0 comments/ 16031 views/ 6 favorites Stop By By: sunnie_side "I don't want to talk about this now," Liz stated emphatically as she stormed off to her bedroom. "Yes, NOW!" Michael said as he followed her. "There's nothing to talk about." "Yes there..." Before Michael could finish his statement, he grabbed Liz and kissed her passionately. He let his tongue glide over her lips before it slipped into her mouth and gently played with hers. Liz threw her arms around Michael's neck as she let out a slight whimper. Michael pulled her closer as his kiss become more pushing. Liz removed her hands from around his neck and pushed him away from her, looking at him in disbelief. It took her only a few seconds to realize that she loved how his warm, wet lips felt against hers. Without saying a word, she grabbed Michael and pulled him into riotous and passionate kiss. Her arms glided down his back before she grabbed his shirt and started to unfurl it from his pants. Michael wrapped his arms around her and stroked her back and ass. Liz moved her hands to the front of his shirt and began trying to unbutton it. She broke the kiss before unbuttoning the shirt and sliding it off his shoulders. She ran her hands gently down his chest, using her fingernails to tease him before she stopped at the waistband of his pants and slowly made her way between his pants and boxers. Michael grabbed her wrists and pushed her gently back from him. He ran his hands up her shirt before removing it. A playful smirk crossed his face when he saw that she wasn't wearing a bra. He looked at her like a schoolboy; her nipples had become hard from the mutual sexual arousal. He pulled her closer and began placing deep kisses on her neck. Liz let out a sigh as she threw her arm around him. Michael moved down to her shoulders and collarbones as he unbuttoned her jeans and ran his hand down her slip and rubbed her pussy, her wetness encased his fingers. Liz let out a slight groan of pleasure. He pushed her slowly to the bed, then on it. Liz grabbed the back of his head and dug her fingers in his hair as he continued to kiss her collarbones, shoulders and neck. Liz moved her free hand down to his pants and unbuttoned them as her other hand glided around the back of his head and neck. He stopped his uninterrupted kissing and looked at her, seeing the full-on desire in her eyes. He moved his head down to her breasts and ran his rough tongue along her nipples, making them fully erect. He blew on them to play with her and her lust. Liz moaned loudly as he began sucking her right nipple as he fondled her left with his hand. She titled her head back and rolled her eyes in pleasure as she felt his teeth gently nipping it. "Michael--" she stated quietly. He said nothing as he moved his mouth down to her stomach. He ran his hands down her sides before he pushed her farther up on the bed. He kissed her right above the waist of her pants before he unzipped her fly and stripped her pants off. He kissed and teased her cunt through the thin layer of cotton that separated his mouth from her slit. Liz moaned in pleasure as Michael grabbed her panties and slid them off, letting them fall on the floor. She spread her legs as he placed his mouth on her pussy, his tongue caressing her slit. Liz arched her back as he lovingly licked her before he spread her walls and thrust two fingers deep inside her and his tongue slowly began to lick and tease her clit. Liz moved her hips in the same rhythm as his fingers as he continued to fuck her. She gasped as he replaced his fingers with his tongue. She could feel him all over her slit as he delved his tongue deep inside, exploring every part of her cunt. Liz breathed heavily and erratically before she grabbed his head in order to make him stop and made his eyes meet hers. "Baby--" she moaned. Liz ran her hands down to Michael's pants and helped him take them off. They looked at each other for a brief moment before they started to passionately kiss each other. Liz could taste her own flavor on his lips as he gently thrust his tongue into her mouth and intertwined it with hers. They continued to kiss each other passionately and uninhibited. Lips collided wildly and tongues twisted into each other while they explored every part of each other; making their desire grow. Liz grabbed his hard length and stroked the tip over her wet cunt. "I want you," he said hotly. "Let me love you." "Take me," she said breathlessly. Liz kissed him again as he grabbed his prick and fazed himself into her tight cunt. Michael grabbed her hips as he slowly went deeper, letting her enjoy his cock to the full. Both were groaning, overwhelmed by the powerful and exciting sensation. He slowly thrust in and out of her as she ran her hands across his back. "You feel good," he said. "Not as good as you feel," she said. "Give me more." Michael continued the steady pace and ran his hand down Liz's side as she gently