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teen sucker Although there were no set directions, they still felt like actors on a stage. With grace, Alex removed her jacket. They had both rehearsed this role in some form before. As he brushed her shoulder an electric current began to run through her body. Slowly the buttons of her top began to become undone. She glanced at Herman and saw his hands sitting in his lap. She turned to Herman and said "You've gotta take yours off too, you know. I want to see when you get it up. And just so we know what is possible, I need to know if your impotence is biological or psychological."

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She began that very night by urging her not unwilling husband to shave her twat until it was virgin clean. With the outside pristine, she demanded that the same be done for the interior. This of course had to be repeated to insure absolute cleanliness (and horniness) for the Wednesday to come, following her personal maximum, "The more, the better". When the showdown Wednesday finally arrived, Clarissa dressed to meet the challenge. Although Alex never paid attention to anything she wore, Clarissa woke up the 30 minutes earlier to dress for Herman. She began with a low cut lacy black bra and a matching black garter belt and stockings. Next came a sheer black silk sleeveless top and a short tight black skirt. So her students wouldn't be unduly distracted, she topped her outfit with a long white linen jacket. Though this was definitely blackmail, she thought it might be kind of fun.

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Herman continued recounting the university's policy about fornication on campus. Until this point, Clarissa didn't even know they had one. Her mind started drifting to visions of her and Alex standing on unemployment lines. Herman's next words brought her quickly back to earth. "I also know that you are both married, however, not to each other." Chivalry or not, she decided to take the bull by the horns. "What do you want?" Knowing that he had the upper hand, he quickly retorted, "So glad you finally asked." His bravura quickly faded when his explanation actually began. After a lot of uhs, and you-knows they found out that Herman did indeed like women, very much so. His problem was that he couldn't get it up. "In exchange for my silence, I would like the two of you to give me a little lesson on how it's done. To insure you use your best teaching methods, I will add that if I don't get an erection while watching, I will have to inform all parties about your activities. I noted that Wednesday afternoon is the usual time for your rendezvous in the library, so I have scheduled a private seminar in the lab next week. I trust that you will be there."

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One of the worst things about having graduated to the "Real World" some years ago is the thought of work. Used to be that when I felt like blowing off a class and getting stoned and listening to music all day while sucking down beers was the norm. Now, it's hit that alarm at 6:30 in the ayem and crawl to the office. Face it, if you don't do it, you get shit-canned, end of discussion. Sometimes, of course, the things that happen at the office make all the annoyance of having to get up at some ungodly hour and dragging your ass in worth it. Usually, it's something simple like writing a particularly clever program or getting a bonus or single-handedly convincing a customer to buy off a system that isn't quite ready. Then there are the *other* times, like what happened at work last week. Okay, so it's the summer. Summer used to be a time to hang out at the beach, maybe take a few easy classes (you know, shit like "History of Ancient Civilization" or "Figure Drawing and Painting"), etc. Now, it's merely another set of days in an office with no windows staring at a recalcitrant PC, trying to figure out why it's refusing to malloc memory for me. Of course, there are some good things. The atmosphere is great. It's a really small place...only 15 people if you include our part-time receptionist, and they leave me alone. Anyway, during the summer, we typically provide work for the bosses' kids. That's pretty par for the course at any engineering outfit (probably at other places too, but I can't comment on it from personal experience). In this case, that means our VP's daughter. Her name is Chrissy. She's a cute blond with a nice rounded ass and medium-large tits. Most of the time she wears a faded pair of jeans and a tee shirt. Now, you can rave about lingerie all you want, but to me, there's *nothing* sexier than a faded pair of jeans (a holdover from some experiences in my college days -- I may even let you in on the one of these days), and Chrissy looks great in them. She's even about my height, which is unusual. I'm about 5'10", and the average American female is (I think) 5'6". Anyway, the combination makes her look *much* older than her 16 years. We normally hang out while I wait for my programs to run (one problem with doing low level robotics is that you actually have to wait for the hardware to move and do things before you find out if it bombs) and talk. She's fairly bright and very personable, so we got to be reasonably good friends, despite the 12 year difference in our ages. Anyhow, Monday last week Chrissy cornered me in the kitchen at the office and asked me if I would show her how to "do it" (don't blame me...that's *her* terminology). She wanted to learn how to do "everything," and she wanted me to "teach" her. I was more than a little tense at first. After all, she was a good 12 years my junior -- we're talking genuine jailbait here -- and her mom was one of my bosses. But Chrissy convinced me by throwing her arms around me and rubbing her tight, young body against mine. She started kissing me, deep, hot kisses with lots of tongue action. I could feel her nipples poking out through her shirt, and a familiar tightness was beginning in my pants. "What the fuck," I thought, "I can only get fired once." My hand crept up under her shirt to her tits. They were young and firm, and I really was getting into it. But we were only in the kitchen! In between kisses, I gasped, "We can't here...we have to go somewhere private." Chrissy agreed and followed me into one of the bathrooms. They aren't big, but there's more than one, so nobody would really notice if one was in use for a lengthy period of time. Also, they have lock on the doors, which feature I very carefully used. "The first thing," I said, "is we have to be *quiet*." She responded by kissing me again. This time, I went full force with her. The two of us were getting really hot and heavy. I lifted up her shirt and undid her bra. Ahh, bless the kind soul who invented the front-closing brassiere! Uncovered, I could see that her tits were as young and smooth as they had felt. The were milky white, without a single scar or pull. Her nipples were small, but already stiff and pointy. I cupped one in my hand as we started kissing again. Chrissy grasped my hand as I rubbed her tits up and down. My mouth migrated down to lick and caress her teen-age nipples. Chrissy sighed as my lips closed on the stiff pink knob that topped her breast. I stopped after a moment, noticing how she was gyrating her hips. If I had kept up much longer, she would probably have cum in her jeans. So I stopped and whispered, "Now we have to get naked." She started to undo my pants, but I stopped her. "You first." Chrissy kicked off her sneakers and removed her shirt and bra. Then she unzipped her jeans and stepped out of them. She was wearing a tiny pair of pink cotton panties, with just a few wisps of blond pubic hair poking around the edges. Slowly and teasingly, she slipped those off two, so that she stood before me, nude except for a pair of white socks. My eyes swept down her smooth form. Chrissy smiled a shy little smile and giggled as my gaze locked on her crotch. Her pubic hair was fairly sparse, leaving most of her young twat in view. I could see her pink pussy lips almost clearly. "Lesson one," I said, "Is jerking off. I'll do you first." With that, I went up to her started kissing her again. Her body was rubbing close up against mine as I dropped a hand to her virgin cunt. Her thin bush was barely noticeable as I started moving my fingers up and down her slit. For someone as horny as she was, she wasn't all that juicy, but as I rubbed her twat, she got wetter and wetter. My finger slipped between her pussy lips. They pulled on my hand as I stroked up and down, bringing Chrissy to the very edge of orgasm. Chrissy stopped kissing me and bit her lower lip as I twiddled her tiny clit in my fingers. I took one finger and pushed the tip into her pussy. I poked forward until it was buried in her twat. Then I rubbed my palm rapidly over her little love-button