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Amy's Second Gift

CZuck83 on Fetish Stories

Round Two

I pull on the restraints, making sure everything is tight.  Your wrists and ankles chained together, hogtied with leather and steel.  I bend down to kiss you passionatly, your eyes staring into mine, you tell me that you're ready for me in every way possible.  We exchange our loving words, then you assure me that you are ready for me.

I pull you to the edge of the bed, your head over the side, letting your head fall back.  I get closer, reach across and begin to massage your already wet clit.  As my fingers slide their way inside of you, you open your mouth and first, suck on my balls, hanging directly in front of your face, when I'm as hard as possible, I take my cock into my free hand and push it through your lips.  Your tounge works over
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my smooth member, as I work it in and out of your loving mouth.  You extend your neck, wanting more of it.  

"Are you ready for it?"  I ask, your mumbles and continues sucking tells me that you are, so I take place both my hands on either side of your face and slowly slide my cock deeper into your mouth,  you cough as I hit the back of your throat, I begin to pull back, but you signal to me not to, so I shove it back into your throat.  I feel the breath from your nostrals against my sac, and know that you can handle it all, so I slowly begin to rock my hips, bringing my dick in and out of your mouth, slowly building momentum until Ive achieved a steady motion....

"You like me fucking your little face, dont you?"  I ask, you mumble a definite affirmative.  My hands slide farther behind your head and pull it closer, my humping slowly gets faster, shoving my cock as far in as I can, occasionally pausing to hold it deep in your throat.  You occasionally gag, but I keep pushing, breaking every few seconds to let you take in some air before returning to the fuck fest.  We continue for several minutes until I feel the build getting ready to erupt.  I pull your face as close as possible and shove my cock deeper then I have yet, pulling back only as I begin to flow.  I release jet after jet of cum into your mouth, your loving tounge moving to catch every last drop, as the smile on your face widens.  

As I dry out, I give your throat a couple final thrusts, ensuring that you've recieved every drop of my juice.  When I'm sure I'm clean, I pull out and wipe the sweat from my chest.  I look down at your smiling face, and I know that you want more.  So I grab your legs and spin you around on the bed.  I pull out a condom and slide it over my still hard member, then climb onto the bed, push your legs back to spread you wide and shove my cock hard into your soaking pussy.

You scream in pleasure, as I push my self into you and bend so that our lips can meet.  You slide your tounge into my mouth, as I drive my cock in and out of you.  Our mouths release as you scream in pleasure, your pussy lips clench tight around my cock, as your body tenses in extasy.

I shoot another load, as I finish you off.  I release your binds and fall tired to the bed.  You roll over, wrapping your arms around my neck and we kiss once again.  I wrap my arms around your waist and hold you close to me, our legs entwined, our arms embraced and our lips connected for a few more moments.  We release our kiss and fall alseep, wrapped in each other's warmth, knowing that life is perfect as long as we are together.

My own Medicine

Dman1000 on Fetish Stories

The door shuts as the tall red head locks the door behind her. “Hi I’m nurse June, you must be Derrick, I’v been told that you are having trouble ejaculating. Tell me about it.” Well it’s like this…” I lean against the wall not quite sure what to do with myself. “For the past few weeks, whenever I would masturbate I could never ejaculate and I would only receive small orgasms. On a normal session I would work at it for a few hours and then give up.” “hum, I think I know what the problem is but I will have to look to make sure. Remove all of your cloths.”

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Times New Roman">I paused not sure what to do or if I heard her right. “Don’t worry I’ll be gentile” she said with a smile as she sat down on the stole. I kicked off my shoes and my nerves begin to grow. I took a deep breath and removed my shirt. I couldn’t help but think how luck I was to have to do this in front of a woman. My shorts dropped to the floor, her eyes moved from my face to my genitals. I diverted my eyes from Nurse June as I lowered my boxers. As soon as I had stepped out of them June rolled her stole in from of me. She reached out with her left hand and took hold of my limp cock. Her hand was cold but soft. She held my cock strait up in the air as she fondled and massaged my balls with her right. I was glade she wasn’t warring gloves, I hate the feel of latex. I was just getting into her messaging my balls when at once she moved her stole over to the table leaving me standing naked and confused. She was writing in her folders, as I asked “so, is it what…” cutting me off to reply ”yes, your sperm is blocked, but we can fix it here today. I need you to get one of those gounds on.” There was one on the table, I started to get dressed init. Nurse June finished writing “lay down on the table” I did so. “Are you nervous?” “Yes” I said softly. “Don’t worry” June said “Nurse Alyse will be taking care of you. You’ll like her, she’s young, blond and ready to ease any nearness you might have. But for now close your eyes and take deep breaths.” Nurse June took my hands above my head. I didn’t what she was doing until I felt metal rings close around my wrists. I opened my eyes to see that Nurse June had handcuffed me to the bed. I stared to struggle. “Just relax Derrick, it’s for your protection, this can get a little rough.” She smiled at me as said it and I believed her. She sank down and poled up a blanket and spread it over me. “It might be a little while until nurse Alyse comes. This will keep you worn until then.” Nurse June turned and then left closing the door behind her.

I felt like an hour had passed when the door handle turned. I looked up to see a short, young blond woman enter the room, “Hi Derrick” she said. She had a covered tray that she set down on a table beside the bed but it was higher then my head so I couldn’t see what was on it when she removed the cloth. I could only make what I thought was a blue round plastic object. “I’m Nurse Alyse, I hear you have an ejaculation problem, well I’m hear to fix it.” She had a wonderful smile. “Are you ready?” She asked as she removed the blanket that covered me. “I guess so” I replied. “good”. She polled the knots holding the gound together then pulling it to the side reviled my soft cock. That is a very pretty cock you have”. I said nothing. She took a bottle of k-y lube and pored some into her hands. One hand gently stroked my cock and the other massages my balls. You seen nervous, are you? “A little”, “I know what will help” she said. She moved backwards until I could see her head to toe. Reaching up she unzipped her white Nurse uniform, her beautiful C tits rolled out as she stood in nothing but her red g-string. She gave me a wink and pulled down her paints reviling a neatly trimmed monde of public hair. “What do you think?”, “Your very sexy”. “Thanks” as she ran her hands over her breaths. “I have to get you really heard now” with that she took a penis pump off the try and guided my cock into it. “Will this hurt?” I asked “no, but you will feel it.” I felt the rim of the pump press down around my cock and I watched as she toke the handle and pumped three times on it. Each time I felt my cock expand and get polled. It was uncomfortable and pleasurable at the same time. “How does this feel?” She asked. “All right” I said. “I’m going to pump you a few more times, just relax” I took a deep breath as she pumped it. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as she pumped my again. As she pumped my for the six time I let out a cry of pleasure, “oh god that feels good”, “glad to hear you enjoyed it.” Alyse smiled. She pulled the penis pump away, my rock hard cock lay against my belly. “Time for the handjob, this is my favorite part”. Watch as she put on latex gloves and a vibratory off the try. Holding my cock up in the air, she ran the vibratory over the underside and head of my cock. “You must be enjoying this!” I smiled. She guided the vibratory over my head and down my cock and onto my ball then back up again several times. She took a deep breath, “you not cumming like I expected, I’m going to have to try something else.” With that she spread my legs and sat down at the end of the bed facing me. She unhooked her shoes, reviling her lovely feet. She put her feet on my chest, ”I’m going to give you a footjob now but I need you to suck my toes, ok?”, “Why” I asked, “because it well get me wet”. She moved her right foot to my lips. “Please” She begged. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth, her toes dived in and I sucked and licked them the best I could. Removing her foot she said ”Now the right one” and put her right foot to my mouth, I suck and licked it as well. “Thanks” as she removed her foot from my mouth, “now for the footjob”. She grabbed the bottle of K-y and covered her feet with it. She took my cock in between her feet and stroked slowly up and down. It felt amazing, I begin to moan with each stroke and she quickened her pace. I was sweating and moaning “oh My God this is so fucking good. I’M GOING TO CUUUUUM” My hips buckled and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. A long stream of sperm shot up and landed on her ankle as my cock pored cum down my shaft all over her feet and on my balls. I lay back breathless. “that must have feel amazing, now its time for you medicine.” Alyse grabbed a mettle spoon off the try and begin to collect my sperm from her feet and my balls into it. Once it was filled to the brim with my sperm Alyse get off the bed and stands beside me again. “It that my medicine?” “Yes it is” as she hodes the spoon in frond of my mouth. “But that’s my sperm” I said, “I know, you need to drink it”. “NO, I’m not going to drink my own sperm” I exclaimed. “Look Derrick either you drink your sperm willingly or I will have to force you to drink it. Please don’t make this hard for you”. “I’m not drinking it” I said. “Fine. Here it goes”. She grabbed the blue object which turned out to be a funnel and put it to my lips. I tried to close my mouth but she forces the tip of the funnel through my teeth and into the back of my through. “Now you are going to drink you sperm”, with that she turned the spoon upside down over the funnel as my sperm pored out into the hole at the bottom and flowed into the back of my throat. It was worm and salty and it had a horrible taste. Nurse Alyse removes the funnel and held my mouth closed with one of her hands and massaged my throat with the other. “Just let it slide down you throat.” I tried to stop but her messaging made it impossible and I had to give in, with a loud swallow I let my sperm down my throat. “That’s a good boy. See that wasn’t so bad, was it?” She smiled and I couldn’t help but to nod my head no. “Well, now that it over I need to clean you up”. With that she pointed my sperm covered cock to her mouth and suck the remaining cum into her mouth, taking her cock out of her mouth she gave a load swallow and smiled. I smiled back.        

my best friends sister

moltyj on Fetish Stories

I have a smoking fetish, although I couldn’t tell you the exact date it started. I just found that one day anytime I saw a woman smoking a cigarette, I couldn’t help myself. I’d automatically picture her on her knees in front of me, wisps of smoke pouring from her mouth as she took a drag and then engulfed my cock. And it seemed that the moment I realized this, everyone I knew started to smoke. Everyone.

Which brings me to my story. I was 18 at the time and in a rock band, and the bass player Kevin introduced me to a girl named Jackie he had met at school the day before. She was barely 16, with short brown hair, tight body, and a really sweet ass. She started coming to our practices, and then her brother would come along as well. None of us sm
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oked at the time, except for the occasional cigar, and Jackie wouldn’t even do that. She was a health nut, and I never even saw her eat red meat. Jackie’s brother and I hit it off real well, so we started hanging out, which gave me ample time to get to know his sister, and to be around her.

Well, college came, and I left and went away. I didn’t see Jackie or her brother Phil for that whole time, and my smoking fetish grew and grew during that time, although I could never find a girl who would smoke for me during sex. I’d often imagine it while I was fucking some girl at college, that she’d light up and blow smoke in my face while I was on top of her ramming my cock into her snatch. I’d blow my load on her stomach, continuing to imagine that she was smoking while my cum splattered on her tummy.

Then, two days before I was to go home for the summer, I got an e-mail from Phil. He said that he and my friends were throwing a party for my return. I smiled, knowing what had happened at some of the parties we threw in high school, which made me look forward to going home even more. If I’d known then what I know now, I would have flown home.

I pulled my car into Phil’s driveway and parked it, and was greeted by a most glorious sight. There was a group of girls on his front deck, all of them smoking. As I got to the porch, they girls parted to let me to the door, and I had to walk sideways so they wouldn’t see the giant erection I had. When they parted, I was offered another incredible sight: this girl with short blonde hair and the most incredible body I had ever seen. From behind, I saw her take a long drag, and exhale through her nose and mouth. I nearly came in my pants right then. When she turned around and let me see her face, I did. Her pouty lips held her cigarette, a Marlboro Menthol Light, and the contrast of the white on those ruby-red lips sent a shiver up my spine. It was Jackie, Phil’s sister, and she had grown into on of the hottest women I had ever seen in my life! When she saw me, she took a quick drag and rushed to me, exhaling as she went to hug me, and the smoke hit me right in the face.

“Sorry about that,” she said as she hugged me tightly. Her breasts were pressing against my chest, and I knew she felt the bulge in my crotch.

“No problem at all,” I said. “And when did you start smoking?”

“Couple of months ago, when school got rough,” she replied.

She released me form the hug and I decided to spend some more time with her on the porch. I took my own smokes out and lit one, exhaling through my nose as I usually did. We talked for about ten or fifteen minutes and she chain-smoked the entire time, driving me insane. She was sneaking peeks at my crotch from time to time, obviously noticing the growing tent there. I too was taking my own looks at her tight top, showing her hard nipples in the chill air. When my eyes met up with hers again I caught her in the middle of a drag; she snap-inhaled, pursed her lips, and exhaled a wonderful stream of smoke, all the while keeping eye contact with me. I finished my smoke and quickly hurried inside to find a bathroom to relieve myself in more ways than one.

I went inside and upstairs to Phil’s room, cause he had his own bathroom and I needed some privacy. I finished pissing and stood in front of the sink, letting my pants fall to my ankles as I gripped my 8” cock and started pumping. I envisioned Jackie this time, as I never had, on her knees in front of me, sucking my hard cock and taking breaks to smoke her cig, all the while blowing the smoke over the tip of my cock. I was so wrapped up in my fantasy that I didn’t hear the door to Phil’s room open, or the door to the bathroom creak. But I did hear the gasp, and I struggled to pull my pants up as I turned around. Jackie was in the doorway, her mouth hanging wide open, burning cigarette in her right hand. I turned red, thoroughly embarrassed, and made my way past her to sit on Phil’s bed. She sat down across from me in a chair, taking nervous drags on her cigarette.

“Jackie, I’m sorry,” I stammered.”I thought I was alone up here.” I still couldn’t take my eyes off her lips as she smoked, and the image I had jerked off to came flooding back into my head.

“It’s alright Jerry,” she said as she exhaled smoke. “I shouldn’t have walked in on you like that. I should have…”

Her voice was slightly slurred, and I could tell she had been drinking some, but when she stopped speaking I didn’t know why. Then I looked down and saw my cock poking up through the fly in my jeans, which I had forgotten to zip. I put my head in my hands and hung my head.

Then, I heard a sound, and when I uncovered my face, Jackie was on her knees before me, resting one hand on my thigh as the other took my cock.

“Let me make it up to you,” she said. “Let me make up for embarrassing you.” She took a long drag on her smoke, and went to put it out in an empty can near the bed, but I stopped her.

“Keep smoking,” I said, as I pulled her head toward my cock. I saw a naughty smile form on her face right before her lips wrapped around my cock, and I saw and felt smoke exhaled through her nose as she began to suck. I fell back on the bed, turning my head down so I could watch her. She had apparently sucked a couple of dicks in her day, because she was bobbing on my cock like a pro. She pushed her head down on it, trying to take it all, and I could feel the back of her throat as it caressed the tip of my rock-hard dick. She stopped sucking, and before I could wonder why, she moved her cigarette to her now smeared lips, taking a drag while she was still sucking me off. I nearly blew right then, but I held off. This was a fantasy come true. The next time she took a drag, I pulled her head off my cock with an audible slurp and brought her up to face me, and I could see the wanton need for sex in her eyes. I kissed her then, and she ran her tongue into my mouth while blowing her mouthful of smoke into mine. I inhaled it, this new naughty sensation driving me even wilder. We kissed for a few more minutes, and she put her cigarette out. I kissed down to her perfect breasts, sucking each nipple in turn, then ran my hand down the front of her pants, and into her panties. They were soaking wet with her juices, and my hand practically glided to her pussy, and I parted her lips with a finger. I continued to work her slit while I unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them off of her with her panties.

Her bald pussy stared back at me, although I could see it’d been a few days since she shaved. She moaned and I wasted no time in driving my face into her waiting pussy, licking and sucking like there was no tomorrow. I sucked on her clit and I heard throaty moans escape her lips. I heard rustling above and looked up to see her resting on her elbows to watch me, an unlit cigarette hanging out of her mouth.

“Jerry, light my cigarette while you eat me out,” she said. I dug in my pocket for my lighter, and brought it up to her smoke with a shaky hand. It managed to get lit though, and she took a long drag, throwing her head back in ecstasy as she combo-exhaled, beautiful clouds of smoke coming out of her mouth and nose. When she looked back at me I took her cigarette from her mouth, took a big drag, spread her pink pussy lips, and slowly exhaled all over her moist cunt. She stared at me wide-eyed and pulled my face back into her snatch and seconds later she was having an earth-shaking orgasm, the lit cigarette hanging from her mouth as she gripped the sheets. She called my name out and I licked faster, sucking on her clit to intensify the feeling. She collapsed onto the bed, taking a drag as I stood up. She looked at me with lust-filled eyes, and as she exhaled, she spoke the two greatest words I had ever heard in my life:

“Fuck Me…”

I dropped my pants, and she picked her legs up off the bed, peeking around them to watch me, taking drags on her smoke. I wasted no time, moving to her and throwing her legs over my shoulders, looking down on her as I drove my cock all the way inside her in one quick stroke. She was mid-drag and choked on the smoke as she gasped when I entered her, and I started mercilessly pounding her cunt, pulling all the way out and ramming it back in. She held her cigarette up for me to take a drag and I did, exhaling the smoke into her face. She moaned, placing the cigarette back into her mouth. She ran her hands up my sides, digging her nails into my ribs and I fucked her. I was on autopilot, ramming my 8” cock into her tight cunt, when she did the unthinkable: she took a drag, her biggest yet, and pulled my face towards her. She pursed her lips, and blew her smoke into my face, extremely slow, all the while staring into my eyes. My dream had come true, and I picked up the pace even more. She came again quickly, her pussy pulsating around my shaft, and I knew it was over. I parted her legs to cum all over her stomach, but she looked up at me.

“Cum in me, Jerry…don’t pull out.” Her voice was breathy, and I could see the remnants of smoke as she spoke.

“Jackie, I can’t…what about getting pregnant?” I asked.

She smiled at me, humping her ass up to meet me.

“I’m on the Pill; please cum inside me. No one ever has.”

Who was I to turn down her fantasy after she had fulfilled mine? I looked down at her as she kept smoking, and she raised her head to do a French inhale, looking at me the whole time. That was it for me; I shoved my cock deep twice, and I felt my come shoot out like a cannon, and it seemed like it was going to do that forever. She obviously felt it too, and I felt her pussy clamp around my cock as she had another orgasm. Minutes seemed to pass as I came inside her, never slowing down my furious pace. I finally collapsed beside her, my cock now growing soft inside her. She leaned in and kissed me softly, smiling at me.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since I met you,” she said.

“Good…then I don’t feel so bad,” I said. She put her arm under her head and continued to smoke as we talked, and needless to say, I was ready to go again real soon.

We started dating after that, but our relationship just couldn’t hold up to the heat of that night. We’re still good friends, and every now and then she indulges my need for a smoking fetish fix.

Punk Rock Goddess

DreadDawson on Fetish Stories


Her name was Kristina. I remember the first time I saw her. It was the first day of Biology my freshman year. I didn't really know anyone yet and was sitting by myself. She walked in wearing a ripped black tanktop, fishnets and a black and white checkered skirt. She was petite, about 5'4 with a small frame but she still had these really nice breasts that you could plainly see because she obviously didn't like to wear bras. Black hair cropped short against her pale skin. She wasn't pasty or wearing alot of makeup like a Cure reject but she didn't get too much sun. And she had these blue eyes that just shot right through me.

At this point I should probably tell you that I have an established weakness for the ass-kicking alterna-girl. Which is unfortunate, because I'm not the kind of guy

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the ass-kicking alterna girl goes for. I'm not ugly or anything. And I'm not that geeky. I'm just a regular guy. I don't have any tats. Or piercings. I'm not in a band. And my self destruction has never reached epic proportions.

Anyway, in walks this punk rock goddess. She looks around the room with that non-chalant I don't give a crap about anything pose alterna-girls have and then she finds herself a seat. At this point I am sprung. Like wood shooting out of my pants. Praying to god that she or anybody for that matter doesn't notice me staring at her through the entire first day of class.

Suffice to say, it took me half of first semester get up the courage to go talk to her. And she was nice. Didn't really show any interest in me, but she didn't ignore me. Didn't dismiss me. We chatted for a little bit and that was it.

Well, we were both heavy into the science department. She wanted to be a nurse. I was majoring in bio. We ended up taking alot of classes together. We were even lab partners once. I didn't get much done that semester.

One time our Junior year she was at my house studying for a midterm. Kristina was having difficulty with the endocrine system and we were studying pretty late into the night. I lived kind of far from campus and she didn't want to trek back to the dorms so she crashed at my place. In my bed.

Now she'd been in a relationship for awhile at that point. I don't remember his name. I'm sure he was in a band. I had been seeing this girl for like 2 months. Which is 6 months in college time. So, Kristina is lying next to me in my bed, wearing my t-shirt and a pair of my shorts. I'm wearing pajama bottoms, which I don't really do, and it is taking ALL of my self control not to roll over on top of her, press myself into her lithe body, feel her hips against my pelvis and her breasts pressed against my chest. But we don't. At one point we wake up and we were touching. God I wanted her. But nothing happened. Longest night of my life.

Fast forward. I graduate college. I get a job. It's mind numbing but it pays. Not much social contact. Not alot of prospects. Plus there's that whole don't shit where you eat thing. I start tutoring at the college I went to. Pick up a little extra cash and, I don't know, get out more. Interact with people. So, I'm walking towards my tutoring session and someone is just laying on the car horn. Damn near scared the shit out of me. I turn around and there is my punk rock goddes, smiling ear to ear.

Kristina gets out of the car, she looks...just sexy. She's got these two little tattoos on her waist, just inside her hip bones which, of course, are sticking out of her pants. I'm pretty sure girls do that just to drive me crazy. We hugged. Play catch up. I asked her how things are going with her musician guy. She smiled, "oh, we're not together anymore."

Proudly, I did not jump for joy. Instead I offered my sympathies. I told her we should get together, we exchange numbers. I walk away giddy.

I waited. Didn't call her that night. She might have just wanted to be friends. Words all men hate hearing. So, I waited. Called a few days later. Voice mail. damn it. Left a message. Tried not to sound too akward. Next day, no call. Day after that. Day after that. Weekend goes by. Fuck. I started thinking I called too early. I was too eager. Damn it.

A week went by. And then, on a wednesday night, there was a voicemail waiting for me. There was a show downtown. Some band I'd never heard of. She wanted to know if I could make it. I had to work the next day, but fuck it. I put on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt and went downtown.

I was in a club full of people I don't know. The girls were hot. The guys were lookin' territorial. I just wanted to find Kristina so I wouldn't feel so out of place. Wandered around for like 10 minutes and then there was a pair of hands over my eyes. "Guess who", she said.
"God, I hope that's you Kristina", I replied. I turned around and saw her smiling up at me. We hugged. I tried not to linger but I probably did.
"Come on," Kristina said, "you're buying me a drink".
And I did. We talked. Well, screamed was more like it. The band wasn't very good. But they were loud. She was in a nursing program and working in a bar at night. She broke up with the musician after he went on tour. Fucked some chick. Maybe more than one. "Fucker", I said. She nodded.

An hour, maybe two went by. Fuck, I wanted this girl. Her blue eyes were killing me. She had a tongue ring that made my cock twitch every time it came into view. And I just sat there. Talking.

Finally, she just looked at me, right in the eye. "So, when are you going to ask me to come home with you?"
"Right now" I answered.

I have never paid a tab that fast in my life.

We got to my apartment and she walked into the living room like she owned the place. She took off her jacket and dropped it on the floor. Undid her boots, kicked them off in separate directions, turned around and stared at me. She crooked her finger at me, motioning me to get my ass over there. Which I did. She just looked up at me with this expression of "And?". Daring me. Challeging me.

I ran my fingers through her black hair. She closed her eyes for a moment and a slight smile played on her lips. I leaned down and kissed her. Her tounge slid into my mouth. I'd never kissed a girl with a tongue ring before. And I was addicted from that point on. Her hand reached up to the back of my head and pulled me further into the kiss. http://www.internetisforporn.com/go.php?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nsgalleries.com%2Fhosted1%2Fns%2Fgals%2Feva-angelina6%2Findex.php%3Fid%3D104656&img=img446d9ccb9610fns-cash-eva-angelina.jpg" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker('/go.php?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nsgalleries.com%2Fhosted1%2Fns%2Fgals%2Feva-angelina6%2Findex.php%3Fid%3D104656&img=img446d9ccb9610fns-cash-eva-angelina.jpg');">The kiss became deeper. Rougher. My hand reached out to the waist of her jeans, I pulled her next to me. I wanted my rock hard cock pressed into her. As close to her pussy as I could get it. Her hands moved down my back, not lightly, until they came to my ass, where she squeezed and pulled me into her. I took my hand and placed it over her pussy. I started to rub it through her jeans. I could feel heat coming off her and her jeans getting slightly damp with her sweat and juices.

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She looked me right in the eye, "I know", was her only reply. Slowly, she pushed me back to my couch, made me sit down. Then she got down on her knees between my legs and started to slowly unbutton my pants. She looked me in the eye the entire time. Until my member popped free. Then she stared down at it. Her right hand found the base of my cock, and she ran her tongue ring all the way up the shaft to the tip. I shivered. She looked up at me with a smile.

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"I should get a condom," I said.
Her legs wrapped around my hips and pulled me in. "No", she said, "I want you to cum in me. I want to feel it". So, I pounded harder. My rock hard shaft slamming into her hot, soaking wet slit until finally I lost control. I started to cum and she pulled my hips into her and held me in while my cock pulsed and spewed my cum in her pussy.

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I woke up in the morning naked, with her next to me. I rolled over and pressed her naked body into me. Immediately, I was hard again, with my cock pressed against her extremely tight ass. Kristina was still asleep, so I thought I would wake her up in a manner that would show my appreciation for last night. I got under the covers and put my head between her legs. I took my tongue and rand it over her slit, getting it wet and spreading the folds of her pussy until I could get at her clit. When I found my prize and took her clit in my mouth and sucked on it, I knew that woke her up because her fingers were running through my hair. I alternated lapping at her pussy and sucking on her clit until she started to squirm. Then I took two of my fingers and put them in her cunt. Damn, it was like sticking my fingers in hot water. Tight hot water. And so I lay there, finger fucking her while I tongued her clit. She started moaning.
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"Thank you." She said.
"You never have to thank me." I replied. I kissed her. And lowered my body on top of her. I wanted her again. I was about to slide my cock into her soaking wet cunt when I remembered how turned on I was when I woke up and I was pressed up against her from behind.
I didn't say anything. I just rolled her over onto her stomach. I used my legs to spread her thighs and ran my cock down the center of her exquisite ass until I was positioned right infront of her dripping slit. Her hand reached back and guided me in. I reached forward and cupped her breasts while I bit her ear. I fucked her from behind for as long as I could. Trying to hold onto it. But my bare cock in her hot cunt, fucking her from behind. It wasn't long before I was fucking her like an animal. Finally I wrapped my hands around her shoulders and pulled her back into me, slamming my cock as deep into her as I could go. I camed deep inside her. Then we just laid there, with me on top of her and my naked cock burried in her pussy.

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We dated for a couple of weeks.
It just didn't work. We were too different.

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Her Scent

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-Her Scent-

 

 

At the age of 14 I had began spending most my time at my friend ben's. he had all my favorit games, his mom didn't care if we stayed up, and above all else It got me away from my crazy home life. At that point In time I was tall skinny and lanky. Never had sex, never kissed a girl. Addictied to porn, and I knew basically it all about sexual acts. Now ben's Older sister Emily played a large part of my hornyness. She was 19, light brown hair, medium height. She had amazing breasts that were saldy usually covered in a big sweater, or a sweatshirt. Her butt was her finest asset. It poped out like an apple, no matter what she wore.

To Explain bens family life an personality plays a large part in what happened. His mother divorced his fa

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th when he was 3, and they had all lived together since then. They were a liberal family, not affraid to speak thier minds. They were in no way snobby, they just lived, and tried to laugh.

 

One Day when I was at his house, it was morning. Ben and I were in the TV room, playing sometype of video game. In front of where I sat I remembered a large new excersise bike. It basically blocked my view of the television, But I just glanced around it.

Emily entered the room shortly after We finished. I was relaxed in the small comfortable chair behind the bike relaxing. I knew at that point in time, she had been training alot for some run, or marathon. So she came into the room. First thing I noticed was her apperal. Her top was nothing out the ordinary, a gray zip sweatshirt. But her bottoms werethat of dreams. She had on a pair of those black, skin tight excersise pants. They hugged every inch of her lower half. she walked in, and ignored me sitting behind her, and got onto the bike. Ben took no notice to her when she began peddling, but I sure did. My eyes were locked hard on her ass as it jiggled against the bike seat. Her pace quickened and halted, and quickened and halted. Sweat began be build up on the back the seat. Her butt crack every once and a while pocked out, and I could see drips of sweat leaking down her crack.

This all went on for an hour, and in that time I was having extream difficulty keeping my cock hidden from sight. When she finally did finish, the amount of sweaty liquid from her body on the bike had doubled on the seat. She was panting and moaning in tiredness. When she got up, she did what almost made me cum in my pants. She got off the bike, and 3-4 feet in front of me, bent over ,and stretched out her limbs, spreading her legs, trying to loosen up. in her quick bend her crotch came to me sight. It was soaked in liquid. And little drips were hitting the floor.

And just as it started, it ended. She straightened up, and walked out of room slowly. Ben was sitting in the chair ahead of me, and stood as well, and left the room. In that instant, me teen hormones took over. I stood up, and leaned down to the bike. I placed a finger onto the crotch of the bike seat. it was warm, and wet, and slippery. I leaned down, to get a quick smell, when footsteps were heard near the door. I shot back into my chair, and countinued watching TV.

 

Later that day we were on the road to the laundry mat, with a basket of emily's and bens dirty clothes. It was dusk, and by the time we got to the laundry mat, it had closed. Emily decided to go across the street to the store, ben went with her, leaving me in the car. Now I looked to my right, and glared at emily's large blue dirty laundry basket. The whole ride to the place, I had been taunted by the basket, her slinky black tight pants were fitted upon the top. I had wanted to smell then, taste them, taste her sweet hot pussy in my mounth finaly. But I hadn't of been able to with her in the car. So I reached out and gently lifted them from the basket. In the low light I struggled to find the crotch area. Finaly I found it by accident when my fingers ran over a moist patch. I ran the damp fabric through my fingers, feeling the cool wet liquid. Then did it. I slowly, sensually raised the fabric up to my nose. I breathed out, and out and out, until no air was left in my. I lowered my nose, 4 inches. 3 inches. 2 inches. 1 inch, and i hit it. I still had not taken a breath, I savored the feel of the coolness against the tip of my nose. Then I did it. I inhaled a slow and fast sniff. I was greeted by something so different it shocked me. It had the usual persperation scent almost like an onion, but a salty hue as well. And a meat that smelled not of animal, of vulva. I inhaled more, and more and more. WIth every breath more salty, amazing new smell of pure un-censored vagnia entered my lungs.

My nose traveled up her crotch, to the location where her asshole had laid. The wetness increased, and the scent came stronger. With every breath my cock grew in my pants.

I took it to the next level then. I traveled back to the crotch. Reaching inside the fabric I reveresed the material outward, and smelled it from the skin tight source. the smell was doubled, but with more of the meaty salt smell that made cum drip heavily out of my dick.

On pure instinct my tongue slipped out my lips, and lapped across the fabric. I spat it out almost immediatly. It tasted god awful, but I needed more. Ignoring the terrible taste, i payed all attention to the vaginal smell, and meaty taste. I teethed it, and sucked hard on it, and licked it up. I even swallowed some ofthe sweaty juices, and felt myself gag a little, as it hit my throat.

 

Just as it began to taste better, and swallowing it became funner. I heard the familier click of the doors unlocking my the automatic clicker. Fear. I quickly stowed the pants back into the pile, and looked to my left. Ben and his sister luckily werent looking my direction. I hadn't been seem. They both returned to the vehicle, and straped in. Niehter one seemed upset. I was Safe.

 

 

There are 3 more parts to this true story, that I intend to write about. Rate it, and tell me how you like it

 

I have inclused a photo of her lower half. She is the one on the RIGHT. at a halloween party

Kryztal

Carmenica Diaz on Fetish Stories

Kryztal

by

Carmenica Diaz 

Kryztal Part 1 (of 10 Parts)

  The lid to Pandora's box was ajar.


Caroline Blaine was beautiful, haughty and a perfect bitch.

Perhaps this was why she was so successful as a lawyer. Caroline had the capability of going ruthlessly for the jugular while smiling sweetly at the judge. She had everything - beauty, career, a refined accent, and a handsome husband.

Life, on a superficial level, was great but in those rare honest moments, Caroline admitted cautiously that, perhaps, there was something missing.

Caroline was

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a rarity in Hollywood as she was truly a natural blonde. That hair, together with legs to her armpits, large breasts, honey coloured skin and a warm and sensuous smile, made her the stuff men dreamed of and women envied.
 
Even though Caroline had lived in California for ten years, she scrupulously maintained her English accent; in fact she became more British as the years went on as it gave her a distinct and different image. Caroline hadn't been back to London for six years and sometimes wondered what her old school friends in Chelsea would think of her now.

It was a different time, a different world , she would tell her self when old memories came back, I was a different person to what I am now.

The firm of lawyers that employed Caroline saw her as the perfect addition to their partner ranks - a beautiful young woman with a stylish English accent who was not ashamed to be a carnivore in the courtroom. Only in Hollywood could a lawyer look like a movie star while the movie stars looked and acted like lawyers.

It also helped Caroline's image that her husband of almost ten months was also a successful Hollywood agent and as ruthless as he was handsome. Hal had been blessed with perfect teeth, dark brooding eyes and a crooked grin that seduced women and put men off guard before he crucified them with delight. It was said around Hollywood that nobody closed a deal like Hal Blaine, nobody could outwit or out-negotiate Hal Blaine.

Originally from Georgia, he had spent several years in Boston before moving to California and his dress sense was impeccable. He favoured expensive American suits, crisp shirts with glittering cuff-links and, of course, always the perfect tie. In an industry where 'California Casual' was the fashion, he stood out as a man of style and a man that women always noticed when he walked into a restaurant.

Caroline sometimes thought the suits were just a little ostentatious and a little shiny for her tastes, not subtle and refined like the English or Europeans but, she told herself, it was America and Hal was certainly one of the best dressed men in her circles.
 
He also had a voracious but casual appetite for sex. Caroline accepted the sex although she never achieved a real connection to it. Sex was something men needed and she accepted her lot as one who gave when the mood suited her.

On the surface, Hal and Caroline appeared to be remarkably suited to each other.
And they were, but not truly until Kryztal came into the picture.


Bea Rutledge was the most successful Madam in Hollywood and her girls only provided their special and discrete services to stars. Anybody that was making less than three point five million a movie could not get near one of Bea's girls; Bea's girls were special, and had specific tastes that would appeal to certain producers, directors and stars. A date with a Bea Girl was not a simple fuck, it was an event worth paying for, and paid they did, and then paid extra to remain anonymous.

Bea was not the stereotypical owner of a high class escort service; if they made a movie about her she would, of course, be played by some blowsy blonde, addicted to cigarettes and cheap cracks - Hollywood producers love stereotypes. Instead, she was short and slight with dark hair cut in a pageboy style, and she dressed severely in men's clothes and always wore dark glasses.
 
It was rumoured Bea preferred women and had told Julia, a famous actor, that, 'Men think with their cocks, thank God! If they didn't, I'd be broke and I wouldn't have my lodge in Aspen. Women think with their hearts,' she had said softly, gently stroking the inside of Julia's wrist.
 
It was also rumoured that Bea and Julia spent a week in a famous Hollywood hotel suite where they played many games that involved a dildo imported from Holland they had nicknamed Frederic. Apparently, so the story goes, when the epic week ended, Bea gave Frederic to Julia, who had it mounted on an polished stand and put it in her hall closet next to her Oscar.

Unfortunately, the law enforcement officials didn't turn a blind eye to Bea's business activities.  She always blamed the ultra conservative right wing of American politics, but not too loudly as a great deal of the conservative senators and congressmen were actually customers.
 
Apparently, these conservative politicians enjoyed being flogged by a beautiful girl called Tanya dressed as a catholic schoolgirl. Tanya, who was twenty-four but appeared to be sixteen and specialised as Bea's Schoolgirl , always took to the flogging with relish and left her conservative clients gasping in pain.

 Sometimes, when she was watching television with her lover Sonja, she would giggle when she watched her customers secretly wince at press conferences or in interviews.

 But, political hypocrisy and desperate image consultants prodded the law into action and, therefore, Bea had to spend a healthy amount each year to retain the services of an accomplished firm of L.A. lawyers.
 