kissed him on the shoulder and rolled her eyes. The door to the apartment was unlocked and her bedroom door was open slightly, which meant that if Ron, her roommate and Michael's work partner, came home, he could catch them in the middle of their love act, but that didn't bother her. She loved to feel Michael inside of her, loved to feel his lips on her skin, his breath and his touch. Her sensation went higher knowing that she was making love to her best friend. Gradually, Michael increased the pace as they shared more wild and uncontrolled kisses. Liz grabbed his ass as she raised her hips and pushed them against his. With every moan, every touch and every kiss, they let out little moans. Their bodies became wet from the friction and they began to move as one as their breathing became harder and more erratic. Michael thrust into her with more force and Liz gently bit his skin so she wouldn't let out a scream. Michael kissed her passionately before he moved down and began licking and sucking her nipples hard as he continued to fuck her, increasing the pace more. Liz tilted her head back as she felt his teeth teasing her nipples and his cock going deeper inside of her cunt. She ran her hands down his backbone. "Michael...fuck me," she whispered hotly. Michael grabbed her hips and thrust his cock all the way in, making her yelp in desire. He quickened the pace of his thrusts and kissed her passionately as he fucked her deeper and harder, his cock throbbing inside of her tight cunt as his orgasm quickly rose inside of him. Liz repaid his kiss greedily as she felt her own orgasm build. Michael sensed that she was close to hitting her peak and plowed her a little harder. He pumped twice more before the walls of Liz's tight cunt clenched around his cock. She moaned loudly as she released her fluid over his prick. The sensation of her walls tightening around his cock sent Michael over the edge. He thrust one more time deep before he repeatedly unloaded deep inside her, letting out a groan of pleasure. Michael shifted his position as he rested his head next to her, his bare chest touching her breasts. They said nothing for a few moments as they listened to their breaths and heartbeats. Liz gently ran her hands down his sides. "Michael?" Liz asked, still somewhat stunned from their love act. "Yeah?" he asked. "We just..." Michael lifted his head and gently kissed her on the lips before he pulled out of her and rolled over. Liz grabbed the blanket and threw it over them before she snuggled up to Michael and rested her head on his shoulder. "We just had...sex," she said as she sighed. "Yeah, I know," he said. "I gotta say, that was...wow." "Yep." Liz moved slightly and rested her chin on his chest as her hand gently rubbed it. "I, uh..I..." Michael chuckled. "What?" Liz asked. "I hope you know that when I stopped by, making love to you was the last thing I had in mind." "Oh really?" "Yeah. I came over to tell you that..." "What?" Michael smiled as he gripped her hand. "I came over here to tell you that I love you," he said. Liz looked up at him and smiled before she tenderly kissed his chest. "Mmmhh," she said. "I love you, honey." Liz continued to place light kisses on his chest as Michael ran his hand up her arm. They were lost in bliss for a few moments before the crackling of the radio snapped them back into reality. Central to Three Edward "Crap," Michael stated as he climbed over Liz and grabbed his shirt. "Three Edward." Three David is requesting your presence at St. Elizabeth's. "Uh, 10-4 Central," Michael responded. "Ron working with the newbie?" Liz asked. "Yes. I'm working solo for the next couple days." "I don't want you to go." "I don't want to go. But I have to." Liz wrapped the blanket around her as she sat on the bed so Michael could finish dressing. After he put his pants on, he walked into the living room to retrieve his shoes and socks before walking back to the bedroom. "I'll be back," he said as he kissed her on the forehead. "Midnight?" she asked. "Sounds good." Michael got up from the bed and walked towards Liz's bedroom door. "Mike?" she asked. "Yeah?" he asked as he turned around. "Love you." Michael smiled as he walked back over to the bed and kissed her warmly. "Love you," he said. He kissed her on the forehead before making his way out of the apartment and back to the RMP. After Michael left the apartment, Liz laid down on the bed and sighed as she thought about what just transpired. A lone tear ran down her cheek as she ran her hand over the empty spot that Michael had occupied just a few short minutes before. She smiled as she felt the warmth still radiating from the sheet. She grabbed the pillow and nestled her head on it before she closed her eyes. She would need her rest. Midnight was just three short hours away. Stop / Don't Stop He drove to the hotel in West Virginia as specified by the "Yahoo Date Du Jour." On the way there, he