until she started pumping her hips up and down. She was just about ready to cum, so I sped up. She gasped and her entire body shook as a huge orgasm started in her snatch and sped throughout her body. I slowed down to a gentle stroke until she had stopped quivering. When she was recovered, we kissed some more. Her firm body pressed up against me, and I said, "Your turn now." Her hand ran down to the bulge that was threatening to burst my pants. She massaged it gently, as if afraid of hurting me. "Go ahead," I urged, "Open up and feel it." She unzipped my pants and lowered them to the tiled floor. She grabbed my dick, looking at it. "Here," I said, guiding her hands. "Hold it like a stick and rub up and down slowly." I flinched once or twice when she squeezed too hard or twisted my prick the wrong way, but she got the hang of it pretty fast. I steadied myself as she rubbed her hands over my cock. The sight of a young cherry like Chrissy jerking me off was almost more than I could stand. but I wanted to make this last as long as possible. She looked up at me, batted her blue eyes, and asked me, "How will I know when to stop?" "You'll know," I assured her. "But I'm getting tired." We solved that problem by having her kneel on the floor while I sat on the edge of the toilet. That way, she could stroke my cock without getting too tired. The waves of sensation as she rubbed my prick were almost too much. Without any urging on my part, she used her other hand to play with by balls. I could feel the cum building up as her inexperienced hand roamed up and down my rock-solid prick. I started to push my cock into her fist. She instinctively sped up, keeping a steady pressure on my rod, lubricated by the pre-cum that was oozing forth from the hole in ever greater amounts. Chrissy's hot little fist moved over my dick until I couldn't keep it back any more. Chrissy was surprised as a thick stream of cum shot out, but she kept her hand wrapped tightly on my rod as my nuts pulsed forth their contents. She slowed down as my hot cream coated her hand, but kept stroking up and down, each tug of her fingers drawing forth more of my sticky sperm. Finally, she looked at me. "Did I do it right?" I smiled weakly at her. "You did great, Chrissy." She was looking with fascination at my spent prick and the cum that was hanging in sticky threads between it and her hand. I was seized by an inspiration. "There are two things you can do now," I suggested, "You can clean up, or we can do it right." She unquestionably wanted to do it right, so I had her rub some of my cum onto her tits. She giggled a little, but agreed. Her little nipples stood up again as she massaged my sperm into them. I also suggested that she taste some. She brought her semen-drenched hand to her mouth and gingerly stuck her tongue into it, as if expecting it to bite. When she discovered that cum wasn't deadly, she licked it off of her hand. Then she wanted to know what to do next! Oh, to be eighteen again! "We'll do more tomorrow." I needed to recover. She pouted, but agreed. I suggested that she could work on playing with her twat overnight. In fact, she could start right now if she wanted...but Chrissy was just a little to shy to fingerfuck herself while I was there. The next day, Chrissy wanted to know what we were going to do. I told her I would teach her all about oral sex. She didn't look all that happy at the idea, but I managed to convince her that it wasn't too bad a thing. Once again, we locked ourselves away and stripped down. We stood there kissing, and Chrissy was just as excited as I was. Shit, probably more so; this was a new experience for her. I could feel her tits firm and aroused against me, and she had her young hand wrapped around my stiff prick. She pulled and tugged on it, letting her fingers do the walking. I responded my rubbing my fingers in and around her slit. Chrissy's cunt was already wet and ready to go, and I could feel that her clit was erect and excited. The aroma of hot young cunt rose up and filled the room. I started running my tongue down her body. Chrissy tits were incredibly responsive as my lips pulled on her pert nipples. But I didn't remain on them for long. Gently, I had Chrissy sit on the edge of the sink and spread her legs. I knelt in front of her and dove into her pussy, licking furiously. Her virginal cunt quivered as my tongue parted her pussy lips and sucked up her juices. I stuck my tongue just a little way inside her twat, preferring to keep her tight and ready for future work. Then, while I was tongue-fucking her, I reached around and started pulling on her ass cheeks. Chrissy squirmed a little, but it was a good squirming. Chrissy's pussy cream was almost sweet. I lapped at her twat eagerly, trying to get as much of her cunt covered as possible. Occasionally, my tongue would dart out to cover that little sensitive area between her snatch and her asshole. I ran my fingertip around the rim of her anus, just to see how she would react. She sighed a little, but didn't say anything. Chrissy's legs were spread as wide as she could get them. Her pussy lips were full and pouting and she was moving her ass around on the sink as I ate out her snatch. Her tasty cuntal juice was smeared all over my face and her inner thighs. She moaned softly each time my lips and tongue sought out the button of her clit. I kept up a steady licking and she started to pump her hips up and down in time with my motion. I flattened my tongue out over her firm little clit and bobbed my head up and down. Chrissy's breath started coming in sharp gasps and she grabbed my head and tried to stuff my face into her hot snatch. The juice from her twat got thicker and started to run down the crack of her ass. I sped up, until Chrissy's entire body shook as my mouth stroked her into a throbbing orgasm. I brought her down slowly. I kept licking her still-shaking pussy lightly until she had calmed down. I stood up, stretched and looked at her. There was a glow in her face, and an enormous smile. She looked at me with adoring eyes. "Are you ready for the second part?" I asked, gesturing towards my cock, standing stiff and pink. She sat up and wrapped her hand around my dick. "How do I do this?" she asked, stroking lightly. "Start by licking it gently all over," I said. "You can play with my balls a little too, if you want. When you're comfortable, take it in your mouth. Then let it slide in and out. Suck gently with your lips. Lick it, especially around the tip...and *don't* use your teeth." She giggled a little and knelt down. She stuck her tongue out of her mouth and touched it to the head of my cock. Then she stopped and looked up at me. "What do I do if you...well, what if you...?" "If I cum, you swallow it. It won't hurt you. It's the same stuff you tried yesterday, remember?" "Oh. Okay." She went back to licking my cock. Chrissy's tongue was hot and wet and rough as she ran it up the full length of my rod. It felt so good that I almost shot my wad all over her face right then and there. She started to run her mouth tentatively over the head of my prick. Timidly, she started to lap up the pre-cum that oozed from the hole. After a bit, she got bolder and started to kiss my dick gently up and down the length. She even used her hands, too. While she was licking my prick, she asked, "How much goes in my mouth?" "As much as you want," I said in a strained voice. Duh! Here I was trying not to blow my load too quickly and she expected me to be coherent. Oh well, she *was* just learning. Chrissy kissed my swollen balls and then licked and caressed her way back to the head. Then she let just the tip of my prick enter her mouth. She ran her tongue teasingly around the head and let her lips slip a little further down the shaft. When then entire head of my prick was in her hot mouth, she began to bob her head back and forth over my prick, each time taking just a little more in. It would have been too much to expect for her to try and deep-throat me, and indeed, she stopped going any deeper when my cock got close to the back of her mouth. Still, that was marvelous. She was inexperienced enough to not know how to make me cum, so I was able to keep from shooting my sperm. I watched my prick slide in between her pink lips. Chrissy's eyes were closed, and she was making gentle glubbing noises every time she took my cock into her mouth deeper into my mouth. She switched back to licking my prick, which was oozing heavily my this point. She worked her way down to my balls and took them into her mouth one at a time. Then, she started licking and sucking slowly up the length of the shaft. By this point, I was so close to orgasm that actual cum was dripping from the tip of my rod onto her face. Chrissy bent back to sucking my rod. As she moved her head back and forth, I started to thrust against her face. Chrissy choked a little at first, then learned to open