And that firm was where Caroline worked.

From their first meeting, Bea and Caroline hated each other immediately and intensely. That meant, of course, that they were exceedingly polite to each other and smiled a lot. Men had no idea as to the extent of the mutual hatred between the women and sat in blissful ignorance in a minefield of hate. Women wished they could get out of the room before either Bea or Caroline produced a weapon of mass destruction from their Louis Vuitton handbags and dropped it on the polished conference room table.

 'Prostitution is such a tawdry case,' Caroline had smiled sweetly at Bea, 'but I believe the current crack down will disappear soon and your hookers will be safe to walk the streets again.'

Bea inwardly seethed. 'My girls don't walk the streets, as well you know. They offer services far more detailed and caring than a quick roll in the hay. I imagine a quick roll in the hay with the lights off is what you occasionally give that new husband of yours, poor dear.'

'How dare you!' Caroline flushed deeply. 'Our sex life is very full, not that it's any of your business!'

'But it is my business,' Bea smiled thinly, gathering her handbag, 'Hal has a standing appointment with my girls every week.'

Caroline blinked and gaped as Bea opened the door. 'He comes for what he can't get at home,' was her parting shot. 'Call me if you want to know what he likes. It would appear that I know, but you don't!'

That night, Caroline almost attacked Hal and was very aggressive in their lovemaking. Why, she even forced herself to suck his cock for a few minutes before sitting astride him and ramming him into herself. All the time she was mechanically fucking her husband with an obsessed vigour and energy, Bea's taunting words haunted her.

She couldn't sleep and stared at Hal's sleeping face. Bea was lying, Caroline told herself, she had to be! Why would Hal go to her girls? I let him fuck me regularly, don't I? He loves me, doesn't he?

It became an obsession and, at last on Monday, she shamefully called Bea. 'Want to know what Hal likes?' Bea had mockingly asked in a voice laced with silken triumph.

'Yes,' Caroline had admitted, face red and feeling like crying. 'Yes, I do.'

Bea gave her an address. 'Be there at two-thirty on Wednesday. You'll get to see what floats Hal's boat.' Bea was laughing as she disconnected the call.

Caroline showed up at the appointed time dressed in a simple business suit and waited. Bea entered, as usual wearing dark glasses and they air-kissed with restrained hatred. 'This is Caroline,' she said to the two women standing beside her in black Armani pants suits. 'She wants to see Hal in action.' The women nodded and Bea slid some papers across her desk. 'Sign this, it's just a standard disclaimer for entering these premises.'

Caroline glanced at the papers but she was so upset at what was happening, so obsessed by it all, that she committed the number one sin of lawyers - she didn't read the documents before signing them.

Bea smiled. 'Go with the girls and you will see what Hal likes.'

The women led Caroline to a room with a large four-poster bed. 'I am Breanne,' one said, 'this is Zoe, take your clothes off.'

'What? Are you kidding...'

'Take them off or we will take them from you,' Breanne said calmly.
 
'We'd much prefer if you struggled,' Zoe said with a cruel smile and Caroline suddenly felt frightened. 'We always enjoy a good struggle.'

 'I don't...'

Breanne stepped forward and slapped Caroline hard across the face, so hard the force of it sent her reeling across the bed. 'Get naked, slut, or there will be more!'

'But...'

Zoe gripped a handful of Caroline's hair and tugged it viscously before slapping her again. 'This isn't a courtroom, sister. We don't do debates!'

Tears rolling down her wounded face, Caroline kicked off her shoes while she unbuttoned her coat. The two women stood with arms folded, smiling until Caroline was down to her coffee coloured lace bra and panties.

'Please...' she began but Breanne wouldn't let her continue.

'Naked, or I'll let Zoe take them off you!'

Sobbing incoherently, hoping the nightmare would be over once they stole her clothes, Caroline unsnapped her bra, and shimmied out of her panties.
 
Zoe calmly gathered the clothes and Caroline stood with one arm across her breasts, the other covering her crotch. 'I've seen it all before,' Breanne said wearily, 'you've got nothing new and nothing special, baby.' Disdainfully, she offered a small drawstring bag. 'Jewellery - rings, watch, earrings, bracelets, put them all in here.'

Woodenly, Caroline complied, dropping her various pieces of jewellery into the bag. 'Hair clip,' Breanne prompted and Caroline removed it, her hair falling forward.

Zoe returned without the clothes and then both of them advanced on Caroline. 'What do you want...'

Breanne slapped her again and Caroline fell on the bed. Suddenly, leather cuffs were wrapped around her wrists and then attached to ankle cuffs so she was locked in an uncomfortable position, wrists to ankles, knees bent and exposed, so exposed.

The door opened and Bea entered, smoking a pink cigarette in an ebony holder, smiling. 'Now, that's much better. That has to go,' she said, gesturing at Caroline's pubic hair, 'he may recognise it.'

'Please...' Caroline whimpered, trying to move, but whatever position she tried, her pussy was openly exposed, her large breasts rolling over her rib cage, nipples stirring.

Breanne ignored her and the other woman held Caroline's legs apart as Breanne switched on the clippers she had suddenly produced. 'No...!' Caroline's head moved from side to side in her humiliation as the clippers ran roughly over her sensitive groin.  Zoe winked at her, sprayed her crotch with shaving lather and proceeded to shave. 'Don't move,' she warned and Caroline tried to bury her head in the bedclothes to hide from her own shame and Bea's mocking eyes. It was done, so smooth, and Zoe calmly removed the shaving cream with a fluffy blue towel.

Caroline had always privately referred to her vagina as her 'bits' and now her bits were so clearly visible. It was impossible for Caroline not to see her bald crotch; she stared down at it, her large intimate lips gleaming pinkly against the smooth skin.
 
Breanne beckoned to Bea and pointed at Caroline's crotch. 'Look,' she said and Caroline turned her head away in shame as Bea leaned forward to look at her newly shaven groin.

'It's a birthmark,' Bea announced and Caroline knew Bea had identified the small almond shaped birthmark on her inner left thigh, situated where her leg met her groin. 'He might recognise it, so cover it.'

Zoe applied a thick coating of a flesh covered plastic skin over the birthmark and Bea smiled down at the red faced Caroline as they waited for it to dry.

Breanne and Zoe approached Caroline, both carrying bottles of scented oil.

Despite Caroline's protests and her horror at having two women intimately touch her, the women oiled every part of Caroline's body so she gleamed in the light and smelled of a musky exotic perfume. The oil, in Caroline's horrified eyes, made her large breasts look lewd and her now-bald bits, obscene.

'Why are you doing this?' Caroline cried but the three women ignored her.

'The hair,' Bea instructed, exhaling smoke and Breanne snapped a rubber cap over Caroline's hair, holding it close to her skull while she fitted a bright red wig on Caroline's head.

'A redhead,' Bea said maliciously, 'Hal loves to fuck redheads!'

'I'll sue you,' Caroline bawled. 'I'll see you in prison, you...'

'I doubt it,' Bea said evenly, 'you signed a release, baby.'

A leather hood was snapped on which covered her upper face to her nose, leaving her mouth and chin free, then closed around her throat. The ponytail of fake red hair emerged from a hole in the rear of the hood and Breanne locked it on with a gold lock.

They pried her mouth open and inserted a ring gag so her mouth was forced to form an 'O' and she couldn't make intelligible sounds. She drooled, her eyes rolling in the eye slits of the hood as they also locked it shut.

Breanne used the same blue towel to clean the make up from Caroline's lower face and then applied thick lipstick in a shade of orange Caroline would not be normally caught dead in.

'Roll her over,' Bea said, stubbing her cigarette out in a large glass ashtray.

 Caroline tried to resist but found herself face down, her head turned to the side and her fleshy bottom pointing to the roof, knees bent and her entire crotch obscenely displayed.
 
Suddenly, she felt hands around her waist and she was lifted up while an enormous round cylinder of a cushion was slid under her breasts. When she slumped down on it, she was bent with knees on the bed; her upper body hanging over the cushion so her breasts wobbled free and her head hung uselessly. All the time, Caroline knew her legs were forced apart and she was helplessly displayed.

'Tattoo,' Bea snapped and Caroline tried to protest but her mouth could not form words, spittle rolling from her gaping mouth. 'Don't worry,' Bea laughed, 'it's not permanent.' A transfer was applied to Caroline's bottom on her left cheek and, in black, it said simply 'Pain Slut' .

'Turn the lights down low,' Bea instructed the others, 'our friend here is probably only used to being fucked in the dark.' Bea knelt down so her face was close to Caroline's. 'The tattoo says Pain Slut,' she said softly, 'and that's what you're going to be because it's what Hal likes. I don't think he'll recognise you with the hair, bald cunt and the tattoo but, then,' she laughed, 'he just might... you might have a highly individual cunt that he'll recognise it immediately.' She patted Caroline's arm. 'I doubt it though. Men are so unobservant and a cunt is a cunt when their dicks are hard.'

The women left Caroline alone in that ignominious position, face down, wrists and ankles connected so her knees were bent and her wobbling bottom and bits would be the first thing that anybody entering the room would see. Then, they would see her breasts hanging like udders over the cushion. Stupidly, the vain part of her wondered why they didn't leave her in a more flattering position.

She remained like that for ten minutes and then the door opened again. From the corner of her eyes, she saw Bea standing in the door way, her arm linked with Hal's as both looked in. 'This is Kryztal,' Bea said. 'She's new and she likes what you like. From opposite ends, of course,' she laughed.

'She looks great,' Caroline heard her husband's voice. 'You've got her all ready for me?'

'She's a submissive pain slut and we treat her that way. Of course, she loves it.'

'Okay, thanks Bea,' and, to her horror, Caroline saw her husband kiss her enemy's cheek.

'Oh, don't worry about condoms,' Bea said with a laugh, swinging the door shut behind her.

'You sure?'

'She loves bareback and she's clean.' The door shut and Caroline was alone with her husband.

'Well, hello Kryztal,' Hal said, his fingers lightly tapping Caroline's oiled and gleaming bottom. Caroline gurgled in the gag and then cried out as Hal slapped her bottom hard. Then he slapped it again and again until it was covered with red marks and it was stinging. Caroline felt humiliated and used but, strangely, she also felt aroused.

There's nothing I can do , she told herself, I'm helpless, go with the flow; Hal comes quickly so it will be over soon .

She heard him undressing and then rummaging in the chest of drawers. 'Bea always leaves me some toys,' he suddenly said, and Caroline tried to turn her head to see what he was doing.

His hand slapped her bottom again and she gurgled into the gag, then suddenly screamed as she felt him clamp something sharp over her nipples. 'I think nipple clamps are great, don't you, Kryztal?' Hal laughed as she wriggled and moved but it just made her breasts move all the more.

'I'm going to have fun,' he said, suddenly close to her ear, fingers roughly kneading her breasts, 'and I don't give a fuck if you do. It's my dime and I'm having fun.

Caroline yelped into the gag as two fingers pushed into her pussy, moving deep and searching. 'You are a pain slut,' he murmured, 'you're so wet.'

I'm wet , Caroline asked herself, I'm enjoying this?

Whistling, he removed something from the drawers and Caroline felt him buckle a wide strap around her waist, sliding it between her skin and the cushion, pulling it cruelly tight. A vibrator slipped into her pussy, moved in and out in a slow maddening rhythm and then was suddenly removed while fingers pushed something wet and cold on her bottom. No, she silently screamed, not that, please not that, not my bottom!

The vibrator began its relentless journey into her anus while Caroline gurgled and spluttered into her gag, drool escaping from her desperate lips. Suddenly, she felt a second vibrator slipping easily into her pussy and she was so full, so violated. The vibrators hummed into life and Hal connected another strap to the belt around her waist, jerked it between her legs and fastened it back to the belt, keeping the two pulsing vibrators securely in place.

Hal moved to the front, shoved his cock deep into her mouth that was held open by the gag and began to fuck her face. 'Make me happy, baby,' he said warningly, 'or you'll regret it. Come on, lick and suck.'

Tears were forming in her eyes. Her bits and bottom throbbed to the vibrators, her nipples painfully aware of the clamps, and Caroline desperately began to suck and lick her husband's cock with a vigour she had never before shown.

'Pathetic,' he said succinctly, removing his cock and jerking the clamps from her nipples in one swift movement.

The pain was enormous, worse than when he applied the clamps, and Caroline shrieked into the gag, her body rigid with the pain, her head turning from side to side while she tried to ignore the waves of agony.

Blinking the tears from her eyes, she saw his cock was in front of her face. 'Try again, bitch,' he said softly.

Caroline lunged for that cock, bringing her head over to it as quickly as she could before he did anything else to her. Hal slipped the cock into her mouth and smiled as she slavishly licked and sucked, trying to make him come so he would stop, leave her alone, anything!

'You are the worst cock sucker I have ever met,' he said, removing his cock and walked to the drawers, ignoring Caroline's gurgling pleas.

He returned with a strange device, a stubby handle that had many straps of leather attached to it and she stared at it, eyes wide, as he laughed quietly.

For the next twenty minutes he relentlessly used the flogger over her ass and back while the vibrators churned within her. Her muffled screams of pain became pleas of desire as her skin glowed red.
 
On and on, he flogged - her bottom, her thighs, her back, nowhere was safe, and Caroline felt as if she was just one moaning animal of lust, trying to move her clit against the leather of the belt that was tightly fastened over her crotch. For the first time, Caroline's entire body was alive with lust and connected to sex. The lid to Pandora's box was ajar.

Hal dropped the flogger on the bed and surveyed his handiwork. The slut's skin was red hot and he unfastened the leather straps and laughed as the vibrator in her pussy immediately slipped out, lying glistening on the bed. With another laugh, he jerked the vibrator out of her bottom and Caroline moaned into the gag, the bedclothes wet from her saliva.

Without any thought or concern for her, he fucked her and fucked her hard. Touch my clit , Caroline silently pleaded, please , but Hal ignored her clit and focused on her cunt, ramming that large cock of his in and out.

Almost casually, he pulled out, leaving her vacant and empty, wanting more and, walking around, pushed his cock into her mouth. 'Last chance,' he whispered and she desperately sucked, tasting herself on his cock.

With a grunt, Hal came and his cum flooded her mouth while he forced her to continue, forced her to swallow until he finally pulled out, leaving her still face hanging down, his semen trickling through the hole in the gag, dripping on her dangling breasts

In a daze, desperately wanting to cum herself and still tasting his cum, she heard Hal dress and then saw dollar bills flutter onto the bed next to her head. 'There you go, pain slut ,' he laughed.

Hal turned to go but then returned as if he had thought of something and Caroline felt his fingers on her bits, feeling something hard being forced inside her. It was bigger than the vibrator and filled her, making her want so much more.
 
He was chuckling as he left and Caroline felt something light caress her thighs and ass. He's inserted the handle of that whip thingy in me, she realised with horror and shame, he's left it there for them to see.

At that point, Caroline really wanted to die. It was an intense contradiction that she also wanted desperately to cum, that she was vibrantly and sexually alive.

A short time later, Breanne, accompanied by Zoe, entered and calmly unstrapped the gag from around Caroline's head. Gratefully, Caroline began to flex her jaws as the hood was unlocked and removed, as was the wig and skullcap.

Breanne put the items on the chest of drawers while the other woman released Caroline's ankles and wrist. 'I'll let you get that out,' she said with a smile, pointing at the flogger that poked from Caroline.

Face bright red, Caroline gently pulled it from her glistening wet bits and dropped it with disgust on the bed.

Groaning and wincing with pain, Caroline shakily got to her feet as Breanne put her clothes on the bed. 'There's a bathroom there,' she said, pointing at a small door Caroline had not noticed before. 'Be quick, we have to get the room ready for the next client.'

Caroline tottered into the bathroom. Her entire body was aching; her back, her bits and bottom and especially her nipples, which felt as if they were on fire. Her face felt as if the gag had mashed it and her bottom cheeks were burning.

 'Oh, no,' she murmured when she saw the red marks over her back and bottom, 'how will I ever explain these?'

Bea, flanked by the other two women, was waiting for her when she reluctantly emerged from the bathroom, hair wet from the shower and walking gingerly.

Unable to look Bea in the eye, Caroline looked around for her handbag, saw it, and picked it up. 'I put his tip in your bag,' Bea smiled coldly, 'hookers always want their money.'

'You bitch,' Caroline said quietly, eyes lowered, just wanting to get out of the room.

'I wonder what Hal would think if he knew he had shoved the handle of a flogger into his wife's cunt after flogging her? Oh, don't worry,' Bea sneered when she saw Caroline's face go white at the thought, 'it will be our little secret. I imagine it would be difficult for you both to go on with your marriage when all your dirty secrets were out. How would you smile sweetly at each other over the breakfast table if you both knew? Pass the orange juice dear, and why did you push that flogger handle in my cunt last night?' Bea found that hilarious and laughed loudly.

'Fuck you,' Caroline said, pushing past.

'I think you were the one who got fucked,' Bea laughed, 'and I think you liked it.' The other women grinned when they saw Caroline's face flush. 'Give me a call if you want to come back, Kryztal,' Bea mocked, 'we've always got a slot on our roster for a pain slut!' Caroline slammed the door behind her.
 
Resisting the urge to rub her smarting bottom through her skirt, she walked gingerly to the street, searching for a cab and wondering how she was going to hide the marks from Hal. She had no idea what would happen if Hal realised that Caroline knew of his activities and had even witnessed them first hand - really first hand.

It was a hateful experience she had endured but despite all her faults, Caroline actually loved Hal and believed, no, hoped, he still loved her.

I never knew he was such a dominating man , she thought, searching the street for a cab, so rough and powerful. It's a pity , the thought slipped into her mind, that he didn't let me cum .
 
'Taxi!'

End Kryztal Part 1 (of 10 Parts)
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Other Stories by Carmenica Diaz
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Toys in the Cellar
Kryztal
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Useful Humiliation
Catherine Lawrence
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London Telephone Conversation
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Rancho Paloma Blanca

By Estaban Bacca

1.

      I was on a hunt. My clients tended to have very specific tastes and finding the women that met their requirements was often a lengthy process. This time I’d been lucky and struck pay dirt on the third day of my prowl. I had spotted them having lunch on the hotel terrace and they were exactly what I was looking for.

     She was a youngish blond mother with an even blonder daughter. I overheard the waiter address her as Senora Benson. All the rooms opened onto the pool area so when they left the table it was easy for my binoculars to follow them as they made their way to room 112.

   

      That evening I was able to rent the room next door to them. After putting the ‘Do not disturb’ tag on the door I never went near it. I spent a further two days discretely observing them until I was sure that they were indeed in the Yucatan on vacation and, most importantly, were alone.

    

     They were having breakfast at the same table when I finally made my approach. I wore aviator sunglasses and my tabbed tropical uniform shirt with a self-designed Mayan Air Charter logo prominent above the breast pocket. I sat at a table beside them.  I am not a bad looking guy and I have my share of charm. It wasn't hard to engage the mother in casual conversation. It didn’t take me long to glean the information I wanted. They were from Ohio. She was Rebecca and her daughter’s name was Erica. The girl had just graduated from high school and was still trying to talk her mother into letting her enroll at a college in Florida. Yes, they were on vacation. No, her husband was not with them. She had been widowed due to an auto accident. I expressed my sympathies and then steered the conversation to a pleasanter vein. I waxed enthusiastic over the beauty of the ancient Indian ruins in the area. The daughter chewed gum and stared off into space but I had gotten the mother’s interest.

     I had pre-set the alarm on my cell phone and when it went off, I pretended it was an incoming call. I made sure they overheard a one sided conversation by which they learned that two fictitious passengers for a fly-over of the Mayan temple at Palenque were canceling out. I explained that because of the late notice there could be no refund and hung up.   

     Rebecca volunteered that they were looking forward to touring the ruins before they left and asked if a flight would be expensive. In my most offhand manner, I mentioned that since two empty seats for the afternoon flight were already paid for they were welcome to fill them and take the tour at no charge. The girl, who had been so bored by our small talk, suddenly came alive. Her enthusiasm for a plane ride soon wore down her mother’s hesitation. I let them think there would be other passengers along. Once Mom had gratefully agreed to accept my kind offer I excused myself, telling them that the company would provide their transportation to and from the airstrip.

    

     They were waiting for me in front of the hotel after lunch. I had magnetic Mayan Air Charter logos on the sides of the rental car and when I held the rear door for them they smilingly got in. On the drive to the small airport, I left the AC off, explaining that it had just gone on the blink. Within five minutes I had them hot, sweating and thirsty. They slipped into blackness shortly after accepting doctored bottles of fruit juice from my cooler.

     I managed to get my trophies bundled into the plane unobtrusively. I covered the windows with sunscreens and locked the cabin. I pulled the magnetic logos off the car and headed back to the hotel.

     I went through the mother’s purse and saw from the receipt that their room was paid up. I took their key and transferred all of the stuff from their room   to one I had rented next door. I left their door open with the key in it as if they had checked out.

Satisfied that nobody had observed me, I used the privacy of my room to get their bags all packed. The luggage was unremarkable so I was sure I would arouse no suspicion pretending it was mine. After a final look and a bit of wiping, I rang for a bellboy. 

The drive out to the airstrip was uneventful. I found them still sleeping blissfully and they missed my little ‘Welcome to Mayan Air Charters’ take off speech. I was humming quietly to my self as we crossed south out of Mexican air space into Guatemala and headed for the rancho I had named Paloma Blanca.


2.

     I taxied the Cessna to a standstill in front of the Quonset hut I used for a hanger. A glance back at my passengers assured me that they were still completely immobilized. I bent them forward from the waist and threw a blanket over them. Carlos had heard the plane land and pulled up in my Land Rover as always to slide open the big double doors. Together we rolled the plane inside. I dismissed Carlos, telling him I would inspect the rancho the following day. He pulled the doors closed and departed for the compound where he and the other hired hands lived.

     Carlos was my foreman and a loyal servant. Even had he been aware of my activities I had no doubt he would have unquestioningly served my wishes, but a slaver is secretive by nature.  I made sure that even he had no idea that each time he rolled those doors closed behind the Cessna, identities disappeared forever.

     I unlocked the heavy door to the sound proofed area that made up the rear half of the hanger and then went to unload my cargo. I pulled Mom out of the plane first and shoulder carried her into her new home. Lowering her to the floor I locked lined cuffs with rings onto each of her wrists. These I tied with cord to an electric wench overhead and with a quiet whirring noise she was soon hoisted onto her tiptoes.

     I went back out to fetch the slight figure of the girl.  I laid her face down on the padded examination table. Once her wrists and ankles were secured, I pressed a floor petal and the hinged parts the table fanned out until her body was widely spread-eagled. I gathered her long blond hair in a vise clamp attached to a line which was threaded through a suspended pulley. I pulled the line until her head was up and hard back, exposing her lovely throat, and then tied it off to a cleat.

     I strolled to the head end of the table for my first leisurely look at her face. I had to laugh out loud. Even with her mouth hanging open she was attractive. Her features still had that unformed juvenile quality but it was obvious that they would refine themselves into a face of stunning beauty. I reached down and removed the small gold studs from her cute little ears and flipped them into the trashcan.

     It was time to unwrap my first present. When the mother regained consciousness the first thing I wanted he to see was her daughter’s naked body, stretched out, helpless and vulnerable. I removed the tennis shoes and bobby sox she was wearing and dropped them into the trashcan too.  Her feet were well cared for. Dainty and high arched with small, delicious looking toes. Next I took a heavy pair of scissors and snipped my way up the back of her white, cotton sweater and then down the back of each arm. I tugged it from under her and added it to the trash. I cut loose a rather plain white bra and tossed it with the rest. Her back was long and smooth. I ran a finger along the valley of her spine. Leaning over her, I reached down under the table and found the two round openings in it. I groped up through these and searched out her nipples. Locking on each of them with a thumb and forefinger I tugged until her apple sized breasts settled into the openings and hung free.

     I was pleased to note that both mother and daughter were wearing matching plaid, ankle length skirts. It was a touching little detail, indicative of a close relationship.  That should prove quite useful to me during their conditioning. My trusty scissors made short work of the daughter’s half of the ensemble. Her long coltish legs were now revealed. I slowly stroked a hand over a well-muscled calf and up the inside of a thigh. I cupped the warmth of her pantied crotch and then allowed my splayed hand to squeeze one of the cheeks of her firm, rounded rump. I moved around between her widely parted thighs and a couple of snips at the sides of her panties completed my work.  The remnants of these were also discarded.  The brownish pucker of her anus was exposed and I prodded it, testing the elasticity of her sphincter. It was tight and tiny. Below, crinkly cunt lips were slightly parted with a hint of her slick, pink core showing. I curled a finger up into her and twirled it. The hymen was intact. A bonus I had hardly dared hope for. I brought a taste of that moisture up to my tongue. She was delicious and slightly salty. I trailed the tips of my fingers through her sparse bush, fluffing the silky blond curls there. Yes, I was thoroughly happy with the younger half of my catch. I gave her tight little ass a satisfied slap and turned away.

     I brought the rest of their belongings from the plane and went through them. All of it, purses, clothes, I.D.s, jewelry, along with the contents of my trashcan would be burned tomorrow. Their old selves would cease to exist. Rebecca and Erica had vanished without a trace. Having the godlike power to do this was intoxicating. Almost as addicting as the astounding profit involved.

     Their driver’s licenses told me that mom was 36 years old and the girl had just turned eighteen. What cash they had went into my pocket, the traveler’s cheques, camera and other traceable valuables I trashed.

I gleaned what information I could from a few letters and post cards. I entertained myself perusing the immature musings contained in the girl’s diary.

     I boxed up the lot and set it aside for the incinerator. Out of curiosity I padded over to where the mother hung suspended. Her arms and shoulder joints would be killing her when she came around. I wiped a thin string of drool from her chin and pushed it back between her slack lips. I reached up under the long, plaid skirt and palmed her pussy through her panties. I felt the springiness of an abundant pelt covering her mound. Withdrawing my hand, I reached up under her sweater and weighed an ample breast. Her dark blond hair was made up in a French twist. I took a handful of it and lifted her head to study her face. She had a generous, full-lipped mouth, high cheekbones and a nicely shaped nose with delicate nostrils. A classic Scandinavian face. With my left hand I peeled back an eyelid; a vacant pupil surrounded by a beautiful, Nordic blue iris stared back at me until I let the long lashed lid slide back down. Using both hands I shifted my grip to her shell like ears and kissed her. My tongue plundered her unconscious mouth, savoring the taste of her saliva. I captured her lower lip and bit it lightly, then let her head drop forward again and walked away, licking my lips.

     I slipped Mozart’s Divertimento in D into the CD player, opened a bottle of Monte Xanic and settled into a deep, Italian leather recliner. I sipped at my wine and allowed the music to relax me. I let my eyes appreciate my new acquisitions while I waited for the drug to wear off.


3.

     The music had played itself out and I was enjoying my second glass of wine when Mom’s eyelids began to flutter. Instinctively her feet came together and she pushed up onto her toes in an attempt to relieve the strain on her arms and shoulders. With a groan she came fully awake. It was always entertaining to watch the expressions that played over their faces as they became aware of their situation.

     The mere fact of finding oneself bound and defenseless is terrifying. First her eyes traveled up to where her wrists were suspended. She jerked and flopped about in an effort to free herself, but finding that this only served to increase the pain, she soon desisted. She let out a little sob of frustration as she was forced to pick her weight back up onto her toes.

     Suddenly her head came up with her eyes wide open. I knew she had just noticed her daughter. I watched as she registered the scene that I had so carefully arranged for her. There was her little girl, splayed out on her belly. She was naked and bound and completely helpless with her beautiful head drawn brutally back by her long, golden mane. The whole tableau harshly spotlighted in the otherwise dim interior.

“Erica? Are you hurt, Baby?”

     In her mind the question was an urgent shout but the drug had left her with a case of cottonmouth. It emerged as a croak.

“I’m afraid she is still out of it, Moms.”

     I spoke from the shadows, where I still lounged, enjoying her discomfort. New alarm showed on her face as her eyes searched toward my voice. She really was quite beautiful in her distress. As I sat down my empty wine glass, I thought again how grand it was to be the king. I arose and moved into the light to stand in front of her daughter’s upturned face.

“The pilot!” She said rather stupidly, as she recognized me.”

     I ignored her and reached out, tracing the girl’s open lips with my finger.

“Don’t touch her!” she hissed.

     With the back of my hand I tenderly stroked the unconscious girl’s cheek.

“Leave my daughter alone, you animal!” she demanded, protectively.

     Abruptly, I gave the girl’s cheek a small, sharp, backhanded slap. The mother immediately began spewing obscenities and threats at me. Methodically, I slapped the right cheek and then the left again. Slowly picking up the pace, until the blond head was rhythmically rocking back and forth with the ‘SMACK, SMACK, SMACK’ of my hand. The mother gave up on her threats and began begging me to stop. I only desisted when the girl’s eyes finally blinked open, having been shocked awake by the jostling I had given her poor little brain. Gently, I resumed stroking her now reddened cheek.

     Now I watched the same series of dumb expressions pass across the daughter’s face as she struggled to understand her predicament. I saw the recognition when she looked at me before her eyes moved to the limits of her peripheral vision. She was trying to see what was preventing her from moving. She attempted the same brief struggles her mother had made. These were followed by an inevitable groan of defeat.

“Erica? Can you hear me? Are you alright?”

“Mom? Where are we? Why is he doing this to us?”

“Hush, Baby, it’s going to be alright.” Then to me, “You’ll never get away with this!”

     Pretending not to hear her, I crossed to a wall rack and lifted from it an old fashioned buggy whip. It was an elegant piece of craftsmanship. Its thin, six-foot length of whalebone was encased in finely braided leather with a tasseled tip. Originally sold by Abercrombie& Fitch, circa 1800s, I had found it in an antique shop some years back. It had kissed more than horseflesh since then. When I moved back into the light, poor Mom’s eyes flew wide with shock when she saw what I was brandishing.

“You wouldn’t dare! She is only a child. For God’s sake, don’t do this!”

     The girl was futilely trying to look back to see what was threatening her, panicked by her mother’s obvious agitation. Unable to turn her head, she could only imagine the worst. As dire as a recognized danger may be, the unknown seems to conjure up even worse terror.

     I gave the whip a couple of experimental cuts. The ‘SWISH’ of displacement as it curled through the air produced a fresh babble of powerless pleadings from Mom. Blithely, I took a wide stance and cocked my arm fully back. I took a moment to admire the soft, pink bottom of the helpless girl’s small, well-shaped foot.

     Then with all my considerable power and a roll of my hips, I slashed forward and the very tip of the whip bit savagely into the unsuspecting sole of the girl’s right foot.

     Instantly, it was as if all the demons in hell had been unleashed. Every muscle in the poor girl’s body tensed as she surged against her restraints. The tendons in her throat stood out as the blood-curdling howl of a wounded animal was torn from deep in her gut.

“OWWWWWWWW. OH GOD!”

     Simultaneously, the mother began shrieking in empathy with her daughter’s pain, while tears of helpless frustration flowed from her eyes.

     Then the girl’s body sagged. I watched the slats of her thin ribcage heave as she sobbed raggedly.

“Ohhh. Mom. It hurts so badly, Mom.” She cried repeatedly.

     From the corner of my eye, I saw her mother’s face contorted with hate. It was truly a deranged woman who venomously cursed at me.

“You fucking bastard!”

     I calmly stepped back a pace and extended the buggy whip again. Immediately, the bitterness in         

 Mom’s voice was replaced with a tone of abject terror as she pleaded with me for mercy. Unfortunately, I was not quite finished with their first object lesson.

“If you must torture someone, whip me instead! Please!”

     I used the tasseled tip of the whip to tickle the sole of my young captive’s other foot. The moment she felt its touch she tensed again. I saw her toes curl tight and her ass clench. Unable to move, she nonetheless began trembling from head to toe as the terror of anticipation seized her. I left off toying with her foot and drew back the whip. I was waiting for her muscles to tire and relax again before I gave her the second dose.

     Then above the sound of her sobs and her mother’s nagging entreaties, I heard a liquid sound and realized she had released her bladder. The little bitch had pissed herself in fear. I watched the golden fluid stream from her flaxen haired cunt and puddle on the tile floor. It slowed to a dribble and then stopped. I was surprised to feel my cock swelling. For some reason I found this spontaneous display very erotic.

     I was tempted to fuck her but her virginity was just too valuable. Frustrated, I let fly with the whip again and another symphony of frenzied wailing filled the air. Using the whip, I parodied a conductor waving his baton as I backed away from them and retreated once more into the shadows. I poured another glass of wine and again settled myself comfortably. I would wait until their tears were exhausted before continuing my class.

(The complete edition of “Rancho Paloma Blanca” by Estaban Bacca is available online as well.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mother & Daughter's Kinky Smoking

moltyj on Fetish Stories

My female smoking fetish goes back years and every so often I find women happy to indulge me. Let me tell you about the latest time. I was on holiday on a small Caribbean island. I was sitting in an open-air restaurant having breakfast when I noticed two women sitting at another table in front of me. One was quite a lot younger than the other and I thought they might have been mother and daughter. They finished eating and immediately lit up cigarettes. The younger one was facing me and I watched intently as she inhaled deeply on her cigarette and then blew a long plume of blue smoke into the air. She saw me looking at her and smiled. I couldn't see the older one inhaling but could clearly see her long plume of blue smoke when she exhaled. They finished their cigarettes and l
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eft the restaurant. The younger smiled at me as they walked away.

I finished breakfast and went about seeking a sunlounger on the beach. As I strolled along I saw the two smokers sitting under a beach umbrella and as there was an empty sunlounger nearby I parked myself down there. As I was wearing sunglasses I could watch the two of them without them seeing that I was watching them. They were obviously mother and daughter. Both were a little overweight but attractive. The younger one had long blonde hair and the mother the same colour but shorter. She also wore glasses. Although they were mother and daughter they seemed very close friends. I was surprised when I heard them talk as they were German. They seemed to enjoy smoking and it seemed as if it wasn't just a habit. When one lit a cigarette she would hand it to the other and then light her own. I really enjoyed watching them smoke during the day knowing they couldn't see my eyes because of the sunglasses. We smiled and nodded at each and when we were in the sea together we chatted quite happily.

Although they were German they both spoke good English. When we sat back on the beach I asked them if they wanted a drink. I went and got the drinks and took them back to them. They invited me to sit down with them. The young one said she was Christina and said, 'This is my mama, Helga'. I shook hands and told them my name. They explained they were on holiday by themselves, they always had a break in the winter away from their husbands. As we drank they started to smoke and offered me one but I told them I didn't. At last I got a real close up view of them smoking. Although Christina was the more attractive of them, Helga was still very attractive too. I saw that Christina in particular looked at me when she actually smoked. I'm sure she realised I enjoyed watching her. Helga took deeper inhales and occasionally exhaled through her nose.

As the sun went down, they had a final cigarette before going back to their room. This time Christina looked me straight in the eye when she smoked.

As I approached the bar for a pre-dinner drink I saw them sitting there. I smiled and they beckoned me over. I joined them and ordered some more drinks. As Helga reached for her cigarettes I picked up her lighter and lit both of their cigarettes. Christina inhaled deeply and blew a long plume of smoke out through her lipstick- coated lips straight at me. I realised at that point that she knew I had a smoking fetish. They both suggested that I joined them for dinner and they made sure I sat opposite them. When we had eaten they both lit up. Christina this time handed me her lighter for me to light their cigarettes. This time they both blew their smoke directly at me. I also noticed they smoked alternately so that I could watch them one at a time. Helga was by now following her daughter and exhaling long plumes of smoke.

When we had finished in the restaurant we retired to the outside bar and again they sat opposite me and treated me to the wonderful sight of an attractive mother and daughter giving a display of sexy smoking. Each time they lit up I was expected to light their cigarettes for them. We had all had a lot to drink when Christina asked how long I had been attracted to women who smoked. I gave them a complete history of my fetish. They were clearly fascinated by it. Helga asked how I felt watching the two of them together and I explained that it turned me on. Christina asked how much it turned me on. I told her I had an erection watching them. Helga was amazed. She said, 'Are you saying you have an erection watching us even though we are fully clothed'. I told her I did. She said, 'I thinks its time we went back to our room'.

We stood up and walked along the corridor to their room. Helga opened the door and Christina and I followed her in. Helga got a bottle of wine and poured three glasses. There were 2 double beds in the room. Helga and Christina sat beside each other on one bed and I sat opposite them. Helga passed her cigarettes and lighter to me. I opened the packed and passed one to Helga. She put it in her mouth and I offered her a light. She inhaled deeply and with the cigarette held loosely between her lips blew a long thin plume of blue smoke straight at me. I offered one to Christina and she duplicated her mother's actions. I sat down opposite them and sipped my wine. They smoked alternately so that first I watched Helga and then my eyes were fixed on her daughter. I felt my cock hardening. Helga said, 'Well lets see what effect we're having on you'.