almost canceled because since his divorce he'd had, in his opinion, entirely too many brief flings with women, and he was looking for something more. Still, here he was, hurtling down the interstate, on his way to see her. He got there just after midnight. It was their first meeting. Neither of them were nervous. She excused herself for a shower. He stripped to his underwear and grabbed the remote and channel surfed until she emerged from the shower, wearing something nice and frilly. He "ooohed" as she approached the bed and climbed in. There were only 3 pillows on the bed - he gave her two of them and they settled in and watched TV for few moments. Eventually, he slid his left arm under her and idly ran his right hand up and down her right leg. They lay cuddling for a while until he raised his head to hers and planted a kiss on her forehead. Another one on her nose and finally one on her mouth. Her lips parted to admit his tongue. He started nibbling on her neck and then nibbled on a nipple through the fabric of the nightie. A moan rose in her throat and she pulled him closer. He reached over and freed the breast from the confines of the nightie and bit and sucked the nipple while running his hand up and down her thighs and belly. Her hand went to his chest, stroking lower and lower until she grasped his hard on through his boxer briefs. He placed her hand back on her stomach and removed the nightie. He then turned her over so that her back was to him and started nibbling, kissing and gently biting the back of her neck. She moaned and sighed as he started tracking lower, down her spine and across her back, going lower and lower with delicious slowness. He was at her buttocks now, starting to nibble on the rounded mounds of flesh when she turned around and said "what are you doing?" So, he stopped. Grasping the remote control to the TV, he turned it off. Flinging it aside, he kissed her on the mouth and moved down to her neck. She turned her head to allow him unfettered access as he licked, kissed and nibbled, taking care not to leave a mark. He moved lower towards her breasts and gave her left nipple a good, long suck. As he slowly suckled the left nipple, he played with the right with his hand. Alternately sucking and nibbling and taking the other one between his thumb and forefinger. He moved to the right nipple and moved his hand down between her legs and stroking her clit. She melted and turned into jello under his touch. This being done, he turned her over again and started nibbling on the back of her neck, on her shoulders, to her shoulder blades, down her spine with even more delicate slowness. He played with her nipples with his hands, tweaking and pinching them as he made his way down her spine to her butt. Every so often, from her response, he knew he found a good spot, and lingered. From time to time, he would go back up to the back of her neck. Just so, he lingered between her shoulder blades. Then down to the middle of her back. Then he'd nibble on a shoulder. Then on down her spine as she writhed and swayed and moaned. He started nibbling and biting her left butt cheek and she whimpered with delight. He moved to her right butt cheek and caressed her pussy with his finger. He found the "sweet spot" on both ass cheeks and started focusing most of his nibbling there as she started writhing. He tenderly nibbled and caressed her ass cheeks with his mouth and tongue, trying to see how much he could take into his mouth. He marked her ass with his teeth and tongue. Nibbling on her left cheek, he spanked her softly on the right one - and then harder as she moaned her approval. Then, he moved between the butt cheeks, licked her asshole, eliciting a surprised but muted squeal, and slid down to her pussy. He started to stroke her pussy lips with his tongue from behind, while fingering her clit. He then started sucking her clit and continued spanking her, softly and then harder - then softer. She tensed up and released her orgasm, and he rode the waves with her, his mouth fastened around her clit. He stayed there for a few moments while she was in the throw of her aftershocks, and then moved back up to tongue her asshole. She brought her legs tightly together and pulled on the hair on the back of his head to try to make him stop, but he would not be denied. He continued to tongue her ass - sometimes stopping to bite her ass cheeks and then zero back onto the target. As she resisted, he redoubled his efforts and more forcefully ramming his tongue into her asshole. Slowly, she started to relax both the hand holding his hair, and her legs. She started moaning as his tongue continued it's onslaught into her ass and ass cheeks. All resistance was dying with each lick, each nibble and each thrust of his tongue. Completely restrained and dominated by his tongue, she started melting under him in an entirely new way. Slowly, her legs parted wide to give