her mouth around my cock. She kept her cheeks and tongue tightly pressed against my dick. My stiff prick rammed up against the back of her throat. Finally, I couldn't deal with it any more and let fly with the largest cum I could ever remember having. Huge spurts of hot semen shot out into Chrissy's mouth. She was surprised enough to let my rod slip a little, so that some of my load dripped out of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. Chrissy swallowed the cum in her mouth and smiled at me. She tugged gently on my prick and asked, between licks, "I did it right?" The look of that young girl with my cum running down her face, and the pressure of her eager fingers, brought forth one final spurt of cream from my nuts. It caught her in the face, and I said, "Wonderful." Chrissy giggled and licked my cock clean. The next day was a big one. "Are you absolutely *sure* you want to go through with this?" I asked her. She nodded. "I want to lose it to you." "We'll have to take a few precautions," I said, pulling a condom out of my desk. I'd purchased it especially for this. She didn't think we needed one, but I convinced her otherwise. You *can* get pregnant on the first try, and while I was willing to fuck her, I didn't want to knock her up! Chrissy and I locked ourselves in company's the conference room late in the day. We stood there kissing deeply. Her tongue and mine joined in a mating dance. I slipped my hand into her pants and started to finger her pussy, which was already wet and ready Within a few minutes, I had her jeans and panties off. She looked incredibly cute in a sweatshirt and socks and nothing else, and my cock was bulging heavily in my pants. I lifted her onto the table and bent down to lick her snatch. Chrissy spread her young legs wide as my tongue ran up and down the length of her virgin slit. Her clit was standing erect, and her pussy cream was flowing thickly. I put the tip of my tongue in the bottom of her twat and wiggled it up to her clit. Chrissy sighed as I flattened my tongue out and ran it over her cunt. Her thin, blond pubic hair tickled my cheeks as I ate her. Her sweet cream ran down to her pulsating asshole, and I let my tongue dance around her little puckered anus to get every drop of her juices. She was just about ready to cum when I stopped eating her twat. Instead, I stood up and pulled out my aching prick. Chrissy watched in fascination as I unrolled the rubber down over it. She leaned back and spread her legs as wide as she could. Her cunt was glistening and pink with eagerness. I placed the tip of my cock on her slit and rubbed lightly up and down. Chrissy had a look on her face that could best be described as extreme eagerness. She was shifting her hips back and forth as the tip of my dick spread her pussy lips. Suddenly, with one quick thrust, I shoved my cock all the way into her twat. Chrissy gasped with the sudden pain as her cherry broke. Her snatch clenched tightly around my rod. A few tears leaked from Chrissy's eyes, so I bent forward and kissed her lightly. "It only gets better from here," I said. I started pulling my cock out slowly. When only the head was in, I pushed forward again. Chrissy's cunt was about as tight as you'd expect from a 16-year-old who'd just had her cherry popped. So I was extra gentle as I pushed my prick inside her. After a few minutes, she started to actually enjoy the feeling. Her pussy juice started to flow again, and she started to smile. Chrissy and I fucked slowly on the table. Every time I thrust my prick into her juicy twat, my swollen balls would slap up against her asshole. She started pulling me into her, until the two of us were screwing at high speed. Her snatch was tight and wet and hot, and she was really enjoying it. I got carried away in the sensations that Chrissy's cunt was creating. I started shoving my cock up inside her as deep as I could. Chrissy started breathing heavily as I pounded away at her pussy. She was sliding back and forth on the table and occasionally moaning softly into my ear. She grabbed my ass and started to pull me onto her, trying to get me as deep as possible. I felt the familiar sensation of sperm boiling out of my nuts toward my cock. I rammed my cock to the hilt into her snatch until the cum started to pulse out of me. I pulled out before the rubber could leak inside of Chrissy's tight twat. Then she surprised the hell out of me by reaching down and rubbing her cunt. I watched enraptured as her fingers roamed up and down her pussy. She tickled her pink clit and brought herself to orgasm. Her pussy cream oozed from her contracting snatch, coating her cunt lips and asshole. I traced a finger around her pussy lips and anus. "Tomorrow," I said, "The last thing to learn." Chrissy was curious about what I meant. But I refused to say anything. By the time the next day had rolled around, she was burning with excitement, without even knowing what we were going to do. Still, she was surprised when I took a small jar of Vaseline out of my pocket. "What's that for?" she asked. "You'll see," I replied, leading her into my office and locking the door. I lifted her skirt up to her waist and pulled off her panties. As we kissed, I started to finger her snatch. Only the day before, it had been virgin, but after we had fucked I felt that I could really go at it. So I poked a finger deep inside her twat. She was still very tight, but she was getting nice and wet quickly. Chrissy spread her legs a little to allow my hands room to play with her cunt. At the same time, she reached down and pulled out my cock. Her warm teen-age hand closed around the shaft and she started to rub up and down, using the pre-cum that oozed from the hole as a lubricant. I rubbed her cunt a little faster, trying to get her as aroused as I could without making her cum. I could feel her pussy lips firm up beneath her almost non-existent bush. They were full and ripe and thickly coated with her cream. My fingers brushed her clit gently, and she gasped and tried to get my fingers up inside her twat. I cupped her smooth ass in my hands and pulled on them. I tugged them apart slightly and ran my finger around her asshole. Using her pussy juice as a lubricant, I stuck just the tip in. Chrissy giggled a little, but didn't object. That was good, because I was going to put something bigger than my finger in there! I turned Chrissy around and had her kneel on the floor and bend over. A flawless white ass surrounded her puckered brown anus. Making sure that my fingers were well coated with Vaseline, I started to lubricate her asshole. Chrissy actually seemed to enjoy my fingers tickling the rim of her back door, and she was shifting back and forth across the table. I stretched her rectum a bit with my fingers, massaging it gently. I poked one finger into her asshole, slowly going deeper until it was all the way inside. Chrissy's anus tugged and pulled, and she giggled again, but she didn't try to stop me. I grabbed another handful of Vaseline and rubbed my prick until it was at full attention. Then I placed the head of my cock right on her asshole. Gently, I started pushing my dick forward. Her anus stretched around my rod as it went it. I only pushed until just the head was up inside her ass. Then I withdrew until my cock was *almost* back outside. I pushed my cock back in and pulled it out repeatedly, each time letting a little more go up inside her tight asshole. Chrissy grimaced once or twice, but never said a word of complaint. Finally, I had my cock all the way up her inside her ass. I glanced down, and I could see her tight hole stretched around my cock. The Vaseline was making a greasy mess of her pale ass cheeks. Chrissy started to rock back and forth in opposition to my motions. My prick was moving smoothly in and out of her ass and it felt utterly glorious. Her butthole was super-tight around my dick, and every time she clenched her anal muscles I could feel my prick being squeezed delightfully. As I ass-fucked Chrissy, I reached around to her cunt and tried to play with her. Her twat was smooth and wet, and she was obviously getting into having a cock up her ass. Soon, her hand joined mine in fingering her snatch. She was doing a better job than I was, so I let her do it. I started to fuck her ass faster and faster. She was breathing heavily, and was getting closer and closer to cumming herself. I shoved my cock all the way in in one deep stroke. Then, pulling it almost all the way out, I did it again. With every thrust, Chrissy started getting more and more turned on. She started fingering her clit directly. Suddenly, her entire body went rigid as she came. I kept up the speed and rhythm. With one titanic thrust, I started to shoot gobs of thick cum up inside Chrissy's ass. My jizz filled her rectum, and oozed out of her dilated anus as I pulled my spent rod out. Chrissy's eyes glowed with gratification.