I stood up and dropped my trousers and underpants. My erect cock sprung into view and I sat down again. Helga and Christina's eyes were fixed on my erection as they continued their smoking exhibition. My cock started twitching as I gazed at the two of them smoking. They soon finished their cigarettes and Helga said, 'I want to watch you play with yourself while we smoke, will you do that for us'. I said, 'I'd love to, I want you to both watch me as I make myself cum while watching you smoke'. My hand went down to my cock and I started slowly stroking it. First I stared at Helga as she inhaled deeply and blew the smoke back at me. All the while she was staring at me wanking myself, and getting excited by her smoking. Then it was Christina's turn. She inhaled deeper and her exhale was long and strong and right over me. Again Christina stared at my cock as I wanked my erect cock. Clearly they were getting turned on by watching me. Helga said, 'I hope you're not going to cum too soon, I'm enjoying the show'.

I was playing with my cock very slowly and although I loved the sensation I knew I could make it last. Helga finished her cigarette first and as I watched Christina finish hers, Helga got up and put some more lipstick on. Before she sat down she took off her dress and sat with her bra and pants on. She reached for another cigarette and lit it. I also noticed that her legs were slightly apart. Christina finished her cigarette and put some more lipstick on and removed her dress. But Christina went further and also took her bra off. I noticed instantly that her nipples were hard and large. She came and sat next to me and put her hand on my cock and started rubbing it. She used the hand that held the cigarette and I could feel the smoke from it on my cock. I looked down and loved the sight of her rubbing my cock with her cigarette held firmly between her fingers. She said, 'I'm going to play with your cock while you watch Mama smoke and then we can change places.' She started rubbing me very slowly at first but I could sense it was exciting her as well. Her other hand went between her legs and she rubbed her pussy through her knickers. Helga saw what her daughter was doing and did the same to herself while still making sure she gave me a good exhibition of her smoking.

Clearly she was now getting as turned on as me but still continued her sexy smoking. Christina was now talking and saying, 'Look Mama how hard his cock is, I'm wanking it for you as he gets turned on by you. Oh Mama, his cock is so hard, finish your cigarette and change places with me. I want you to feel how hard it is, I want you to know what effect your smoking is having on him'. Helga soon finished her second cigarette and changed places with her daughter, but first removed her bra and knickers. I could see she was wet between her legs. Christina lit her cigarette and I stared at the beautiful sight of her smoking. Helga was stroking my cock rather faster than her daughter and I knew she would have to slow down if she didn't want me to cum too soon. I reached down between Helga's legs and inserted a finger deep inside her pussy. Her legs opened wider as she obviously enjoyed what I was doing.

Christina had now taken her knickers off and knelt down on the floor only inches from my cock which was now being frantically wanked by her mother. I said, 'Helga, you're going to make me cum very soon if you don't slow down'. 'Yes, I know, I want you to', she replied. Christina was now only inches from my cock and blowing her cigarette smoke directly onto it, I loved the feeling of the hot smoke on it. Christina said to her mother, 'Mama, wait a minute, lets all enjoy him cumming. Let him lay down on the bed and we can all stretch out. I want you to wank his cock and make him cum all over my face as I smoke my cigarette'. Helga stopped wanking and agreed. I moved to the top of the bed and took off my shirt. We were now all completely naked. Helga lit another cigarette and joined her daughter kneeling on the bed only inches from my cock. I sat up and watched as they took it in turns to blow their smoke over my cock while the other one held it and rubbed it. Then as Christina inhaled deeply she leaned over my cock and took it deep in her mouth while her mouth still held her smoke. The feeling was sensational. Then it was Helga's turn and she followed her daughter's example.

I cried out with pleasure and said, 'I'm going to cum'. Christina said to Helga,' Mama, wank him off into my mouth, make him cum in my mouth'. She took two very long inhales and buried my cock as deep as possible in her mouth. Helga too inhaled deeply and rubbed the rest of my cock. The heat was so intense inside Christina's mouth but it only needed a couple of rubs from Helga to have me cumming deep inside her daughter's mouth. Eventually Christina had to exhale and as the opened her mouth I saw the wonderful combined sight of her cigarette smoke and my spunk coming from her mouth. The two of them finished their cigarettes and left me to recover before Christina said, 'It's our turn now'.

Now they both sat at the top of the bed and leaned against the headboard. With their legs apart touching each other. Christina said, 'we may be mother and daughter on holiday but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy ourselves. She handed Helga a cigarette and lit it for her and then lit her own. I knew what they wanted. Although I had just cum and couldn't manage it again just yet I knew I could still satisfy them. I knelt in between them and still watched as they sexily smoked for me again. I could see they were both wet and I reached out to both of them and found their pussies. I inserted one then two fingers in each one. The look on their faces showed they were soon enjoying it. Christina used the hand that wasn't holding the cigarette to play with her nipples. Helga was happy to lie back and let me play with her pussy. Christina was the most excited and as I rubbed her clit I could sense she was almost cumming. She sucked excitedly on the cigarette as if it was enhancing her sexual pleasure.

Helga could see her daughter was almost there and said, 'Let Christina cum first'. I took my wet fingers out of Helga and replaced them in Christina. My other hand was still playing with her clit. Helga took the cigarette from Christina and let her use both hands on her nipples while Helga held the cigarette to her daughter's lips and let her smoke it. The sight of Christina's mother helping her smoke and Christina playing with her nipples was getting me hard again. I rubbed Christina's clit faster and suddenly her orgasm was upon her. Helga sensed it too as she forced the cigarette back between her daughter's lips for one last long inhale. Her mouth fell open as her orgasm rushed through her body and her cigarette smoke trickled sexily out between her lovely red lips. We let Christina recover for a few minutes, but Helga was now desperate to cum. I was fully hard now and she said she wanted me to fuck her as she smoked.

Again she sat against the headboard and this time Christina lit a cigarette for her mother and held it for her. Helga took the opportunity to play with her tits. She squeezed and pinched her nipples, enjoying the pleasure she was giving herself. I was lying between her legs now and slowing easing my erect cock in and out of Helga's soaking wet pussy. I couldn't take my eyes of the wonderful sight of Christina holding her mothers cigarette for her as I fucked her delightful pussy. Helga's orgasm was soon upon her and as she came Christina had pushed the cigarette inside her mother's mouth for one final inhale. Although I hadn't cum again, Christina was about to change that. She pushed me on my back, lit another cigarette and after each inhale put my cock in her mouth and sucked. As she finished her first smoke, Helga lit another for her and one for herself. Helga sat right in front of my face smoking and exhaling over me while her daughter gave me yet another super sexy smoky blow job that once again had me cumming deep inside her smoke filled mouth.

The rest of the holiday continued like this for the next few days with the three of us enjoying each others love of smoking and sex. On the last day Christina and her mother put on a wonderful lesbian sex and smoking show for me.

Nails

Carmenica Diaz on Fetish Stories

She stretched like a plump cat, then extended a leg so she could look critically at her toe nails.

‘I think, darling, I should teach you to prepare and paint my nails.’

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-AU" style="font-family: georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: arial">Startled, he looked up from his newspaper.

‘What did you say?’

‘You’re always a million miles away when you read. I said, I should teach you to prepare and paint my nails. My toe nail polish is a little cracked and I’m tired of the Cherry Pink colour anyway.’

‘Paint your nails?’

‘Are you going deaf, darling? Yes, paint my nails!’

‘Why on earth would I want to do that?’

She pursed her lips and looked up at the ceiling.

‘Oh, to learn new skills, perhaps?’

He laughed and returned to his newspaper.

‘You’re being ridiculous,’ he said, turning a page. ‘To learn new skills, indeed!’

‘You do need some, darling.’

‘Need what?’

He frowned at his wife.

‘New skills. You know that as well as I do.’

He snorted and rattled the pages of his newspaper to signal he wanted to return to the interesting story on the debate about Turkey’s entrance to the EU.

‘How long have we been married, darling?’

‘Look, I’m trying to read the bloody paper!’

‘How long?’

‘You know as well as I do!’

‘Tell me then.’

‘Seven years.’

‘Ooo, you do remember. How sweet.’

‘Don’t be sarcastic!’

‘I’m not, I genuinely think it’s sweet.’

He snorted again and she smiled, examining her fingernails.

‘I would think, darling that you should really consider doing my nails...’

‘Look, Eloise, I’m trying to read the...’

‘Did I tell you that I purchased the video camera for our trip to Ceylon?’

‘It’s called Sri Lanka,’ he said grumpily, ‘it hasn’t been Ceylon for ages!’

‘I know but Ceylon was the name I remember when I first heard about the country when I was a very little girl. It always sounded magical.’

‘Lot’s of Tamil Tigers.’

‘Asian tigers are almost on the extinct list...’

‘They’re terrorists!’

‘Oh.’

‘Might be a little dangerous.’

‘I’ve always wanted to go, darling, you know that. Anyway, I decided to purchase the camera and you know I wanted the best possible one...’

He flicked through the newspaper pages as his wife talked.

‘So I decided to research the best small camera. To do that, I decided to use the internet.’

He looked up cautiously.

‘Internet? You?’

‘Yes, I decided to learn some new skills, darling. Anyway, I learned to surf – is that the right word, darling?’

He nodded, watching her warily.

‘So I surfed on the computer in the study, the one you “work” on late at night. Do you know the one I mean?’

‘Of course I do! There’s only one computer in the house!’

‘I discovered the best camera and I went out immediately and purchased it.’

He breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his newspaper. However, her next words made him look up again.

‘Of course, once I discovered how to “surf” I went back. And then I found the favourites section. That was interesting reading, darling. They were your favourite places you like to visit on the web.’

He blinked at her, his face pallid.

‘I thought after seven years that I knew you very well but it seems I don’t!’

‘Darling...’

‘You haven’t called me that in a long time. So, I decided to use the camera. It’s such a small one that fitted easily in the bookcase...’

‘You didn’t!’

‘I did. Darling, I watched it this morning and you look so sweet when you play with your dickie!’

The newspaper fell to the floor.

‘I...I don’t know,’ he stuttered, ‘what to say...’

‘So, after watching that and visiting all your special web places, I thought you might enjoy learning to clean and paint my nails. Of course,’ she said airily, ‘you should be naked while you do it. It seems that is how sexual slaves dress these days.’

‘Ah...sexual...slaves? Dar...’

‘Go and take your clothes off, darling. Quicksticks!’

‘Now, look here...’

‘Perhaps,’ Eloise said, addressing the ceiling, ‘your sister and your mother would love to see that video? I could accidentally leave it on a family video. Let’s hope your mother doesn’t decide to show that video to her neighbours! I could send it to your secretary as well. I’ve always liked Doris, she has a great sense of humour and would get a huge laugh out of you furiously pulling your little wee wee while staring at naughty pictures!’

He bolted to his feet, face ashen.

‘Eloise, this is...’

‘The way it will be, darling,’ she said calmly completing his sentence. ‘Now, go and take your clothes off while I get the things to do my nails. I won’t tell you again,’ she said evenly.

Slowly, feeling sick to his stomach, he walked away.

Eloise watched him depart with a sly smile.

When he returned he was naked and it was plain to see his cock was erect under his portly belly.

‘Your willie likes this, darling so that is excellent. Kneel down there and you can begin to prepare my toenails.’

‘Darling,’ he tried but she just cut him off with a wave.

‘Hurry up, darling. Do a good job and I might let you wank so I can watch and film it. I’ve decided that I should film all your little wanks.’

He knelt, face white and picked up the solvent and cotton balls.

‘Of course, that’s after you lick me.’

His head jerked up and his eyes bulged.

‘It seems that is something all sexual slaves do, darling, it’s the done thing. I’ve never had my bits licked before so it will be very interesting. I’m quite looking forward to it.’

Her husband swallowed and licked his lips self-consciously, frozen in the calm gaze of his plump wife.

‘Licking is another new skill for you to learn, darling, it will be a very useful one for you as it will keep me happy. A happy wife doesn’t post videos to anyone!’

His hand shook slightly as he tipped the solvent onto the cotton ball.

‘The internet,’ she said, watching him, ‘is such a valuable resource and I’ve learned so much. I never knew you could buy such naughty things. I’m looking forward to trying all sorts of things. Now, rub gently, darling.’

From the recently published story collection Dominant Wives Volume 4.

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"Uncle" Bob

couponlaydee on Fetish Stories

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"Hey Uncle Bob!" I squealed as I opened the door. He was so handsome. "Hey, little girl, how you been" He gave me a big hug & kind of lifted me off the floor. "Dad said you just have to return the papers by Sunday!" I handed the papers to him, & his had slighlty brushed my boob. "Oh Im sorry.. didn't mean to do that." He said, looking kind of embarrased. "It's all good" I said. I was starting to get hot. He sat on my oversized bean bag.

"Want a drink? What are you up to today?"

"Oh that would great.. Uh Im just running errands then probably go have a couple of drinks." he said smiling.

"Oh that sounds fun!" I said before I sat down on the other couch. I could see a big bu

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lge in Uncle Bob's pants. I looked down at my thin, white wife beater. My nipple were full on hard. Looking like erasers. I wore this cute little mini skirt w/no underwear underneath. I knew he was looking.

"So I see you've turned into a slut huh?" Bob said while he smiled.

"If that's what you want me to be" I opened my legs & leaned back. He grabbed his bulge.

"Look what you've done to me bitch" He was rubbing it up & down. 

"mmmm, It looks like you got something big in there." I got up & walked over to him & sat right down on his lap. Making sure my pussy was right on top of his bulge.

"Fuck, your so fine. Look @ your big tits. I can feel the hotness from your pussy.." He placed his big rough hands on my firm ass. "You like making daddy hard?" he asked while squeezing my ass. "Oh yea, daddy.. all the time." I started to grind him like I was humping a pillow or something. I put my 36DD tits in his face. He started sucking my big nipples, not even moving my tank top. "Fuck, suck them good daddy. I've been a good girl" He sucked them harder, slightly biting them. "ahhhhh, yea daddy. Just like that" With him holding my ass & sucking my tits, I started boucing up & down. He let go of my tit & slapped my ass. "Slow down you little slut." He pushed me back up to sit up straight still sitting on his boner. "You knew I was coming over & you put on this shit to make me hard." He started to rip my tank top in half, right down the middle. "You fuckin little bitch, look @ your tits.. Only sluts have big tits." He grabbed them hard & starting spitting on them. "You like slut? You like feeling my spit all over you? Get down on your knees." I obeyed. I loved when a man is in control. He unzipped his pants & pulled them down. He had a HUGE cock. "You like what you see?" "Ohhhh yes, daddy. I do!" "SUck it bitch, take it.." I put it in my mouth like it was a lollipop. "THats it you big tit bitch. Suck Daddy. You know how to do it Slut" He grabbed onto my hair & started to force my face. "Yea baby, suck Daddy's big cock. Take it. Uhhhhhhhh..." I sucked & sucked.. it kept growing in my mouth. He pushed my head away. "Get up here.." I got up & sat right on his dick, he shoved it all the way up there" "OOOOHHHHH Daddy!" I moaned as I sat all the way down. "Fuck me bitch" he yelled while he slapped my ass. I started bouncing up & down moaning & screaming. "THat's it slut, slide up & down daddys big cock. Yea.. look @ your big tits bouncing. I like that, make them bouce" ALl his dirty talk was making me real wet. "Is my slut getting more wet? Do you need to bust your nut bitch" I nodded while I moaned again. I loved his cock. It made me feel so good. "Fuck me then, don't stop til you bust your nut all over me." I kept going faster, & faster.. I could feel I was getting close. "Make daddy come bitch. You know how to do it." THen he pushed my tits together & sucked on both of my fat nipples. I exploded. "AHHHHH, Fuck daddy, Im cumming all over your big fat dick!" He sucked harder .. I knew he was aobut to come.. all of a sudden he let go & grabbed my hips to move faster. "FUckin bitch!.. YOur making daddy nut"... I could feel all his sperm hitting everywhere. After we were done I laid next to him. He laid my arm down & laid down on it. He lifted my big boob & put it in his mouth & starting sucking like a little baby. We ended up falling asleep & when I woke up, He was still latched on to my tit.

 

TO BE CONTINUED... 

The Gettoghether

wildturkey76209 on Fetish Stories

The get-together was going well.   I always loved hanging out at my brother’s house because he is four years my junior and his wife, Trish, is a babe and a half.   Plus, Trish always had friends over for these parties, and her friends were always knockouts as well.   This was indeed the case for Cathy.   She was tall, probably 5’10” or so and slender.   She had smallish breasts but a killer ass and her legs were smooth and muscular.   She had lon

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g, streaked blonde hair and full, pouting lips.   As soon as I met her I wondered what those lips would feel like encircling my cock.   Cathy was friendly but shy, demure almost.   The entire weekend I think I heard her say three words.   In any event, she was recently divorced and seemed like she was open to my subtle advances.   On Sunday night, as everyone was preparing to leave, I leaned close to Cathy and asked if she would like to meet me for a cup of coffee.   She said “sure!”   Feeling pretty good about myself, we made plans to meet at a Starbucks not far from her apartment.   She said that she wasn’t dressed to go out and that I should meet her there in two hours.

 

Two hours had passed and I was sitting comfortably in a corner booth watching the front door.   When Cathy walked in all eyes in the place were on her.   I literally had to shut my mouth that had fallen open.   Cathy was dressed to the nines in a short, black leather skirt, four-inch ankle strap heels, stockings and a red stretchy top that perfectly accented her figure even giving her a hint of cleavage.   She had on blood red lipstick and her eyes were an amazing green.   “Don’t remember those eyes.” I thought to myself as she came over to my booth, heels clicking softly on the tile floor.   Cathy sat down, my eyes drawn to her crossing legs.   “Hi!” she said brightly.   “Been waiting for me long?”   “You look AMAZING!” I replied.   “Thanks, I try.” “So what would you like to drink?” I queried.   “Oh, whatever you’re having I guess.   I am not much of a coffee drinker.”   I ordered two French roast grandes and turned my attention back to my date.   “Prospects are looking up for tonight.” I thought.   We chatted for a while and got to know one another.   I was enjoying myself immensely when Cathy looked at her watch. “I should be getting home.   It is getting late.”   “Let me walk you home.”   I offered.   “Oh no, I will be fine.   My apartment is just a couple of blocks away.”   “I insist.   You look way to good to be alone on the street at this time of night.” I grinned.   “Well, if you insist.” Cathy smiled.   “Lets go.”   Getting up, I opened the door for Cathy and we stepped out into the night.   “Pretty slick there ace.”   I thought to myself.  

 

We walked the two blocks quickly laughing and talking the whole way.   I took Cathy’s hand about half way there and she didn’t protest.   Arriving at her door, I turned Cathy around and leaned in close.   “Can I see you again?”   I asked.   Of course I was hoping she was going to invite me in, but I thought I should play it cool for now.   “Yes, in fact, why not right now?”   With that, Cathy gave me a subtle lick on my lips and turned her attention to the key.   Opening the door she stepped inside quickly motioning me to follow her.   I stepped into the darkness unable to make out many features.   Taking my hand, Cathy led me down a hallway and into a large room.   “Kind of big for a bedroom.” I thought.   But those thoughts were quickly gone as I felt Cathy’s warm soft lips pressing against mine.   Backing me toward the bed, she started tugging at my shirt and pulling on my belt buckle.   I fell backward on the bed with Cathy on top of me, her tongue darting back and forth in my mouth.   Soon I was naked, my cock standing at attention.   “Here, take this.”   Cathy had a small blue pill in her hand.   “I don’t need that.” I replied.   “Oh, you will” she said.   “For what I have planned for us you will need it!”   Shrugging, I swallowed the pill and accepted the drink she handed me.   We lay back down on the bed and went back to making out.   That is the last thing I remember before falling asleep.   I suddenly couldn’t keep my eyes open.   When I awoke the room was brightly lit.   I tried to get up but found that my hands were tied behind my back.   I was laying, chest down, on a type of padded bench with my legs splayed apart and my knees on a padded platform below the bench.   I surveyed my surroundings and noted several different types of paddles, whips, straps, chains, etc. lining the walls.   I was in, I guessed, her dungeon.   About this time I heard the click clack of Cathy’s heels on the tile floor approaching.   She walked in and smiled mischievously.   “Ah, awake are we?   I am getting quite good at mixing that drink if I do say so myself.”   “What the hell is going on here Cathy!”   I demanded.   “You, my dear, are in my dungeon.   And you are going to be used for my pleasure.   You can either go along and enjoy it or you can fight me and probably not enjoy it at all.”   “First, I am not into your little game.” I said, “and furthermore, I will not be tied and kept like a dog.   Release me at once.”   I demanded.   “Oh, a feisty one!” Cathy feigned surprise.   “I like the feisty ones very much.   You are going to be fun!”   With that she strode around the room musing over which crop she was going to select.   Cathy settled on a long slender one with a wide patch of well-worn leather on the end.   Bringing it over in front of me she asked, “Do you know what this is?”   “NO, and I don’t want to!” I replied nervously.   I knew full well what she intended to do with that crop, and I didn’t want any part of it, or did I?   As Cathy walked around behind me I struggled to see what she was doing.   I didn’t have to wait long to find out.   Suddenly, WHACK!   “DAMNIT BITCH!” I screamed.   WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!   My ass was on fire.   There were tears in my eyes as I tried in vain to avoid the crop.   “Now, the first lesson you need to learn is how to respond to me when I discipline you.   The correct response is ‘Oh yes mistress.’   Do you think you can handle that?”   “Fuck off bitch!”   With that Cathy proceeded to turn my ass a crimson red.   I was in agony but at the same time I felt myself getting hard!   Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore.   “Oh yes Mistress!” I gasped.   With that, Cathy stopped swatting me.   “Very good slave, you held out longer than most.   I am impressed.”   With that she walked over to a cabinet and returned with something in her hand.   “Now that I have you talking I am going to shut you up.”   Cathy was holding a three-inch long penis gag.   “Open wide big boy and I will soothe that burning ass of yours.”   When I didn’t respond she simply pinched my nose shut.   Soon I couldn’t stand it and opened my mouth to breath.   Cathy quickly slipped the head of the gag past my teeth and shoved it in all the way.   I gagged and choked but I heard Cathy telling me to just relax my mouth and it would go away.   I tried and sure enough, the gagging stopped.   “Very good slave.   You are just more and more impressive all the time.   And from the state of your dick I would say you are enjoying this a little more than you would like to admit.”   She was right.   My cock was as hard as iron.   Cathy reached down and wrapped her fingers around my boner one finger at a time.   Her gloved hand felt cool on my red-hot cock.   She slowly pumped me up and down a few times until I was very nearly ready to cum.   I was moaning around the gag and begging her to finish me off but she abruptly stopped.   My dick was so hard now it ached.   I was desperate for her to make me cum.   But Cathy was walking over to the cabinet again.   She took something out of the cabinet and then picked up a harness.   She stepped into the harness and cinched it tight.   Next she adjusted a couple of straps and adjusted something in front.   Cathy was standing with her back to me and I couldn’t see what she was doing.   When she turned around it was only too obvious.   Walking toward me, Cathy was rubbing lube on her enormous black cock!   “Do you know what I am going to do with this slave?   Huh?   Can you guess?” Cathy asked mischievously.     Walking around behind me, Cathy took my cock in her hand and attached a leather harness around my balls that had a chain hooked to one end.   The other end Cathy held in her hand.   Tossing her blonde hair she stepped between my legs.   “Now, relax and you will enjoy this I promise.   Fight it and you won’t, I promise.”   With that, Cathy placed the head of the cock against my asshole.   I tried to relax as much as possible and then Cathy pushed the head of the cock into me.   It felt cool and firm in my ass.   Cathy took my hips in her hands and slowly slid the rest of the cock into me.   I gasped as I felt it filling me up.   It was so smooth and cool and firm as I felt it go deeper and deeper into me.   I moaned around the gag as I savored the feeling.   “Ah, very good slave.   I suspected you would like this very much.” Cathy grinned.   “Now for some real pleasure.”   Cathy began sliding the dildo into me and slowly pulling it out nearly all the way before sliding it back in.   Each time she got in all the way she gave a little tug on the chain attached to my balls and my sack would touch her clit.   Soon Cathy was moaning and gasping as she fucked me.   With each thrust my cock felt like it was getting harder and harder.   Finally, I felt Cathy start to shudder.   She cried out “OH FUCK!   OH YES!   OH GOD YES!” and with that I came.   I shot spurt after spurt of my hot come all over the floor.   Cathy collapsed on top of me and tried to regain her composure.   I felt her breathing slowing back to normal as she stood up and slowly withdrew the dildo from deep in my ass.   I had never felt so satisfied.   “Well slave, I think that is enough for one session.”   Glancing at her watch, she said “I think I like you so much I am going to keep you for a while.”   Seeing the look in my eyes, Cathy grinned, “Just kidding!”  

Red Is Best

ebvrasea on Fetish Stories

We sit there watching TV, though I'm not really watching it. My eyes are on her, the cute beauty on the couch lying there next to me. She's about 5'1", 110 pounds tops, and with a cute little body. She has on a pink tank top and soft pajama pants. Her boyfriend is gone for the weekend, and I'm here just to spend time with her, she gets lonely. So I came over, and we watched some TV.

I'm sitting at on

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e end of the couch, she's lying down across it, her feet in my lap. I asked if she wanted a foot massage, she said yes, I knew she would. She takes good care of her feet, and likes foot massages, but her boyfriend won't do it. His loss. I start massaging her cute little feet, the toes painted red. Her eyes half close, I can tell she likes it. A foot massage is fairly sexual, there's muscles in the feet that, when stimulated properly, run past the crotch and can work wonders there.

She takes another drink of her juice, which she doesn't know that I've drugged. She relaxes even more. I start to get aroused, but she doesn't notice. I stop massaging for a moment, she opens her eyes and says “Don’t stop” in a lusty manner. She grabs the juice again and chugs the last half of it. I keep massaging for a few minutes, and I notice as her breath becomes more deep and slow. I stop massaging again, and this time, no response.

“Kate?” I ask. No response. I shake her a little; she doesn’t respond or wake up. Good, the drugs have taken effect. I lift her legs and stand up. I reach under her body and lift her up, I carry her into her bedroom, I put her on the bed, then I go back and I close the door, and lock it.

I come back to her, and I look at her for a moment, and realize how much I really care for her. Her boyfriend treats her pretty good and all, but doesn’t appreciate her like I do. I lay on the bed beside her, and I run my fingers over her face, tracing her features with my fingertips. I brush the hair out of her face, and I kiss her on the lips, tasting her sweet flavor. I kiss her chin, and then her neck, and her upper chest. I licked where her nipple is through the tank top, and watch it start to rise. I sit her up, and lift the tank top over her head and off. I gently lay her back down, and admire her cute breasts. They could only be an A cup, or a small B, but there are perfect.

I suckle on her right nipple like a newborn, and it hardens at my tongue’s touch. I move to the other nipple, suckle on it with similar results. I kiss my way down her stomach, and nestle my tongue into her belly button, its one of my favorite parts of her. She has a small mole right beside it which is so sexy. I lay my head down just below her belly button, and look up at her face, past the mole and the breasts with the erect nipples, she looks so peaceful. I can smell her already, her sweet scent making me feel very warm.

I remove my shirt and pants, down to my boxers and my erection now. I start just touching her legs. Her skin is so soft; I’ve never felt anything that felt better than her white skin. She takes really good care of her whole body.

I move down to her little feet again, and touch them a little more. I couldn’t control myself anymore, and I kiss her toes. I kiss the little toe on her right foot, and kiss each one till I got to the little toe on her left foot. I lick the underside of each toe, and kiss the soles of her feet, lick her heel. This was driving me crazy, I’d always wanted to do this. I suck her big toe into my mouth, enjoying the taste as I circle it with my tongue. I give the other ones the same treatment, savoring each one.

I need relief. I slowly put her feet down, almost sad to let go. I grip the elastic of her pants, lift her ass with one hand, and pull the pants down her legs and off her. Her legs called to me, I kissed my way up her thighs. She has a thong on, and her pubic hair is poking out the side a bit. The smell of her pussy is so sweet, I am in heaven. I grab the top of the pink thong and pull it off her, putting it on the pile of my clothes. I’ve never been a fan of a lot of hair, so I decide I am going to shave her. I realize that she’ll know what I’ve done, but I am too horny to care.

I rose, went to the bathroom, and grabbed her razor, cream, a washcloth, a bowl of warm water, and a towel. Going back into the room, I lifted her cute ass and folded the towel under her, and gently put her back down. I spread her legs nice and wide, and lay down between them. I put some of the cream on my hands, and rubbed it into her pubic hair. I pick up the razor and very gently begin to shave it off, starting at the top, above her swollen lips.

 

After I was done at the top, I move to the sides, and carefully got all the hair off. I wipe it clean with the wet washcloth, and admire my work. No more hair there, just her very pink bald pussy, calling out to me. I dry her off with the towel and put everything back in the bathroom where it had been. I come back into the bedroom and go to work. I lie down next to her, and run my fingers between the lips of her pussy. She trembles and I thought that she’d woken up, but she is still asleep. I kiss her lips as I bury my finger into her. I start to slowly pump in and out of her, sucking on her little pink eraser nipples as I did. She moans in her sleep, just a soft moan, almost under her breath, and it turns me on even more. I pull my fingers out, and touch them to her lips, rubbing her own juices on her lips.

I stood, and take off my boxers, my cock standing very erect. I got down in between her legs and began licking her slit from bottom to top, very slowly; she gasps slightly as I touch her clit, but remains asleep. I abuse her pussy this way for some time, then stand and move up the bed. I turn her lead to the side, and open her mouth, and slide my cock inside. I hold her mouth closed as I just screw her face. I could almost swear I feel her tongue caressing it, but I’m pretty sure I am imagining it. I want to do more, didn’t want to waste all my energy here.

I pull out of her mouth, and position myself at her entrance. I slowly push my way in, her pussy walls were so tight, I almost lost it right there. I get all the way in and just rest a moment. I grab her legs and pull them up over her body, bring her feet to my face. I slowly start to pump in and out of her, and return to kissing her cute feet and toes. I continue this for about 15 minutes, slowly in and out, and giving every square inch of her feet a tongue bath, I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

I feel my orgasm beginning to start, I give a few more pumps, and then I pull out of her. I stand up on the bed, and holding her feet together with my left hand, I begin to jerk myself off with my right, I only have to touch myself for all of a minute, and I feel about to cum. I point my cock at her feet and jerk harder, and I cum all over her little feet, I just keep going, I never knew I had so much in me. It starts running off the side of her arches and down her legs.

I let go of my cock, and I lick up all of my cum, off her feet and off her legs, holding it in my mouth. I open her mouth and kiss her, depositing my juices into her mouth. I go to the bathroom, and I grab the washcloth again, and I return to the bedroom and wipe her legs and feet off, getting any of it that I missed with my tongue. I put her pants back on her, and her top. I get dressed myself, pocketing her thong. I lift her and carry her back to the couch, put a blanket on her, and kiss her goodnight.

I leave, making my way home, running over what had just happened in my mind, over and over. Now that it was over I felt so alive, and reliving it in my mind got me horny again.

I get home to my apartment, and lock the door. I see that there’s a message on my answering machine. I press the play button as I start to take off my coat and shoes. This is what I heard: “hey there you, it’s Kate.”  I froze…how old is this message? “Just wanted to say thanks, I had a great time tonight. But next time, why not just ask me?” then a giggle and a click.

 

The End

Picnic Surprise

jerepo on Fetish Stories

A group of my friends decided to have a picnic at a camp ground not far from my home. We were all sitting around the camp fire shooting the shit, when I saw Heather coming toward us.

I tried to keep from looking directly at her, but an undefined attraction kept my eyes glued to her as she approached dragging a lawn chair. Don’t get me wrong, Heather is no beauty in the normal sense. She has a nice face, dirty red hair big tits and a big ass that was currently stuffed in a pair of tight denim shorts.

Heather is not fat. Her tits are huge D melons that are nicely shaped and stand out proudly from her body. A tit man’s delight! Her big ass is accentuated by a small waist. The two globes are nicely shaped and fill the tight pants she always seems to ware.

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‚¬â„¢t know, but the attraction was probably the tattoos and the piercing. I could see the intricate tattoo of the flower growing out of the leg of her shorts and the gold stud in her nose. The thought of the treasures under her clothes made my cock twitch.

The whole thing was nuts! Normally I would not take a second look at woman like her, but here I sat staring as she walked up to the picnic area. It's not that Heather is not attractive, she is just such a slut.! Messing with sluttie women can limit a man's sex life. A woman will look at you and say "you fucked so and so and you are not sticking that thing in me."

When it comes to pussy, I have no idea what causes the attraction and my pee pee to get that rush of blood. For what ever reason, I was not cool as she approached.

She looked around and caught me burning holes in her body. Smiling she pulled her chair over to me and sat down. I could feel the blood rushing to my face as she said "hello." I wondered what she thought about my apparent attraction to her. Without missing a beat, she looked at me and said “like what you see?”

I could not seem to keep it in “not really, but I sure would like to see the art work under your clothes. I know that your nose and tongue pierced but are there other holes in your body?”

“Sure dummy, most women have other holes in their body.”

“You know what I meant. Piercing such as a clit ring, navel stud. I assumed that you had the regular female holes.’

“Don’t you want to see my female holes? Or are you just interested in the decorations?”

“I guess the truth of the matter is that I would like to see all your holes. But I got to be honest, I really want to see if you have other piercing and tattoos and look at them.”

A big shit eating grin crossed her face and she whispered in my ear “ I’ll take off all my clothes and let you take a real close look but you have to do something for me”.

I turned my head and looked her in the eyes. “And just what do you want me to do for a little look?”

“Surely I’m not that bad looking that you would question what it would take to see me without my clothes? A lot of men would give their left nut to see me and have a chance to fuck me!”

“I’ll have to admit that my cock twitches every time I see you. But I don’t know if it’s the tattoos and piercing or your big ass and tities.”

“Well, does it matter?” She ask.

“Not really. One way or the other I am attracted to you.”

“Why don’t we go over to my place and you can have a look.” Grinning she said “a real close and intimate look.”

“Your not going to tell me what I have to do to take a look?”

Taking my hand, she pulled my from my chair saying “come on little boy I won’t hurt you.”

I followed her over to her apartment. As I got out of my car, she turned and shook her ass in a provocative way. Her ass is big with nicely shaped cheeks and a small waist. I could feel my cock react as I considered fucking her doggie style with her moving that ass as I pounded into her.

At her door she took my hand and lead me inside. She turned facing me and said “if you want a look you have to agree to, to fist my pussy.”

“You want me to fist you?’

“Yes I have fantasized about having a fist stuffed in my box for a long time and I want you to do it to me. I want you to push your fist in me all the way up to your wrist. I want you to fuck me with your fist until I cum.”

I have had women ask me to fuck them or eat them out, but this is the first time one ask me to stick my fist in their pussy. “Are you sure that you want my fist stuffed in your pussy?”

“Oh yes” she said in a trembling voice. “ I am so hot thinking about it my pussy is gushing juice. Come on into the bedroom and I’ll Let you see my art work and holes!”

As we entered the bedroom she pushed me down on the bed and turned shaking her ass and said “I’ll be right back, I need to tell my daughter that I’m home. She’s probably in her room with that worthless piece of shit, boyfriend.”

In a minute or so Heather returned, closing the bedroom door. She turned with her back to me and said “ are you ready? I want to show you my holes and flower garden.”

Lifting her top over her head, she pulled it off and tossed it in the corner of the room. To my surprise, she was not wearing a bra. How did those big tits stand out so firm with out support? They had to defy gravity.

With a little giggle, she turned saying “ ready to see part of my garden?”

Tattooed on both of her tits were wild daisies with yellow peddles. Her areolae formed the center of the flowers and the pedals grew out forming a beautiful piece of art work. Her nipples were hard making it obvious that she was turned on.

Looking with wonder and admiration, I said “come here and let me suck some of your sweet nectar. I want to see if they taste as good as they look.”

Walking slowly she approached and rubbed her left nipple on my lips. Automatically my mouth opened and I began to suck the center of that beautiful flower. Deep down she began to moan in that sound of pleasure that every man loves to elicit from a woman.