him complete access and her hand stayed on the back of his head, but now it held him close. He started caressing her pussy with one hand while sporadically spanking her with the other one. He then placed both hands on her butt cheeks, kneading them and holding them apart. Her right hand continued holding his face in place in her butt crack. Her left hand flew to her clit, frantically rubbing it. From time to time, he would give her another hard or soft spank. He continued to lick her crack, and she moaned louder and louder. Finally, as the words "Oh my GOD!" echoed in his ears, she surrendered her orgasm with a huge convulsion. He stayed with her and continued to lick until she was prone and spent. After she recovered, she turned around and snatched off his boxer briefs and straddled his dick. He pulled her close and started sucking on her nipples and biting her shoulders and nibbling her neck while she fucked him slowly and then harder. He held both tits together and sucked both nipples at once. Placing his hands on her ass, he held her to him and thrust up into her. The hotel bed was making a huge racket, but was drowned out by her moans and his grunts. Then suddenly, with one last thrust, he came deep inside her. A smile came to her face as she climbed off of him. She lay next to him and they cuddled until they both drifted off to sleep. Stop! Don't... Stop! There's something remarkably sexy about losing control ... having it taken from me. Submitting to a lover's will. This was really just a spontaneous stream of thought. I had no forethought on where I was going with it, I just relaxed and let my mind wander and while I first fought for control in the story, my body began to respond to my hands and toys, and my VERY REAL orgasms started and that submissive nature just oozed out. xxxooo, AJ As always - thank you for the feedback with comments here, emails, and voting. Your support makes my exhibitionist very happy! :D * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (8 min/mp3) * * * * * Stop in the Dark My friends & I had gone out for a rowdy night of drinking at several of the local bars in our small town. At the end of the evening I was declared the most sober of the group and received the job of dropping off everyone home that was too far gone to drive themselves. My four passengers loaded into my car and off we went. I dropped of the 1st three around town and was down to my friend Jamie, who lived 5 miles out in the country. I had known Jamie for several years. She had once dated a friend of mine and after he moved away & they broke up, she had become a regular part of our monthly drinking group. Jamie is a beautiful young lady with blonde hair & a dark tan. Being in a relationship myself ever since we met, I had never really thought about Jamie in an intimate sense until that night. Glancing over at her, while driving through the darkness, I couldn't help start to notice how attractive she was, especially in the loose-fit & low-cut top she was wearing that night. We chatted a bit while heading down the road until she let me know that she had pee. I pulled over to side of the dark, gravel road. Playing up the idea that she was plastered, she fumbled with the door handle until she declared that she couldn't get out on her own. I got out of the car & went around to open her door. As I let her out she mildly staggered from side-to-side as she walked. She went up to the patch of grass on the side of the road ahead of us while I stayed on the opposite side of the vehicle. Pretty soon I heard her let out a scream followed by the sound of her hitting the ground. Panicked that she may have gotten hurt, I ran around the car to where she was. What a sight I now beheld! There she was lying in the grass, Blue jeans pulled down around her ankles, and laughing about the fact that she had fallen down. I stood there staring at the wonderful sight of her bare ass & pussy illuminated by the headlights of the car. "Are you o.k.?" I asked. She giggled some more and said "sure, but I could really use some help getting back up. I went into the grass after her, still unable to stop staring at her magnificent behind. I felt my hard-on begin to fill up my shorts as in grew in homage to the site before it. I bent over next to her & grabbed her arm. I attempted to pull her up to her feet but in her drunken state she stumbled again with her jeans wrapped about her feet. This time as she fell back she held on to my arm tightly and grabbed at my shirt with her other hand hoping to use me to stop her descend. The plan was unsuccessful though, all she managed to do was to catch me off guard and take me down with her. We both tumbled forward and rolled down into the brush filled roadside ditch. When we discontinued our fall, I found myself with a surprise face full of pussy. We had ended up in a classic 69 position with her on top of me. I waited, half expecting her quick