by perfection?/Is this who you are, not who you want to be/I walk the line like Johnny Cash/I made the bus in seconds flat/I called your line too many times/I'm not obsessed, just impolite." 

I listened until it faded into silence; I was only a quarter of the way to my car and had just crossed a street to stand in front of a building. I wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings until I noticed something strange. I looked around me and all I saw were trees around me blowing as if they were in the eye of a twister, that itself wasn't strange since this was supposed to be a hurricane. The strange part was that with all the wind blowing around me, I didn't feel a thing. I didn't feel a single gust of wind against my face. I was amazed at this, I personally thought it was an incredible movie-like phenomena that only happen in films, like the scene in Forces of Nature with Ben Affleck, when he's kissing his bride and all this stuff just starts swirling around them in the middle of this storm and nothing hits them because it's like they are in their own little force field. I suppose my moment would have been a little more incredible kissing someone, but it felt just as perfect with just me there. The rain began to lighten so I pressed pause and stopped on the sidewalk. I took the shirt off of my head, it had become pretty useless since it was now soaked with rain. I folded it over, wrung it out, and watched water pour from it. I held it in my hand as I started the next song and continued walking. 

The next song that came on was "Bizness" by the tUnE-yArDs, a sort of African-techno fusion with just a touch of Bobby McFerrin. The atmosphere instantly became a little more humorous. Here I was in the middle of a hurricane, and when anyone else would have been dodging for shelter, I was walking like God was playing "Heart and Soul" on universal speakers just for me. I grinned to myself at my current situation and how OK I was with it. I was happy and I couldn't tell why. My step picked up a little as trumpets blared into my ears and I could feel the vibrations from it in my chest. "If you just press your fingers down under my skin/Lift up, dig up, lift up, dig up and bleed for me/I say, I'll bleed if you ask me/I'll bleed if you ask me/That's when, that's when, he said no/What's the business, yeah/Don't take my life away/Don't take my life away." Once again the music faded away. 

I was more than halfway there and I was so ready for the next song, ready to see how perfectly my night would continue. As if it had read my mind my iPod sent me a song that sort of signified the end of my expedition, I listened as Bon Iver plucked her guitar strings and began to sing a much slower and calmer melody than the previous two tunes. "Travelling north, travelling north to find you/Train wheels beating, the wind in my eyes/Don't even know what I'll find when I get to you/Call out your name love, don't be surprised." I turned a corner into a lot and saw my car, I noticed a glow inside and realized I had left my overhead lights on. I stopped the song in the middle to set my stuff inside. I looked in the back and saw I had dry clothes in my car from when I had changed after class. There was no one else in the lot and it was pretty much dark except for the light of the streetlamps. I took my tank top off first and slipped on a long sleeve cotton shirt, next I unbuttoned my pants. 

I looked up to make sure there was no one there. I was alone so I slipped off my khakis and tossed them in the back seat. I grabbed my dry sweats and slipped 'em on. Changed my soaked sneakers out for the flip flops beneath my seat and got in my car. First thing I did was grab my iPod and plugged it into my car, it picked up where the song left off. "It's so many miles and so long since I've met you/Don't even know what I'll find when I get to you/But suddenly now, I know where I belong/It's many hundred miles and it won't be long/It won't be long/It won't be long/It won't be long." The song faded into quiet as I blended into night traffic. The presence of others didn't quite disturb my happy little world, but sort of brought them into it. I drove home listening to more music that seemed to be DJ'd by fate. I had to laugh at the utter ridiculousness of my night, how ridiculously wonderful it had been to have my own night with a soundtrack that was just for me.



My Night In



It all began one day last summer. I had been seeing Steve for about three months but as yet nothing had really happened. This weekend, however, I knew would be different because I finally had the flat to myself. 

I had been excited all day especially since I got home from work just after five. When I got home I was in such a state I just threw myself on to my bed and started to play with myself. 

I undid the buttons of my blouse and began stroking my tits through the material of my bra. My tits are very sensitive and I can often bring myself off just playing with them. I eased my bra up over my tits and then took my nipples between my thumb and forefingers and began to squeeze. 

I could feel myself beginning to get wet so I undid my jeans and pulled them and my knickers down over my bum. Slowly, I ran a finger through my curls and then started to push it into the folds below. I was absolutely soaking now as I started to caress my clit with long, slow, deliberate strokes. The tension was building in my groin as I rubbed my self, stopping only occasionally to rub some of my juice into my nipples or to lick my fingers. 

I could feel my climax approaching as I furiously wanked my clit. I was having those strange little spasms when I stuck, first one and then another finger into my dripping cunt. Now I was fucking myself with my fingers faster and faster. My breath was coming in shallow gasps until finally, with a shuddering climax I came. 

By the time I'd recovered it must have been about seven. Steve would be arriving sometime after eight so I just about had time to get myself tidied up, have a shower and a bite to eat before he came. 

At about five to eight I decided it was time to set the mood. I put on some soft music, lit a few candles, had a quick smoke and another glass of wine. When the doorbell went a few minutes later the feeling inside me was electric. 

I opened the door. Before it was shut Steve had his mouth pressed against mine. There was a slight taste of lager on his breath that always turned me on. As his tongue explored the inside of my mouth his hand strayed to my chest. I was only wearing a short silk dressing gown with a lacy camisole underneath. My tits strained against the fabric of my camisole as he continued to kiss me. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. 