As I sucked, her nipple grew harder in my mouth. She undid the button on her shorts and lowered the zipper. Pulling hard at the sides of the tight garment, her shorts dropped to the floor. Between her legs I could see the wetness of her engorged pussy lips pouting through the crotch panel of her thong. The thong between her legs was soaked with her juices. Wiggling her big ass, she pulled the thong down over her hips and let it drop to the floor.

A clit ring pierced her hood. Attached to the ring was a short chain that hung down between her pussy lips. Tattooed on the mound just above her slit were the words “pull my chain.”

God I thought, this woman is nuts. I slowly stood up while continuing to suck on her hard nipple. I turned her around and pushed her down on the bed. Placing her feet on the bed, she spread her legs wide. Her pussy lips were engorged and puffy, but her whole slit was small and delicately carved. There was not a hair in sight. Her whole sex looked like it belonged to a pubescent little girl. The head of her clit was huge and standing proudly out of the hood.

Looking down at her love slot and the chain attached to the clit hood, I ask “what’s with the chain?”

“When I’m turned on my clit gets so sensitive that I can’t stand for it to be touched. The chain pulls my hood over the head and it feels great. Pull on the chain and see how it works.”

Reaching between her pussy lips, I grab the chain between my thumb and finger and pull. I watched as the hood slid over her engorged clit head as I pull. “Oh god that feels good” she moaned.

I continued to pull and release the chain, masturbating her clit. Her stomach began to convulse as she reached a crashing climax and juice squirted from her fuck hole wetting the bed. “you were hot, weren’t you?” I ask.

“I told you that I was. The thought of you stuffing my box has me hotter than I have ever been before. The fuck juice has my hole nice and slippery, so do me!”

“Are you sure that you want my fist stuck in your hole? Your slit seems so small, that I’m not sure that I can get it in.”

“Yes. yes put it in me, before I die of sexual frustration.”

I slowly bent over and kissed her on the lips. She opened her mouth and I slipped my tongue deep into that sweet hole. Our tongues started a sexual dance as I slid my hand down to the sweet mound of her sex. I slowly slid a finger down her wet slit searching for another of her holes. At the bottom of the slippery valley, I found the object of my search.

I slowly slid my finger into her. She was tight and hot. I thought, how am I going to get my whole fist in this little hole? Her ass started to bounce off the bed as I slipped a second finger into her. The rhythm was in perfect time with the dance of our tongues. As the third finger joined the others in her hot hole, I felt her cunt start to suck on my fingers.

Cupping my hand, I pushed four fingers into her. She let out a little moan of pleasure as I pumped her hole. Our tongues continued their dance as I pleasured her tight little hole.

I removed my lips from hers and said, “are you sure you want to go on? Do you really want me to stick my fist in you? You are so tight down there, I am sure it’s going to hurt.”

“What you have stuck in me now seems to be about all that I can take. I have fantasized about having a fist fuck fist me, so do it! Do it now!”

Kneeling on the floor, I looked between her legs at the sight of her small cunt. The four fingers in her love box had her outer lips stretched wide. No way could I see my whole fist in that small receptacle.

“Are you sure?’ I ask.

“Yes and don’t stop! Even if you seem to be ripping me apart.”

Pulling my fingers out of her hot hole, I placed my thumb in the palm of my hand. Slowly I worked four fingers into her sweet box. I rotated my hand to loosen her pubic tightness. My fingers were covered with her love juice. As I started to push my fist into her hole, a deep moan grew in her belly and came out her lips.

She screamed as the knuckle of my thumb pushed between her inner pussy lips. I could feel her cunt walls contracting, trying to push the intruder out. I was now on a mission, fill this cunts box and give her her fantasy. As I pushed harder into her love hole, I could feel her relaxing to accept the stretching of her hole.

My whole hand as now past the opening of her hole. I could feel the cunt walls contracting and relaxing in a rhythmic effort to push my hand out.

“Deeper. Deeper and start pumping me!” she screamed.

I pushed harder and felt my fingers touch her cervix. I slowly began to slide my fist in and out of love tunnel. Her tightness was incredible. As I pumped that sweet hole, I could feel something building in her. Her stomach muscles started to tighten and I could feel her cunt begin to clamp on my hand. It was a flood.

As I pumped her, my cock became a rod of steel. The squish, squish sound of my hand sliding in and out of her pussy made me want to fuck something now!

She was screaming and thrashing on the bed. Her pussy clamped my hand so hard I thought it would break. A gush of pussy juice squirted out around my hand wetting the bed again.

In one final scream of agonizing pleasure “ god that was the best orgasm I ever felt!” Looking into my eyes and smiling, she said "now we need find a tight hole for you."

Just as I was about to pull my fist from Heather's box, a beautiful young girl burst through the bedroom door.

Looking between Heather's legs she screamed "mooother what are you doing?"

















Mistress Nikki Part 1

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Mistress Nikki

**This story is based on my fantasies. I would love for them to come true one day.

 

I am a rather shy and submissive guy, so placing an ad or responding to an ad in a magazine or phone meeting line is almost unheard of for me, but I decided to place an ad in a magazine and on a BDSM phone meeting line. I said that I was looking for a strict but kind Mistress, that would dominate me, teach and train me, "break me in". I added that I was relatively new to this and that I am very submissive and willing to learn. A day or two after I had placed the phone add, there was a message in my system mailbox instructing me to contact her. She said her name was Mistress Nikki and she was interested in my ad. It took me a day to finally call her back. A

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woman with the same voice answered and after I identified myself she asked me detailed questions about my body and my fantasies. These are the questions she asked and my answers. "What is your first name and are you really willing to have me "break you in" as you said?" My name is Max and yes I am willing to have you "break me in". "Ok Max, what do you look like? How tall are you? How long and thick is your cock? Are you shaved?" I have brown hair, blue eyes, a muscular athletic body, I am 6' 3", my cock is just over 8 inches long and it is pretty thick, and I am trimmed. "Very good slave, very good. Now tell me your fantasies, all of them." Ok, my fantasies are to be dominated by a woman, tied up, teased and tortured, have my cock and balls tied up, some cock and ball torture, fuck my ass with a strap-on, make me suck and lick your pussy, ass and the strap on. Bring me to the brink of orgasm and then leave me there for as long as you want. Make me eat my own cum. I am kind of bi-curious, make me suck a real cock and eat its cum. "I like what I hear slave, I will make your fantasies a reality and even more." I was really excited, my cock was rock hard as I was talking to her on the phone. She invited me to her place (which was just a couple of hours away) for dinner and to see what else would happen on the first night. I was so hard that after I hung up the phone I stroked my cock and balls till I came 3 times. I couldn’t wait.

That weekend I drove to her place. It was a nice house out in the country. She had a long driveway and you couldn’t see the house from the road. I was greeted at the door by a beautiful woman. She had on a nice shirt and mini skirt with black stockings and black high heels. She had brownish/blonde shoulder length hair. She greeted me and we went into the house and into the dinning room. She had already put everything out for dinner. We sat down to eat and talked about nothing personal during the dinner, the weather, favorite movies, places to eat. When we where done eating she cleared off the table and we moved to the living room. She then asked me if I was still up for what we had talked about on the phone? I said yes. "Good", she said. "You will address me as Mistress from now on and you will obey everything that I say. Is that clear slave?" Yes Mistress I replied. "Good, now take off your clothes." I did as she said and striped down to my boxers and as I was about to take them off she told me to leave them on. She told me to stay where I was until she returned. When she came back she had a two bags with her. She opened one and pulled out a collar and placed in around my neck. "Now you are mine, slave", She said. She then pulled my boxers down and examined my body. My cock was rock hard as she was looking over my body. She then told me to put my hands behind my back and she put leather cuffs on my wrists and attached them together. Them she put the same leather cuffs on my ankles. She then attached a leach to my collar and made me follow her to the bathroom. "We need to shave your cock and balls and your ass slave." Yes Mistress I responded. She told me to sit on the edge of the bathtub. She got the razor and shaving cream and started to shave my cock and balls. I wiggled a little when she grabbed the shaft of my cock. "Don"t move slave you wouldn’t want me to slip now would you," she said with a little laugh. In a minute or two my cock and balls were completely shaven. She told me to turn over and she shaved my ass too. She wiped off the cream and then lead me to her dungeon. It had all sorts of toys on the walls, chains, tables, beds, rope, gags, you name it she had it. She then took my hands and attached them to two chains that were hanging down and then pulled them up. Then she attached my ankles to loops on the ground so I couldn’t move. Then she put a blindfold on me and left me there. It felt like forever but when she returned she smacked my ass (with a riding crop I found out later) to let me know that she had returned. "You have a big weekend in front of you, I hope you are ready for it." She said. Yes Mistress I responded. I then felt her put a harness/restraint on my cock and balls. I could feel the blood start to swell in the head of my cock. It was rock hard. "There that will keep you nice and hard for as long as I want, and you won’t be able to cum until I let you." I moaned. With that she shoved a ball gag into my mouth. She then released my arms and she told me to get up on the table. She assisted me onto it. I was told to get on my hands and knees. I could feel a leather strap being placed around my stomach. The next thing I knew, my wrists and ankles were tied to the legs of the table, my stomach was pulled up slightly by the strap attached to a rope from the ceiling. My head was then pulled back so I looked straight ahead (if I could see). I felt totally helpless. "Now the fun begins" I heard her say. It started with random whacks with the riding crop. Then came the electro torture. The wand was used tacitly to get the greatest moan/groan out of me. The electric wand shocked my nipples, my swollen rock hard cock and balls (over and over), my ass hole, and any other places where maximum stimulation could be had. All the while the crop, followed by a whip heated up my ass, thighs and back. She finally took a break. "I will be right back slave, don’t go anywhere," she said. I wasn’t going anywhere, I was on my hands and knees tied to a table, blindfolded and gaged, a collar, and a cock and ball harness/restraint on. I heard her return but I also heard another person with her. "I have a friend here with me slave. Her name is Mistress Stefanie. You are to call her Mistress as well, is that understood?" I tired my best to say Yes Mistress, but with the ball gag in it was impossible. She knew what I was trying to say, but she said, "I told you to call me and her Mistress slave, you will be punished for that." With that she and her friend took turns using the electric wand on my cock and balls and ass hole again. Then they enjoyed watching me jump as they teased me with ice cubes. One was even put in my asshole. Their fascination soon turned to my ass. I moaned and groaned as they inserted the end of the electric wand into my ass. That was followed by some fingers. I think a carrot, a dildo, vibrator and finally a vibrating butt plug. Now mind you, I’ve never had my ass penetrated (by anything), so this was quite an experience Erotic, a little painful and scary, but I was so hot and horny my cock felt like it was going to explode. After what seemed like an eternity, I was released from my table-torture. I still had the leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, the blindfold on, the ball gag in my mouth. My cock and balls were in the restraint and the vibrating butt plug was still in my ass. A leash was attached to my collar and my Mistresses led me around. I was on my hands and knees crawling behind them. My swollen cock and balls where swinging as I crawled and the vibrating butt plug was being turned on and off by Mistress Nikki. I heard my Mistress say, "I can"t wait to see the video tape of this slave." The entire thing was being filmed Even when I was being shaved. When we got to the next spot my hands were buckled behind my back and my blind fold was removed. I couldn’t believe what I saw. Mistress Nikki was wearing the type of outfit I fantasized about: black corset with exposed tits(pushed up), black stockings attached to the corset, black thong, and black high heels. Her hair was pulled back. Her female companion was wearing the same thing. Mistress Nikki was sitting on a bed with her legs crossed. She pulled my leash toward her. I walked to her on my knees and she said, "I see your ever swollen cock is hindering your movement, good" She pushed the back of my head to her high heels and said, "They need a shining." I licked her shoes as well as I could, just hoping to lick her gorgeous legs and pussy. They commented on how good a slave I was so far. She then grabbed me by the hair and lifted my up onto my knees. The butt plug in my ass started to vibrate again and I moaned a little and squirmed when I felt it. "Oh, he liked that. Look at how big and swollen his cock and balls are," Mistress Nikki said. "I like that. His balls are all full with cum. This is going to be a fun weekend," my other Mistress said. My face was right in Mistress Nikki’s crotch. I could smell the beautiful aroma of hot pussy. She then stood me up and reached down and grabbed my balls and cock. I groaned and moaned and tried to move so she would be rubbing them. She gripped them tighter and said, "Oh no slave you won’t be doing any of the for a while. You will do what we say." With that she let go and my arms where untied from behind my back and pulled up in a spread eagle position. A spreader bar was attached to my ankles. The butt plug was driving me crazy as it was still vibrating even harder and faster now. Then my Mistresses placed like a poster board around me so that was all I could see. On it where pictures of men and women tied up, being fucked. Mostly the women were fucking the men. My Mistresses then asked me different questions about my fantasies. I shared everything that I had ever thought about. I didn’t know what they were doing but they where giggling and laughing and I thought I could hear them drawing. Then Mistress Nikki moved the pictures and got on her knees. She told me to keep looking at the pictures and not to look down. I obeyed her. I felt her grab my cock and my balls and put something else besides the restraint on them. I could feel the my balls where now spread and there was something around the head of my cock. It made my balls swell and the head of my cock swell even more. Then she put the pictures back, and her and her friend continued to draw my fantasies. Then al of a sudden the ring around the head of my cock and around my balls started to vibrate as well as the butt plug. I moaned and groaned and was squirming around a little. I felt like I was going to explode, but there was no way I was going to be able to cum with the restraint on. My cock was spasming like when I cum but nothing was coming out. It did this 4 times before my Mistresses returned and stopped the rings around the head of my cock and my balls. "You look like you where having fun slave. I hope you liked the pictures, you will be seeing them again," Mistress Nikki said. My arms where let down and I was forced to walk to something that resembled a padded sawhorse. I was bent over it and my ankles where attached to the legs and my arms where pulled down and forward and then attached in a way so that I was kind of leaning on my elbows. The edge of a bed was right in front of me. Mistress Nikki removed her thong and laid down on the bed and put her hot wet pussy right in front of my face. Her pussy was clean shaven except for a little strip just above it. She removed the ball gag and told me to eat her pussy. I obeyed my Mistress and I licked and sucked her pussy like it was my job. She was pushing my head down in to her wet snatch as her body arched and she climaxed over and over again. She told me to lick her ass too while I was down there. I started to tongue her ass and her pussy just like she told me. Mistress Stefanie was using the riding crop on my ass and legs while I was licking and sucking Mistress Nikki’s pussy and ass. She was also controlling the vibrating butt plug and the rings on my cock and balls. I wanted to cum so many times and so badly my cock and balls where hurting, but I was loving eating my Mistress’s pussy and ass. My cock spasmed 4 more times just like before but no cum came out because of the restraint. Mistress Nikki got up and came back wearing a strap-on dildo. She laid back down and forced it into my mouth and said, "You better learn how to suck cock good slave. You are ours." I have never touched a man sexually, let alone sucked a cock, but that would change tonight. After a couple minutes of making my suck the strap-on Mistress Nikki got up and pulled the butt plug out of my ass with out warning. My cock spasmed like before but once again the restraint didn’t let any cum out. Then Mistress Stefanie laid down on the bed. She still had on her thong. I was too aroused that I never noticed a growing bulge in Mistress Stefanie’s thong. I just glanced at her crotch which was right in my face and then all of a sudden Mistress Nikki slide her strap-on all the way into my ass, and turned on the vibrating rings around my balls and the head of my cock. "I know you liked that slave, I heard you moan and groan. Those vibrating rings have three speeds. They have only been on low so far, and you should have cum how many times?" Mistress Nikki said. "Nine," says Mistress Stefanie. "Good, are you having fun slave?" asked Mistress Nikki. "Yes Mistress," I reply. Mistress Nikki starts to fuck my ass as Mistress Stefanie takes off her thong. She has a huge cock. It is rock hard now and it is 7 inches long. She grabs my head and shoves her cock into my mouth and says, "Here is a real cock for you. Suck it good slave boy." I start to lick and suck her cock as I am getting fucked from behind. "Turn up the vibrating rings, lets really train and torture him," says Mistress Stefanie. The vibrating rings are turned up to medium. I start to groan and moan as I suck her cock and get fucked. "I am going to cum slave and don’t you spill a drop." Mistress Stefanie moans. She shoots a huge load into my mouth and I swallow every drop. My cock spasmed 5 times just like before. "That restraint is really doing its job. I’ve counted that you should have cum 14 times by now, but not one drop. How does it feel slave?" Mistress Nikki says. I couldn’t say anything because I still had Mistress Stefanie’s cock in my mouth. Mistress Nikki said, "I asked you a question slave You will be punished for that." With that she shoved a huge vibrating butt plug into my ass and turned it on high. Mistress Stefanie pulled her cock out of my mouth and shoved her cum stained thong in my mouth and then tied it in place. I moaned and groaned when the butt plug was shoved in my ass. Also they turned the vibrating rings back on medium again. My head was spinning with all the sensations in my ass and my cock and balls. "That will teach him to not answer me when I ask him a question." says Mistress Nikki. Mistress Stefanie was still sitting on the bed and had taken off her corset but still had on her stockings and high heels. The same thing with Mistress Nikki. Mistress Stefanie was playing with her cock and it was rock hard again. She got up and pulled the butt plug out and started to fuck my as hard. "This will teach him to disobey us." She said. Mistress Nikki was using a vibrator on her pussy right in front of my face. Then she put a dildo gag in my mouth. She kept the cum stained thong in my mouth and fastened it there with the gag. Then she slid her wet pussy onto the dildo that was sticking out from the gag. I could smell her wonderful juices and my cock and balls were on fire. The vibrating rings where turned up to high. My ass was getting fucked very hard by Mistress Stefanie and I was fucking Mistress Nikki with the dildo gag that was on me. My cock and balls where spasming now almost every minute it seemed like. After what seemed like forever Mistress Stefanie finally shoot another huge load. This time into my red ans sore ass. She pulled her cock out and put the huge butt plug right back in. Mistress Nikki had also orgasmed a couple times while riding the dildo gag on my face. She got off the bed and took the gag off me and the thong out of my mouth and put the ball gag back. Then they untied me and led me to a different bed and tied me spread eagle to it. I still had the huge butt plug in my ass and the vibrating cock rings on. "You cock and balls are so red and swollen with cum aren’t they?" Mistress Nikki said. "They sure are. He should have cummed 20 times by now. I bet he would love to have some release." Said Mistress Stefanie. They removed the vibrating cock rings from my balls and my cock and then removed the restraint. My cock was still standing straight up. Mistress Nikki then got on the bed and started to ride my hard cock as Mistress Stefanie made me lick her ass and suck her balls and cock. Mistress Nikki road my cock and stopped me from cumming 4 more time. I was still sucking Mistress Stefanie"s cock and balls. They turned the butt plug on high. "That is 24 times now you should have cum slave. Get ready for some release." Mistress Nikki said. She had orgasmed 3 times while riding me. She started again and this time harder and faster than before. She could sense that I was going to cum and she got off and made me cum into a container. My cock exploded when I finally was able to cum. I shot the biggest load that I have ever seen into that container. Mistress Stefanie then shot her load in there too. Then Mistress Nikki said, "Ok slave, drink up. Every last drop." With that she made me drink all of the cum that was in that container. When I was done both Mistresses kissed me very hard and my cock began to get hard again. Mistress Nikki then said, "You did good today slave. I hope you are ready for tomorrow and then Sunday as well. Hahaha. We are going to have some fun." They both left me there tied spread eagle to the bed. They removed the butt plug and put a blanket over me. Before Mistress Nikki turned the light off and left she said, "Goodnight slave, you better get a good night’s sleep because tomorrow you continue your training and serving me. Goodnight." The lights went out and I went to sleep.

The next two days to come later.

Sex in a Bag

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Nick and Bridget were an odd couple. They got strange looks everywhere they went together.

Nick was tall with an athletic build. Bridget was short with small tits and a nice, round, voluptuous ass.

She was a lot shorter than Nick, but the height difference was so manifest that it made people stare. Bridget was one of the little people, a midget by any other name.

She and Nick had been together for a long time. It was funny how they got their st

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art together. It was curiosity on Nick's part. He wanted to see what it would be like to have sex with a midget. He found out and that was part of the reason they were still together.

Bridget was great in bed. He wasn't expecting so much.

Her pussy was a lot deeper than he had expected. She could just about take the full length of his huge cock. But it was her blowjobs that reeled him in to stay. Bridget could suck the paint off a car if she wanted to.

Besides that, she was a good person. She was fun to by around. Physical attractions were easy to come by, but finding the right mental match up was like looking for a needle in a hay stack.

The problem was that they really hated the stares that they got from people. That's when Bridget suggested Nick pack her up in a suitcase and carry her around with him.

She was joking, but Nick took the joke a little further. He actually got a suitcase, put it on the floor, and waited for her to get in.

Not wanting to be outdone, Bridget got in and curled up in a fetal position. Nick zipped it up and walked out the door with it.

Bridget was a lot heavier in the suitcase. He could easily lift her up normally. She was so small it was like lifting a kid.

But she was heavy as hell with all her weight piled up in a suitcase with him trying to carry it all on one side of his body. He was sweating up a storm by the time he got down the street.

He wasn't sure exactly where he was taking her. He was just fascinated by the fact that he could carry his girlfriend around in a suitcase. It amazed him and he was sure Bridget was probably smiling from inside.

But there was a hotel right down the street from them and Nick had just about walked all the way to it. He figured he might as well keep going and make something fun out this little joke.

The cashier commented on how heavy the bag looked as he was getting signed in. He asked what in the world could be so heavy.

"I'd tell you but you wouldn't believe if I did," said Nick as he walked towards his room.

Once inside, he mustered all of his strength, hoisted the bag off the floor, and dropped it on the bed. It bounced a few times before coming to a halt.

Nick unzipped it, and out stepped Bridget's sexy little ass wearing a sexy black panty outfit that left her pierced tits exposed. Jokingly, she started jumping around on the bed like a happy little kid when she saw Nick getting his cock from his pants. She was surprised he still had energy to have sex after carrying her so long.

He pulled it free of his underpants and started stroking it. It was almost fully erect when he got it out. Bridget ran up to him and started gulping mouthfuls of his meat into her mouth. His cock was hard as a brick seconds later.

It felt good getting his cock sucked after such a hard workout. He was standing in front of the bed and Bridget—because of her height—was standing up on the bed as she blew him.

They liked oral sex in that position. It amused both of them that she could suck his cock standing up.

"Ohh. That's good," moaned Nick.

He loved the way Bridget sucked cock. Her mouth wasn't that deep so all she could do was go a little past the cock head. Her hands were what made it so spectacular.

She massaged the hell out of it with both hands. She knew how to stroke his cock in different directions in a cork-screwing motion.

Her lips were extremely soft. They worked wonders with the head. It left him feeling so good that he could cum in her mouth at any time, and if she kept going the way she was, that's exactly what was going to happen.

He grabbed her and threw her on the bed. She was on her back.

He lay with his head between her legs. The scent of hot pussy met his nose as he was sliding his tongue inside of her.

She smiled. Her breathing deepened. Her legs were high and wide.

Nick lapped at her sweet juices and used his tongue to stimulate her clit. He loved eating pussy as much as Bridget enjoyed sucking dick.

Once he'd gotten it nice and wet, he came up stroking his cock back to full erection. Bridget moaned and grinned when she saw what he had for her.

They both moaned as he entered. There were traces of pubic hair around her hole that tickled Nick's cock head.

Bridget's juices spilled all over his cock as he went in. It was super tight as always, but her pussy could fit the bulk of his massive cock with no problem.

He screwed her slowly at first. There was something about the sex today that made it better than normal. Maybe it was the hotel or the kinky way they'd arrived there.

Whatever it was, it had Bridget's pussy extra goopy. They could hear every movement Nick made because it caused a loud swishing sound in Bridget's wet cunt.

Nick lay on his side after a while. He thrust slowly into Bridget until his cock was all the way flush. Then he slowly pulled out and shoved it back in.

That was one of things that fascinated Nick about dwarfs in general, not just Bridget. Their bodies were smaller than normal, but their genitals grew to normal size.

Another thing he liked about them was the way it was so easy to manhandle them. When he wanted to switch positions, he didn't have to say anything or motion for Bridget to move. He simply rolled on his back, lifted her up, and dropped her on his prick.

She started riding him. He was thrusting into her so hard that even his own body was lifting off the bed.

"Ohhh," she moaned.

Nick cupped her tits. He kneaded them and caressed the nipple piercings.

Nick wanted her from behind. They usually put something on the bed so Bridget would have something to lean against. Otherwise, because of her height, she'd have to lean all the way over and blood would rush to her head.

Nick found a small stool on the other end of the room. He put it on the bed, Bridget assumed the position, and he was hard-fucking her from the rear.

"Uh-huh. Ohhh! Ohh!" Bridget moaned.

Nick grew more violent as time went on. Her pussy was so deep. It was so hot. The tingles, so fierce. He had her fat, round ass jiggling along with the bed squeaking.

His cock started burning. He fucked faster. It burned some more.

He pulled out and lay on his back. His cock was jumping and pulsing.

Bridget knelt beside him, her mouth agape and panting. She took his cock in her mouth and started sucking and twisting her head from side to side like an attack dog. She slobbered all over it, slurped on it, and stroked his cock and balls with her hands.

It got so good that poor Nick couldn't keep still. He was fidgeting around. He was moaning and his eyes were rolled back into his head.

He grabbed her head to force guide it up and down on his shaft, but the suction was so strong that he lost control of his limbs and his hands fell to her shoulders.

The burning in his cock was getting out of hand. An orgasm was coming soon. He couldn't control himself.

He started thrusting into her mouth. She started sucking him deeper. His cock was almost totally down Bridget's throat.

At one point, his cock went so deep that Nick could feel it bending down the back of her throat. That's when he lost it.

His legs shook violently. "Auurghhh!!!" he screamed as juices streamed up his throbbing shaft.

Bridget continued sucking, but not as deep. She wanted to taste his seed. She kept the head at the tip of her tongue.

"Mmmm," she said cheerfully as it spilled into her mouth. She'd always loved Nick's taste.

She kept stroking him until the last drop was in her mouth. She let cum spill out of her mouth back onto his cock. Then she stroked it into his cock, making it more slippery and wet.

When she was done playing with sperm, Nick got up and put the suitcase back on the bed next to Bridget, who was busy trying to clean cum off her hands (she liked cum when it was coming out of a dick, but after that, it was just an annoying mess).

Nick jumped onto the bed, lifted Bridget up, and zipped her back up in the suitcase. He dragged her out the door, checked out of the hotel, and started walking back home.

As he was walking home, for the first time, Nick realized that he and Bridget had just done some seriously strange shit. He couldn't help but smile about it. It was definitely weird, but who gave a fuck. It was fun.

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Asian Revelations

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Asian Revelations

 

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New Roman">My wife Kim and I were finishing a job assignment in Seoul, Korea when this all began. We are now both in our mid 40’s and have been married over 20 years. Kim is petite, 5’0, 34c/25/26 and still cute after all these years. I am still holding my own; I work out and so far have been successful in keeping my hair, weight down and maintain try to a good attitude. Something that has been on the downswing for several years however has been our sexual relationship. Although we still have sex, it’s simply not exciting and “not enough” for me. Part of the problem has been our busy schedules with work, friends, and television. That’s right, Kim loves to watch Korean drama shows at night and by the time they are over, I’m zonked out in bed and getting ready for the next day. The problem I soon acquired was the Internet and specifically porn and XXX chats.  I quickly became addicted to them both. The stimulation I received from porn just further frustrated the sexual experiences I was lacking with Kim.

 

I used my cam to masturbate with other couples, sometimes single women, and even men if the moment seemed desperate. I sometimes sent pics of my wife to horny men that just needed a sexual release. After a while I felt this was dangerous since Kim’s privacy was at stake. I stopped the Internet chats for a while but then got frustrated again with our own sexual relationship, I felt like we were a tired out couple. No longer did we go out and run the clubs or seek excitement like we used to. I had always loved to watch Kim among other men. Her flirting always seemed to be her strong point. We had even discussed on numerous occasions her being with another men, just to boost her sexual experiences. She played with the idea but never really took me seriously. I knew guys that wanted her. I could tell by their comments and gestures. I also sometimes wanted to have a sexual relationship with someone else. Perhaps someone else’s wife, but she needed to be Asian. I thought, “yeah, sure.” Soon, I was hitting the Internet again and jerking my cock whenever I got alone with the computer.

 

Two months before we were to end our tour in Korea, I joined a sexually oriented newsgroup that was dedicated to men with Asian wives. It depicted pics of so-called members wives that I knew by experience were models copied from the web. There was an exception though; I found a message pertaining to a mixed American/Taiwanese couple with the wife being from Taiwan. The husband was Hank and the wife’s name was Lisa. I was fascinated by the messages Hank had posted because they each said the same thing, “that his wife wanted to be in a threesome or gangbang and that he wanted to watch.” He also stated his area and was looking for active couples/men to join in. I remember him saying he was in Texas.

 

What really got me about Hank and Lisa was that Lisa’s pics on the site were real. They showed her in cute poses from her youth and some more current pics completely nude. She looked incredibly hot to me and I couldn’t take my eyes off her nipples in the pics I saw. Hank and Lisa was real people very close to my wife’s and my own age. I liked what I saw. I contacted Hank via e-mail and waited.

 

 

Hank replied to my mail and told me of his situation. I told him of mine. I told him how brave he was to post Lisa’s pics in the group for all the hard cocks on the site. He said he seriously wanted to swing with his wife. I told him we are very much the same. Both wives were shy about extramarital sex but the desire was there for all. Soon, I was trading semi-nude and nude pics I’d taken of Kim years before. It really excited me to make this connection with Hank. I jacked my cock numerous times to Lisa’s pics as Hank and I chatted about fucking each other’s wife. Soon, I got busy with other things especially the pending move and I lost contact with Hank. I figured it was another sexual fantasy to remember, nothing more.

 

 

 

Just before leaving Korea, I was given opportunity to transfer jobs from my old job site to the Dallas Texas area. Since the new job meant a promotion and a better job, Kim and I decided together it would be a good move. The part we hated about moving soon became reality. We had to move to a new house, luckily, we sold our old home in a couple of weeks. The new house was such a chore though because our kids had recently moved out and I had to work off and on with the new job in addition to working around the new house. One thing I really liked about the new home was the pool. I had never had one before and there was the addition of an outdoor Hot Tub neatly concealed away in a gazebo structure in one corner of the yard that was well shielded by a privacy fence, 5 acres of land and the many trees just to the rear of our new home. It felt good to be away from the city lots we had lived in all our lives. I told myself, I’m going to get that pool going and the Hot Tub working tomorrow, but tomorrow was a long way off, too many things to do in the house and with the new job before I could concentrate on the backyard.

 

 

After a week of constant unpacking, moving furniture and hanging pictures, Kim and I both needed a break. I also needed sex. We had not done anything other than a quickie since we had got into the house. Kim is a real slave driver when it comes to organizing things. That Friday, Kim and I said no housework today and ventured out to the Dallas Metro. We went to the Irving area and checked out the Korean restaurants there. It was after lunch but we wanted to eat a good meal. The restaurant we found looked like a diner but were crowded for that time of day. Kim and I sat at a booth and ordered our means. Kim mentioned to me she needed to find some friends. I readily agreed.

 

 

Soon, a couple came into the restaurant and sat at a table directly across from us. They were laughing at each other and actually quite attractive. I glanced over to see the husband was stocky and tall. He lacked the “pot belly” look at most men this age seem to acquire. His wife (or girlfriend) was very petite like Kim and about the same age. Her accent was a little different than Koreans (when they speak English) as she spoke to the waitress but I didn’t know where she was from. The couple seemed to be “new” at reading the menu they holding. The wife kept asking her husband what the items on the list were. The waitress said she would be right back to help and this is when Kim took the opportunity to help.

 

 

 

 

Kim walked over and explained the menu items to the couple. (Kim had been a waitress for many years). The woman giggled a little as she listened to Kim go over the menu, soon Kim was laughing too. That’s when I looked more closely to the woman at the table. She was incredibly cute and she looked somehow very familiar. The more I looked at her, the more I wanted to look. I tried not to stare but kept thinking in my mind that I had seen her somewhere before. I also noticed that the guy sitting with her was looking very unusual. He was staring at Kim as if he was looking at a porn magazine.

 

While my mind was lost in history, I heard Kim tell me to come over. I went over and we all introduced each other. After I introduced Kim, and myself they introduced themselves. His name was Hank and his wife’s name was Lisa. It felt like fire alarms were going off in my head. “This couldn’t fucking be, I thought this can’t be the couple.” I quickly remembered the Internet chats I’d had earlier. I never even saw Hanks image on line, but this had to be Lisa. Even when I saw Hanks startling eyes as we shook hands I was in shock. My cock suddenly hardened and I sat down to hide it. We had been invited to eat with Lisa and Hank and this would prove to be the most interesting lunches we ever had.

 

We all began some small talk and Lisa and Kim seemed to be one of a kind, they both like to joke and talk about Texas and just “getting old.” They both also began taking “pot shots” at both of us. This was good, because Hank and I could finally break from our trains of sexual thought and have a real conversation. Deep in my mind though, I knew that Hank had seen pics of Kim naked just as I had seen pics of Lisa. We were probably both wondering what they looked like beneath their clothes right now. The problem is that I knew and it just made matters more intense.  My cock was a good indicator. It was as rigid as the table-leg I was shaking my leg against. I enjoyed the little glances I was getting from Lisa. She was wearing shorts and a halter-top to combat the humid weather and she looked not a day over 38 years old. Kim was still holding herself together well; she still looked to

 

 

Be a young 40 years of age and her tits were standing firm under her blue Hawaiian Sarong she wore. She kept getting complemented about her dress by Lisa. Lisa even said, “Doesn’t that dress look great on Kim?” I’m sure that Hanks cock was saying “hell yeah.” I pretended to drop my napkin and looked under the table. Hank had a budging hard on. Sitting at this table were two horny men in pursuit of each other’s woman. I didn’t know what to do.

 

During the meal, everyone seemed to hit it off. We all had many things in common and the fact that Hank and Lisa were residents of Dallas, were a definite plus to us. They knew the right places to go and how to enjoy the area. Lisa gave Kim many tips on shopping, activities, and even mentioned a couple of clubs that Hank and she liked to frequent. The only thing I knew during that meal was I was wanted to see Lisa’s tits again but his time in the flesh. From Hanks expression, I knew he had similar thoughts about Kim.

 

 

 

 

We passed phone numbers and mentioned that we were still in the process of a move. Lisa said to put it off a little and Hank and she could help out during the weekend. We looked at each other and agreed. We decided to head home from there and meet Hank and Lisa at a club the following night. After I got a little time at the house, I signed onto my computer and found Hanks old e-mail address, I sent him a quick message and he soon responded. We chatted a few minutes and we both relayed our shock of meeting and seeing each other’s wives as if by destiny. We also both commented on how good Lisa and Kim looked in the flesh. Hank really liked Kim’s shapely legs and wanted to explore her body every inch with his tongue. I told Hank about how I’d love to fuck Lisa in a dozen positions. This conversation was just making each of us hotter. The last thing Hank said before signing off was that Lisa thought I was handsome. A short while later, Kim commented to me that Hank was cute and that he was looking at her strangely during lunch. I said; he must find you attractive. “There’s nothing wrong with that.” Kim agreed with a smile. We went to bed that night but I didn’t sleep. I kept thinking about Lisa’s body and the thought of Hank playing with Kim. Kim was exhausted from working around the house so I didn’t bother her sexually. I felt myself harden over and over again all night. The next morning, Lisa called Kim and things started moving.

 

Hank and Lisa came over for brunch and helped me move a couple of items and sorted some window coverings.  Things were finally coming into place in the house and after we had got the big items settled in the, we turned our attention to the patio and backyard. Hank and Lisa loved our pool since it was a kidney shaped design with a waterfall off of one side. They were also amazed when we showed them the hot tub. It was so hidden inside of the gazebo and had several amenities, a small wet bar, low lighting and most important privacy. It would seat about 4-6 people. The problem was I had little knowledge about having a pool and less about a Hot Tub. Hank and Lisa had a pool also and said they would help us get things up.