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Administrator — Wed, 29 Oct 2008 17:14:58 +0000

Jack was the baseball instructor for Camp Wanamaro. As a specialist, he enjoyed perks the regular counselors didn't, like more time off in the evenings and less time with the crabby kids. This was Jack's third year at the camp, and he had earned a reputation as being quite friendly ("Considering he's a New Yorker..."), someone you could talk to about camp or personal problems. He enjoyed this status and found it easy to maintain. The one thing he lacked at camp was a summer romance. At 23, he was older than most of the other staffers, who were either just starting college or finishing high school. There were a few older, more mature people whose company he enjoyed, but there had never been any special girl. Until now. Linda was the new gym instructor. Although the first thing Jack noticed about her was her gentle laugh (he had his back to her at the time), the second characteristic that caught his attention was her fantastic body. At 5'7", 110 pounds and a 35-23-34 figure, she was the epitome of feminine athleticism -- supple, firm, graceful. Her short- cropped blonde hair reminded him of Peter Pan, but there was nothing boyish about the rest of her. Linda was 21, finishing her degree in Physical Education at York University in Toronto. Jack discerned that she was bright as well as pretty. The similar nature of their specialties helped them become friends. Once in while they would go for a walk, but he was a bit threatened by her attractiveness. Linda was out of Jack's league and he was content just to chat with her. Jack did not have a great self- image, even though he knew he was a good physical specimen and had a brain and a sense of humour. Still, when it came to women... Three weeks into camp, the owner threw a party for the staff. He hired a bus to take the group to a local pub for food and music. Everyone looked forward for the chance to get away from the kids and unwind. The staffers were decked out in their (relative) finest. For many that meant clean jeans and only slightly dirty t-shirts. Most of the time everyone wore shorts or bathing suits, so it was a bit strange to see them with "clothes" on. Jack picked out Linda from the crowd. She looked splendid in a pair of semi-snug pale blue jeans and a white gauze long- sleeve shirt. She smiled at him as she passed on her way to the bus. He could smell her freshly laundered skin and hair as he cursed himself for being such a coward. The party went from 9-11:30, which gave many of the younger staff, drinking for the first time, ample opportunity to get smashed. Jack and Linda sat with a group of older staff and chuckled over their colleagues' pie-eyed behaviour. Linda and Jack danced a bit (quite well, they decided) and enjoyed each other's company. One of the other counselors approached her a few times, wanting to dance. Mitch had a reputation, too. He was a notorious ladies man, at least in his own mind. Linda danced with him once but declined future requests. When it came time to return to Wanamaro, Jack was one of the first on the bus, ensuring a choice seat. The rest of the staff soon staggered on. When Linda got on, she took a seat across the aisle from him. Jack casually suggested, "maybe you better sit here" indicating the window seat next to him, "otherwise Mitch will probably bother you the whole way back." She heeded the warning, squeezing past him onto the seat. Sure enough, Mitch boarded, looked for her, and glared at Jack when he saw them together. Case closed. Several days later the director threw the season's first camp social. Linda was there, wearing a sleeveless summer dress. It was strange to see her in such attire, Jack thought, after days of sweats and shorts. It was a nice change. Toward the end of the social, with only the senior kids in attendance, Linda asked Jack for a dance. By that time, most of the kids were sitting outside the rec hall, bored, wanting to return to their bunks. The two specialists went around while the DJ played some disco. When the record ended and was replaced with a slow number, Jack thanked Linda and started to move off. She placed her hand on his arm and asked "How about one more?" He was a bit surprised but happily complied. He put his arms around her slim waist. The room was hot and Linda was covered with a fine sheen of perspiration. She pulled him closer against her warm body, as she said quietly "Don't be shy, Jack." He felt her warm breath against his neck as they moved to the romantic tune. Thankfully the lighting in the dancehall was subdued, so they didn't have to worry about prying eyes. Linda positioned herself so Jack's leg was between hers and pressed even closer. He panicked as he felt the stirrings of an erection and prayed the music would end before it became evident to her. But she kept him right against her. He felt her nipples harden and push through the thin material of her dress. He tentatively slipped his hand down to her firm ass and was just about to squeeze it when the song was over. As Jack began to pull away, Linda looked up at him with dreamy eyes and leaned up for a kiss. He couldn't believe that Linda, the most desirable girl in camp, was kissing him! The DJ announced the final song of the evening, another slow tune. Linda looked at Jack and held out her arms. Jack enwrapped her tightly. Their lips touched, her mouth opened slightly. This time, he caressed her ass, pulling her closer. Her tongue entered his mouth and swirled against his own. She pressed her tits against him and Jack could swear he heard her moan quietly. But as they were still in the midst of children, they kept our heads. When the lights came up she gave him a final peck on the cheek and said goodnight. Jack ran to the showers to try and cool off and reflect on what had happened. The next morning, on a break between classes, Linda sought out Jack to tell him how impressed she was with the way he had acted at the staff party, and how he "saved" her from Mitch. "Sharon (her co-staffer) and I were talking about you and she thought it was a very gallant gesture. We were thinking about what a nice guy you are and isn't it a shame you spend so much time alone. I just wanted to say thanks." "Is that why you kissed me last night?" he asked "The first time. But that got me more interested. Maybe we could spend some more time getting to know each other. Why don't you meet me at 9:30 at the treehouse?" The treehouse was a structure near the entrance to the camp, always empty for some reason. The day dragged by. Every time they passed, Linda would wink at him. After dinner Jack showered, trying not to be too obvious about his plans. In such a small camp, the mere act of taking a shower was cause for suspicion. When 9:30 finally came, Jack forced himself to walk slowly to the treehouse. "Psst. Up here." Linda was already in the structure where she probably got a good laugh at his stumbling down the darkened road on this moonless night. Jack scaled the rope ladder and Linda hauled it up after him. She was wearing a pair of wide-legged fleece shorts and a tank top underneath an unzipped sweatshirt. "Have a seat, don't be so formal," she said as she held out a can of contraband beer, still cold from the