get up and roll over leaving us both with an embarrassing look on our faces & an awkward silence for the rest of the drive home. Boy was I wrong though. Next thing I know, Jamie had spread her knees about my head, as best as she could with her jeans still tied around her feet, and rocked her waist back. This act essentially shoved her bare pussy directly onto my waiting mouth. Still not 100% sure of her intentions, I was amazed to feel her hands stumbling with the zipper & button of my shorts. All hell broke free when she succeeded in her task and pulled out my hard cock from it's prison. At this action, I reached around & grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her cunt down hard on my anxious tongue and began to torrently suck on her hot, wet hole. She responded in kind by sucking the length of my dick into her waiting throat. After what seemed a lifetime of heaven, I used one of my hands to help her as she finally kicked off her troublesome pants. Now free from her restriction, Jamie crawled off me and pulled off her shirt & bra before pulling my own shirt over my head and pulling my shorts off my legs. She then positioned herself directly above me, facing me with a leg straddling me on either side. She reached a hand back, below her & gripped my cock. Slowly she guided it up into her waiting love chamber. I felt electrified as she slid down onto my cock, enveloping him with her warm, sopping folds. I reached up & grabbed a breast with each hand and started to fondle and pinch her erect nipples. She let out a whimper of pleasure and started rocking back and forth with speed and purpose. I laid there in the grass, unable to imagine that all this was real. Jamie continued to ferociously fuck my brains out until she was panting & sweating. Lifting my hips to meet her, I began pounding back with all the strength I had until she screamed out in orgasm. The sight & sound of this sent me over the edge as well. I held on until I could no longer control myself, filling her with my explosion of cum. For the longest time, we just laid there in the ditch, trying to regain our senses. Finally we arose & got redressed. We piled back in the car and resumed our path. We still go out to drink with the gang every month, now we just look more forward to the drive home afterwards instead. Stop It "Stop it," she said as he kissed down her stomach. "I don't like that." "Every woman likes that," he assured her as he continued lower. "Stop it!" she said more forcefully, grabbing his head and pulling him upwards. "It's not nice. Don't do it." He raised his head, looking at her bemused. "You think it's not nice? You really don't like the feeling of a man doing that? Or you just think you shouldn't?" "All of them," she told him. "Don't do it. Make love to me. Properly." "You'd like it if you let me do it," he grumbled, but he did as she asked and was rewarded with her polite little sighs and slight quiver of appreciation just before he reached his own climax. She slept snuggled against him, her firm breasts pressed against his side. It was comfortable, pleasant, and gave him a feeling of warmth that was so much more than just the heat from her body. He turned slightly, being careful not to wake her, and kissed her on the top of her head as she slept. He did not sleep for a long time. She was beautiful and, more than that, she was the perfect wife. She did everything he could possibly want around the house, and more. She cooked, cleaned, washed and ironed, made sure everything was in its place where he could find it, and was completely attentive to him when he returned from work. Even when he offered to help as he frequently did, feeling that she already worked far too hard in the house and that he was doing too little, she politely declined his offer and asked instead if there was anything else he wanted. She never refused him anything. Everything he wanted to do she always agreed immediately. Except, and there had to be an 'except', in bed. She never refused him, but neither would she do anything even slightly different. When he made love to her, as he did regularly and with much enthusiasm, she lay as if tolerating rather than enjoying it. She put her arms around him affectionately and pressed her hips upward to receive his thrusting, sometimes grasping his hips to pull him into her, but then too he felt that her interest was to hasten his climax rather than in any pleasure of her own. He had asked her more than once what she liked. She smiled and kissed him. "I like you to make love to me in bed," she replied. "Don't you want to try anything different?" he asked. "You could be on top, or I could kiss you all over. There are lots of things we could do. I'd really like to try something more unusual." "Oh no," she told him. "It's perfect just as it is. We don't need to do anything nasty, do we?" He agreed, because he loved her. He certainly did not want to