 

After a few weeks of phone calls and a couple of visits to each other homes. We all became friends. Lisa and Hank suggested we explore Dallas and Fort Worth together. We visited malls, stylish restaurants and even six flags. Hank helped me get the pool running and the Hot tub in order. They were both very helpful during our transition. The girls talked and visited while I was at work during the week. They seemed to be one in the same and I appreciated that they both spoke English around Hank and myself; that was always the downfall of Kim’s Korean friends in the past; I never knew what they were saying about me. Finally Kim relayed to me that Lisa and Hank wanted to go out on the town. I said “sure.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

That night, we all went to dinner in Dallas and followed onto dancing. We went to a country bar and then onto a hip hop disco so we could relive some old times. I thought Both Lisa and Kim both looked hot in their summer clothes. Kim wore another sarong like she had worn before, although this one was shorter. Lisa had on a black tube knit top and a leather min-skirt. We each danced with our wives and after a few drinks, traded partners. I loved looking Lisa up and down as she wiggled her hips and tits. I noticed that both Kim and Hank were smiling as they danced together too. We even did a slow dance together and I could smell Lisa’s long hair as she tucked her head into my shoulder. I extinctive pushed a little harder against her body than I would normally do with Kim. Lisa didn’t seem to mind. We all were drunk by the end of the evening and ranting about old age and sex and anything we could think of. After sobering up a little at a Denny’s restaurant we separated and went our way home.

 

Once we got home, Kim and I Talked about our evening with Lisa and Hank. I wanted to be sure there wasn’t any jealousy between us. Kim mentioned that Hank and Lisa was an attractive couple. I said they think we are too. She said, “How do you know?” I said, “Hank mentioned it. Kim smiled as she got into bed. “Hank likes you”, I said. Kim replied with “how much” before breaking into a chuckle.  I was still drunk so I said, “he told me you’re sexy.” Kim blushed in the low light and began to caress my nipple. She asked me if Hanks attraction bothered me. I said, “No, it excites me.” She told me that Lisa has a crush on me too.” I couldn’t believe what Kim was telling me. Kim continued to touch my nipples and then I responded by doing the same for her she was only wearing panties now.

 

I asked Kim if she liked Hank looking at her sexually. Kim was already moaning with my soft caresses to her nipples and said. “I don’t know what to say, just keep touching me.” I worked her nipples harder and Kim wrapped her legs around mine and pushed her pussy against my thigh. Soon I felt her wetness as she moaned. I finally asked her bravely, “Are you thinking about Hank?” She moaned out “yes.” “Is it ok?” she asked. I said,” it’s perfectly alright.” She told me to think about Lisa too if I wanted as she got up and peeled off her panties before climbing on top of me. Kim sunk her wet pussy down onto my cock and told me to close my eyes. I imagined fucking Lisa and she imagined Hanks cock. We fucked like that for a long time. Kim’s moans were very sweet that night. I felt like I could cum for several minutes. The second time was even better.

 

 

Another week passed and I got a call from Hank. He told me that Lisa was about to have a very important birthday. I asked how old. He said “50.” I said, “Bullshit, she looks like she is in her early 40’s.” He told me that’s the truth. Still amazed, I told Kim who was sitting next to me. I asked Hank if there were any plans. He said, “No, Lisa didn’t want to let out her age.” Kim got on the phone and told Hank to have a party. After a few minutes of coaxing, Hank agreed, we would set it up as a surprise at our house. Hank readily agreed.

 

 

 

 

 

We made preparations to have the party the night before Lisa’s real birthday. It would be Friday night after Hank finished work. We would first meet Hank and Lisa at the “Flashbacks” club where we usually danced and then make an excuse to go to our house, where we could party. We met as planned; Lisa and Kim looked equally sexy in their short dresses. The thought of lust occurred to me stronger now since Kim had told me of her sexual fantasy of Hank. After a few hot rounds of dancing and some drinking, Kim complained of a bad headache and her stomach was upset. I told Lisa that Kim didn’t usually get sick this fast and wondered if they would follow us home. They agreed.

 

 

Once we got home, Kim disappeared and I invited Hank and Lisa to sit in the living room. Next the pool lights went on and we walked out to the patio to see what was going on. Some 80’s Music also started in the background. Kim was standing next to a patio table wearing her swimsuit. It was a black Lycra suit with a yellow zipper pulled halfway up the front, showing off some of her cleavage. Kim was smiling in front of a huge birthday cake and was getting ready to light the candles. Lisa laughed and remarked, “I thought you were sick.” Kim said, “I’m sick of feeling old, lets party!!!” With that, everyone clapped and yelled and I went to the bar and mixed a couple of drinks. Lisa was surprised but we weren’t finished yet.

 

Kim pulled out a couple of gifts for Lisa. The first one Lisa opened had a very pretty gold ankle chain inside. Kim always wore one and this one looked even better. Lisa immediately tried it on and it did make her look sexier. The second box had a really nice dress inside that Lisa had admired when Kim and she had been in a mall a week before. She really liked it. Behind the dress was a two-piece swimsuit with a card. The card said, “you aint to old unless you let it get cold, shake it baby shake it!” Lisa looked over the swimsuit in awe. It was a French cut black bikini. It was a thong bikini. Lisa blushed over and over again. Kim urged her to try on the dress and the suit and join her in the pool.

 

After Lisa disappeared to change, I went up and got a pair of swim trunks for Hank. He changed also. After Hank, Kim and I began splashing around in our heated pool, Lisa returned in the new dress. It looked really good on her. Lisa smiled, left and returned again in the bikini. She was wearing a towel around her waist and acting shy. I decided to mix her a strong margarita and soon afterward gave everyone a shot of tequila. This helped to loosen up everyone and Lisa was starting to get into the music as well. We all ranted, “Let’s see the suit baby!” after a few more shy moments, Lisa stripped off the towel. We were all amazed that Lisa looked so good. Her stomach was taught and she had a curvaceous body. I went to the mp3 database I had and programmed the “I’m too sexy” Song. I told Lisa to walk the catwalk as a model (I pointed to the diving board). Lisa was a little drunk so she lost her inhibitions. She walked the “plank” and walked back quickly. We said “again.” She did it again like a model this time, slowly strutting down the board and turning with her hands on her hips. We all got a good shot that time of her thong and nice ass. I immediately got hard.

 

 

 

 

I then asked Kim if she could do it better than Lisa. She sucked down another shot of tequila and said “sure!” Kim strutted down the board, trying to out sex Lisa’s prance. Kim’s suit showed a little of her ass cheeks but Lisa’s suit was sexier. Kim took a second walk and shocked all of us, this time she made one full turn and unzipped the suit all the way down. Her tits nearly fell out and Hank let out a yell before making eye contact with Lisa. Lisa just laughed. This was becoming a competition between the girls. After each “catwalk”, Hank or I would give them a shot of tequila.

 

Both girls were a little wobbly now and my dick was getting harder by the minute. Hank seemed to be in awe with Kim and he even yelled to me he wanted to see it all. Lisa and Kim continued to walk back and forth, each girl would pull at her suit in some erotic way, and Kim pulled the material in the back up so the next time she turned we could see most of her ass. This thrilled Hank and got Lisa laughing again. I changed to music to some club dance rave. Soon, the girls took turns dancing on the edge of board erotically and much to our sexual amusement.

 

After a while of this Hank and I yelled “birthday suit.” Hank yelled out, “Lisa, model your birthday suit.” Three of us then yelled out “Birthday suit.” Lisa looked at Hank one last time. Hank responded with a loud clap.” Lisa looked at Kim several times and Kim smiled back.  Lisa asked for another drink. I nervously complied. I spilled more tequila than I delivered. I was too excited. Lisa took the shot and said. “If it’s my birthday then it’s everyone’s birthday, ok?” Lisa was slurring the words.  We didn’t know what she meant but everyone nodded and said “ok.” Lisa looked at Hank one last time. Hank responded with another loud clap.

 

Lisa stood at the beginning of the diving board, teased a bit and peeled off her top. Everyone gawked. Her tits were great! She then worked down the wet bottom. She had a thick bush and we again saw her cute ass. Once she was nude, Lisa ran and jumped off the board. She dove to one side and stayed there. Hank and I whistled and Lisa blushed. Kim was in shock but was just saying “wooooow.” Lisa said who’s next. We all looked at each other, nobody moved. I could see Lisa’s tit’s moving around as she kept afloat towards the side of the pool. The tequila bottle was nearby. Lisa poured a shot and said, “Which one of you guys needs liquid courage?” Lisa motioned the shot glass to me. Kim said, “Go ahead.” I took the shot and met eyes with everyone before pulling myself out of the pool. I was semi-hard but there was nothing I could do about it. Everyone was joking as I walked to the edge of the board. Everyone chanted “birthday suit” again. I looked at everyone, especially Lisa before I made my move. She looked incredibly cute and curious at that moment. Kim was just waving her hand, motioning me on. I stripped my bottoms and my cock sprung to life, still semi hard and very relieved to be outside that suit. I heard a wowwww from everyone. Before I got on the board, Lisa said, “show me

 

 

Your ass!” I couldn’t believe she said that but I did a full body turn before moving down and jumping off the board into a rotary dive.

 

 

 

 

I swam over to where Lisa was. Lisa said, “Let’s see what you got Kim.” We started to rant “Birthday suit” again. Kim didn’t need any more alcohol; she was feeling fine. She had some trouble climbing the ladder but made it up with some help from Hank. He made sure he pushed her by her ass as she struggled up the ladder.

 

One of Kim’s favorite 80’s songs was playing so Kim danced a little on the way to the board. She did a good job and had us all anticipating her strip. Kim teased all of us a little with her full-length zipper. She slid it up and down several times as she danced. Hank yelled, “don’t stop baby.” Finally, near the end of the song, Kim let the zipper go all the way down and turned her back before peeling down the top. She turned again, showing her large tits and erect nipples. She turned once again slowly and peeled the suit down all the way, showing off her pronounced ass. Hank’s eyes were coming out of his head now. He whistled relentlessly. Everyone got a glimpse of Kim’s shaved pussy before she started for the board.  Lisa and I whistled too. Once Kim was nude, she ran down the board and fell of the right edge. Kim lost her bearings after the fall and swam into Hank. He was glad to help her out. His hands didn’t miss her tits as he pulled her to the side of the pool.

 

It was Hanks turn. Hank strolled along the side of the pool with his back partially turned as if he were hiding something. He tried to hesitate once he met the front of the diving board but the chant began again and he began to strip. As he pulled his shorts down, he turned his back again. Both girls yelled for him to turn around. When he did, the girls yelled out NICE!!! Hank had a raging hard on and Kim was shocked at the size! Hank then ran and did his leap in the pool.

 

 

With everyone drunk and naked in the pool we all loosened up a bit. I temporarily strung the volleyball net across the pool and grabbed an inflatable beach ball and we played volleyball between us. First the girls paired up in the middle of the pool area. They were up to their necks in the water. Hank and I were at the shallower end. Whenever one of the girls jumped to hit the ball, Hank and I would marvel at their tits as they sprung from the water. Hank and I could hardly hide ourselves either as we were only waist high in the water so our cocks would flop out whenever we attempted a jump shot.

 

After a while we changed teams and Lisa joined me. Since we were on the shallow side, Lisa’s tits got a lot more exposure than Kim’s (although Hank and I got better close ups of each others wife as we played). After 10 points, we switched again, now with our own wives by our sides and Kim’s Tits out in the open for Hank to gawk at. We finally got tired of the game and rested in the water by the edge of the pool. The pool heater wasn’t working well and the girls started to shiver. I suggested the Hot tub and the girls nodded. I Jumped out of the pool and started the hot tub Jacuzzi jets so the water would circulate. The glow of the soft lights around the tub made it a romantic place for a couple.

 

 

 

Hank came out of the pool and ran to a table and grabbed some wine and the cake from the patio table and cooler. He put everything on ground level table next to the sunken Tub. Hank and I settled into the Tub and waited for the girls. They ran over, screaming “strea-a-a-k.”  Hank and I laughed as we saw the girls run up and come behind each of us at the spa. They didn’t dare jump in as the water, as it was very warm.

 

 

This was great since Hank and I could see our wives fully naked before they inched there way into the tub between us a toe at a time. The Hot tub wasn’t as large as I thought. We were in a circle and I could feel each of the girl’s naked body occasionally touch mine. Hank opened the Wine and I reached for some cake. I poured the wine in four plastic cups and passed them around.  The warm bubbling water and feel of everyone’s nakedness augmented the awakening in my groin. I was getting hard again. By the look on Hanks face, he was doing the same.

 

Since we were all drunk and were getting drunker, we had a very open discussion. It started with revelations of our married life, the happiness we all had experienced through each other and our children and in the fact that our children were now on their own. Our mutual “empty nest” syndromes had turned somewhat into a blessing. It wasn’t long before the conversation turned to sex, obviously.

 

We talked about sex openly and told a little about each of ourselves. Soon we were detailing our sex lives to each other.  Kim mentioned she liked oral sex and Hank said the same. Lisa said she liked to experiment and got everyone’s interest. I said I’d like to try something new too but still loved what I got. (I was referring to Kim). The topic of swinging came up and we each told our own story of wanting to share but…. To keep sex safe, discreet, and most importantly to keep our own relationships very much alive, that was the most important thing.

 

We talked about other topics regarding sex, how far would we go? Bondage, pain, scat. We had all heard about these fetishes and topics via the Internet. Maybe it was the alcohol or just the mood but we all agreed we wanted to try something new. Soon, Hank and Lisa were kissing as Kim and I watched. It was a very romantic setting.  Kim looked frustrated and bottomed her glass of wine, squeezed her tits together and remarked, “Me so horny.” Just like the girl from the movie, “Full metal jacket.” We all laughed. Lisa said “really?” “Me too.” We laughed again. Lisa reached over to the cake besides her and grabbed a handful of white sponge cake topped with frosting.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lisa smeared some frosting on her lips and placed some into her mouth. Hank followed up and slid his tongue around and into Lisa mouth. I sat and stared as my cock swelled. Lisa took some more frosting and smeared it on Kim’s mouth. I was soon finding her tongue as well. The whipped frosting tasted so good in Kim’s mouth. Soon Hank and I got some cake and started helping ourselves. Next Lisa touched my arm and smeared some frosting on my lips. She kissed me lightly and I really loved it. Hank began to caress Kim’s shoulders and they too kissed. It was so hot. Lisa sat higher in the tub and put some frosting on her nipples. I began to suck them one at a time. Lisa moaned and I returned my tongue to her waiting lips. Hank and Kim were caressing each other now and soon Hank was sucking at Kim’s tits too while they both moaned. We switched off from time to time licking each other’s wives lips and tits, getting more into the mood. Everyone was moaning and no one was shy anymore.

 

Kim motioned for Hank to sit up and out of the tub. He did and Kim placed a handful of crème on his cock and stroked his hardness for a few seconds. Hank then lay down and relaxed. Kim just kept murmuring how huge it was. Hanks cock wasn’t longer than mine, maybe about 7 inches but very thick. His balls seemed out of proportion too. The head of his uncut cock was enormous and his body was matted with hair. That was a big turn on for Kim. Kim licked at the crème on Hanks balls and soon had his thick cock stuffed into her mouth.

 

Lisa and I followed suit except I wanted to eat her. I raised her nude body up and she lay back with her feet still in the tub. I began licking at the insides of her calves and worked my tongue back to her toes before moving up to her thighs. As I had my first taste of her pussy, she moaned, then turned her head to watch Kim’s head move up and down her husbands erect shaft. Lisa moaned more as I pierced her pussy with my tongue. It tasted great!

 

While I was busy working Lisa’s pussy with my tongue, Hank applied some more cake topping to Lisa’s tits and said lets finish the birthday cake. Hank started to lick and suck at Lisa’s tits and she moaned louder than before. Kim was still working Hanks shaft in and out of her mouth. I felt Lisa tense up and shake as she began to cum. I sucked at her clit and she exploded. Lisa’s legs were wrapped around my neck and her new ankle chain whipped at my shoulder as her foot wiggled with her orgasm. Lisa moaned very loud before settling down in the after affects of her intense wave.

 

Now it was Hanks turn to blow. Lisa seductively fingered his nipples as Kim used her expert tongue on his balls before beginning the final assault on Hank’s cock. She started to deep throat him. Soon, he grabbed Kim’s tits and began to buck his hips wildly. Kim kept her grip on his huge cock head and muffled a choke as Hank shot load after load into her mouth. She kept it all in as Hanks bucking slowed to a gentle movement. Kim swallowed. I couldn’t believe it!!! She remarked, “Best whip topping I’ve ever tasted.” There was no holding any of us back from that point on. We talked about sex some more and relaxed a few minutes. Two of us still needed a sexual release. After a few more minutes of small talk, Kim jumped out of the pool and yelled “streak” as she took a last jump into the pool before running wet into the house.

 

We all followed her path. As we were all running around naked through the house, we spotted each other and began a game of chase. I was hoping to catch Lisa and finish some business with her. After a few minutes of shrieking and the sounds of bare feet trampling around on the floor, things got quiet. I looked around into each room. The game had turned into “hide and Seek.”

 

I checked all the large rooms but there were no signs of anyone. No one was in the extra bedrooms either. Finally I came upon our master bedroom, first I saw Kim straddling Hanks leg as they kissed in a sitting chair in the corner of the room. I then saw Lisa lying on our king-sized canopy bed with her legs open. She was holding the headboard rails over her head as if she was tied to them. It gave me an idea. I grabbed a drape tie from the wall and bound her hands above her and to the head rail.  I then went found her pussy with my tongue. She was already wet. I moved up and sucked at her tits, although smaller than Kim’s, they seemed to be perfect. Her nipples were rock hard and pointy. I worked on them as I listened to the mix of moans; some coming from the chair and others from Lisa’s own lips.

I looked over to see Kim facing Hank and sitting directly on his lap. She was on his cock, rubbing his shaft along her slit. Hank alternated between Kim’s nipples and mouth with his tongue. After I heard a loud gasp, I turned again to see Kim mounting Hanks cock for the first time. She slowly slid up and down his shaft. I moved up to Lisa’s chest, burying my cock between her delicious tits. I squeezed her tits together with my hands as I pumped my cock between them.

 

Lisa moaned for me to “hurt her tits… do anything.” I responded with hard pinches to her long nipples as I continued stoking her tits. I felt like the pictures I’d seen of her earlier did her no justice. Her entire body was beautiful. I moved up again and pushed my stiff cock against Lisa’s lips. He looked at me lustfully before opening her mouth and inviting my cock in. I was soon pushing my shaft deep in her mouth. I moaned with the sweeping of Lisa’s tongue across the under fold of my cock.

 

Lisa stopped sucking temporarily after she tasted my precum. She said; “I wanted to do this since I met you.” “I said me too.” Lisa said; Bite my tits… hard!” I moved down and nibbled on each nipple. Lisa said “harder.” I bit into her right side and she moaned. Lisa apparently liked pain and pleasure. She moaned again as I attacker her left side. “Now give me a good fucking, please!!!!” I was more than ready for that. I plunged my cock into her thick bush hard and she moaned again. Her pussy was so wet and hot! She was controlling her pussy muscles to tighten and relax as I pumped. I bit her nipples again and then sucked at her tongue. She sucked at my tongue hard as I fucked her harder than I ever had fucked Kim.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I then heard Kim moan out. Kim was turned facing us in Hanks lap. She was pumping him up and down as Hank worked her tits hard, the way I was working Lisa’s. Kim moaned and moaned, then let out a muffled scream. I never heard her do that. Hank was pinching her nipples so hard, I didn’t know if he was hurting her. She came and came. I paused to watch Kim slow her movements in her final throes of her orgasm. Lisa said “fuck the shit out of me now.” I complied, I bucked my cock into her and she moaned and moaned. I felt Kim and Hank move onto the edge of bed, they wanted to watch us.

 

Lisa’s face soon went into contortions as everyone could tell she was Cumming. She yelled out in a high pitch as she smashed her pelvic bone against mine. I came almost at the same time. I was fucking her so hard, I felt like I was bruising us both. I came and moaned hard. After what seemed like several minutes, I collapsed on Lisa and kissed her.

 

After we cleaned up, we all settled on the bed together, naked and exhausted from the sex and alcohol. I fell asleep last but was the first to awake in the early hours. I heard moaning. I also felt someone touching my nipples. As I slowly came to life, I felt my cock respond to the nipple teasing. Kim was working my nipples; Lisa also began touching my balls. I just thought “holy shit, two on one.”

 

Hank was still asleep. After my cock was aroused, I was directed to lie flat between both the girls. Lisa pulled the cord from the head of the bed and tied my hands to the top railing as I had done her earlier. I was French kissed by both girls and then licked in different sections of my body with each girl taking a different area to explore. I felt someone take one of my balls gently into her mouth as the other sucked at my nipples and licked around my chest. I was in heaven. Soon, Lisa stroked her pussy over my arms and chest too. I felt her wet excitement. Both girls were breathing hard. I felt Lisa lick at my ear, which I really love. Kim took my cock in her mouth and began to work it into shape. I noticed Hank was stirring and finally looking over at us. He was smiling like a kid with a new toy.

 

It felt so good to have both girls working me over that I couldn’t keep my eyes opened. Soon, Lisa faced my feet and lowered her pussy lightly to my tongue; I had to reach out to touch her labia. She wiggled her pussy back and forth and occasionally up and down, She moaned whenever I flick my tongue at her clit. I then felt Kim squeeze and guide herself onto my cock. It was so sweet. The feeling of eating pussy as I was fucking another was exhilarating. I noticed the girls were sitting close together and exploring each other as well. They embraced and kissed. I felt this was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life. Just as I was getting into the scene, I felt the girls shift and they then switched places.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At first I thought, “I can’t eat Kim’s pussy, she had just fucked Hank earlier.” I then just let the flow go, everything felt so good. Kim teased me with her cunt the same way Lisa did. Lisa was licking my shaft. She seemed to be sampling the pussy juice left behind from Kim. Lisa commented that my cock was “so sticky and so good.” Soon she was switching over to her pussy and bottoming out on my shaft. Kim was slowly lowering her pussy onto my waiting tongue. I tasted Hanks cum and shuddered with the thought, then got into it with the encouragement of Kim’s moans. Both girls were moaning now and Hank was behind Lisa. He stroked her body and helped her to move up and down my cock. I still had my eyes closed but then felt Lisa lay forward. Hank was working his cock into her from behind, into her ass! He pushed into her and she groaned out “sloooow.”

 

Soon, both of us were in her and I could feel her pussy tighten against his cock. I felt his shaft move against mine. I tried to think of other things as I wanted to make this event last forever. I heard Kim moaning above me too as I continued to lick at her cum-splattered pussy.

 

Lisa was moaning louder now as Hank and I both bucked at her holes. I couldn’t stand it any longer; the friction was too much. I came. It felt like dynamite had gone off in my balls as I shot into Lisa’s sweet cunt. Instead of anyone else Cumming, everyone rolled off. I was puzzled and felt badly about Cumming prematurely. It wasn’t a problem; they just had other plans. Lisa said, “Kim’s turn.” Kim smiled, as she wanted to play.

 

I moved over and Kim was now centered on the bed. More drape ties were brought over and Hank and Lisa began tying Kim spread eagled to the bed. Lisa asked her, “Do you want to do this?” Kim moaned, “yes, anything.” Kim pointed her own foot and voluntarily placed it into the waiting loop bind that Lisa was holding at the foot of the bed. The drapery cords were then pulled tight around Kim ankles. Her ankle bracelet rested on top of one knot. Kim’s breathing became harder as she anticipated the next move.

 

No one wasted any time. Hank moved up and stuffed his cock into Kim’s mouth. It had just been inside of Lisa’s ass. Kim at first refused it but soon didn’t seem to mind. Lisa caressed Kim’s legs, running her hands up and down her body. Hank pumped his semi-rigid cock in and out of Kim’s mouth. After I recovered from my orgasm, I began to touch Lisa too. Lisa directed my hands to Kim’s tits. She said “play with them hard.” I squeezed at her tits hard, causing Kim to gasp.

 

Hank moved away from Kim a moment as Lisa climbed on top of her. She kissed Kim deeply and Kim responded accordingly. Lisa moved down and sucked at Kim’s tits. Kim moaned again. Lisa moved away and pushed a pillow under Kim’s ass. Lisa got into a doggy position and lowered her pussy onto Kim’s mouth, Kim licked at her hole. Lisa licked and sucked at Kim pussy too. Both girls began to moan.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hank came around and entered Lisa’s pussy from behind. Lisa moaned some more. Kim’s tongue flicked at both Hanks cock and Lisa’s pussy. Lisa then pulled Hank and I on opposite sides of Kim’s face and then pulled our cocks close to Kim’s mouth. “Suck then both” she told Kim. Kim alternated sucking our cocks as she strained to meet our alternate thrusts from both sides. Lisa was working her tongue over Kim’s cunt again. Kim was excited beyond belief; she sucked hard at each of our cocks, taking each cock a few thrusts at a time.

 

Lisa asked if Kim wanted more. “Kim again moaned “yessssss, more.” Lisa cleared Hank and I away and we each began at the toes of each leg with our tongues. I sucked at Kim’s right toes and watched Lisa face us and lower her ass to Kim’s tongue. “Lick it all baby.” Kim lightly touched her tongue to Lisa’s ass and pussy. “That’s right, harder. Yes”

 

After a few minutes of Kim’s licking and sucking at Lisa’s ass and pussy, Lisa moved away and said Kim, have you ever had a fantasy of being raped? Kim just nodded her head. Lisa said want to try it now? Kim said “anything”; she was super horny. All our sexual lives, Kim and I never tried forced or rough sex; I really never knew that she wanted to try it. Obviously, Lisa and Hank had much experience in the matter.

 Lisa moved off of Kim and said “Hank do her hard,” Hank moved up and onto Kim crushing her with his full weight. He sucked at her tongue hard and then began to bite her tongue as well. Kim groaned.

 

Hank moved down and bit into Kim’s right nipple, Lisa did the same to Kim’s other nipple. Lisa looked at me and could tell I was excited by all this; I was stroking my own cock. Hank slapped Kim’s tit a few times and Kim shrieked with pain and pleasure. Small welts formed on her tit and then Hank did the other one. I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of slaps, groans and moans. They were all parts of all of our pleasure I found the whole scene as exhilarating.

 

 Hank then pushed his cock hard into Kim’s cunt. He didn’t wait till she was ready; he just started thrusting. I said, “Fuck her harder Hank.” Hank did. He was slapping his balls against Kim’s cunt as he came down harder and harder. It looked like his entire body was falling on her, crashing into her rather than fucking her. I could see his stiff, wet cock sink in and out of Kim’s delicate but wanting cunt. Hank moaned some then Lisa said, “Bill fuck her some too.” I watched Hank move off of Kim and I began fucking Kim immediately. Kim responded with more moans. Hank and I swapped a few times, Kim was enjoying it immensely, I could tell as she was matching Hanks thrusts with her own. Sometimes, Hank would stop thrusting while he elevated his body slightly above Kim. Kim would desperately push her hips upward, trying to get the full length of his cock.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Finally, after the third assault on Kim, Hank could not hold back any longer. He started to twist his hips and really thrust into her. Lisa was now pushing her nipple into Kim’s mouth to suck. I was behind Lisa and fucking her doggy style. Everyone was moaning. Hank grabbed Kim’s ass and really fucked her hard. He gritted his teeth and said, “ooooh, keep squeezing those pussy muscles baby.” He then made a continuous moan and we knew he was Cumming. Kim had still not reached her climax although she sounded close.

 

Once Hank crawled off of Kim, Lisa began to moan louder. I held her hair tight as she pushed against my cock in rapid strokes. Lisa came while Kim was still sucking and biting her nipples. It was so hot. I needed to cum too.

 

I moved from Lisa and released Kim’s legs from the binds. I got over her and pulled her legs up over my shoulder. I saw Hanks cum dribbling from her swollen bald cunt and just realized what a true fantasy come through all this was to me at that moment. I pushed my cock into her cum-wet pussy and began to ride her sweat-drenched body for a final ride.

 

Hank watched from the chair, he was totally spent. I knew that Kim was sore now but she still needed to cum again. I slapped her ass a few times and told her to tighten her pussy. She responded with moans. I felt the friction of her cunt increase with my strokes. Lisa moved closer and began working Kim’s tits with her hands.

 

I continued to slap Kim’s ass and ordering her to move her ass back and forth. I told her to beg to cum. Kim said “please fuck me, make me cum, please.” I knew that Kim really wanted to cum so bad, she had been holding back. Hank moved to the bed and reached under Kim. I had her ankles way back near her head as I thrust into her sweet creamy pussy.

 

Lisa and Hank looked at each other and then Lisa positioned her fingernails into Kim’s long nipples. She didn’t apply pressure yet; she just cupped Kim’s breasts and waited for something to happen. Hank reached under Kim and forced his thumb into Kim’s ass. She yelled out in pain. He thrust at her again and again as I continued to fuck her.

 

Kim’s breathing was getting louder and combined with her moans. Lisa could sense Kim’s orgasm and dug her nails into Kim’s nipples harshly. Hank said, “tell us what you said in the hot tub Kim.” Kim winced again with the combined pain of the nipple pinching and anal thrusts. “What, ooohh, what did I say.” “The Horny line, you know.” “Say it as you cum.” Kim moaned out a few more times and then Hank forced two fingers in her ass. She yelled out loudly, “Mee Me so Oooooh Hooooorny.” I’m fucking cummmmmming, oooooohh!!!!!!” Kim came the hardest she ever did in her life. She pushed against Hanks fingers and my cock hard and fast. She screamed as her body twitched from her head to her toes. She came for several seconds, it seemed like minutes.

 

Finally, we all collapsed, spent from all the sex and after effects of the alcohol. Everyone was sore and beat. We all rested and showered. After a late morning Breakfast Hank and Lisa left for the day. Kim could barely walk, her pussy and was so bruised. Lisa just said that it was her sorest but best birthday ever. She then asked each of us, when our birthdays were. I knew what was coming; hopefully it wouldn’t wait for our real birthday.

 

 

Mia Suocera - My Mother-in-Law Ch. 01

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Mia Suocera - My Mother-in-Law Ch. 01
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L'influenza mi aveva bloccato a letto per diversi giorni, e così su consiglio del dottore decisi di stare a casa a riposare.

Mia moglie Anna rincuorandomi disse "Non ti preoccupare vado io in negozio, e poi per qualsiasi cosa che tu avessi bisogno c'è sempre mia madre".

La nostra casa è una villetta bifamiliare composta da due appartamenti adiacenti, uno è il nostro e l'altro di mia suocera.

Mia suocera era d

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ivorziata da diversi anni e nonostante i suoi 57 anni è una donna ancora attraente e sexy, e nei miei confronti lei ha sempre avuto un occhio di riguardo, premurosa e disponibile.

In questi giorni di malattia, tutte le mattine prima che io mi svegliassi, veniva a casa nostra e mi preparava la colazione.

Quella mattina in preda ad un sogno erotico mi svegliai con il cazzo completamente duro e, convinto che mia suocera se ne fosse già andata, cominciai a masturbarmi.

Era passato un po' di tempo dalla mia ultima sega e quindi decisi di prendermela con calma e di godermi quei momenti di felicità. Lentamente la mano scorreva su e giù sul mio cazzo, stringeva la cappella e poi scivolava giù fino in fondo.

Improvvisamente in un momento di lucidità aprii gli occhi e vidi mia suocera sulla porta della camera che mi stava osservando.

Preso dal panico e dalla vergogna tirai subito su il lenzuolo coprendomi. Dentro di me pensavo alla figuraccia che avevo fatto, e poi pensai immediatamente che la sera stessa lo avrebbe anche raccontato ad Anna.

Sandra, così si chiama mia suocera, per nulla scandalizzata si avvicinò al letto e con fare dolce mi sussurrò - "Sei ancora debole per queste cose, lascia fare a me" - allungò la sua mano sotto il lenzuolo e cominciò ad accarezzarlo.

Rimasi senza parole: guardavo mia suocera negli occhi, mentre sentivo la sua mano scivolare su e giù sul mio cazzo.

Stringeva forte la cappella e poi giù di colpo facendomi sobbalzare nel letto.

Disse di spostarmi un po' in la, e così lei si sedette sul letto in modo tale che io potessi sbirciare tra le sue gambe.

Infatti intravedevo tra le sue cosce uno slip nero ricamato.

Sollevò il lenzuolo, s'inclinò in avanti e cominciò a leccarmi e a succhiarmi la cappella. Mi leccava dappertutto, e spalancando la sua bocca ingoiò il mio cazzo fino in fondo.

Sentivo la sua lingua muoversi intorno al mio cazzo, per poi passare a succhiarmi le palle facendomi gemere dal piacere: era il pompino più godurioso della mia via.

Alzò lo sguardo verso di me e disse - "Ti piace come ti succhio il cazzo?" - e io tra un mugolio e l'altro le dissi si, e lei aggiunse -"....il bello devo ancora arrivare!".

Non capii subito a cosa alludesse, ma dopo alcuni secondi compresi tutto: si mise il dito medio in bocca insalivandolo tutto e poi con dolcezza andò a cercare il mio ano, fece colare un po' di saliva tra le mie natiche e mi penetrò con il suo dito.

Lanciai un grido, non comprendendo subito se faceva male o mi procurava piacere.

Sandra non curante del mio urlo continuò a spomparmi con più forza e, quando lei mi penetrò con due dita, io non resistetti più e le sborrai completamente in bocca.

Lei continuava a succhiare tutta la mia sborra calda fino al punto di avere la bocca talmente piena che le colava lo sperma dai lati della labbra.

Godevo come un matto, mia suocera era una grandissima spompinatrice.

Poi lei si alzò e venne vicino alla mia bocca, appoggiò le sue labbra sulle mie e con la sua lingua aprì le mie labbra facendomi colare tutta la sborra nella mia bocca. Fu un bacio appassionato. Le nostre lingue erano tutte imbrattate di sborra calda.

Era la prima volta che assaggiavo la mia sborra. Non era disgustosa come immaginavo, era dolciastra, calda e un po' densa.

Sandra poi si alzò e uscendo disse - "Ci vediamo per pranzo, a dopo!".

Ero completamente ubriaco per quello che mia suocera mi aveva fatto, e si che la consideravo un po' troia, ma non mi sarei mai aspettato un pompino da lei. E che pompino!!!!!!.

Per tutta la mattina non facevo altro che pensare a lei e alle sue labbra, e il solo pensiero mi faceva ritornare duro il mio cazzo.

Era circa mezzogiorno quando suonò il campanello della porta. Andai ad aprire e vidi Sandra vestita con un completo grigio, gonna aderente che le arrivava fino al ginocchio e una camicetta leggermente sbottonata che stringeva le sue tette, un paio di collant nere e un paio di tacchi a spillo. Era veramente sexy.

"Allora non mi fai entrare?" - sussurrò Sandra.

Ed io balbettando qualcosa e, staccando gli occhi dalle sue tette, le dissi - "Certamente, avanti entra pure." - e nel contempo cercavo di capire se quello che era successo la mattina fosse stato un episodio occasionale oppure no.

Mentre entrava in casa la osservavo da dietro, il suo culo maestoso ondeggiava da una parte all'altra e lei sapeva benissimo che lo stavo guardando libidinosamente.

Sandra si girò improvvisamente e disse - "Se vuoi sfondare il mio culetto, caro, dovrai sottostare alle mie richieste".

Per un attimo il mio viso diventò subito tutto rosso dalla vergogna, mi colse totalmente impreparato proprio come un giovane verginello.

Sandra mi stupiva sempre più.

Riprendendomi immediatamente dallo stupore risposi - "Guarda che per quel tuo bel culo, io farei qualsiasi cosa."

"Attento a fare promesse mio caro Luca....." - "...poi le devi anche mantenere.......".

Si avvicinò a me, mise la sua mano tra le mie cosce e iniziò a palpare il mio cazzo che stava già dando segni di impazienza.

"Allora sbrigati, ti aspetto a casa mia fra cinque minuti, e fai presto"- e uscì senza aggiungere altro.

Indossai frettolosamente una maglietta e un paio di pantaloncini e andai subito da lei.

La sua porta di casa era "stranamente" accostata, entrai chiamandola e Sandra rispose che era in camera e di raggiungerla.

Appena spalancai la porta della camera vidi Sandra al centro della stanza, indossava un completino nero di pizzo ricamato con reggicalze e calze nere.

Non indossava gli slip, e così potevo già ammirare la sua bella figa completamente rasata: il mio unico desiderio era quello di scoparla e di incularla.

Mi spogliò velocemente e disse - "Sdraiati sul letto a pancia in giù" - ed io obbedii immediatamente.

Cominciò a leccarmi i piedi, poi lentamente iniziò a salire verso l'alto facendomi allargare le gambe.

Si sdraiò tra le mie gambe, afferra il mio cazzo e lo bacia profondamente.

Poi con le mani mi spalancò le natiche, con la lingua iniziò a giocare con il mio ano leccandolo dolcemente e sfiorandolo tutto intorno mentre le sue mani mi massaggiava le palle. Ad un certo punto sentii la sua lingua tutta dentro il mio ano, stavo impazzendo dal piacere. Di sicuro Sandra sapeva benissimo come far impazzire un uomo.