stream the ran behind her bunk. As he sat on her opened sleeping bag she stretched her slinky frame, "Boy, what a hard day it's been. Chasing after the 7-year-olds for three hours. Then the oldest girls come in and flop on the mats with their trashy paperbacks and nail polish. I feel so tense." "Maybe you'd like a little neck rub?" Jack proposed, hoping the dryness in his throat wouldn't make his voice crack. "No," she said. "I think I want a little neck-"ing". She slid next to him and kissed him. Her hand fell immediately into his lap and reached for him burgeoning cock. She grabbed the shaft and started to rub it through his shorts. Jack slipped his arm around her waist to pull her closer. Things were moving very quickly, he thought, as he moved his hand under her sweatshirt to happily discovered she wasn't wearing a bra. She grabbed his other hand and pressed it to a hot, throbbing tit. He tugged at her growing nipple and she gasped, "Suck it," lifting her tank top over her sumptuous mounds. Jack lowered his head for a taste. It sprang fully erect at the touch of his tongue. Linda pulled Jack to her other aching tit for equal time. His tongue ran in outward circles around her juicy aureoles and back in again concentrically. After several minutes of this, Linda said "I want your tongue somewhere else now. Eat me. Eat my pussy!" Could this be his angelic Linda talking, the sophisticated, well-read Linda? She pushed his head down between her tanned legs but he decided to tease her a bit first. He stroked her muscular thighs, caressing the firm flesh and began to slowly kiss his way up her bare feet, licking her calves and behind her knees. She started squirming, grabbing at his shoulders, trying to pull me to her honeypot but he stayed the course. He was in love with Linda's upper thighs and spent several minutes kissing them, nipping her skin between his teeth, inching closer and closer to her fragrant cunt, sliding his fingers under her shorts to diddle her pussy lips. She was amazingly wet as he slipped two fingers inside her. "That's it," she cried, "Use your fingers. Fuck me with your fingers!" Jack pumped his fingers in and out of her wet hole, vibrating his thumb against her clit. She stiffened as she came for the first time. Jack descended on her with my mouth. Her juices were flowing as he hungrily lapped at her thighs and cunt. She was squirming harder and harder as she came again. Jack was just getting harder and harder. "Aghhhh, yeah!! Eat me, Eat my hot pussy! EAT ME, LICK ME, FUCK ME WITH YOUR TONGUE," Linda groaned. Jack could only pray no one was in earshot of our lovenest. "Ohhhhh, Godddd, yessssssss!!!" she hissed, as she started another series of climaxes. After a few minutes she whimpered, "No more. Get up." Jack obeyed as she yanked off his shorts and grabbed his rock- solid shaft. "I want to do you now. I want to suck your cock. I want to make it slick and pump your cum down my throat. Does that sound nice, Jack? Would you like me to do that to you? Would you like to cum down my pretty throat? Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do." Jack felt embarrassed by Linda's dirty talk, but he needed relief. "Yeah, Linda. Suck me. Take my big dick in your mouth and get it good and wet. Make me cum. I'm gonna give you a big load. And if you can't swallow it all, I'll just have to cum all over your sweet face." "Oh, God, yes. Do it." She flicked her tongue over his dickhead. The combination of the cool night air and her hot lips created an intense sensation. She nibbled her way up and down the shaft before taking his heavy balls in her mouth. She licked her way back up and down before licking the palm of her hand. Wrapping her fingers around his cock, she began slowly pumping. Jack warned her he couldn't take too much of this, if she wanted to get fucked good and hard. "The night's still young," she whispered, with a smile. She took his eight inches into her wet mouth and kept it there while her tongue ran up and down its perimeter. "I'm thirsty," she said, popping his cock out of her orifice. "And I want to drink from your thick straw. Something hot and a lot of it. And I want it NOW!" The sight over her kneeling suppliantly before him sent Jack over the edge. He grabbed the back of her head with both hands and pulled her back to his cock, fucking her face. When he felt himself getting ready, he told her "I hope you're really thirsty, honey. I hope you're ready for the big gulp." She pulled back to say "Give it to me, Jack. I want you to cum...in my mouth. You have to cum in my mouth!" Her head bobbed a few more times. "Come on, do it," she moaned, pumping his dick. "Do it to me. CUM FOR ME!!" "Yeah, baby, here it cums. All for you, all for your sweet mouth," and with that he began the most intense orgasm of his young life, spewing shot after shot of hot fluid down Linda's throat. When it began spilling out of the corner of her mouth she pulled back, so he projected streams of cum onto her beautiful upturned face. After she swallow what she had in her mouth, she stuck out her tongue for some more, licking the heading as Jack continued to empty his balls. Her hands were working furiously on her pussy as she started to cum once again. When Jack was spent, she rubbed his cock around her face to collect what cum she could and slipped it back into her mouth. She looked up at him lustfully as she continued to suck and massage his balls. Jack had never returned to form as quickly as he did now, but she was fantastic and deserved a good fucking. As soon as Jack was hard enough, he pulled Linda to her feet and ripped off her tank top and shorts. "Turn around," he grunted, "Put your hands on that branch." Linda reached up to the tree slightly above her head. Jack tied her wrists with the torn shirt. He reached around and grabbed her throbbing tits in his hands. After several minutes of desperate kneading, he reached for the beer can. Good, still cold. He poured the beverage down the front of her hot body. She jumped as the coldness ran down her chest, making her nipples harder than ever, and on down her tight stomach to her pussy and legs. Jack bit the back of her neck and pressed his cock against her ass cheeks as he squeezed her tits again. She thrust her ass back at him as he slid it back and forth between her crack. He ran his hands up and over her tits, kneading them like bread dough. She moaned her appreciation and turned her head to him, mouth open. Their tongues battled furiously as he grabbed his cock and pressed it against her cuntlips. She thrashed against him as he fucked her with everything he had. Her breathing become more and more erratic as she gasped her way to another series of orgasms. After several minutes of pumping, with the cum forcing its way through his cock, Jack pulled out of her and sprayed all over her gorgeous sweaty ass. He kissed her hard while he freed her from her bonds. She collapsed in his arms, sated and exhausted. They dressed, the cum still shiny on Linda's ass, the sweatshirt substituting for her ripped shirt. He walked Linda back to her bunk, gave her one last long kiss goodnight, and somehow made it back home before crashing to the bed. "Gee," Jack's last conscious thoughts before sleep overtook him. "And the summer's only half over."