do anything she thought was 'nasty' or anything that might upset her. "I think you might like some other things," he tried to persuade her, "If you would just try them." She shook her head. She was just not interested. ** It was late on a Friday night. For the first time in many months she had been out. It was a reunion with some of her friends who she had not seen for several years, and although she had said she would rather spend the evening at home with him, he told her to go out and enjoy herself. He was already in bed. He was not asleep, and had been watching a late film on the little television in the corner of the bedroom. He heard her come in. There was a crash from the front door and then a thud as she tripped over something and fell over. An expletive drifted up to him, startling him because he could not remember ever having heard her swear. She staggered up the stairs and appeared at the bedroom door. "I think I've had a little too much to drink," she slurred, swaying from side to side. He grinned at her. "That should do you good," he told her. "It's about time you let your hair down!" She put a finger to her lips. "Hush," she said indistinctly, "You're very bad." "And you're very good," he said sarcastically, suddenly rather annoyed. "It would be too much effort to be even a little bad, wouldn't it?" He regretted saying it as soon as the words left his lips. It was very unfair. She spent most of her life making an effort to please him one way or another. She did not seem to mind. She curtsied at him unsteadily. "Well, kind sir," she said, "Tonight I might be very bad, starting with these." As she spoke, she pulled apart the top of her dress, exposing her breasts only just contained in a low-cut, lacy, black bra. "You're drunk," he told her. "And you're sexy," she retorted, wagging a finger at him severely. "It's very bad how sexy you are. No one had a right to be as sexy as you are." "Just get undressed and come to bed," he said. "I thought you wanted these," she said in a disappointed voice, staring down at her partly exposed breasts. "They're very nice." "Yes they're very nice," he agreed. "Now come to bed." "Oh. I forgot," she said suddenly. "You prefer this." She lifted the front of her dress. "Look," she said proudly. "Stockings." "You're not wearing any knickers!" he exclaimed in surprise. "Aren't I?" she said bending forward to check. "So I'm not. Must have lost them somewhere. Oh dear. What a shame." She reached behind her and unzipped the top of her dress. She wriggled out of it, letting it fall to the floor. "I'm right, aren't I?" she asked him, "You do like this best. You like it so much you just want to kiss it and kiss it and kiss it and kiss it, but I never let you 'cos that would be bad and I'm not bad." He did not answer. He was staring at her. In her black bra, black suspender belt and dark stockings she was the most desirable woman he had ever seen. "I knew you liked it," she said triumphantly, pointing at the bulge in the bedclothes. "And now you're bad, and bad boys need a smack." She lurched forward, aiming a slap at the bulge. She missed completely and fell forward onto the bed. "Oops. Missed." She burped loudly. "Manners." "Come to bed." He reached for her. "Wait!" She put up one hand to stop him. "Why?" "'Cos I want a pee." She clambered to her feet, trying to look dignified. She swayed and looked around as if unsure which direction she was heading. "Ah," she said, waving in the general direction of the bathroom. "There is it. Back soon." He heard her fall against the wall in the bathroom and then sit down heavily. "Tinkle, tinkle," she announced. "Can you hear that?" "Hurry up," he told her. "Can't rush it," she said seriously. "Even when it's noisy. I hate it noisy. I put loo paper down first in the ladies so no one can hear me." "I didn't want to know that." "Yes you did," she said, reappearing in the bedroom. "You want to know everything about me." She started towards the bed and then stopped. "Yeuch." "What's up?" "Pissed myself. All down my legs. Must have stood up too soon." "I didn't want to know that either." "You can lick it off if you like," she said cheerfully. "I expect you'd like that." "No thanks." "Yes you do." She leapt onto the bed and knelt astride him. For a moment she looked down at him, studying him. He saw the glistening pearls of moisture on her thighs and between them. "Lick," she said, lowering herself towards him. "You've always wanted to." "Aren't you tired?" he suggested hopefully. "Just get into bed and go to sleep. You'll have an awful headache in the morning." "No I won't," she declared. "I don't get hangovers." "Well you'll feel bad when you remember this," he said, but already she was pressing against him. "Lick," she suggested again. Her damp thighs were against the sides of his face. He kissed deep between her legs and then pressed his tongue into her. She sighed with pleasure. "You