Io inarcavo il mio culo verso di lei offrendomi alle sue particolari attenzioni.

Poi con voce vellutata disse – "Ho delle sorprese per te, però devi fare ciò che ti dico così sarà più bello ed eccitante".

Prese da un cassetto un foulard di seta nera, due lacci lunghi e disse - "Mettiti in ginocchio sul pavimento qui davanti al letto....., appoggiati sopra e distendi le braccia in avanti."

Ero talmente eccitato e confuso che obbedii immediatamente.

Per prima cosa mi bendò gli occhi, poi mi prese un polso alla volta fissandogli saldamente il laccio tutto intorno e legò i lacci alla testiera del letto, uno da una parte e l'altro dall'altra.

Confesso che in quella posizione mi sentivo un po' ridicolo ed imbarazzato, ma rimasi lì fermo e in attesa come mi aveva ordinato: intanto nella mia mente scorrevano velocemente i pensieri e i desideri più perversi.

Finalmente lei si avvicinò e cominciò ad accarezzarmi dolcemente tra le natiche, faceva scorrere le dita su e giù soffermandosi sul mio ano.

Improvvisamente sentii un liquido fresco colare tra le natiche, mentre le sue dita iniziavano a spalmare quel liquido sul mio ano massaggiandolo freneticamente.

"Luca devi rilassarti, lasciami fare e vedrai come godremo insieme" – e mentre io la imploravo di scoparmi lei mi penetrò brutalmente l'ano con due dita.

Lanciai un gridolino di dolore, ma lei continuò a penetrarmi. Cercavo di dimenarmi ma lei mi ordinò di stare fermo.

Si allontanò ancora una volta per qualche minuto, la sentivo indaffarata a fare qualcosa: ma cosa???????

Ritornò di nuovo vicino a me, s'inginocchiò e aggiunse dell'altro liquido fresco sul mio ano.

Sandra non diceva assolutamente nulla, ed io ascoltavo il suo respiro diventare sempre più eccitato.

Con le sue mani mi allargò decisione le natiche e solo in quel preciso momento capii che cosa voleva fare.

Sentii all'improvviso una strana e grossa pressione sul mio ano, qualcosa di grosso e duro cercava di entrare nel mio culo vergine.

Cercavo di resistere a quell'intrusione stringendo le natiche e le dissi un po' terrorizzato -"Sandra cosa vuoi fare?

A quel punto Sandra mi tolse la benda e m'invitò a guardarla

"Ohhhhhhhhhh mio Dioooooooooo. " esclamai ancora più terrorizzato.

Sandra indossava uno strapon con un cazzo nero, e solo quando si avvicinò alla mia faccia compresi quanto fosse grosso e lungo.

Ripresomi dallo sbigottimento lo osservai con più attenzione mentre Sandra lo sventolava davanti ai miei occhi: quel grosso cazzo nero era lungo almeno 10" e largo 4 - 5". La sua mano non riusciva nemmeno ad avvolgerlo tutto da quanto era grosso.

"Ascoltami Sandra cosa vuoi fare?" – le dissi di nuovo - "..... non vorrai mica farlo? Senti dimentichiamo tutto, e facciamo finta che non sia successo niente. Cosa ne pensi?"

Lei con un sguardo ammiccante aggiunse: "E' troppo tardi ormai, mio caro Luca. Questo è il prezzo che devi pagare per quello che ti ho fatto stamattina, e poi non ti preoccupare vedrai che piacerà anche a te".

"Noooooooooo, ti prego farò tutto quello che vorrai, ma non mi fare questoooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!"

Non immaginavo che sarebbe finita così, ma ormai legato come un salame non potevo fare altro. E forse nel mio più profondo inconscio speravo in qualcosa del genere. Maaaaaa......

"Ora rilassati e lasciami fare, ti farò godere come non mai, come una vera troia" – e così iniziò a spingere la grossa cappella contro il mio ano, dando dei piccoli colpetti lenti seguiti poi da una spinta più forte.

La mia resistenza era completamente inutile. Sandra spingeva sempe più forte il suo grosso cazzo, e il mio ano lentamente cominciava a dilatarsi tra un crampo di dolore e l'altro.

"E' troppo grosso non entrerà maiiiiiiiiiiii. Mi stai facendo male, mi stai spaccando il culooooooooo!!!1 Dio che maleeeee."

Il mio ano cedeva sempre di più, lasciando il posto ad un doloro sempre bruciante.

Ogni tanto Sandra lo tirava indietro, aspettava che i miei muscoli dell'ano si rilassassero e riprendeva con la penetrazione.

Per un'attimo ho avuto un flash dove immaginavo cosa sarebbe successo se improvvisamente la mia adorata mogliettina, nonchè la sua figlia prediletta, fosse rientrata a casa dal lavoro prima del solito, e ci avessi trovati così con sua madre che mi stava inculando con un grosso cazzo finto. Lasciamo stare meglio non pensarci.

Non feci in tempo a riprendermi dal quel pensiero che immediatamente lanciai un grido: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhh......cazzzzzzzooooooo..... è dentroooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!.

Sandra diede una spinta più forte e decisa dell'altre che mi penetrò con tutta la sua cappella.

"Cazzooooo come bruciaaaaaa, non riesco più a muovermiiii!!!!!

"Siiiiiiiiiiii così, ora si che te lo sbatto tutto dentro. Sei la mia puttana e ti scopo fino in fondooooooooooooooo, così finalmente ti rompo il culo" - disse Sandra.

E senza altri indugi affondò tutto il suo cazzo dentro di me.

Solo in quel momento compresi quanto fosse veramente lungo e grosso il suo cazzo.

Il dolore lentamente stava passando e devo dire che cominciavo a provare uno strano ed insolito piacere.

Finalmente Sandra lo spinse tutto dentro fino in fondo, così le sue palle sbattevano contro le mie. Praticamente ero impalato fino allo stomaco e Sandra per rendere ancora più eccitante la penetrazione urlando mi pizzicava e schiaffeggiava le natiche.

Il mio ano era talmente spalancato e dilatato che non riuscivo nemmeno più a contrarre i muscoli.

"Allora ti piace o no.... - gridava Sandra - ....ti piace essere inculato da tua suocera???????"

Sandra ormai aveva perso tutti i suoi freni inibitori e continuava a dirmi frasi oscene. Stentavo quasi a riconoscerla.

"Sei un vero maiale, Luca....., lo sapevo che ti sarebbe piaciuto. Porcooooo. Godi, prendilo tutto dentroooooooo" - e così dicendo continuò a sbatterlo dentro e fuori sempre più forte e veloce.

Poi si alza da terra e mi penetra nuovamente, appoggiandosi sulla mia schiena.

"Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Sandra continua così, non ti fermare ti pregoooooooooo. Fammi godere e sarò il tuo schiavoooooooooooo!!!!!!"

"Uhhhhhmmmmmmmm, ohhhhhhhhhhh, si chiedimi tutto quello che vuoi" - continuavo a ripeterle.

I suoi colpi diventavano sempre più frequenti, proprio come il suo respiro.

Ad un certo punto sentii un brivido intenso attraversare il mio ano e raggiungere il mio cazzo e improvvisamente iniziai a sborrare contro il letto.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, vengoooooooooooooo, sborroooooooooooo. Non ti fermare continua a spaccarmi il culooooooo ti prego!!!".

Mentre il mio cazzo rimbalzava da una parte all'altra sotto i colpi di Sandra, gli schizzi di sborra finivano anche sulla mia pancia e tra le mie cosce.

Anche Sandra sta godendo, i suoi respiri erano sempre più rapidi - "Lucaaaaaaaaaaaa sto godendo anch'iooooooo, si dai vieni che godiamo insiemeeeeee!!!!!!".

Dopo alcuni istanti di assoluto silenzio, Sandra lentamente diminuisce la sua forsennata inculata fino a lasciarmi esausto sul letto.

A quel punto mi scioglie i polsi e si siede al mio fianco.

Sono tutto indolenzito, mi fanno male le ginocchia, la schiena, le braccia e soprattutto il mio culetto che lentamente comincia a riprendere la sua forma iniziale.

Sandra mi guarda dolcemente: con una mano inizia ad accarezzare il mio cazzo pulendolo dalla sborra, e con l'altra mi pulisce tutta la pancia. Poi senza indugi si lecca le dita succhiando ed ingoiando tutta la mia sborra.

"Visto che come inizio non c'è male, Luca. Vero? - mi dice sorridendo - Pensa che abbiamo ancora tutto il pomeriggio davanti a noi per divertirci".

"Sandra sei stata fantastica, non avrei mai immaginato di fare tutto questo con te".

"Aspetta a dire questo, ho in serbo altre sorprese per te, vedrai che belle....." - poi si alza e lentamente si sfila lo strapon.

Ancora una volta mia suocera riesce a sorprendermi: dentro la mutandina dello strapon c'erano due cazzi, uno le penetrava la figa rasata e l'altro il suo bel culetto. Che gran mignotta mia suocera!!!

The Party: Formal Ending

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We’re standing in the living room area, holding glasses of wine and making light conversation with the people around us.

I’ve dressed as you desired tonight: a black, low cut, thigh high and form fitting silk dress. You want the others to admire me as you hook your arm around my waist.

Discreetly, you pull up the back of my dress to see if all the other men staring at me is making me wet. The you stop.

“Young lady, where are your panties?!” you hiss at me angrily. “I bought those especially for tonight.”

“I, um, I forgot to put them on, Sir”, I answer quietly.

“Nice try… I’m not buying that one! I laid your outfit

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for tonight FOR you! I KNOW the panties were there!” You roughly grab my hand and we weave through the people to find the Host.

Standing before him, you say to me, “Now, tell him what a naughty girl you’ve been, Krissy. I don’t think that he will appreciate your unladylike behaviour!”

I gulp because you’ve spoken rather loudly and people around us are starting to stare. “I’m sorry, Sir. I had the indecency to come to your party without any panties on under my dress. It would have been very rude of me if someone had gotten a peek at my private parts.”

The Host looks at you and then says, “Very well. I cannot allow such a dirty girl to remain unpunished while under my roof! Please take her to the back room and deal with her insolence.”

You nod in agreement and then smack my ass through my dress right there. By now, everyone seems to be watching and the heat is rising in my face, as well as my ass. “Get a move on, Missy. You’re lucky that he didn’t ask us to leave! Now march!”

Giving me a slight push, I begin the way towards the hallway a few feet away. All eyes are on me and I wish the ground would just swallow me up! I don’t know what’s worse: Everyone at the party knowing I’m going to get a spanking, or staying at the party after I’ve had the punishment!

Once in the back room, I expect you to close the door to give us privacy, but instead you leave it wide open.

“You wanted everyone to have a chance to look at your little cunt, Little One. So I’m going to let everyone hear you getting your spanking instead.”

Inside the room is a love seat and a table tennis table set up. I stand there, nervously twisting the hem of my dress, waiting for your instructions as your eyes scan the room.

“I want you on the couch on your knees, your elbows resting on the back.” You’ve finally decided what I deserve and I get into position.
Tell me you’re sorry that you’ve such a little slut.”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Sir! I’ll never do it again!” I whimper as I hear you undoing your belt. I gulp. I NEVER take the strap well…

“No…. No, baby girl. You WON’T ever do this again. But I need to be sure that you’ve learned your lesson,” you tell me as you stand near me, sitting on the arm of the couch.

I brace myself for the sting of the leather, but all I feel is your hand on my bare ass. I almost sigh in relief as 10 quick slaps are delivered to my cheeks. Then you stop.

*CRACK*

I cry out as the belt lashes across my warm butt. I should have known better than to think it would be that easy!

“Yes, little girl. Cry out so that everyone in the other room can hear a naughty girl getting what’s due! I’m sure they’re enjoying it, whispering amongst themselves what a dirty girl you are…”

After another 9 lashes with the belt, you stop once more.

‘Maybe it’s over,’ I foolishly think to myself. But I’ve been in this position too many times to believe that.

I feel you smacking my legs just below my ass with your hand, below where the hem of my dress will fall. ‘Oh no,’ I think to myself. I know what you’re going to do next…

When the top back of my legs is a nice pink colour, you snap the belt across that tender area as well.

I’m sobbing now, apologizing to you about what a brat I am.

After my legs are same colour as my ass, you stop once more.

“Come with me, young lady,” you say as you pull me by the arm off the couch and back to where the party is.

Everyone is looking at my tear-streaked face and my crimson ass and legs. You see the Host and drag me over there.

“Bend over, young lady,” you instruct, twirling me around so that my butt is facing the Host. You pull up my dress until it’s about mid-back and say, “Do you think she has learned her lesson yet?”

“Hhmm…..”

I’m trying to cover my pussy, but you smack my hands away. “This was what you wanted, Missy. Now everyone will get to see you bare!”

“Her bottom looks thoroughly punished to me. However, I think it would be very beneficial to her bratty attitude if she stood in the Corner for the next little while. Then she would have time to think about her sore bottom,” the Host finally says.

“That’s sounds like a fine idea to me! Go put your nose in that Corner by the drink table and I DON’T want to see those hands rubbing the sting out. Keep that dress pulled up too.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you for punishing me, Sir,” I say before I head towards the Corner, holding my dress up…

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This is pretty good I am enjoying this little relationship we have going.  With the dog fantasy I do want to be naked and on all fours with just a leash and collar on.  I want to be treated just like a dog and nothing more.  I am not allowed on the furniture unless I have given permission from my master.  When I get thirsty I want to drink from a dog dish.  I love being used.  So my idea behind this was that I came into your place before you got off work and I made myself at home we have yet to play the dog fantasy so you are not expecting anything when you get home.  As I wait for you I am watching porn on the couch completely naked just playing with my pussy wishing I had your cock to play with.  As I am laying there moaning your dog has his head laying on the side of the couch kind of looking at me funny with his ears cocked back.  And I tell him you will be home shortly and pet his head with my hand he sniffs at my fingers and licks them and I pull away thinking I can not allow him to taste my pussy he is after all a dog.  But he still looks at me and seemed to really enjoy the taste of my sweet pussy juices so I play with myself some more and plunge my fingers deeply into myself making me moan.   As I pull out and start to put my hand towards the dog he almost jumps on the couch to get to my fingers.  As he is licking them clean I start to wonder how wonderful his tongue would feel against my pussy.  I wonder if I can get off from your dogs tongue.  I worry a little that you may come home in the middle of it and that would be the end of us.  But I don’t care at the point.

 

 I sit up on the couch and ask him if he likes the taste and he cocks his head and wags his tall I can see that his dick is starting to get hard as well.  So I make him sit because I want to get comfortable on the couch as he sits and waits I have to remind him a couple times to stay I think he actually craves my pussy juices now.  I sit with my ass close to the edge of the couch and legs spread far apart still playing with my pussy as I let him watch me.  I finally slap my pussy and tell him come on boy come get me and he lunges at me and starts to lick me as if my pussy is covered in peanut butter.  I can not believe the feeling of his soft big soaking tongue and it making me hornier then I already was.  I grab his ears and pull him further in telling him he is a really good dog and he really seems to enjoy every last drop of my pussy.  As I am enjoying him going to town on me I start to finger my ass and I come so close to coming a few times and start to wonder if he would fuck me if that was possible to do… 

 

I push him off and tell him to sit again which being a good dog he does as I the master tell him to do.  I can see his red dick is all the way out and it actually is looking pretty damn good.  I role him to his side and start to feel it.  I have never felt a dog’s dick before but it was pretty hard and was turning me on knowing how bad what I was doing was.  I want to see how he reacts to me sucking it but the thought of doing that kind of freaks me out at the same time I so badly want to try it.  I get on the floor rub his tummy a bit and he starts to get up I tell him no to stay and he lays down again.  I rub his dick with my fingers and touch it with just the tip of my tongue.  It taste kind of weird but I still want to see what he will do.  He kind of jumps a little when I slide my tongue against his dick.  I love the reaction kind of like a 13 year old boy getting his first blow job.  As I am licking and sucking his dick I hear the door open.  I most have forgot to lock it behind me.  And you walk in you kind of our in shock to see the sight of your gf sucking your dogs dick.  You ask me what the fuck I am doing and I tell you I was sorry that I just wanted to try and that I was just sitting watching porn and he licked my fingers and trying to explain myself you tell me it is ok you guess and you ask me if I was enjoying it.  I said yes a little that honestly I wanted to see if I could get him to fuck me but you came home.  And you tell me that you want to know if he will to.  The dog now coward in the kitchen from you yelling at me looking at you wondering if you are going to beat him or not.  You call him to us and say were you enjoying my gf while I was gone.  The dogs looks at you wags his tail and you tell me to get in position.  I get in all four and I am dripping wet from the excitement.  I can feel my juices moving down my inner thigh.  You lead the dog behind me and he starts to lick all over my pussy and thigh trying to get ever drop of me.  You try to him to get on me but he is really now understanding what we want.  So we give up on it for a few.  You stand in front of me and tell me that I am in trouble.  And I look at you with this grin and you go to the garage for a minute.  I am not sure if you are actually mad at me or not.  You return a moment later with a leash and collar.  You come over to me and tell me if I want to fuck your dog that I am going to have to be your bitch….  I am so turned on at this point I want to be your bitch I want you to punish me for what I have done.  You put the collar on me loosely and I say no tighter I want it hard to breath.  After you tighten it you ask if it is ok and I say nothing I just wag my ass as if to tell you I am good.  You unzip your pants and take them off then you take you boxers off and you tell me that I need to suck your dick you put it up to my mouth and I turn my head.  You grab my hair with one hand and you open my mouth with the other and shove your cock in my mouth.  You are already hard and you push it all the way back into my throat telling me I have been a bad bitch.  I gag a little and you love to hear that. As you are fucking my mouth I feel the dog start to sniff my pussy and ass and he licks it a couple times and I can feel him trying to climb on me.  I look up at you and you say it looks like he wants to join us now.  You walk around to my ass and help the dog mount me.  You have to guide his dick into my pussy and when it is in I moan just a little.  You come back around  to me so that you can finish fucking my mouth…  I am so enjoying every bit of this.  It feels kind of weird to have a dog fucking me but man is he enjoying it I always wanted to be fucked doggie style and properly.  He is really going to town to and I am sucking your dick.  I look up at you and you are just watching the dog fuck me and enjoying me sucking your dick.  After a few minutes the dog get off me and you ask if he is done.  He most be I wonder if he came in me I could not tell and you wonder to.  You get behind me and push your fingers into me and tell him that he is a good stud.  I know then my pussy is been filled with your dogs cum.  I wonder what is next and I start to feel this tongue against my pussy and at first I think it is the dog but I realize it is you.  Oh my god you are licking dog cum out of my pussy as much as this should sicken me I just turns me on more.  You come back around and start to open my mouth I think that it is time to suck your dick again but not this time you spit the dog cum in my mouth and tell me to swallow it all.  I do as I am told and I do it while I wag my tail.  You then go behind me and pure lube down my ass and shove your dick far and deep into my ass I hear you moaning I know you are not going to last long. The dog sees what you are doing and begins to lick you ass and balls which you love and you start to cum filling my ass completely and while you are cuming I start to as well.  I just can not hold it in anymore I love it.  I am moaning and you are finishing and you pull out. I start to get up and you tell me no go lay down that I have been a bad bitch…  I go lay in the corner and you sit on the couch and start to watch porn… 

 

Hope we get the chance to play someday. ;)

Birthday Bo

Carmenica Diaz on Fetish Stories

BIRTHDAY BOY

Carmenica Diaz

Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear Ross,
Happy birthday to you...
Birthday Boy
!

01 of 12: Just another Saturday night .


Ross hung his head, his heart was pounding and an overwhelming sick feeling threatened to swamp his stomach. Naked, gagged and huddled on the floor in the corner of his own bedroom with his hands handcuffed behind his back, Ross couldn't believe this was happening! He couldn't believe that his wife, Debra was doing this diabolical thing to him!

The lights were on in th

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e bedroom but he kept his head turned away from the floor to ceiling wardrobe mirrors to avoid seeing his pitiful appearance. The image was a reminder of his situation and his mind replayed the evening's events in an effort to stop thinking about the humiliating experience that was still to come.

It was, he had thought, just another Saturday night.

Although the evening had begun like many other Saturday nights with Debra playfully tying a naked Ross onto their bed, it had soon escalated out of control, out of Ross's control anyway.

Normally, once he was willingly tied to the bed, Debra would sit, fully clothed beside him and gently caress his cock into a rigid erection. This was the pattern of many previous Saturday nights after Ross had begged and pleaded with Debra to be a little dominant in an attempt to inject spice into their dull sex life.

It appeared that tying Ross up and teasing him was as dominant as Debra could get or so Ross thought.


At first Debra did it reluctantly.

'He wants me to do some very weird stuff to him,' Debra had told Lara, her best friend.

'What sort of stuff?' Lara had immediately asked, intrigued.

'Tie him up, spank him or tease him, stupid stuff like that.'

'Do you want to?'

Debra had frowned at her friend. 'Get real! What do I get out of it? Nothing! Once he's come he completely loses any interest in sex and I'm left high and dry.'

'Dry?' Lara had grinned, raising an eyebrow and Debra had smiled wryly.

'Well, not completely. I just have to understand what I can get out of this. It's all terribly one way at the moment.'

'Men!' Lara had murmured, rolling her eyes, 'what's wrong with romantic seduction and making love?'

'Exactly,' Debra had agreed, 'but he seems to prefer to be tied on the bed and teased until he begs to come. It's rather pathetic, actually. I much rather have roses and a sexy kiss.'

'You used to be rather good at teasing,' Lara had smiled slyly, 'I remember a certain young man...'

'Oh yes,' Debra had cut her off with a hard smile, 'teasing I can do!'


Debra was ruthless in her teasing and, at first that's all it was and Ross enjoyed the helplessness and the denial so much that it became a regular game.
 
It was just a game , Ross remembered sadly, just a bloody game !

Then, Debra began talking as she stroked him.

It became rather embarrassing as Debra began to question Ross about his secret fantasies and hidden desires. He soon confessed his dark secrets while she teased him relentlessly with her skilful fingers, bringing him to the edge but never letting him come until blushingly and desperately, he revealed, one by one, all his furtive dreams.
 
Debra had discovered that men are rather obsessive about ejaculation and will do anything to deposit their seed. Over the past months, the fantasies had become wilder and wilder as his beautiful wife smiled, nodded and continued teasing, prodding Ross to confess.
 
Ross had admitted to some deeply humiliating fantasies, just to achieve relief, to ejaculate at last and never at any moment dreamed those dark fantasies would return to haunt him.
Debra had approached the game with innocence and Ross, even though he was the one restrained, always believed that, ultimately, he was in control. Now, there was no doubt in Ross's mind that his wife was a cunning woman.


Now, this Saturday night had begun a little differently. As usual and suggested by Ross, she tied him down on the bed in a spreadeagled position but then surprisingly, gagged him with a ball gag. She had never done that before and Ross didn't even know they had a gag!

Ross looked helplessly up at his wife as she buckled the gag tightly around his head, smiling down at him. His cock was already hard, waiting for her to sit down, to begin to tease and he felt a little relieved that she wasn't going to question him.
 
But Debra didn't sit down and begin the Saturday night teasing ritual.

Instead, she smilingly said those words that struck a deep terror into Ross's very heart, words that rocked the very core of his being!

'It's your birthday tomorrow, darling and I have a wonderful birthday gift for you. You recall that fantasy of yours with the chastity belt?'

Ross's eyes widened, he gurgled desperately behind his gag and Debra's smile became a broad grin.

'I'm sure you remember. The fantasy where you're allowed one last orgasm in rather humiliating circumstances and then locked into a chastity belt for twelve months?  You must remember, darling.'

Of course Ross bloody remembered it ! It was the most humiliating and submissive fantasy he had dreamed up and had only confessed after Debra had meticulously brought him to the edge of orgasm over and over again.

'I was a little surprised by the idea of it,' Debra continued, 'a little shocked really, but you have been after me to be a little more broadminded so I just accepted it. It does seem a teeny little bit extreme, though, twelve months without an orgasm, the key locked away and no possibility of release?'

Extreme? Ross valiantly tried to make noises but couldn't and at that point, he really began to worry. Of course it's bloody extreme, it's just a fantasy, it's not real!

 Debra smiled and waited for his desperate movements to subside before continuing. 'At the time you appeared rather keen on it, in fact you came back to that fantasy for several Saturdays so as a good wife I'm going to give you what you've wanted.'

No! Ross screamed into the gag, drool dribbling down his face, no, you're crazy, don't!

'It took me a while to build up the courage to order one of the chastity thingies but I think it'll be a perfect fit.'
 
Again, Ross protested futilely into the gag and Debra gently kissed his forehead. 'No need to thank me, darling, it's my pleasure as I love giving you what you want.' Debra gave him an enigmatic smile before moving to the bathroom.

When she returned, a shocked and still protesting Ross, watched as his wife calmly removed his pubic hair with the electric shaver and then shaved him with a pink razor until he was as clean as the day he was born, his hard cock throbbing in the air.
 
'You were very specific that the last orgasm was to be very humiliating and said that having bald testicles in front of people would be terrible. So, once again, I'm just doing what you want. I don't understand it really, I think your little balls look better without hair, nice and smooth and rather cute.'
 
Raising the electric shaver and clicking it on, Debra smiled coldly. 'This is also an opportunity to remove that ridiculous moustache you insist on trying to grow. Hold still.' Ross screamed a meaningless protest that she ignored. 'The gag pushes your lip up wonderfully so it will be gone in a jiffy.'
 
Gripping his hair firmly with one hand to keep his head still, the shaver whirred and Ross felt his precious moustache vanish. 'Much better,' Debra said with satisfaction, surveying her work. 'With your bald groin and no facial hair, you'll be just like a little boy again. Will that be humiliating enough, darling? I hope so, I can't think of anything else.'

Debra crossed her legs and adjusted her black skirt as she smiled at him and Ross felt that life, as he knew it, was vanishing.

 Something had changed with Debra and he hadn't noticed. His wife, dressed for a simple dinner party in skirt, blouse, hose and high heels, pearls at her throat and matching earrings, was smiling calmly as she continued on her diabolical path.

After cleaning him, carefully avoiding his stiff cock, Debra snapped a cock strap around the base of it and then rolled four condoms down in quick succession.

'I think we should have one last ceremonious fuck before your twelve months,' she smiled. 'Not that it will be my last fuck for a year but this will be the last time I'll have your cock inside me. This is your fantasy not mine so I'll just have to go elsewhere. I'll just have to make do with some young men while you're enjoying your fantasy year.  So this will, of course, be your last fuck for twelve months.'

Suddenly, she blindfolded him and he heard the rustle of clothing. 'I'm not wearing panties, darling, just stay-up nylons under my skirt. I believe that was one of your earlier and tamer fantasies?'
 
In his sudden darkness, Ross felt the bed move and his wife's flesh came in contact with his. She began moving but didn't feel any enjoyable sensation! Debra was riding him, her cunt sliding up and down his deadened cock and he couldn't feel it! His last fuck for a year and he couldn't feel it!

After being pounded into the mattress for what seemed an eternity, Ross heard her groan, then cry out in an orgasmic tone or, so he guessed, and collapsed for a moment, then disengaged with a wet plop!

Debra left him alone for a while and his mind raced, his cock pulsing in its condom layers. She couldn't do it , he reasoned, she's just teasing me, it's a game, and she's playing with my mind!

Ross felt something being buckled around his neck and when the blindfold was removed, saw a wide black leather collar padlocked around his throat and a leash hanging from one of the collar rings. Where did she get this stuff? Who has she been talking to? Again, Ross tried to talk but the gag effectively reduced his pleas to incoherent gurgles.

Rattling the handcuffs against the bed-head to gain her attention, Ross shrieked and unintelligibly begged through the gag and Debra laughed softly. 'Calm down, darling, it will happen so don't fret. I know you're excited, you've wanted this for a long time and I'm pleased to give it to you for your birthday. Of course, I'll have to make some sacrifices but that's what wives do, isn't it darling? It's what I seem to do, anyway,' she muttered.

And then she brightened up, grinning almost as she peeled the condoms from his red and straining cock. 'I hope you can last until your appearance in front of my friends,' Debra said with mock concern as she undid the cock strap. 'It would be terrible if you came here without enjoying your humiliation and my friends are so looking forward to your performance.'
 
Debra smiled brightly at him. 'Now, I have to get your hands cuffed behind your back and I'm sure you're going to co-operate because you do want this fantasy, I can tell by your hard cock. I can tell this is a wish come true for you, isn't it, darling?'

No way , Ross screamed silently, once you undo my hands, I'm stopping this crazy scene! He rattled the handcuffs again and jerked around on the bed, screaming into the gag.

Debra looked at him thoughtfully and, Ross suspected, a little mockingly. ' Hang on a minute; you did say that you wanted to be forced so perhaps I should play along? I'll pretend to force you, all right, darling? That's what you want, isn't it?'

She rummaged in her handbag and produced a small glass vial that was held under Ross's nose. 'Luckily, Lara is a nurse.' Debra cracked the small glass vial and Ross inadvertently took a deep breath, collapsing into unconsciousness.

When Ross groggily awoke, he found, much to his horror that his wrists were handcuffed behind his back and had shackles connected by a chain on his ankles. He was also on the floor and the leash was locked to the bed. She must have rolled me onto the carpet , he thought wildly, his side tingling with carpet burns, she just rolled me off! No, she can't be doing this, the crazy bitch! She can't go through with this , he tried to calm himself, she can't !
 
Ross heard noises downstairs, the doorbell rang a few times and there were voices. Music was filtering up the stairs and he dully recognised the music from Grease , such innocent songs while his wife was about to perform a diabolical thing upon his person!

 He hung his head, his heart was pounding and he felt sick to his stomach. Ross couldn't believe this was happening, that Debra was making a cruel fantasy come true and he turned his sad face away from the mirror where the reflection mockingly showed a cock that continued to stay hard.

It was then he realised, she was really going to do it!


Debra poured champagne for Lara and then raised her own glass in an ironic toast. 'Here's to chastity.'

'Are you really going through with this?'

'Of course,' Debra smiled, 'he wanted it, begged for it and now he's getting what he wished for. It will be a relief that I won't have to play those stupid games with him. I can't remember the last time we kissed or made love properly. I can do without the sex, god knows, it's not all it's cracked up to be.'

'Won't you feel bad about it after a while,' Lara suggested, 'I mean, if I put Reggie into...'

'Reggie hasn't cheated on you,' Debra calmly reminded Lara. 'What would you do if he had?'

'I'd castrate him,' Lara said calmly, 'I am a nurse,' and they both dissolved into giggles. 'Are you really going to keep him in it for twelve months?'

'Absolutely but I may let him out on special occasions and we can watch him have a quick wank. It should be fun.'

Lara shook her head admiringly and sipped the champagne. 'I suppose he deserves it.'

Danni joined them and asked, 'deserves what?'

'Ross deserves what's in store for him,' Lara explained.

'I can't wait,' Danni said cheerily. 'Are we waiting for anyone else or can we get started?'

'Sharon,' Debra said with a knowing smile.

And the other two women grinned. 'Does she know?' Danni asked.

Debra shook her head. 'No, she doesn't and she doesn't know that I know either!'

'She's got a nerve coming here when she had it off with your husband,' Danni said hotly.

'Yes, she should realise that people talk and they were seen. But,' Debra repeated patiently, 'she doesn't know that I know.'

'She's in for a surprise,' Danni giggled.

'Here's to your next twelve months,' Lara said with a cheeky grin, rasing her glass, 'May you find some dishy young men...'

'Sweetie, I've already begun looking.'

The three women giggled just as the doorbell rang, Debra winked and said, 'Showtime,' as Olivia and John sang of Summer Love .


Sharon nervously stood at the door, listening to the music and female laughter and wondered for the umpteenth time why Debra had invited her. She can't know , Sharon reassured herself, she just couldn't .

Once again, she regretted having that stupid one night stand with Ross, a work colleague. It was such a tired cliché ! They had been on a conference, the wine began to flow and before she knew it, Ross was kissing her.

His kisses had felt rather soft and sweet but maybe that was the wine. Anyway, one thing led to another and Sharon regretted it ever since, especially since the sex had been pretty wretched. It was especially pathetic when, the next morning, he had pretended not to remember anything! That , Sharon thought, was incredibly insulting and so typical of a man! To make things worse, Ross had been seen leaving her hotel room and she had been plagued with worry since.

'Sharon,' Debra greeted her, 'how good of you to come.'

'How good of you to invite me.'

They air-kissed and Sharon followed Debra in, smiling nervously and nodding to the other women who were drinking and talking. Taking a champagne glass from Danni, Sharon watched as the other women began arranging chairs in theatre style.

'What's happening?' Sharon asked.

'Just a little performance, why don't you sit with Danni and Lara?'

Ross looked up with sad eyes as Debra entered the bedroom. 'Time to go, Ross.'

He shook his head and tried to talk, drool dripping from around the gag. Please , he wanted to beg, please don't do this to me! Please!

'It must be terribly exciting for you, now that your dreams are becoming reality,' Debra said, unlocking the leash. 'I was a little shocked when you confessed you wanted your last orgasm to be in front of my girlfriends but, it is, after all, your birthday fantasy so I've arranged it for you. It's quite a crowd.'

Ross's face was pale and he shook his head desperately, over and over again.

'Don't think they've all come to see you, though, they've all seen a man wanked before. I suppose, usually, they do the wanking and we all know that it's, frankly, not much. No, they're here for the wine and the chocolate cake. Any excuse for chocolate cake. Come on, darling, time for fun, time to get your birthday gift, birthday boy.'
 
Ross shook his head again and Debra smiled. 'Of course,' she said as if she had suddenly realised, 'you still want to pretend I'm forcing you.  It's part of the fun for you, isn't it? Debra said, jerking hard on the leash but Ross leaned back, refusing to budge, frantically digging his bare feet into the grey carpet.

'So you want me to really force you?' Debra dramatically rolled her eyes. 'You must, I suppose, your cock is still hard.'

Ross looked down and to his horror saw that he was.

'I suppose I have to pretend to be dominant again,' she said with a small sigh. 'Look what Danni got for me,' Debra grinned and showed him a small grey object shaped like a pistol with metal points at the end of the muzzle. 'It gives an electric shock.' Calmly and to Ross's horror she pressed the metal points against his flesh and squeezed the trigger.

Ross yelped into the gag and jerked around hysterically as the painful charge flowed through him. 'Now, if you really want me to make you, I could put it against that hard cock?' Debra asked sweetly, waving the gun and Ross struggled to his feet, shaking his head feverishly.

'Good boy.' Debra smiled and Ross tried one last time to make her understand that he didn't want this humiliation or the chastity belt but the bloody gag blocked the words.
 
'They're waiting,' Debra said cheerfully and Ross cringed at those words but followed her when she jerked the leash. 'Be careful going down the stairs, darling, take baby steps. I'll take this,' she said showing the stun gun, 'in case you want me to pretend to force you again. Am I being dominant enough, darling?'

His face was burning as his wife led him down and the conversation stopped abruptly when she led him in. Ross stared miserably at the floor, standing naked before the grinning women. Sharon was not grinning and sat between Danni and Lara with a horrified expression. Ross's cock had a mind of its own, would not go down and bobbed in front of him under the living room down lights.

Debra was now taller because she was wearing high-heels and he was bare-foot and, of course, stark naked. 'Didn't he have a moustache?' Danni whispered to Lara across Sharon.

'Not any more,' Lara smiled, 'he's lost a bit of hair, hasn't he?' They giggled while Sharon stared open mouthed and horrified at the scene before her.

'Ladies,' Debra said calmly as she stood next to the small card table on which the chastity tube and keys were lying, together with a pink hand towel, 'this is, as many of you would know, my husband Ross.'

Ross's face was now red-hot as giggles rippled through the watching women. 'Turn around, love,' a female voice called, 'show us your bum.' Laughter rippled around the room and Debra suppressed a smile.

'My husband likes to play bondage games, asks me to tie him up and play with him. He likes this very much,' Debra said with a sly smile pointing at Ross's hard cock, 'as you can see.'

The watching women laughed loudly at that and Lara called out, 'it's not very big, is it?'

'No,' Debra sighed mockingly, 'it's not, but size doesn't really matter, does it?'

'Of course it bloody does!' a big woman down the front called out and Sharon wished she could slide down on the seat and hide.

'Tomorrow is Ross's birthday and I'm going to grant him a special birthday gift, I'm going to give him the fantasy he wants. It's a wife's duty after all. Listen,' she said, producing a small recorder and the women leaned forward to hear.