My friends secretary

Administrator — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 17:23:51 +0000

Ann is in her early forties, approximately five feet five inches tall and very well proportioned for her size (34C-23-35), with beautiful legs, which she takes every opportunity to show off. After my promotion, Ann became my secretary. Almost immediately her work habits became sloppy. She was habitually tardy; sick at least one day per week, etc. After some time had gone by, I reprimanded her and she promised to do better. After a few months of excellent work, she slowly slid back to her previous ways, which were totally out of character, based on my previous dealings with her. One afternoon Ann asked to go home early because she had a migraine headache. I let her go and decided that I would again have to talk to her about her work habits. However, that afternoon something happened that made me even angrier at her. She had misplaced the file of our largest account. A problem had developed after she left for the day, and when I looked for the file, it was missing. I called Ann at home and told her to report to me at the office the next morning, a Saturday. After she'd voiced several complaints and excuses as to why she could not make it, I told her to be there if she valued her job. She agreed to meet me. When she arrived, she was wearing skin-tight jeans and a silk blouse, her blond hair was piled on top of her head and her face was expertly made up, as always. During our conversation I became very stern with her and she became increasingly bitchy. Finally, I said that she deserved to be punished not only for her poor work, but because of the way she was acting. While she was saying, "No, you wouldn't do that," and "No, you can't," her eyes were saying, "Yes, yes, yes!" Suddenly, I realized that what she really wanted was to be dominated and humiliated. I ordered her to stand up and walk over to my desk. She refused to do so, saying she would not allow this to happen to her. Her nipples, however, had become erect and were poking against the sheer material of her bra and of her thin silk blouse. I told her that her punishment was going to be harder because of her refusal and that if I had to go over to her, she would regret it very much. Slowly she rose from the chair and walked over to my desk. I ordered her to remove her jeans and blouse, which she did very slowly. I chided her for her reluctance, telling her that her punishment was going to be more severe. After she removed her outer garments, I made her turn around so I could gaze upon her. Her breasts were beautifully shaped, with long, hard nipples; her stomach was flat and looked strong; her legs were beautiful and her ass was ample. After my visual examination, I reached up and, through her bra, pinched one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, and pushed her so that she fell into a bent-over position across my desk. I commanded her to pull her panties down to her knees, which she did without hesitation. I could see drops of pussy juice on her pussy lips, and I asked her if she had ever tasted her own pussy juice. She said no. I accused her of lying and swatted her ass with my hand, leaving my handprint on the cheek of her ass. She then admitted that she had tasted her own juice while she masturbated. I instructed her to masturbate for me. As she slowly ran her fingers over and around her clit, I became more and more aroused and started spanking her. I started with small swats on each ass cheek, grabbing a handful of her ass with each swat. Gradually, I increased the tempo of my spanking, and she increased the tempo of her masturbation to coincide with it. Suddenly, I stopped spanking her and she turned her face toward me and said, "Please don't stop." She confessed to her desire to be punished, which explained her poor performance at work recently. She implored me to spank her harder, saying, "Hit me harder, please, I want you to spank me. I've been very bad." With that, I ripped off her bra and placed a file clamp on each nipple. She screamed and moaned from the pressure on her nipples as I jiggled her tits from side to side. I made Ann bend over my desk again and removed my clothes. I took my belt and fashioned a dog collar around her neck. The leftover end of her "collar" reached her ass and could be used to continue her spanking. I instructed Ann to suck my cock, which she did without complaint. As she eagerly took my cock into her mouth, I resumed spanking her, this time with her collar. Her ass was raw and bright red, and her nipples were turning blue from lack of blood. I ordered her to remove her nipple clamps by pulling them off. While she deep-throated me, she slowly pulled the clamps off her nipples. I stopped spanking her, spread her ass cheeks and sank my cock into her cunt. She moaned and asked me to fuck her hard. I turned her over onto her back so that her ass rested on the edge of my desk. She wrapped her beautiful legs around me and returned each thrust of my cock. I took one nipple in my mouth and gently sucked and bit it as we continued our thrusting. As I continued fucking her, I grabbed her tits, pushed them together and up toward her mouth. She knew I wanted her to lick her own nipples, which she did without hesitation. I removed my cock from Ann's warm pussy and crawled on top of her, sliding my cock between her tits. I resumed my fucking motion as she started licking the head of my cock as it poked between her tits. Suddenly, I could control my orgasm no longer and plunged my cock into her mouth. She swallowed my cock as my come finally shot out. She tried to swallow all of it, but some ran out of the corner of her mouth. Ann wiped the excess come off her mouth and neck with my cock and then licked the come off my cock. I got off her and turned my attention to her cunt. Her ass was still resting on the edge of my desk, so I hooked her legs over my shoulders and buried my face in her beautiful pussy. I sucked her clit and flicked my tongue over it. After several minutes of my clit sucking combined with my two fingers sliding in and out of her cunt, Ann screamed with a mind-blowing orgasm. From that incredible Saturday on, we have continued our relationship. Ann agreed to be my submissive, masochistic mistress. She is punished regularly with either a belt, whip or rod. She has had her nipples pierced and wears small gold hoops in each. She is not allowed to wear any undergarments while working; however, she may wear selected pieces of lingerie when we are away from the office. Ann and I have grown very close over the last eighteen months, and she will do anything I order her to do.

Perfact shaved pussy

Administrator — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 14:57:44 +0000

California has it's fair share of cold, wet weather. Perhaps not as bad as some areas of the country, but then, you wouldn't be riding a motorcycle in December if you lived in Minnesota either. It WAS cold, and wet, and raining like hell that dark December evening, and I WAS riding a motorcycle, a Honda CX500 to be exact, home from work. I was looking forward to getting home to the apartment I shared with Tanya, where she would be waiting for me with warm dry clothes. Thursdays were the best. My four-day week ended, giving me three days to enjoy, and it meant that Tanya's weekend started. I hated her graveyard shifts, but it did mean we relished the nights we actually slept together. As I finished chaining the little 500 to the carport's support beam, I looked up to the third floor to see the warm inviting light coming from the apartment. Feeling a warm contentment, and thinking about cuddling by the fire with her tonight, I slogged into the building. In the stairwell I could feel cold dampness down my back and front, where the rain-suit leaked. My feet were cold and the socks were drenched. Yes, a fire was definitely going to feel good. The door was unlocked and I eagerly entered the apartment. Tanya greeted me from the small kitchen where, I knew, she had heated some dry clothes in the oven (creative no?). She smiled and waited as I took off my rain jacket and then gave me a quick hug and kiss, not wanting to get too wet. Tension drained from me. Just looking at her made me feel warm and happy. As she opened the oven door to fetch a tray of warm clothes, she apologized to me by saying "I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't get the laundry done today, so all I could warm up was your bathrobe and some clean underwear." I laughed, thinking that it would save us time later tonight, not having to get undressed. I would still have fun "peeling" her out of her jeans, and unlacing the lace-up top she was wearing. Tanya continued "Karen and I went shopping today and stayed out to late to get any laundry done." Wearily I replied "That's ok. I'm not going out in this again tonight." As I took the soft warm