were right," she told him. "It's not bad." She squealed as he found exactly the right spot and sucked at her. "Now that's bad," she gasped, "What are you doing?" He had brought one hand up underneath her and pressed a finger into her, quickly adding a second finger without stopping sucking on her. She jumped from him, panting and shaking her head. "That's too much," she said unsteadily. "Too much, too fast. I'll have to do something about that." She disappeared into the bathroom again and returned with their two thick towelling bathrobes. "You're not going to wear that," he said in disgust. "That's not very sexy!" "I'm not going to wear it," she confirmed, pulling the belts from each of the bathrobes and dropping the robes on the floor. "I'm going to control your wandering hands!" She jumped on top of him again, sitting astride his chest. Fumbling slightly, she looped one of the bathrobe belts around the corner of the bed and knotted it tightly on his wrist. She repeated it with the other belt, pulling his wrists towards the corners of the bed. "Hey!" he protested, although he had had plenty of time to resist her while she did it. "Got you," she said with satisfaction. "You always wanted it kinky, so now you're going to get it kinky!" Without giving him time to reply, she moved up to his face. "Lick," she said, and this time it was a command. She moaned with pleasure as his tongue and lips worked on her for several minutes. "Look," he said, "Untie my wrists now. It's getting uncomfortable." "Don't stop!" she groaned, "Don't stop." She pressed forward onto him, seeking his mouth and tongue on her again. He was half smothered by her, and poked his tongue into her as hard as he could. She squealed, and her body quivered. She pushed down harder, rocking backward and forward. He tried to tell her that he could not breathe at all, that she was suffocating him and hurting him, but what little sound escaped from underneath her she ignored completely. Several times he thought he would pass out from lack of air, but each time he managed to snatch a much needed breath as she squirmed on top of him. He had no idea how long it went on. It seemed like hours. Finally she shuddered, screamed, then relaxed, falling backwards onto the bed and lying exhausted, perspiring and gasping. He closed his eyes in relief, wondering whether his face looked as bruised as it felt. She sat up, removed her bra and stockings, and clambered into bed next to him. "That was wonderful," she said, kissing him lightly. "Untie me," he said softly. She reached for the belts that held his wrists and pulled at them. "I can't," she said. "It's too difficult. My fingers are numb. Just go to sleep." "I need..." He thrust his hips upward slightly, knowing she would understand. "I don't feel like that now," she told him. "It would be so boring after that wonderful..." "You need to untie me." She shook her head. "I can't," she said positively. "Maybe in the morning I'll be able to. Anyway, I'm sure I'm going to want to do that again and again, just as soon as I have my breath back." "You can't leave me like this!" He was horror struck at the thought he might be not be freed until the morning. "I can," she said quietly, running one hand over his chest and cuddling close to him. "I most certainly can. Go to sleep now. I'll wake you up when I need you again..." Stop It, Daddy! Tessa looked at the clothes receipt as she walked into the house, noticing she'd spent way more than her father allowed her to. "Oh shit," she thought. "Maybe I'll return these tomorrow or something... He won't find out, right?" The bill read almost $2000 in clothes and a couple extra for the ride home, where she had tipped the driver by $50, not realizing her mistake. Biting her lip as her father shuffled into the kitchen, she quickly threw the receipt away. "Hi Daddy, I'm back from my shopping trip." Tessa said confidently, hiding her nerves. She daren't breathe a word about the price. "Oh yes, my little princess, I heard you coming in." her father said, smiling and pouring some Monthélie wine into a tall glass. The wine was a chance for Tessa to change the subject. "So Daddy, where was that imported from?" she said with a joyful tone, pointing to the wine. Her expression turned sour as he picked up the receipt. "It's from France, dear... What is this?" he questioned, squinting at the numbers. Tessa tried to reach for the small piece of paper but he held his hand high in the air and his eyes turned cold. "You went $1200 over budget! How am I gonna pay for our damn house now, little girl?!" he shouted bitterly, ignorant to the cries of his daughter. "Daddy! Please! I didn't mean to!" she kept shouting through muffled weeps. But her father put his hand around her mouth and stared at her figure. In those few moments, it felt like forever. She was so dead now, she was going to be kicked out... or made to work! "You're gonna have to