'Are you sure, darling? ' It was Debra's voice, so calm and concerned.

'Yes,' they heard Ross gasp. Of course, they didn't know that Debra had mercilessly teased Ross's cock for half an hour before switching the hidden recorder on.

'You want me to put you in a chastity belt for a year? '

'Yes, yes,' he gasped.

'No orgasms for a year?'

'Yes, none!'

'And you want your last orgasm to be special, perhaps with my friends?'

'Yes, yes, oooh god, ' his voice moaned on the tape and all the women nodded their heads knowingly, guessing he had come.

Debra switched off the tape and smiled at the women while Ross wished the floor would open up and drag him down to hell. Unfortunately, his small cock was still hard and twitching, much to the delight of his audience.

Waving a folder with papers towards the audience, Debra said, 'I have transcripts of most of his fantasies and there is a contract he signed that gives me permission to enforce his fantasies.' She smiled coldly at Ross. He remembered signing that stupid letter! It had been a game, he recalled, a t least, at the time it was ! With a sinking heart, the fact his wife was a solicitor, hit him like a ton of bricks!

'Look up, darling,' Debra said, tilting his chin and Ross unwillingly looked up at the smiling faces in front of him. His eyes bulged when he saw Sharon seated in the second row and his heart sank as he realised that all the women in the town would soon know of his plight.

'Everyone's here to watch your last orgasm and to see the chastity belt go on. Happy birthday,' she said softly, kissing his cheek and slipping her hand around his cock. 'I hope you really enjoy this because it's your last for a year.'

Looking up at the audience as she held the pink handtowel under her husbands cock, Debra said conversationally to the group, 'he won't take long, he never does, especially when he's getting one of his fantasies.'

Her fingers were relentless and some of the audience clapped in time, giggling as they watched. Ross tried to will himself not to come but her hands were too much and with a grunt and a round of applause from the audience, he came shamefully. Debra milked him into the towel with a businesslike manner. 'There,' she said, cleaning him up, 'that was his last for a year.'

Ross tearfully watched as his wife began to apply a lubricant to slip his shrinking cock into the metal tube and wondered if he should try to protest again but knew it was too late, far too late. He clung to his last hope that this was all a terrible prank and Debra would say it was a joke, just a bit of fun for his birthday.
 
The women watched with avid interest as his cock was pushed into the tube, some grinning while Sharon stared miserably at her feet. She knows , Sharon realised, Debra knows she's letting me know she does. And Ross likes this stuff, he's submissive? Wish I'd known.
 
'Now girls,' Debra said as the chastity tube was locked, 'let's keep this a secret between ourselves; we don't want the men helping him out and destroying his fantasy, do we? And we'll have another party in twelve months time for Ross to have his next orgasm.'

There were murmurs of agreement and Ross felt more tears form in his eyes as Debra removed the key.

'There, all done. There's your fantasy, birthday boy. Now, Millie is going to take the key and put it in the vault at the bank.' Ross watched as Debra handed the key to a mousey woman who was a teller at the local bank branch. 'Now, Millie, you keep that key safe and sound for a year, won't you?'

Millie smiled coldly at Ross. 'You can count on me, Debra,' and Ross instantly regretted all the times he had snapped at Millie when he had visited the bank.

Ross, of course, had no idea that Debra had another key hidden in the back of her lingerie drawer and had plans for further humiliations for Ross over the coming year, humiliations he would be grateful to endure so he could achieve orgasm.

The women applauded as Millie waved the key in the air like a trophy and Ross stood there, his head hanging as the women milled around Debra to congratulate her. 'He's going to get awfully horny,' one woman said, glancing at the humiliated and sorrowful Ross.

'Yes,' Debra said cheerfully, 'he is, isn't he?'

'Is it healthy for him not to have release for that long?' another woman asked. 'My husband uses the old 'blue balls' thing to get me to have sex.'

'Lara has been very helpful in that regard and I think you'll find your husband has been manipulating you.' Debra said and Lara smiled. 'Lara explained to me how to milk his prostate once a month for health reasons.' Ross looked at her with a horrified expression but Debra ignored it and sailed on. 'Apparently, the discharge leaks out, he's drained but doesn't experience orgasm, he won't even feel it, and there won't be any enjoyment.'

'Can we watch?' a woman asked eagerly.

'Why not?'

'What about your sexual satisfaction...'

'Don't worry, I intend to be satisfied,' Debra said with a hard glint to her eyes. 'If Ross doesn't assist me properly,' she said, tracing Ross's lips with a red fingernail and everyone knew exactly what she meant, 'I'll simply go elsewhere. I think I have another fantasy of his on tape somewhere, the one where he wants to watch me make love with a another man.'

Danni and Lara had brought Sharon to the front of the room and she desperately tried to avoid Ross's eyes. She needn't have worried as Ross was staring pathetically at the floor, trying to control his tears, spittle dripping from around the gag.

'Sharon, I hope you won't tease him your office,' Debra said with mock concern, 'it would make life unbearable for him.'

'No,' Sharon mumbled, 'I won't.'

'Then again, perhaps you could tease him a little?' Debra said with a hard stare. 'Short skirts, a glimpse of stocking tops, even knickers? You could do that to make amends, if you get my drift?'

Sharon swallowed hard and looked wildly around the room. 'I have to go,' she said desperately and Debra, Danni and Lara laughed as they watched Sharon bolt to the door.

'I'm sure she'll come round,' Lara said with a grin, 'with a little persuasion.'

'She does have nice legs,' Debra added, 'and a nice figure so it will be painful for poor Ross.' They smiled and Debra turned to her defeated husband.

'Come on, Ross,' Debra said, leading him back up the stairs, 'I'll unlock your handcuffs so you can get dressed. We have a cake for the birthday boy to cut.' Debra fought to keep a smile off her face as she saw another tear roll down Ross's face. 'Come on birthday boy, you can thank me later in a special way for bringing your birthday fantasy true. I suspect,' she said coldly, 'you'll be thanking me quite a lot during the next twelve months.'

End Part 1 of 121 Parts of Birthday Boy by Carmenica Diaz
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Other stories by Carmenica Diaz

The Dark Stories
Toys in the Attic (F/m CB Humil)
Toys in the Cellar (F/m CB Humil)
Kryztal (M/f BDSM D/s)
Useful Humiliation (F/m CB)
Use Me (F/m)
London Telephone Conversations (F/m Humour)
Birthday Boy (F/m)
The Romantic Stories
Catherine Lawrence (TG)
The Mask (TG)
Elizabeth Grey (TG)

Email: carmenica_diaz@lycos.com
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It Was Only a Story

mrjjones on Fetish Stories

It Was Only a Story                  John J. Jones

Well,  I  HAD  written  the story about her, but I didn't think it would
come  to this... Well, maybe I dreamed it would, but I never had an
idea of  what  the  reality  of  it would be like... intense,
passionate, and fearful... I guess I knew the word all along...
submission. But as often as  I'd  written  about  it;  as  often  as  I
 experienced it in my own imagination,  it  was  nowhere  near  the
reality of it. But wait... I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start
from the beginning.

I  write  stories, erotic stories. Obviously you know, that's why you'r
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reading  this. I've written a variety of stories, from the normal to
the bizarre.  I've  even  put  a  few on the net. Anyway, I had this
fantasy about  a  woman  at  work:  Corey. She's a college girl. I'm in
my 40's. She's  beautiful,  has curly, shoulder-length, strawberry
blonde, almost red  hair.  She has a smile that would melt steel. But
her eyes... those are  what  get  me  the  most.  I usually have a
knack for determining a person's  personality  and  thoughts  by  their
eyes.  In  a  way she's different, in a way, I suppose she's not.

At  first,  it  seemed  I  could  tell some things about her. She seemed
sweet,  friendly. Then one day when I helped her with a computer
problem at  work,  I turned to ask her a question and there it was...
that look. It  sent  a shiver down my spine. I went weak and helpless.
That was the first time I realized that my ability to read people was
being turned on me. She was looking right through me. It was as if she
knew my innermost fantasies  and  thoughts.  It  was  in  her  eyes  
and  the sly smile. I instantly  grew  nervous  and  forgot  what  I  
was doing. In a panic, I fumbled with the keys trying to get a grip
again as I looked away. I was almost in a cold sweat.

This  had never happened to me before. It was scary, but deep inside, it
turned  me  on. All the feelings I've had when I was writing about
being dominated  by a woman (or women) came sneaking to the surface
right then and there, and I was embarrassed. As I regained control, I
told myself I should relax. She couldn't know about any of this. I had
just met her. I was  just  over-reacting,  miss-interpreting  her  
look. When I finished fixing  the  problem  on her computer and looked
back once more, she had that  friendly  nice-to- know-you smile on her
face again. I drew a sigh of  relief  and talked with her a few moments
before I left her cubicle. Still a bit flustered, but a little more
relaxed.

Corey  is taller than me, but extremely well endowed. So I thought about
her a lot after that first meeting. I would go and talk to her once in
a while.  There  were  a  couple of times I thought I saw that look in
her eyes  but I would glance away. I was nervous. When I'd look back,
it was gone.  If  she  was doing this on purpose, she was good. Very
good. Then one  day I stopped by when she was wearing a skirt. She
turned around in her  chair, with that look on her face. I swear, I
almost dropped my cup of  coffee.  If she could have seen into the cup,
she would have thought there  was  an earthquake. My hand was shaking.
Her legs were fantastic. Again, I looked away and struggled to make
idle conversation.

It  was after that visit that I had to write a story. I had to vent. The
feelings   I   got   from   her   were  driving  me  crazy.  I  wrote  
a domination/submission story that was probably the most passionate I
ever wrote.  Passionate  in  the  sense  of  sex  and  the  sensation  
of raw submission.  I  understand  how some may find it difficult to
understand how  this could be defined as passion, but trust me... it's
just as much a  passion  of  taking  the woman you fantasize about into
your arms and making  love  at the time you're most ready, then putting
it into words. Even  after  completing  the  story,  I  would reread it
and get excited again.

I put the story onto my private site where only a few friends knew about
it.  I  received  a  few  comments  about  how  silly  the  idea of
male submission was, but everyone said the story was exceptionally hot.
After writing the story, I got more relaxed with Corey and decided I
would ask her to lunch.

I'm  kind of a talker, and I think I express myself well; it's necessary
for  my  job.  But  I  found  myself at a loss for words during lunch.
I talked  about  anything.  I  was  like a nervous kid. I was afraid I
was making a fool of myself. She never looked that way at me during
lunch, I was  just nervous. The topic of my story writing came up and I
mentioned the    public   site   where   some   of   my   stories   
were   posted, http://www.eroticstories.com. I thought she might like a
couple of them. They may even turn her on! Of course, I didn't say
that.

As  we  walked back, I summoned up the nerve to ask some questions about
her. She made it plain she would answer straightforwardly if I asked
her anything.  The  only  real  question I remember was what kind of
guy she liked,  and  the  only real portion of her response that rang
in my ears was  "I  like a guy who can take orders". She made that
statement with a smile and a giggle. Inside, I freaked.

The  words  rang in my head like a gong. Not merely for the fact that it
implied  she was a dominant, but something else. It was in my story.
The exact words. This happened on a Friday, just before we went our
separate ways  for lunch. The rest of the afternoon went right down the
toilet as far  as  work  was concerned. I was distracted, confused and
excited all wrapped  up  in  one  overwhelming emotion. Had she seen
the story about her?  I  had  changed  her  name,  but  there  were  a  
lot of beginning circumstances  that  would  have  left no doubt about
who the characters were.

The  rest  of  the  weekend  was  just the same kind of blur. I couldn't
concentrate,  I found myself pacing at times. I tried to watch movies
to divert  my  feelings,  but  nothing  worked. Friday night, I sent
her an email  with  a  link  to  the  public  site, just for something
to do. I struggled  with  the thought that she couldn't have seen my
private site and I had not physically shown the story to anyone else.

Saturday  was  no better. I woke up at my usual time, but didn't get out
of bed. I lay there thinking about her and the situation. Or was there
a situation?  Was I imagining things? If I wasn't, what was I going to
do? If she knew about the story, how could I face her again at work?
What if she  wasn't  really dominant and just thought I was some kind
of weirdo? Saturday  and  Sunday both found me pacing and looking for
things to do. Simple  things,  concentration  was  at  a  minimum.  I  
even canceled a computer consultation appointment with a client because
I didn't want to deal with the effort it was going to take to keep my
mind on the job.

What  was  I  going  to do on Monday when I went back to work? Where she
sat,  I  could  probably avoid her. I had taken vacation for the rest
of the  week,  so  I'd just have to avoid her Monday and Tuesday. But
did I want to? Did she want me to?

By  now,  you  can  see  how confused and tortured I was. I use the word
tortured  to  describe  the lack of direction to take. Well... then
came Monday.

I  tried to keep my mind on work, keep myself busy. I thought that would
be  the  key  to getting through this. But every hour or so, one
thought would  shoot  through  my  mind. Should I go over by Corey? The
confused thoughts  that  raced  through  my mind every time the
question came up, once  again,  distracted me from whatever I was
doing. Just before noon, the question had been answered for me.

"Paul,  Cory  called.  She  said her PC wouldn't start". Panic. I looked
around.  There  were  no  other  technicians to take the call. "She
said everything  looked  like  it was plugged in ok. You know how that
goes." The  receptionist  said,  grinning. Cindy was in her area! I
grabbed the walkie-talkie. "She asked for you." The receptionist said
as I picked it up. Well, that was it. One way or another I had to see
her.

Thoughts  again  flooded  my  mind  as  I hooked up my walkie-talkie and
headed  out  of  the  office  door.  She didn't seem the kind that
would embarrass me in front of everyone, so I didn't have to worry
about that. But  what  suggestions  or  comments  would  she make? I
could easily be embarrassed without anyone else knowing what was going
on. I was careful enough to use a "writers" name on my stories, so I
couldn't be connected with  them. I always used other names and places
IN my stories, so I was safe there. What was going to happen? Had I
done something stupid? Was I overreacting?

My  palms were sweaty and my hands were shaking as I neared her cubicle.
My  heart  was racing and I felt flush. I stopped just short of her
cube to calm down. "Paul! Whassup, guy?" a friend chirped up as he
walked by. Oh,  no!  No  time  to  calm  down.  She  had  to  know I
was there now. "S.S.D.D.!" I muttered as I continued my mission.

I  walked  around  into her cube with my usual smile, and I was in luck!
She  wasn't  there!  I set down my tool kit and started checking
cables. The  PC  monitor was hooked to the machine in a manner that
didn't allow the machine to be pulled out very far, so I had to get
under the desk to check  the  connections on the back of the machine.
Then I felt her. Her foot brushed my leg as she sat down in her chair.
I froze.

"There he is!" she chirped. "How was your weekend?" I went flush. Was it
my  imagination  again, or did her tone reflect knowledge of what I
went through?  I  looked down. She was sitting with her legs slightly
parted, wearing  the same skirt she had worn before. I could see into
the skirt, that  she  was  wearing  pantyhose, but no panties.
Everything above the waist was above the desk. "Paul?". I jumped at her
voice again. I took a deep  breath and realized I better say something.
"Sorry didn't know you were  talking to me! Too short, as usual! How
about you?" I responded as I  regained  my concentration and noticed
the power cord was halfway out of  the  machine.  It  could have been
kicked... or something. I avoided looking at her legs again as I
crawled out from under her desk and stood up. She wasn't looking at me,
but she had a smile on her face. I clicked on the machine and it came
to life. "There ya go!" I said, a bit anxious to leave at the moment...
yet... not.

"Sent  you an email about another problem I'm having." She continued. "I
had  a  file  attached  to  it  that I couldn't open. Did you get it?"
I hadn't  checked  my  email all morning. It's one of the things I
forgot. "Not  yet,  sorry!  I'll look as soon I get back downstairs." I
replied. "Good. Thank you for getting here so quick!" she said and
turned to look up  at  me. The look was half there. She wasn't upset
with me obviously, but I didn't know what to make of it.

My  heart slowed down as I went back to the office. It may be ok, I told
myself. Let's see what's in this email.

I  sat  down  at  my  desk and fired up email. Her message was there. It
explained  the  problem she had opening the file. I checked the file.
It was  a WordPerfect 4 file. We used MS Word at our office. This was
going to  be  an  easy one. I called her and told her that Word would
not open this  version of a WordPerfect file. Her voice, although it
was soft and sweet,  crackled  like  lightning  over  the  phone.  "I  
know.  I  have WordPerfect  4  at home, and it's not opening there,
either. You consult on the side, right?" I went numb. I thought I
swallowed my tongue. There was dead silence for what seemed like an
eternity.

"Sure!"  I finally managed to almost squeak out. Confusion about what to
say  set  in  again, but it didn't matter. "Good. Here's my address."
It obviously wasn't a question as to whether or not I would come out
there. She  gave  me her address. "Tonight or tomorrow night?" she
asked. There was  no time to think about it. "Tomorrow night will be
fine!" I blurted out. I looked around and was relieved that no one was
nearby to hear it. "See  you  around  6?  I'll have something for
dinner!" She had an early shift,  since she went to college on
Wednesday and Friday, but for me, 6 o'clock  was  pushing  it.  I had
to get home and get the car and get to where  she  lived  in  less than
2 hours, but it was possible. And I was excited  and  yet apprehensive
as a school kid. "I'll be there!" I said, looking around before I said
it this time.

Another  afternoon  at  work shot to hell. So was half of Tuesday. I was
excited,  passing off the harder problems, whipping out the easier
ones; not  telling a soul about anything. On the way home on the train
Tuesday Evening,  it  hit me... my story... I had my first encounter
with her in my story at her place! And I had gone over to fix a problem
with her PC! I  became  oblivious  to  everyone else on the train as I
felt myself go flush.  It  couldn't  be... it was just coincidence... I
mean, I work on computers. She knows that. She just needed help or she
was just using it as  an  excuse  to get me over. It couldn't have
anything to do with the story.  It  was a hardware error in the story
anyway... I almost blew my stop  on  the train. I walked into the
house, washed up and changed. All the  while  thoughts  running through
my head about what the night would hold. I picked up my jacket and car
keys and walked to the car.

Traffic  was  pretty bad, but I made it to her front door at about 5:55.
"On  time! I like that!" she said coolly as she opened the door. I
stood in  shock. She was wearing a one- piece midi skirt, red, bright
red, and tight.  Just  like  in  my  story.  My thoughts raced as I
instinctively turned  and  looked  at  the door, then downward. Oh,
geeez, is this all coincidence? Or does she know?

"Are  you coming in? Or are you going to stand out there all night?" she
smiled.  I  was  startled  slightly and apologized as I stepped into
her townhouse.  It was attractive and you could tell it was a woman's
place; clean,  orderly and kinda "homey". "Let's eat first." She
quipped as she took  off  my jacket. Well, that was different. In my
story, I fixed her computer  first.  "This  way."  She  said  after  
she hung up my coat. I followed  her  down a short hall checking out
her beautiful legs and ass as she walked. Her hair was beautiful
against her neck and shoulders.

I  froze  one again as we entered the small dining room. Two red candles
placed   at   the   sides  of  the  table,  not  in  the  middle.  
Brass candleholders,  red  tablecloth, glasses of red wine. But the
kicker was the  napkins.  They  were  black.  This was all exactly as I
wrote in my story.  The  odds  were now too high for my comfort. Cory
continued into the dining room and looked back at me where I stopped.

"Something  wrong?"  she asked with a sly tone in her voice. I swallowed
hard.  Do I say something, or do I go along with this? I could feel
that my  face was flushed and my palms were getting sweaty again. If
she knew the  whole  story,  this  could  be  the best night of my
life... or the worst.  I  regained my composure somewhat. "Nice
arrangement." I managed to  say.  "Thank you!" she replied. "I
especially like the idea of black napkins  against  a  red tablecloth.
Your idea?" I asked. She smiled and practically  glared  at  me.  "No,  
probably  saw  it in a catalog..." I proceeded into the dining room.
"Or read it somewhere." She continued.

I stopped by a chair, took a deep breath, tilted my head back and caught
myself  closing  my  eyes.  "What's wrong?" she asked slyly. "You ok?"
I opened  my  eyes,  stared at the curtains on the dining room wall
across from me. "Ok, look, I'm sorry." I muttered. She walked around
behind me, as  I  stood  there  frozen,  like  a deer caught in the
headlights of a speeding car.

She  stepped  up against me, he breasts against my shoulders. She had to
turn  her head down slightly to whisper in my ear. Her perfume filled
my nostrils.  "You're  sorry?  Why?  Did  you do something wrong?"
Again, a different  location  in my story, but the exact words she had
said. If I had  been  any  more  nervous,  my  teeth  would have been
chattering. I couldn't  answer.  She  stepped  away and into the
kitchen. "I don't see where you've done anything wrong, so why don't
you sit down?"

I moved to a chair and sat down. I sat there quietly as she moved around
in the kitchen. Oh, no... the food, I thought. In my story, the meat
was filet  minion, with corn and mashed potatoes. Since she couldn't
see me, I  closed  my  eyes.  I'm  not  sure  if  it  was  a prayer or
a general statement.  Please... let this go well, I thought to myself.
I knew this evening could go either way from this point on.

She  brought  dinner out. It was pork chops. She set two more bowls down
on  the  table,  then  moved  to  the  other  side  and  sat down.
"Help yourself," she said smiling. First I took a pork chop from the
plate and set  it on mine. Then took a bowl. I removed the lid. Mashed
potatoes. I spooned  some  slowly  onto  the  plate,  trying  not  to
look at her. I replaced  the  lid  and  took  the next bowl. Corn. I
stared at it for a moment. "Don't like corn?" she asked. I jumped
slightly at her question. "Oh,  it's  fine..."  I  replied.  I spooned
some onto my plate and then started  cutting a pork chop. "Like pork
chops?" She asked. She piped up again before I had a chance to answer.
"Not a real beef person myself... steaks are usually too tough". I
dropped my fork on the plate. The sound echoed in my ears like a plate
glass window shattered by a brick.

"It  seems like you're nervous," she said. "Are you sure something's not
wrong?"  I  wiped  my  hands  on  the  napkin.  "I  said I was sorry."
I muttered.  She  smiled,  picked  up  her  fork  and  started eating.
She swallowed,  took a sip of her wine and smiled at me again. "Oh, you
must mean  the  story.  It  was  about  me, wasn't it?" It was final.
All the torture was over. I was busted. But how did she... it didn't
matter now. I  sat  for  what  seemed to be an eternity staring at my
plate. "Wasn't it?" This time it was more of a demand for an answer
than a question. So much  so, that I jumped. "Yes, yes it was." I
replied. Again, I couldn't move while she continued to eat. I felt like
a trapped animal.

Her  voice  was  soft  again. "You really should eat something." I still
couldn't  move.  "You  may  need  the  energy  tonight."  Her words
shot excitement  and  fear  through  me  as  I sat there staring at my
plate. "Paul."  There  was the command in her voice again. I picked up
my knife and fork and began eating.

"You  know,  you're  one hell of a writer, Paul" she said between bites.
"But  has  it  ever  happened  to you for real?" The fear and
excitement started  a  stir  of  sexual tension that I'd only nearly
felt before in writing my stories, but this was more intense. I felt an
erection coming on. "No, it hasn't" I muttered.

"Hmmm... I really don't get into the word "mistress"... But I like to be
called  by  my  name. You wouldn't mind calling me Miss Corey, would
you Paul?"  I  hesitated.  "No." "No?" she piped back. I almost choked
on my food.  "I'm  sorry. No, Miss Cory." "Good" she replied. I felt
toes move their  way  up my leg to my crotch and stop to rub against
what was soon becoming a raging hard-on. "This is going to be a very
interesting night for you, Paul. Very interesting. Interesting for me,
too."

It  was  a short... but long dinner. The few times I looked up at Corey,
she  was  watching  me intently while she ate. One time, she clamped
her teeth  on  her fork and drew it out slowly. I was literally shaking
with fear,  anticipation and lust. When we were done eating, she stood
up and walked toward my side of the table. "Come with me." She said.

I  followed  her down another hall to the bathroom. She leaned against a
wall.  "Shower  is  right  there"  she said. My mind flashed back to
the story.  "Unless  you're  going to shower with your clothes on, I
suggest you  strip"  she said without moving. Now my erection was
dwindling... I began  to  undress.  I  had  my  back  to  her  as I
finally took off my underwear.  "Turn around." She ordered. My pecker
by now was all reduced to  about  an inch and a half in length. I
turned around. "Funny, felt a lot  bigger  than  that under the table!"
she smiled. She was twirling a toothpick in her mouth.

She  stepped  past me and pushed the shower curtain aside. My heart fell
into the pit of my stomach. In my story, there was a chain and
handcuffs attached  to  the  showerhead.  Corey had two pair of
handcuffs on a bar positioned  at  each  end  just  under  the  
showerhead.  "Look, I..." I started. I didn't even know what I was
going to say. "Get in, Paul." She interrupted firmly. I got in. She
took my left hand and brought it up to the handcuff on the left side of
the bar. I was standing there naked and confused. She took my other
hand and locked it to the other side.

Corey  stepped  back  from the shower and started stripping. "Yes, Paul,
it's  going  to be an interesting night." She said as she peeled her
red bra,  stockings,  garter and panties off. As she stepped into the
shower behind  me,  she  said,  "You  see,  Paul, I don't trust my men
to clean themselves.  They  never  do  a  good enough job for me. I
have to do it myself." I shuddered as I recognized it as another line
from my story. I was  in  for  a cleaning I was not going to soon
forget, and if I didn't stand  and  take  it,  it  was  going to be
worse. In my story, John was threatened  with nipple and ball clamps if
he pulled off the showerhead, so he had to hold his arms up and hang
on.

She  pulled the shower curtain closed and as she snapped on the water, I
muttered,  "please  don't  hurt  me." "What?" she replied. "Please
don't hurt  me,  Miss  Corey,"  I  repeated  more  loudly  through  the
water. "Remember,  Paul... I read the story. I know you're not into
pain. But I also  know  the  ways you make a man hurt without using
steel and pointy objects.  Yes,  Paul...  you're going to hurt. But if
you're a good boy, you'll  be  rewarded."  "But  if you're a good
boy...", yet another line from my story. She remembered quite a bit.

I was positioned so the warm water was running directly down my head and
body.  Corey  reached  over to the liquid soap dispenser and dispensed
a large  amount  of  soap on her hand. Then she reached over to the
window and  grabbed a small brush with a strap. She started rubbing the
soap on my  back,  then  washing  it  with the brush. The first few
seconds felt good,  but  the  brush  was stiff and it became more like
scrubbing than rubbing.  My  skin was beginning to hurt. She proceeded
to scrub my neck and  shoulders.  Then  she reached around to scrub my
chest and stomach. Next  were  my legs and feet. I looked down at
myself and saw that I was all  pink  from the scrubbing and my skin
stung all over. Just like John in my story.

The  first  test was coming. She washed my hair and face with a rag, and
then lathered up again. "Let's see... this was a "test" wasn't it
Paul?" she  said  as she kicked my feet apart, one at a time. At the
thought, I was  already  getting  an  erection.  "And... if you failed,
you'd get a really  long,  cold,  rinse,  right?  Isn't  that  the way
it went?" she continued.  Oh,  geez...  that  was the agreement. She
was to thoroughly wash  Johns'  crotch  and he was not to climax. At
all. John managed it, but in reality, I didn't believe there was a way
in hell I could undergo that  type  of  treatment  from  Corey,  from  
any woman for that matter without  climaxing.  She  pulled open the
shower curtain a small amount, revealing a small clock on the sink.

"Let's  see...  5  minutes,  right?"  she  hissed,  as though she knew I
wouldn't hold out. Both hands filled with lather, she reached around
and took my now half-erect cock in one hand and brought the other
between my ass  cheeks.  She  started  massaging my cock firmly with
the lather and shoving the fingers of her other hand down across my
asshole and into my crotch.  My  cock  rose  in an instant as she
pumped slowly on my prick. Slowly,  methodically  she  probed  and
pumped. I knew I wasn't going to make it. Her lips came close to my
ear. "John may have," she said softly as she pumped and played with my
ass. "But I don't think," she hesitated and  stuck  her  tongue  into  
my ear. "You're going to MAKE it!" As she emphasized  the work MAKE,
she rammed a finger deep into my asshole. She pumped my cock harder and
faster.

It was only 3 minutes and it was as good as over. My knees buckled and I
caught  my breath, clenched my teeth, trying to hold it back, but it
was senseless.  She  won,  as she knew she was going to. I exploded
into the shower  wall  as  she kept her finger in my ass and kept
milking my cock until  I  couldn't spend any more. "Aw, too bad... not
as good as "John" at  this,  are  you?" she said. I was almost hanging
by the handcuffs as she rinsed my cock and ass. She pulled the shower
curtain back enough to step  out.  "Pardon me while I dry off. Oh
yes... the deal." She reached back  into  the shower and snapped the
faucet all the way to the left. I was instantly accosted by an onrush
of ice-cold water.

From  my  position,  the  most I could do was pull my face back, but the
cold  water  still  cascaded  over my chest, shoulders and down my
whole body.  No  matter  where  I  moved I was still pummeled with cold
water. After  having  climaxed  and  been  scrubbed until I was pink,
the water seemed  even  much  more cold. I turned to look out of the
shower to see Corey  seated on the closed toilet applying shaving cream
to the already small  hairs  on her pussy. As she picked up her razor,
she looked in at me.  Probably  expecting  I wouldn't hear her through
the running water, she  mouthed,  "You're  next", pointing at me. That
wasn't in the story, either.

I  was  starting to shiver now as I changed positions, trying to get the
water  to change direction on me. I glanced out at Corey every couple
of minutes hoping she would uncuff me, but she was taking her time,
shaving her  pussy  clean.  Finally, she wiped herself clean and stood
up. Now I was  quivering  in the shower. "Are we cooled off yet"? She
asked coyly. She  reached  in  and turned off the shower. "Oh... I'll
be right back." She  said as she stooped to pick up my clothes. It was
quiet now, except for  the  water  dripping  off  me. Even the warmth
of the bathroom felt better now.

Corey came back into the bathroom wearing a red silk robe. She had a key
and  started  unlocking  the cuffs. "Your clothes are in the washer
now, but  that's  ok,  you  won't be needing them for the rest of the
night." Another line from the story. I remembered that John had
complained about walking  around naked and for his complaint his
mistress made him wear a pair of her panties around the house. I wasn't
saying a word. I was sore and shivering as I stepped from the shower.
She handed me a towel. "When you're  done  drying  off,  meet  me in
the living room" she said as she turned away. Then she stopped. "Oh,
and leave the towel here, Paul."

I  dried  off  quickly  as I could. The heater kicked on and I aimed the
vent up at me to warm up. I sat for about 5 minutes under the warm
heat. It was apparently taking too long. "Paul?" I heard from the
living room. I  hung  the towel on the rod and slowly made my way to
the living room. My pecker looked like it was half an inch long...

"Come  here..."  Corey  said  as  I walked into the room. She was on the
couch in her red nylons, garter, panties and bra once more, with the
red silk robe on over it. The shades were drawn and the room was only
lit by one lamp next to her. There was a pan of water by the coffee
table. This wasn't  in  the  story.  "Sit  down on the edge of the
coffee table" she said.  I  sat  down. "Lean back on your hands." I
did. "Spread your legs wide".  I  obeyed. She picked up a pair of
scissors and leaned over from the couch. She began trimming the hair
from my crotch.

"Please  don't  do this, Miss Corey" I asked softly. She just smiled and
kept  trimming. "What, might look bad to the guys at the club?" She
knew I  was  the  member  of  the health club near work. I didn't
answer. She finished trimming and took a washrag out of the pan of
water. She placed the  pan  on  the  floor  at  the  edge  of the
coffee table and started squeezing  the  water from the washrag onto my
crotch so that it ran off the  edge of the table into the water. Then
she reached into the cushion and  pulled  out a can of shaving cream.
She applied it to my crotch. It was cooling. Then she reached for the
razor.

"I  also  like  my  men  hairless  here, like me. Now... if you sit real
still,  you'll  be okay through this. If not, well, I hate to think
what could  get  cut  off,"  she  said  smiling. She began to shave me.
I sat still.  REAL still. When she was done, she rinsed me off. And
told me to stand up. My whole crotch was bald.

As  she  dried  me  off,  she asked, "Have you ever REALLY eaten a pussy
Paul?"  I  gave  her a matter-of-fact look and looked away. "You
haven't answered  my question." "Yes, Miss Corey" I replied. "Did you
enjoy it?" she  asked.  I hesitated. "Sometimes" I answered.
"Sometimes? Right. How many  times have you made a woman come with your
tongue Paul? Don't lie. You know by now I can tell if you lie." I
closed my eyes and took a deep breath.  Somehow,  I  knew  she was
right. She'd know. I opened my eyes. "Twice" I admitted. "So
"sometimes" you enjoyed it? Does that mean once? Or both times? Or
neither?" I couldn't answer.

"You know, I've found that most guys who want to be dominated are afraid
of  pussy, Paul... is that you? Are you afraid of a woman because of
her pussy,  Paul?"  I  was  sitting there naked in front of a tall
beautiful woman  and  my  secrets  were  being  pulled  out  of me as
if a cop was grilling  me.  She was determined to have me bare
everything, inside and out.  "I  don't know," I muttered. "You don't
know? Paul, Paul, Paul..." she  said  as she stood up and walked around
behind me to the other side of  the  coffee table. "You're a grown man!
Don't answer like a cornered child! You are, or you aren't. Are you
afraid of a woman's pussy? Answer me!"  Now I was confused. I knew I
wasn't AFRAID of a woman's pussy, but I  didn't  know  what  I WAS
afraid of. "I don't think so, Miss Corey" I said. "Another childish
answer." She said.

Corey  leaned  on  the  table behind me and gently licked the base of my
neck  by  my  shoulder.  "Or  are  you  just afraid of women, Paul?"
she whispered hotly in my ear. One of my hands slid off the coffee
table. On one side of the living room wall were mirrors. I heard her
step away and looked  over into the mirrors to see what she was doing.
She picked up a small  footrest  by  an  easy  chair and set it next to
the coffee table behind  me.  It was even with the height of the coffee
table. She saw me looking and looked over at me in the mirror and
smiled.

"Lay  down,  Paul."  I  laid back on the coffee table. "Now, move up." I
slid  up  until  my  head  was resting on the footstool. She went to
the couch  and  brought two small pillows back with her. We were back
to the story  again. I knew what was going to happen, as she placed a
pillow on each  side  of  the stool. "I liked your story, Paul. And I
think it's a great  way  to  REALLY  introduce  you  to  pussy!  
Obviously, it hasn't happened,  because  it  was  just a fantasy,
right, Paul?" I took a deep breath.  "Please Miss Corey..." I begged.
"Oh, yes, Paul. Beg. I love to hear a man beg. Especially a man who's
afraid of a woman..."

Corey  reached  under  the  coffee  table and brought out two ropes with
leather  cuffs  on one end and metal and rubber clamps on the other.
She fastened  the  metal and rubber ends to the legs of the coffee
table and when  she  reached  for  my arm, I instinctively pulled it
away. "Please don't."  I begged. She stopped. She gently stroked my
hair, the suddenly grabbed  a  handful and pulled. I yelped. "Now Paul,
you said you're not into  pain.  Let's  not  find out, shall we?" I
relaxed. She attached my wrists to the ropes then adjusted them so they
were tight.

She turned around and stood over me, so I was looking right up the front
of  her. Her nylons, garter, red silk panties and large breasts,
tightly restrained  by  the red silk bra. Then she slid her hand into
her crotch beneath  her panties and started playing with herself as she
spoke. "So, our  mistress  in your story got her panties real wet
first, right? That won't  be  hard.  I'll  just  think about what I'll
be doing to you in a little while, and what you'll be doing FOR me" she
smiled.

"I  know  you  remember  what  happened  in  your  story,  right?" I was
confused.  I  was  genuinely  questioning  my  situation now. "Yes,
Miss Corey"  I mumbled. Corey pressed her silk panties into her crotch
as she continued  to  play  with herself through them. Even in the dim
light of the lamp behind her, I could see a wet spot forming on them.
She pressed even  harder,  and  I  could hear her moistness beneath her
fingers. She took a deep breath.

"Oh, yes, Paul!" she gasped and bit her lower lip. "You're going to LOVE
pussy  by  the time we're done here." Her fingers were moving around
her clit  and it was almost visible now as the sounds of her moisture
became more  prevalent.  My  cock starting responding to what I was
seeing. She gasped once again and stopped. "It's time, Paul," she said,
panting. She brought  her  legs  together  close  to  my  head and
started taking her panties  off. Then she sat down on my stomach,
knocking some of the wind out  of  me. She stared at me, folding her
panties so the wet crotch was forward.  "Please..."  I  mumbled,  but
she put her thumb on my chin and opened my mouth. She stuffed the wet
crotch of her panties in and closed my mouth on them. I could taste
her. It was sweet, and yet tart.