bathrobe from her, she seemed hesitant to speak, as though she had bad news." "What?" I asked. "Karen's still here." She said quietly. With a nod, "In the living room." Tanya's best friend was fun to be around, but she had this tendency to stay long into the evening, and I wanted to spend this one quietly, cuddled in front a fire, teasing, kissing and caressing Tanya. If Karen was here, there was doubt that we'd have that fire. As I walked back to the bedroom, I stopped by the living room door to say hello to Karen who jokingly told me that I had to be dry before she'd give me a kiss. I thought about that kiss as I dried and dressed. Karen's kisses were very nice. Her soft, full lips were warm and inviting. Each time we'd kissed before, her lips seemed to promise untold pleasures. I wrapped the robe around me, its warmth bringing feeling back to my chilled skin. The underwear I dropped in the drawer after seeing that they were the ones that always seemed to fit poorly. The robe was long enough to wear modestly if I kept a mind of how I sat and the sash was tight. The dry socks warmed my feet as I returned to the living room. The gals were talking about the latest movie "hunk", and I turned the heat up to about eighty degrees, to keep me from chilling. Karen looked at me as I came out, and stood as I approached the sofa. "Hi short sweet 'n sexy!" She said, joking because she was almost six feet tall to my five eight. We kissed, briefly, as we always did, her lips soft, warm and inviting. As I turned towards the sofa and moved past her she playfully cupped one of the cheeks of my ass, making me jump with her unexpected touch. Everyone laughed, and Tanya poured some coffee for us all. The next hour blured as the girls mostly talked about watching "hunks" and clothes, and "weren't-some-of-the-new-fashions-terrible?" type talk. At some point, the discussion turned towards dating and sex. Karen can be quite -- graphic -- at times when discussing sex. I felt a familiar sensation begin deep down, and worried that the bathrobe alone would not prevent a new topic from entering the conversation. Karen asked "Is it really warm in here?" "I'm a bit warm too." Tanya replied. "How high did you set the heat?" I told them that I set it high, planning on cutting it back when the chill was chased away from me, but turn it down if you're too hot. Karen stood up and grabbed the bottom of her sweater, cross armed. "That's ok." She said. "I don't need this heavy of a sweater." As she pulled it up over her head, the light blouse she was wearing rode up her lean tanned stomach, and over her full, braless, breasts. She quickly recovered as first Tanya, then I cheered her with catcalls and teases. "Get your jollies?" She asked me. "No," I said, "Not a long enough look!" Tanya made some comment about wishing her tits looked that good under a blouse without a bra. In truth, I thought her tits were terrific. They were full enough to need a C-cup bra, with dark nipples that peeked through if she wore light colored tops. Karen's were larger, with large dark nipples but the effect blended too much with her naturally tan skin. Somehow Tanya introduced the fact that I liked the way her tits and her nipples looked in a tank top, especially when her nips tried to peek through. She chided me, saying that "all men" liked tits larger than hers. "Not true!" I said. "I like yours because they're beautiful." Tanya asked if I'd put my money where my mouth was, betting her that I'd prefer her with bigger tits. I agreed, but qualified by saying that every woman wanted bigger tits, like most guys want longer cocks. Tanya stood up and whispered something to Karen who giggled and nodded her head in agreement. Both girls walked over in front of the fireplace and stood facing me. "Ok smarty." Tanya challenged. "Who's tits do you like best?" As soon as the challenge was issued, the girls pulled their tops over their heads, standing topless in front of me. "Ummm, Ahhh, I, ummmm," came my stammered reply. "I, err, still like yours better." I hoped my answer would satisfy her and change the subject, as my body was responding to the presence of these semi-naked women. I knew that this line of conversation would doubtless prove that a bathrobe alone is not the best thing to wear in the living room with guests. Tanya gave me a look that said she thought I wasn't being honest. Karen simply returned to the sofa and sat down, not bothering to put her top back on. Tanya came over and stood right in front of me, looking down, not saying a word. I looked up at her, topless, past her tits and saw a playful gleam in her eyes. My gaze shifted to her nipples, seeing that even in the warmth of the room that they were becoming erect. Several wordless seconds went by before she chuckled and said "Ok, you've proved it." She leaned down and patted my lap, where a distinct bulge had creeped up in my robe, before she sat down on the floor across from Karen and me. "Ah, aren't you girls going to put your tops back on?" I asked nervously. "It's too warm." Tanya replied gleefully. "Besides, you have something better to look at?" As she said that, both girls laughed. Karen spoke up, and asked Tanya if she had ever shaved her pussy for a narrow cut swim suit. As they talked about shaving themselves for the newest swimsuit, I had to work multiplication figures in my head to keep what was going to be a tremendous erection from making an appearance. As my rod began to deflate, I heard Karen saying "... it feels good in bed and really turns guys on." Tanya looked at me, and I said I had been "distracted" by other thoughts, and what were they talking about anyway? Tanya and Karen giggled. I looked at Tanya, searching for an explanation. Karen "explained" in the best manner she could. Standing, she quickly unfastened her courdory pants, dropping them to the floor. Stepping out of them easily, I gazed longingly at her long tanned legs and thighs. She was naked before me, uninhibited, and smiling. Pointing to her bush, she said "This is what we were talking about!" Tanya saw that I didn't understand, so she had Karen sit down and spread her legs open, to show me that Karen had shaved the tender areas between her thighs. I stared, not believing the brashness of these women I thought I knew well. Karen's pussy was shaved so completely that not one hair remained between her thighs. Her pubic bush was nicely trimmed, but it ended just above the beginning of her slit. Someone said something, but I was staring at Karen's pussy lips, seeing a hint of a moist sheen. "I SAID, would you like me to do that?" Tanya repeated her previous query. I looked up at her, and said that I'd definitely like her to do that, if only I got to shave her! Ever since we started living together, I'd been trimming her golden bush, which ususally got her excited. A game we played, where she would be naked, with me dressed to accentuate her nudity, while I trimmed her bush to perfection. Karen stood, and, giggling, led us to the bathroom where Tanya quickly got out of the rest of her clothes. As she sat on the edge of the tub, I watched Karen lather Tanya's pussy from my shaving mug and brush. I placed a fresh blade in the razor as Karen finished. Looking at Tanya, I could see a freckling blush between her breasts, and she looked down, noticing that my robe had parted in a strategic place. My cock, quite successfully, was straining to part the robe's overlap. As I moved towards Tanya, Karen noticing my arousal, pulled the sash of my robe, and quickly pulled the robe from me. Now the three of us were naked in the bathroom, Tanya's pussy lathered up and ready. As I knelt Karen assisted me with my delicate task, offering advice, and helping keep the sensitive skin taut. As we finished, without a single accident, Tanya's breathing was heavy, and the flush between her breasts was now turning to a noticeable pink. We rinsed the soap from her pussy with warm water, and both ran our hands over her lips, looking for any stubble we might have missed. I could feel the moistness on her now naked labia as I stroked her pussy. Her hips moved reflexively as we caressed her. Her mouth open, she was breathing heavily, trying to look at her freshly shaven area. Karen touched her clit lightly and Tanya jumped as if a tiny electric jolt had hit her. Handing her a mirror, she examined herself. Amazed at her smoothness, she ran her hand down, exploring, touching, and arousing herself. "You'll find you're much more sensitive." Karen remarked casually. "I know!" Tanya answered. "I almost came when you touched my clit." Karen picked up the shaving mug, and whipped a lather up, spreading it on her bush. Tanya stood up, as Karen sat down in front of me, spreading her legs as she said "Since you're there, why don't you shave me all the way?" Incredulous, I looked into her passionate brown eyes, and saw that she was serious. Tanya urged me on, and the first