work for me, you little bitch." he chuckled, marveling at the thought of fucking his own daughter. "No Daddy! I don't want to work in a grubby factory! Don't make me, Daddy!" she tried to scream, despite the hand over her mouth. "No, bitch, you're gonna work as a little slut, carrying men's seed wherever you go." Her eyes rolled back in her head at the thought. "Mm, yes, you will make a fine slut..." her father laughed. THE NEXT DAY Tessa was already awake by 7:30 am after being put to bed from passing out. It must have been a sick dream, she thought. Then, she felt her way around the bed in the dark. The sheets were cold, and it wasn't her own. Her legs were stuck to something and she couldn't move her body as freely as she wanted. The lights flicked on. "Ah, so you're awake." her father said, caught in a daze at the sight of his own daughter, his own baby. Her mother was always a charmer, he thought, and she had certainly taken her round, ample tits and soft little ass. She was a virgin, and tighter than most, too. Tessa looked around, disconcerted at her surroundings. Two small cuffs captured her ankles, holding them to the end of the bed and a gag was held in her mouth by some leather straps. She could only cry out some indistinguishable noises, such as 'Auw' and some heavy breathing. A man was standing by the bed, his dick standing up like her pink nipples. She clenched her cunt muscles at the thought of his thick, eight-inch member entering her virgin hole. But at the same time, her body betrayed her. Her pussy was already soaking wet, her juices dripping off the bed. Both men were watching her squirm and writhe in sexual agony. "This is Lucas Atherton. He will be your master for today, and breed you and fuck you like the little slut you are. You will address him as "Sir" and "Master" and obey any instructions I or he gives you. Do what he pleases or I'll sell you and disown you." Tessa's father said with a stern look on his face. Damn you, you wretched man, she thought. It was one thing to make your daughter get a job, but this... this was fucking abuse! How could he make her do this? She was only a week short of 19 and wanted to save her damn virginity for a guy who DESERVED it. Not this prick she used to call a fucking father! The stranger, now Lucas, proceeded to squeeze and play with her full breasts. It felt so good, and yet wanted to resist this sick man's touch. She jumped with every pinch of the nipple, screwing up her eyes and cursing through the gag. He circled her clit, making sure to work her up to an orgasm but not touch her little nub. She had pleased herself before, and this was just the way she liked it. She made inaudible sounds through the gag, bucking her hips to the rhythm of his touch. He removed her gag, slapping her hard in the face. "What do you say, slut?" "I'm a dirty whore, Master. I want you to fuck me like the ugly bitch I am. Please Master, fuck me hard!" she pleaded, only to impress him. Secretly she wanted to say "Fuck you," but knew it wouldn't be her way out of there. "I didn't hear you loud enough," her Master shouted as he flicked her little clit, throwing her off the edge. "I-I'm a dirty f-fucking whore Master! P-please let me c-c-cum for you! Fuck m-me!" she stuttered, giving up. He grinned, letting go of her cunt. He unlocked her cuffs and leaned close into her ear. "Get on your knees, bitch, or I'll fuck your ass raw." he whispered, scaring her enough that she did so. She got on her knees, thrusting her ass up in the air and spreading her legs wide so he could see her little virgin asshole, puckered up. "Mmm... hot damn. God, bitch, you got a hot figure. Hold your ass open, cunt." He licked his lips while she raised her hands to her ass tentatively. He squirted some lube into his hand, spreading it all over her little hole. His dick sprung into action almost immediately, guiding itself into her ass. He held her broad hips, fucking her fast. "Yeah, you like that huh? Say you fuckin' love it bitch." "I love it, Sir. I love your cum." she cried through screams of his dick ripping through her asshole. When he cummed quick, Tessa was disappointed. At least be good at it, she thought. Her ass was covered in sticky, hot cum. "Taste it. Tastes good, huh? Yeah, you like that; you ugly piece of shit." "Lucas, thank you. Your hour is up. You owe me two hundred bucks. She's a little bargain." He left a fistful of notes in her father's hand, pulled up his pants and exited. So this is how it was, she thought. She was going to live like this for the rest of her life... Or would she? LATER THAT EVENING "You know, you did pretty well. For a cunt." her father spoke softly, pushing her golden locks behind her ears and locking his lips with hers. "I love you Daddy. I will be your slut. I will be your cunt and I will be your slave. Please do not ever leave me, Daddy." she whispered, hugging her new Master. To be continued...