"I  like  this part next, Paul. Are you ready?" I took a deep breath and
closed  my  eyes. I knew what was next. When she moved, I opened my
eyes again,  just  in time to see her fingers had her lips spread wide
as she pushed  her shaven pussy down onto my face and nose. She was
hot, wet... very  wet,  and at the moment, suffocating. She moved her
hips around in circles  as she let her weight down slowly on my face.
Only the width of the  footstool  kept  her  from blocking my view
upward. She looked down past  her  breasts at me, smiling, squirming,
and then biting her lip as she moved slowly forward and back against my
nose. I, on the other hand, could  not  breathe  and was starting to
panic. Like the story, but this was too real.

I  twisted  my  head,  trying  to  escape her thighs, then moaned loudly
against  her,  panicking,  struggling  uselessly  against the ropes.
She lifted  herself, panting. "Is it just like your story, Paul? Do you
feel like  John?"  I  sensed this was not to be a long reprieve and
grabbed a deep  breath  before she planted her pussy over my nose
again, this time leaning  forward  as  she  moved back and forth
against my nose. She was using it to get off, just like in my story.

"I love this, Paul. Don't you? I love my pussy on your face! You know, I
think  I'll  cum  on your face a few times before make you eat my
pussy. What  do think... 3 times each before you get a break? I mean,
I'll come on  your face 3 times, then I'll teach you to eat my pussy
until I cum 3 more  times.  Yeah,  that  sounds good! How come you're
not answering me Paul?"  She  looked  down  at me, smiling, her breasts
bouncing from her movement.  "Oh,  that's  right!  You're  not  
breathing! And besides, my panties  are  in your mouth!" She laughed,
panting. I could tell she was getting close to cumming. I grunted again
to beg for air, but she didn't stop  until  I  once  again  started
twisting and moaning loudly, on the verge of passing out. She got up.

"Ooop! What's wrong, Paul? Don't want you passing out on me! You have to
go through this awake!" I struggled for breaths of air, and on my
second breath,  she  pushed her wet, dripping pussy back onto my face
and nose. She  proceeded  to buck against my face again, wilder this
time. She was going  to cum. Her pussy was hot and sopping wet against
my face, as she started  moaning  and  bucking.  She  grabbed my hair
and forced my face harder  into  her pussy as she came. It was
trickling up my nostrils and down  my  throat. I couldn't choke,
because I couldn't breathe. I pulled harder  against  the  ropes.  Her
cum soaked her panties that were in my mouth  and  now  I  had  the  
stronger, bittersweet taste in my nose and mouth.  She  was  panting
and bucking against my face like a wild animal now.  I was running out
of breath again. She stopped and moved back onto my chest.

When  I  tried  to breathe in air, I inhaled her cum. That wasn't in the
story  either.  I  choked  and  tried  breathing what I could around
and through  her  panties  in  my mouth, which were now soaking wet
with her cum.  My  face  was  wet  and cold, and I felt her cum
dripping down the sides of my face as well. Eventually, my nose and
throat were clear, and she  was  still  sitting  on my chest,
preventing any deep breaths on my part.

"Well,  Paul!  That  was  nice!",  she  said panting, still playing with
herself.  "Aren't  pussies fun? Oh, sorry, you can't talk yet. I'll
tell you what, when I cum two more times, we'll talk a little then
before you start  learning  to  eat pussy." She watched as I breathed
normally. She continued  to  play  with  herself. After a few minutes,
she was panting again.  She  said  "Uh-Oh,  Paul,  I'm getting hot
again. Are you ready? Well,  if  you're  not,  too  bad!" And she
jumped forward, planting her still hot pussy back on my face. I grabbed
as much air as I could before she started again.

Immediately, she started with circular motions, pushing my nose and face
deep  into her hot, wet pussy. It was different this time, even if for
a moment.  I  felt  myself getting hard again. Maybe because I had time
to take  a  breath; maybe because to have a woman's pussy on my face
really was  a turn on. But it didn't take long before survival began to
kick in once  more.  I  tried  to  turn  my head, I moaned and she kept
going. I moaned  again  and again. I was getting light-headed, scared.
She jumped off.  "Oh,  Yes,  Paul! Almost there! Breathe little boy!
That's all you get!"

I  had  managed  to  grab  a  couple of short breaths before she started
riding  my face again. Her lips were swollen now, and her clit passed
on either  side  of  my  nose  as she went wild, more so this time than
the last.  She  bucked against my face and let her weight down, so I
thought my head would be crushed. She was so far down on my face, my
nose was so far  inside her that her lower belly was touching my
eyebrows. Just as I was  about  to  panic  again,  she  began to cum.
Again, running down my nostrils  and  into  my  mouth,  around the
panties. This time there was hardly  any  room  for  the cum to escape
down the sides of my face. She hopped  of  once  again,  this  time,
turning to sit on the coffee table beside me, huffing and puffing.

"Oh,  GOD,  Paul,  YES! We have to do that one more time!" I choked once
more on the cum in my nostrils and turned my head to the side, trying
to get  them  to  drain out, swallowing what I had to. When they
cleared, I looked  over  at  her.  She  gently  pushed  her fingers
into her pussy, flinching,  more slowly this time. She took them out
and put two fingers into  her  mouth  licking them off, watching me the
whole time, panting, catching  her  own  breath. She bit her lip, as
she began to rub herself more intensely again.

I  was  having  mixed  emotions  now.  At  times  I was turned on beyond
explanation,  other  times,  I  was truly afraid. Then there times I
was both.  I  felt  like crying. I wanted it to stop, but I didn't. I
pulled helplessly  at  the  ropes  as  I  saw her fingers working
faster in her pussy.  Could I take another session of this? Much less
four more? I was weak now. I could hardly pull on the ropes any more.
"Yes! Yes!" I heard her  again  as  she started to move. There was no
choice. I was going to take it again.

She  jumped back onto my face and began the same motions as the last two
times.  Panting  heavier  now, looking down at me as she did. "Last
time this  way,  Paul!  Next  time,  you're  going  to  make me cum
with your tongue!"  She  panted. She began riding my face again,
forward and back, her  clit  rubbing against my nose harder and harder.
Side to side, then again  in  a circular motion. This time, just as I
started to worry, she let  me  breathe.  I found out why. "Breathe,
little boy!" she said. I'm about  to  come  again and I'm not giving
you another one until I do!" I took  breaths  while  she  was panting
out the order. I got one deep one before she took over again.

I  knew  she  wasn't  far off; she was quivering as she drove down on my
face  and  continued  circular motions this time, around and around,
but still not enough for me to get air. But she wasn't coming fast
enough. I started  to  struggle again and began moaning. She looked
down at me and smiled.  "Uh-Uh...  not  yet..."  she  said  panting.  
She kept going... watching  me  as  I  stared up at her, trying to
plead with my eyes. She looked  up  finally,  moaning loudly, but kept
going. I got light-headed again and everything went black, just for a
second.

I hadn't quite passed out, and I came to my senses choking cum out of my
nose and throat once more, but I couldn't see anything yet. My eyes
were blurry as I struggled for consciousness. I felt the panties
removed from my  mouth  and  grabbed  all  the  air I could. As I
grabbed air, I came around  again, my vision started clearing. After a
few seconds, I lifted my head and looked around. Corey was back on the
couch, twirling her wet panties on her finger, panting and smiling.

"Love  your  face, Paul! Is that how you felt when you wrote about it in
your story? Or was it a little different?" I squirmed against the
ropes. It  was  different... quite a bit different. "Please..." I
gasped, still recovering. "Please what? What do you want?" she said
slyly. "Please let me  go..."  She  stood up and giggled. "Let you go?
Let you go? Paul, we haven't  even  reached  page  6!  She opened a
drawer on the stand table where  the  lamp  was  sitting  and took out
a small stack of paper. Oh, God... it was my story.

"Not  to mention, before we can cover the rest, you have to learn to eat
pussy...  the  right way... remember? You know... you picked the
perfect night  for  this.  I'm off tomorrow and you're off tomorrow! We
can take all  night!"  She started leafing through the pages of the
story. "Whew! And  this COULD take all night, especially if you have to
learn to do it right,  first.  And  page  15...  I can't wait..." I
thought back to the story. She couldn't... could she? She glanced at my
shriveled cock. "You know, I LOVED cumming on your face. I'm going to
love doing it more. But you  know  what  else  sounds  like  fun?"  The
things in the story were zooming through my head. It was easy in my
imagination, but this was too hard. I wondered if someone could really
stand everything I had written. "No, Miss Corey" I replied. "This." She
said.

She  moved  down  the  couch and reached under the coffee table again to
pull out two more ropes. She proceeded to tie my feet to the ends of
the coffee  table.  I knew what was coming as she positioned herself
between my  spread legs. It was great in the story, but I didn't know
if I could really  take  it.  If  she  was  going  by  the  book, this
was only the beginning  of  a  very  long pleasure/pain process.
Writing the story, I could stop and masturbate to relieve myself. But
in the story... "I love to  make  a  man  hard..."  my  thoughts  were
interrupted. "But I never refused to let a man cum... well, for so long
that is." I closed my eyes as I felt her tongue brush gently against my
naked balls and up my cock. The  sensation  was nothing like I ever
felt before. My groin begged for more immediately.

But  I was aware that if she knew what she was doing, it would not last.
It  wouldn't  last  until  I came, anyway. She would stop. In the
story, John  wasn't  allowed  to  come  for  a  long time, but he was
teased to aching.  He  begged  to  be released and she wouldn't let
him. This went through  my  mind  as  she  starting licking all over my
balls and cock. Teasing  the sensitive area, licking mercilessly at the
head, then down, slowly.  The  sensations  of  her tongue on my bald
skin were driving me crazy.  I  was  hard  in moments, but she kept
moving slowly, to keep me from  cumming.  After  what seemed an
eternity of sensation, she finally put  my  cock  in  her  mouth  and  
starting riding it, slowly at first, teasing,  then  faster.  I felt it
starting. For a fleeting moment I was sure she was going to make me
cum. Then I felt it throb. So did she. She stopped  and  squeezed  the  
base  of my cock as it throbbed against her fingers.

"Gaaaaaaa!"  I  moaned  as  the throbbing slowed down and the climax was
stopped.  "Oh,  PLEASE",  I begged. But she giggled. "That's not the
way the  story  goes,  Paul,  you know that!" She let go, and my cock
bobbed around  momentarily before it began getting soft again. She sat
down and picked up the story once more flipping through the pages. She
smiled and put down the story.

"Well,  since  you've  only  eaten  pussy a couple of times, I think you
should  have a couple lessons first, before we continue. Don't you?"
She stood up and headed around the coffee table for the footstool once
more. I  whimpered.  I couldn't believe the sound came from me. She
stood over me,  poised  to  start  the lessons. "Poor little Paul..."
she said. "He gets  his  fantasy come true, and he's questioning his
ability to handle it,  aren't  you,  Paul?"  I looked up past her
nylon-clad legs. She was unhooking her bra as she talked and she tossed
the bra away.

"You're  not answering me Paul." "Yes." I said weakly. "Say it Paul, say
that  you're  not  sure if you can handle it. Say it." "Yes, Miss
Corey, I'm  not  sure  if I can handle it." I whimpered. She smiled
down at me. "But  you  will, Paul, you will. Believe me. You'll have
your fantasy if it  takes  all  night."  Then she licked her fingers
and put them in her pussy.  The  lessons  were  about  to start, and
there was nothing I was going to do about it.

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Mistress Nikki

**This story is based on my fantasies. I would love for them to come true one day.

 

I am a rather shy and submissive guy, so placing an ad or responding to an ad in a magazine or phone meeting line is almost unheard of for me, but I decided to place an ad in a magazine and on a BDSM phone meeting line. I said that I was looking for a strict but kind Mistress, that would dominate me, teach and train me, "break me in". I added that I was relatively new to this and that I am very submissive and willing to learn. A day or two after I had placed the phone add, there was a message in my system mailbox instructing me to contact her. She said her name was Mistress Nikki and she was interested in my ad. It took me a day to finally call her back. A

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woman with the same voice answered and after I identified myself she asked me detailed questions about my body and my fantasies. These are the questions she asked and my answers. "What is your first name and are you really willing to have me "break you in" as you said?" My name is Max and yes I am willing to have you "break me in". "Ok Max, what do you look like? How tall are you? How long and thick is your cock? Are you shaved?" I have brown hair, blue eyes, a muscular athletic body, I am 6' 3", my cock is just over 8 inches long and it is pretty thick, and I am trimmed. "Very good slave, very good. Now tell me your fantasies, all of them." Ok, my fantasies are to be dominated by a woman, tied up, teased and tortured, have my cock and balls tied up, some cock and ball torture, fuck my ass with a strap-on, make me suck and lick your pussy, ass and the strap on. Bring me to the brink of orgasm and then leave me there for as long as you want. Make me eat my own cum. I am kind of bi-curious, make me suck a real cock and eat its cum. "I like what I hear slave, I will make your fantasies a reality and even more." I was really excited, my cock was rock hard as I was talking to her on the phone. She invited me to her place (which was just a couple of hours away) for dinner and to see what else would happen on the first night. I was so hard that after I hung up the phone I stroked my cock and balls till I came 3 times. I couldn’t wait.

That weekend I drove to her place. It was a nice house out in the country. She had a long driveway and you couldn’t see the house from the road. I was greeted at the door by a beautiful woman. She had on a nice shirt and mini skirt with black stockings and black high heels. She had brownish/blonde shoulder length hair. She greeted me and we went into the house and into the dinning room. She had already put everything out for dinner. We sat down to eat and talked about nothing personal during the dinner, the weather, favorite movies, places to eat. When we where done eating she cleared off the table and we moved to the living room. She then asked me if I was still up for what we had talked about on the phone? I said yes. "Good", she said. "You will address me as Mistress from now on and you will obey everything that I say. Is that clear slave?" Yes Mistress I replied. "Good, now take off your clothes." I did as she said and striped down to my boxers and as I was about to take them off she told me to leave them on. She told me to stay where I was until she returned. When she came back she had a two bags with her. She opened one and pulled out a collar and placed in around my neck. "Now you are mine, slave", She said. She then pulled my boxers down and examined my body. My cock was rock hard as she was looking over my body. She then told me to put my hands behind my back and she put leather cuffs on my wrists and attached them together. Them she put the same leather cuffs on my ankles. She then attached a leach to my collar and made me follow her to the bathroom. "We need to shave your cock and balls and your ass slave." Yes Mistress I responded. She told me to sit on the edge of the bathtub. She got the razor and shaving cream and started to shave my cock and balls. I wiggled a little when she grabbed the shaft of my cock. "Don"t move slave you wouldn’t want me to slip now would you," she said with a little laugh. In a minute or two my cock and balls were completely shaven. She told me to turn over and she shaved my ass too. She wiped off the cream and then lead me to her dungeon. It had all sorts of toys on the walls, chains, tables, beds, rope, gags, you name it she had it. She then took my hands and attached them to two chains that were hanging down and then pulled them up. Then she attached my ankles to loops on the ground so I couldn’t move. Then she put a blindfold on me and left me there. It felt like forever but when she returned she smacked my ass (with a riding crop I found out later) to let me know that she had returned. "You have a big weekend in front of you, I hope you are ready for it." She said. Yes Mistress I responded. I then felt her put a harness/restraint on my cock and balls. I could feel the blood start to swell in the head of my cock. It was rock hard. "There that will keep you nice and hard for as long as I want, and you won’t be able to cum until I let you." I moaned. With that she shoved a ball gag into my mouth. She then released my arms and she told me to get up on the table. She assisted me onto it. I was told to get on my hands and knees. I could feel a leather strap being placed around my stomach. The next thing I knew, my wrists and ankles were tied to the legs of the table, my stomach was pulled up slightly by the strap attached to a rope from the ceiling. My head was then pulled back so I looked straight ahead (if I could see). I felt totally helpless. "Now the fun begins" I heard her say. It started with random whacks with the riding crop. Then came the electro torture. The wand was used tacitly to get the greatest moan/groan out of me. The electric wand shocked my nipples, my swollen rock hard cock and balls (over and over), my ass hole, and any other places where maximum stimulation could be had. All the while the crop, followed by a whip heated up my ass, thighs and back. She finally took a break. "I will be right back slave, don’t go anywhere," she said. I wasn’t going anywhere, I was on my hands and knees tied to a table, blindfolded and gaged, a collar, and a cock and ball harness/restraint on. I heard her return but I also heard another person with her. "I have a friend here with me slave. Her name is Mistress Stefanie. You are to call her Mistress as well, is that understood?" I tired my best to say Yes Mistress, but with the ball gag in it was impossible. She knew what I was trying to say, but she said, "I told you to call me and her Mistress slave, you will be punished for that." With that she and her friend took turns using the electric wand on my cock and balls and ass hole again. Then they enjoyed watching me jump as they teased me with ice cubes. One was even put in my asshole. Their fascination soon turned to my ass. I moaned and groaned as they inserted the end of the electric wand into my ass. That was followed by some fingers. I think a carrot, a dildo, vibrator and finally a vibrating butt plug. Now mind you, I’ve never had my ass penetrated (by anything), so this was quite an experience Erotic, a little painful and scary, but I was so hot and horny my cock felt like it was going to explode. After what seemed like an eternity, I was released from my table-torture. I still had the leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, the blindfold on, the ball gag in my mouth. My cock and balls were in the restraint and the vibrating butt plug was still in my ass. A leash was attached to my collar and my Mistresses led me around. I was on my hands and knees crawling behind them. My swollen cock and balls where swinging as I crawled and the vibrating butt plug was being turned on and off by Mistress Nikki. I heard my Mistress say, "I can"t wait to see the video tape of this slave." The entire thing was being filmed Even when I was being shaved. When we got to the next spot my hands were buckled behind my back and my blind fold was removed. I couldn’t believe what I saw. Mistress Nikki was wearing the type of outfit I fantasized about: black corset with exposed tits(pushed up), black stockings attached to the corset, black thong, and black high heels. Her hair was pulled back. Her female companion was wearing the same thing. Mistress Nikki was sitting on a bed with her legs crossed. She pulled my leash toward her. I walked to her on my knees and she said, "I see your ever swollen cock is hindering your movement, good" She pushed the back of my head to her high heels and said, "They need a shining." I licked her shoes as well as I could, just hoping to lick her gorgeous legs and pussy. They commented on how good a slave I was so far. She then grabbed me by the hair and lifted my up onto my knees. The butt plug in my ass started to vibrate again and I moaned a little and squirmed when I felt it. "Oh, he liked that. Look at how big and swollen his cock and balls are," Mistress Nikki said. "I like that. His balls are all full with cum. This is going to be a fun weekend," my other Mistress said. My face was right in Mistress Nikki’s crotch. I could smell the beautiful aroma of hot pussy. She then stood me up and reached down and grabbed my balls and cock. I groaned and moaned and tried to move so she would be rubbing them. She gripped them tighter and said, "Oh no slave you won’t be doing any of the for a while. You will do what we say." With that she let go and my arms where untied from behind my back and pulled up in a spread eagle position. A spreader bar was attached to my ankles. The butt plug was driving me crazy as it was still vibrating even harder and faster now. Then my Mistresses placed like a poster board around me so that was all I could see. On it where pictures of men and women tied up, being fucked. Mostly the women were fucking the men. My Mistresses then asked me different questions about my fantasies. I shared everything that I had ever thought about. I didn’t know what they were doing but they where giggling and laughing and I thought I could hear them drawing. Then Mistress Nikki moved the pictures and got on her knees. She told me to keep looking at the pictures and not to look down. I obeyed her. I felt her grab my cock and my balls and put something else besides the restraint on them. I could feel the my balls where now spread and there was something around the head of my cock. It made my balls swell and the head of my cock swell even more. Then she put the pictures back, and her and her friend continued to draw my fantasies. Then al of a sudden the ring around the head of my cock and around my balls started to vibrate as well as the butt plug. I moaned and groaned and was squirming around a little. I felt like I was going to explode, but there was no way I was going to be able to cum with the restraint on. My cock was spasming like when I cum but nothing was coming out. It did this 4 times before my Mistresses returned and stopped the rings around the head of my cock and my balls. "You look like you where having fun slave. I hope you liked the pictures, you will be seeing them again," Mistress Nikki said. My arms where let down and I was forced to walk to something that resembled a padded sawhorse. I was bent over it and my ankles where attached to the legs and my arms where pulled down and forward and then attached in a way so that I was kind of leaning on my elbows. The edge of a bed was right in front of me. Mistress Nikki removed her thong and laid down on the bed and put her hot wet pussy right in front of my face. Her pussy was clean shaven except for a little strip just above it. She removed the ball gag and told me to eat her pussy. I obeyed my Mistress and I licked and sucked her pussy like it was my job. She was pushing my head down in to her wet snatch as her body arched and she climaxed over and over again. She told me to lick her ass too while I was down there. I started to tongue her ass and her pussy just like she told me. Mistress Stefanie was using the riding crop on my ass and legs while I was licking and sucking Mistress Nikki’s pussy and ass. She was also controlling the vibrating butt plug and the rings on my cock and balls. I wanted to cum so many times and so badly my cock and balls where hurting, but I was loving eating my Mistress’s pussy and ass. My cock spasmed 4 more times just like before but no cum came out because of the restraint. Mistress Nikki got up and came back wearing a strap-on dildo. She laid back down and forced it into my mouth and said, "You better learn how to suck cock good slave. You are ours." I have never touched a man sexually, let alone sucked a cock, but that would change tonight. After a couple minutes of making my suck the strap-on Mistress Nikki got up and pulled the butt plug out of my ass with out warning. My cock spasmed like before but once again the restraint didn’t let any cum out. Then Mistress Stefanie laid down on the bed. She still had on her thong. I was too aroused that I never noticed a growing bulge in Mistress Stefanie’s thong. I just glanced at her crotch which was right in my face and then all of a sudden Mistress Nikki slide her strap-on all the way into my ass, and turned on the vibrating rings around my balls and the head of my cock. "I know you liked that slave, I heard you moan and groan. Those vibrating rings have three speeds. They have only been on low so far, and you should have cum how many times?" Mistress Nikki said. "Nine," says Mistress Stefanie. "Good, are you having fun slave?" asked Mistress Nikki. "Yes Mistress," I reply. Mistress Nikki starts to fuck my ass as Mistress Stefanie takes off her thong. She has a huge cock. It is rock hard now and it is 7 inches long. She grabs my head and shoves her cock into my mouth and says, "Here is a real cock for you. Suck it good slave boy." I start to lick and suck her cock as I am getting fucked from behind. "Turn up the vibrating rings, lets really train and torture him," says Mistress Stefanie. The vibrating rings are turned up to medium. I start to groan and moan as I suck her cock and get fucked. "I am going to cum slave and don’t you spill a drop." Mistress Stefanie moans. She shoots a huge load into my mouth and I swallow every drop. My cock spasmed 5 times just like before. "That restraint is really doing its job. I’ve counted that you should have cum 14 times by now, but not one drop. How does it feel slave?" Mistress Nikki says. I couldn’t say anything because I still had Mistress Stefanie’s cock in my mouth. Mistress Nikki said, "I asked you a question slave You will be punished for that." With that she shoved a huge vibrating butt plug into my ass and turned it on high. Mistress Stefanie pulled her cock out of my mouth and shoved her cum stained thong in my mouth and then tied it in place. I moaned and groaned when the butt plug was shoved in my ass. Also they turned the vibrating rings back on medium again. My head was spinning with all the sensations in my ass and my cock and balls. "That will teach him to not answer me when I ask him a question." says Mistress Nikki. Mistress Stefanie was still sitting on the bed and had taken off her corset but still had on her stockings and high heels. The same thing with Mistress Nikki. Mistress Stefanie was playing with her cock and it was rock hard again. She got up and pulled the butt plug out and started to fuck my as hard. "This will teach him to disobey us." She said. Mistress Nikki was using a vibrator on her pussy right in front of my face. Then she put a dildo gag in my mouth. She kept the cum stained thong in my mouth and fastened it there with the gag. Then she slid her wet pussy onto the dildo that was sticking out from the gag. I could smell her wonderful juices and my cock and balls were on fire. The vibrating rings where turned up to high. My ass was getting fucked very hard by Mistress Stefanie and I was fucking Mistress Nikki with the dildo gag that was on me. My cock and balls where spasming now almost every minute it seemed like. After what seemed like forever Mistress Stefanie finally shoot another huge load. This time into my red ans sore ass. She pulled her cock out and put the huge butt plug right back in. Mistress Nikki had also orgasmed a couple times while riding the dildo gag on my face. She got off the bed and took the gag off me and the thong out of my mouth and put the ball gag back. Then they untied me and led me to a different bed and tied me spread eagle to it. I still had the huge butt plug in my ass and the vibrating cock rings on. "You cock and balls are so red and swollen with cum aren’t they?" Mistress Nikki said. "They sure are. He should have cummed 20 times by now. I bet he would love to have some release." Said Mistress Stefanie. They removed the vibrating cock rings from my balls and my cock and then removed the restraint. My cock was still standing straight up. Mistress Nikki then got on the bed and started to ride my hard cock as Mistress Stefanie made me lick her ass and suck her balls and cock. Mistress Nikki road my cock and stopped me from cumming 4 more time. I was still sucking Mistress Stefanie"s cock and balls. They turned the butt plug on high. "That is 24 times now you should have cum slave. Get ready for some release." Mistress Nikki said. She had orgasmed 3 times while riding me. She started again and this time harder and faster than before. She could sense that I was going to cum and she got off and made me cum into a container. My cock exploded when I finally was able to cum. I shot the biggest load that I have ever seen into that container. Mistress Stefanie then shot her load in there too. Then Mistress Nikki said, "Ok slave, drink up. Every last drop." With that she made me drink all of the cum that was in that container. When I was done both Mistresses kissed me very hard and my cock began to get hard again. Mistress Nikki then said, "You did good today slave. I hope you are ready for tomorrow and then Sunday as well. Hahaha. We are going to have some fun." They both left me there tied spread eagle to the bed. They removed the butt plug and put a blanket over me. Before Mistress Nikki turned the light off and left she said, "Goodnight slave, you better get a good night’s sleep because tomorrow you continue your training and serving me. Goodnight." The lights went out and I went to sleep.

The next two days to come later.

Surprise !!

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   Jaime and I were getting ready for bed. We had been married for over 20 years when Jaime confronted me,saying that our sex life was leaving her wanting. Sure, she said I cun regularly but there's something missing. We had had our troubles a few years ago, bith of us wandering from our monogamous life briefly and the strain of that had left us commited to a one on one relationship.
   Jaime is 44, very tall, over 6', with large full breasts and extremely large nipples. Her ass is to die for, two perfect half moons atop legs that semes to go on forever.Her lips are full and sensuous. Long blonde hair , deep blue eyes and a penchant exotic jewelry had kept me close to home except for that brief period
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in the past. I am 52, 6' tall, well-toned and fit for my age, riding a bike many miles a day and working out regularly.
    I asked her what she was talking about and then before she could answer I had an idea. 'Don't say a word' I told her, 'unless I give you permission'.That kind of apprroach  had in the past resulted in some high pitched words between us , b ut this tiem all she did was look down at the floor and nod. I went to her and gently stroked her hair ,, letting my hands trail down to feel her tits  and caress her waist and eventually her ass. As i ran my hands over her ass  and slid my fingers between her legs,feeling the heat of her pussy.Out of the blue, I slapped her ass,not hard but it surprised her. Another light slap to her ass, then another. Soon I had her laying across my thighs, her panties the only thing protecting her skin from my hand. As she reached back to try to ward off the next slap and the next I  caught her with my free hand, holding her tightly.'You shouldn't have done that. Now you'll just lose your panties.' That was met with a graon. I pulled her panties down and saw that her ass was beginning to have a pink glow . She squimed against my legs and I realized she wasn't trying to avoid the blows, but trying to rub her cunt against me. 
    'No you don't bitch' And I laid into  her a hard spnk that left my hand stinging. There was an imprint from my palm on the cheek of her ass. When I saw it I started in..one after another hard strokes, At first she grimaced with the pain,then stopped and relaxed her legs , gradually allowing my eyes free acces to her pussy. I saw she had shaved today, and was quite wet. the spanking went on. 'Do you have naything to say?'
    'All that ame out was one word, whispered,'More....'
    I told her she didn't make demnds. 'Stand up and turn around'.
She stood there, tears running down her cheeks, her breasts heaving with deep breaths. Her ass glowed red. I slapped her left tit, hard.Then her right. again and again the blows rained on her tits til they were also red and glowing. 'Stop,please......' she fairly begged. 'I'll do anything. Anything.'
    'I know, and you will bedoing some things tonight you hadn't expected.' 'Get on you knees and suck my cock, you cunt.' I thrust my dick ather face and she took my 7" into her mouth on one slurp. When she had settled down to a rhythm of sucking and throating me, I pulled out and ordered to the bed, to lay on her face. The spanking commenced again. slowly at first, then more forcefully and the pace picked up. As her ass took on a deep rich red blush I judged her ready.I pulled her to the edge of the bed, her legs over the edge. I took my cock in hand  and guided it to has asshole. 'No, not that' in more than twenty years I had never sampled her ass, but now was the time. My cock was as hard as I could remember it ever being, I slid my fingers into her dripping cunt, slathering hewr ass with her wetness and with one hard push I was in.I thrust in and out her hips soon meeting my thrusts trying to get more and more of my cock in her ass.I came in a shuddering explosion , my cum filling her and oozing out atround my cock. 'Suck my dick, bitch. Now.'
    I pulled out of her  ass and she turned and took my cock in her mouth, straight from her ass, sucking me dry.'Is there still anything missing?'
    'No dear. But  tomorrow we need to try a little thing I bought today at the leather shop.' She gestured to the closet, where I could see hanging on a hangar separate from the rest a black leather corset and hood. 'I'll be trying some spanking of my own tomorrow, but I bought some extra toys not knowing exactly what might be the most effective.' I considered the prospect and realized the idea of that fine woman wearing that leather corset and hood, stroking me with a cane or a crop was getting me hard all over again.' And I also picked up something for your ass' she said, indicating a bag on the dresser. A little strap-on action so you don't think you're always in control.......'

School Lunches (part 1)

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School">http://weblog.xanga.com/sandwich_man/652859701/school-lunches.html">School Lunches

This was probably my greatest fantasy in high school. For some reason I began to develop a bit of a fetish, and this story is a prime example. please comment so that i can see if i'm not completely crazy when it comes to this... if i get enough comments i'll post part two.

Only 5 minutes until lunch, I thought to myself as the clock began to tick down further and further. As Mrs. Miller continued to blather on in the background, my eyes couldn’t help but be glued to Casey. She’s probably every high school guys fantasy… long brown hair, golden brown eyes, an amazing s

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mile, perky petit boobs, and an ass that grown men would kill to touch. Today she had competition cheerleading after school, so she came to class dressed in her uniform.  Those firm boobs were pressed tightly against her red and black Bulldog top, and her skirt was dangerously up her thigh.  The second I saw her walk through the door at the beginning of the hour, I got instantaneously hard and stayed that way throughout the rest of class.

While trying to shift around so the world wouldn’t know that I had a huge boner, my eyes found Ashley. Ashley was raised in southern Mississippi and was your typical southern belle. She’s the kind of girl next door that everyone knows and loves. In spite of her squeaky clean image, her 36D breasts were about ready to pop out of the low cut blouse she was wearing. The second she saw me, she ran over to me and gave me a hug like always. She pressed every bit of her body against me, and I could has sworn she noticed the huge bulge in my pants, but she just smiled at me and took her seat two rows away from me.

Through the entire class, Casey and Ashley were passing notes to each other like always. They could hardly contain themselves as the teacher asked about what they were writing. Ashley said that since Casey was gone the previous class, she was informing her of the specifications of the “Religions of the World” project that we had due next week. I couldn’t believe that she actually bought it. I figured that they were just discussing what they were going to be doing that weekend after the cheerleading competition. I didn’t really think much of it.

After look at that clock for what seemed like an eternity, the bell finally sounded that it was time for lunch. And since it was a half day, I started to pack up my stuff and head for the door. I figured since it was a half day, and the cafeteria food sucks, that I would just eat at home that day.

I then felt someone’s hand lightly tap me on the shoulder. As my eyes trace up the perfect legs, I realize its Casey. “Hey Ben,” she said. “I know that we haven’t really gotten much of a chance to hang out since got busy with cheerleading again, so I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch with me?”

“Sure,” I replied. I wasn’t really hungry at the moment, but I’ve never been one to pass up an opportunity to hang out with a hot girl, especially one as hot as Casey. On our way to the cafeteria on the other side of campus, we run into Jillian. Jillian is Casey’s shadow in every way possible; her bright blue eyes are veiled by her light brown hair. With her tight body and cute face, she’s the kind of young girl that grown men don’t want people to know they fantasize about. When ever I saw her, she always seemed very shy, but some reason, she seemed almost giddy today. Casey and Jillian were whispering back and fourth very fast, but I couldn’t make any of it out.

We finally reach the doors of the cafeteria, and as I walked through the door, I had a girl on each arm. I started to make for a good spot at the table, but Casey pulls hard on my arm. She then walks past all of the tables in the cafeteria and goes into the kitchen. Jillian follows suit. I was confused as to why we were going back there, but I followed them through the thick wooden door.

“Casey? Jillian? Where’d you go?”

I jumped with a start as the door slammed behind me. “Take off his pants now,” said Casey, and Jillian immediately pushed me up against the giant metal table and started tugging on my jeans. They fell to the floor along with my boxers, revealing my semi-hard eight inch cock. “Get him ready for me,” Casey ordered.

“Yes mistress,” Jillian replied and immediately got on her knees, took my semi hard dick in her tiny hands and started to massage it. Feeling those warm fingers work themselves masterfully around me made me harder than I’d ever felt before. I could see the look of lust in her eyes as she really began to put force into her hands. The veins in my dick began to bulge as I saw her begin to bring her lips to the tip.

“How does he taste?” said Casey in a very authoritative tone. Hearing an outside voice brought Jillian back from the world she’d previously been lost in.

“Good mistress,” replied Jillian, as if she were a small child being rebuked by her mother for getting into the cookie jar.

“And why did you taste him without my permission?”

“Sorry mistress. I had no right,” she said remorsefully. Immediately Jillian got up and pulled a metal chair up to the table.

“I’ll forgive you just this once,” Casey said in an almost cold tone, “but next time, consider the consequences of your actions.”

“Thank you Mistress, you are so kind,” uttered Jillian.

Casey then sat in front of my spread legs as I sat on the kitchen table. “Close your eyes and focus on the feeling,” she said. For a brief while, I wondered what was going on, and then I felt a burning sensation on my dick. I winced and groaned. The pain seemed intense at first, but then the warm substance conforming to every bulging vein of my rock hard dick began to feel absolutely amazing. I could hardly contain myself anymore. The blindfold was then removed, and I saw Casey sitting in front of me with my dick covered with layer after layer of warm, melted cheese. She then wrapped two slices of warm bread around my dick, and seeing that little innocent girl with that sandwich in her small hands was by far the hottest thing I’d ever seen. She lustfully looked me in the eyes as she slowly inched my dick toward her waiting mouth. And then finally, she took 2 inches of the manwich in her mouth and took her first bite. It was as if my entire world had been turned upside down. Her teeth grazing against my dick felt almost painful but completely pleasurable at the same time. She continued to push me farther and farther in, eating away at the bread as she went. Finally all the bread was gone, and all that I had left on me was the warm melted cheese. She then slowly began to slip it in and out of her mouth. I had never felt anything so amazing in my life. She was sucking so hard I thought she might never be able to take me out. And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, she stuffed my entire eight inch, cheese covered hotdog down her throat. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “I’m going to cum,” I moaned softly.

Casey then bites hard at the base of my dick. “What the hell Casey?” I screamed.

“What gave you the idea that you had the right to cum in my mouth? You are not getting this for your pleasure, but for my nourishment. I have a cheerleading tournament later tonight and I’m going to need to get my strength up.”

All of the sudden, I heard the door knob slowly begin to turn. I started to panic… here I was, sitting on a table with my pants down in front of two underage girls. If the wrong person came in, they could assume the worst and I could go to jail… I grabbed my jeans and tried to hide my shame as the door slowly inched open........

Part 2 Coming soon if you email me about it at blacklight_33@hotmail.com