When I managed to disengage his mouth I took him by the hand and lead him to the living room. Once he had sat down I poured him a large glass of wine. As he took a sip from it I knelt down in front of him and undid his belt and trousers. I reached up and kissed him on the lips as my hand pulled his cock from his boxers. I took a quick sip from my own drink before concentrating my attention on this throbbing specimen of manhood that was in front of me. 

I began by licking the end of his shaft. Then slowly I ran my tongue up and down his length. When I had got him wet all over and he was as hard as he could be I opened my mouth wide and took him inside. Slowly at first, I slid my mouth up and down his length. Each stroke taking more and more of him in until I could fit no more of his eight inches inside my mouth. When I reached the top of my stroke I would tease his end with my tongue. As I slid my lipsticked lips up and down this glorious example of cock meat I'd start wanking him with my hands; my hands keeping the opposite beat from my mouth. 

After about five minutes of this I stopped to kiss him again. Then I lowered the straps that held my top in place and began to fuck him with my tits. As I pressed them into him I'd lick the tip of his end and squeeze my nipples. Up and down I rubbed my tits. Steve's breath was beginning to come in gasps now. 

I stopped fucking him with my tits and concentrated on using my hands. I've always been proud of my handjobs. A small drop of pre-cum formed on his end. Steve was moaning and letting me know that he couldn't take much more. 

I felt his cock twitch in my hand. I dropped my head and took him in my mouth just as he couldn't take any more. With a groan of pleasure Steve unloaded himself into my mouth. I took two spurts of that warm, salty mixture into my mouth, which I greedily swallowed down; another hit me in the face while two smaller ones landed on my tits. 

I must have looked a right whore as I rubbed his cum into my tits while more of his cum dribbled off my chin. I had another quick drink and lit a cigarette while I waited for Steve to recover a bit. The evening was still young and there would definitely be more to come. 

I put on some music and began to dance. While I danced I continued to rub Steve's cum into my tits. I slowly began to undress in time to the music. First my dressing gown fell to the ground then I removed each of my stockings. As I let my camisole slip of I could see he was beginning to regain interest. I lit another cigarette and blew rings at him as I danced around the room in just my flimsy little G-string. 

Steve loves to watch me smoke. I don't do it very often, only during sex. It makes me feel deliciously sluttish. I inhale then kiss him. He loves the taste on my breath. 

As Steve lies back on the couch I straddle him. He buries his face between my tits and teases my nipples with his tongue. He licks my tits; first one then the other making them deliciously wet. As he rubs his saliva into them I reach down and start to finger myself through the front of my G-string. Then I grab his cock, which is now lovely and hard again, and tease my clit with his end. This soon has me worked up into a frenzy. While Steve sucks furiously on my left tit I feel my self begin to cum. It's just a small one for now, that's all I'll let myself have!! 

As Steve continues to maul my tits I begin to rub the end of his cock up and down my dripping slit. My cunt feels like it's on fire. Finally when I can take no more I push aside the thread of my G-string and introduce his cock to my hole. I whisper "Go ahead and fuck me" in his ear as I slowly slide myself down his length gripping him with the walls of my cunt as we start to move together. 

We begin to move together at a steady pace. As I slide up and down on his thick cock he thrusts to meet me on each stoke. He grabs my bum and begins to lift me up and down. As he fucks me from below with ever-stronger thrusts he reaches up with his mouth to tease my tits as they swing in front of his face. 

I get off him and remove my soaking G-string. I stand leaning against the arm of the couch as Steve moves round to take me from behind. He grabs my hips and thrusts deep inside me. As he pounds my cunt from behind I take my weight with one arm and reach down to play with my cunt. My hips are bucking furiously as he rams into me with all his force. Slowly he pulls back until he has almost completely withdrawn. Then without warning he plunges back inside me. He pulls out again and repeats this over and over. With each thrust I can feel his balls slap against me. I can hardly breath as I stand there frigging my clit whilst he fucks my cunt for all that he's worth. 

I feel my self beginning to slip over the edge into a huge orgasm when suddenly he pulls his cock out of me. I hold my breath hardly daring to think of what will come next. Steve starts rubbing the end of his cock up my crack until he gets to my arsehole. I've never ever done it this way before and my knees go weak just at the thought. 

His cock is completely lubricated with my juices as he starts to push into my arsehole. It's very tight and it hurts as he slowly forces his way in. He begins to slowly thrust in and out. I can no longer contain myself as I experience this new sensation. As he thrusts his cock backwards and forwards into my arse I wank myself even harder. I hear my self screaming "Yes! Yes! Fuck my arse. Oh FUCK MY ARSE!" 

Finally unable to bear any more I let myself go. My orgasm pours over me like a tidal wave and I can hardly keep my knees from collapsing. Suddenly with a grunt Steve pulls himself free and I feel a warm sticky sensation trickling down my back. Another wad of cum hits me and then a final smaller one. We both collapse exhausted and I lit a well-deserved cigarette. 

When we recover we have a shower and then a few drinks as we cuddle up to watch the movie on TV. There WAS more to come later that evening and the following day before Steve left on Sunday evening but those are stories for another time.