stroke of the blade removed a sizeable patch of Karen's light brown hair. She leaned back, supporting herself on the far edge of the tub, as I shaved the rest of her mound clean, Tanya, this time, helping to keep her skin taut. As I finished, I saw that Karen's pussy had become, not damp, but very wet, from our touches. Then I rinsed Karen's pussy, Tanya poured some baby oil into her hands, and began to rub it over the freshly saved mound of her friend. I sat back and watched as her hands rubbed not only the freshly shaved area, but between the tanned thighs. Karen's face told me how good this felt, so I followed suit on Tanya by oiling her freshly shaven pussy. When Karen stood, Tanya sat down, pleading for us to shave her pussy bare. We obliged, and soon her soft golden triangle was a memory, as we rubbed more oil into her skin. Her pussy was fully wet, not only with oil, but her own juices. I told both girls to walk around the house, and show off their naked pussies. Giggling, they fairly skipped into the living room, and put on a show for me, Karen eyeing my rigid pole. Tanya delighted in comming up close to show me her shaved cunt, pulling away as I leaned over to kiss it. Karen was spreading her lips, showing me how wet she'd become when Tanya disappeared down the hall. When she came back, Karen was sitting on the floor, legs spread, showing me how slick and wet her pussy was, spreading a sheen of wetness over the area her bush once covered. Tanya sat next to me, laughing at Karen's bold display. "Let me trim your furry cock and balls" She said, displaying a pair of blunt nosed scissors. I leaned back as she placed a towel under me, and watched in fascination as she began to trim the hair around my cock. Karen sat up and leaned on my left thigh, watching too. My cock was aching to be touched, and as Tanya moved it to my left, out of her way, she pointed it right at Karen. Karen seemed to draw me into her mouth without moving, and I delighted in the soft warm wetness of her mouth. Tanya started clipping around my cock, using a comb to keep from trimming me bare, not minding that her girlfriend was now sucking my cock. As she finished one side, she handed the scissors to Karen and took over for her. Tanya licked and sucked my shaft as Karen repeated the clipping. Shortly, my curly hair had the appearance of a developing teenager, parse and somewhat shorter than normal. I heard a spray can's hiss and suddenly a cool foam was placed on my balls, being rubbed around between my thighs. The fragrace was not really pleasant, but the girls had me so aroused I didn't care that the depilatory was applied without warning. We showered together, soaping each other's newly hairless areas and then drying each other off. As the girls came out of the bathroom, I waited on my knees, kissing each bare pussy in turn, using my tounge to probe around their very accessable clits. We all went into the living room, sitting on the sofa again, grinning and giggling excitedly. Tanya couldn't keep her hands off my smooth, hairless balls, and kept rubbing and tounging them until they were shining with her saliva. I watched Karen, rubbing her pussy, getting herself even hotter as she watched us. I had Karen sit on the corner of the sofa behind me, as I slid down and turned my head up to tounge her glistening lips. I felt an engulfing warmth over my cock as Tanya took it deep into her mouth. Her hands still touching and caressing my smooth balls. I caressed Karen's smooth tanned thighs as I tried to bury my tounge inside her, lapping the deliciously thick creame from her. She felt slick and wet, my tounge gliding over her sensitive pussy. Tanya interrupted, demanding her turn with my tounge, and the girls switched positions. Before Tanya was settled, Karen wrapped her lips around my cock and slowly took all of my seven inches into her mouth and throat, her nose tickling what sparse hairs were left just above the root of my shaft. I let out a long moan, feeling my cockhead on the back of her throat. My moan caused Tanya to look at Karen. "Can you show ME how to do that?" She asked like a small child wanting to see how a magic trick is done. Karen slowly lifted her head, taking her time and pressing her lips down against my swollen purple shaft. Halfway up, she murmured "Um-Hmmm", then slid down to the root of my cock in one swift move. I threw back my head and grabbed Tanya's thighs, dragging her visibly moist slit to my mouth. Roughly, my tounge found her hole and plunged inside, tasting her, trying to probe her depths. Karen was slowly working my cock as I furiously tounged my girlfriend's bare pussy. I ran my tounge down her slit, teasing around her rear, then back up her moist lips, flicking my tounge back and forth. Karen, let go of my straining rod, and spread her legs wide as she then lowered herself onto me. The suprise, and feeling of her wet womanhood engulfing my cock drove me to new heights of passion and carnility. I realized I wanted them both, to bury my tounge, my finger, and my cock in every place I could. I wanted to cum with them all night, over and over, flooding them with my juices as they were doing to me. My hips rose to meet Karen's ass as it drove down on my cock. Her flesh rippled as we slammed together. Her movements quickly became a rapid series of short jumps, each time letting her body slam back down against my hips. I was tounge was flicking over Tanya's clit ferocicously, my chin wet with her, her breathing loud. I suggested we move, and Tanya quickly laid down on the sofa, as Karen sat on the arm above her head. I plunged into Tanya, her cunt so wet I met no resistance. Leaning forward, I tounged Karen's sopping slit, lapping up the pearls running out the bottom. I continued to fuck Tanya, feeling a welling up in my balls. My thrusts coming long and deep, my cock swelling inside her. Just as I was about to burst, she reached down, pulling my cock from her wet tunnel, and squeezed it hard at the base, cutting of my orgasm. "Not yet." She panted. "Don't cum yet." I didn't care. I wanted them. I wanted to feel this craving lust all night. So, apparently, did they. As we got off the sofa, Tanya led the way into the bedroom. The steamy heat from our earlier shower still hung in the air. We stopped along side the bed and kissed. First Tanya kissed me, then I kissed Karen. These were deep, lustful, carnal kisses, with our bodies pressed tightly together. There was the briefest of pauses, then Tanya turned and kissed Karen. The same kiss she'd given me. Lustful and deep. I watched, my cock rigid as steel as I watched "my" Tanya kissing another woman. Smaller and lighter than Karen, she seemed to melt against her flesh. Her legs came up and wrapped themselves around the taller girls waist and legs, her hips thrusting forward to rub her clit against Karen's stomach. I felt something wet run down my back. As the two girls parted, I could see a sheen of perspiration on their arms, their backs, and beads running down their breasts and stomachs where skin met skin. I leaned forward and licked some of the wetness off from the groove in Karen's stomach, followed by a small salty bead running down Tanya's right breast, hanging stubbornly against the side of her nipple. As we climbed into bed, I heard Tanya whisper to Karen, "I want to TASTE you!" and Karen's reply of "Oh, yes! I've wanted you for so, so long!". I sat back and watched as they lay together, caressing at first, kissing each other lightly on the lips. To my suprise, it was Tanya who made the first agressive move. She lowered her head and took a nipple into her mouth, while her hand moved down Karen's belly and parted her thighs. She sucked that large nipple hungrily, teasing it inside her mouth with her tounge. Her hand slid into Karen's wet and waiting pussy, moving slowly in and out. Karen's back arched as she responded to Tanya. I could see Tanya press her tits tightly against the girl's arm and side. Tanya withdrew her fingers and sat up on her knees, her body covered with a wet shine, and brought her hand to her lips. She looked Karen right in the eyes as she licked the her cream from her fingers like a rich sauce. She looked at me and smiled as her hand again dove into Karen's pussy, turning her hand and pressing up against the girl's downward thrusts. The lights were on only in the bathroom, throwing a faint light in the bedroom. Sitting on her knees, with the light reflecting off the light sheets, I could see the shadow of Tanya's pussy-lips, distended and spread wide between her spread thighs. As she moved slightly I could see the top of her shaved slit, exciting me even more. She again withdrew her hand, bringing it to her lips, but this time she stared me in the eyes and smiled as she licked cream from her fingers. She saw my lust, and then lowered her hand, rubbing the gooey cream against her nipple. Karen reach up, grabbing Tanya by the shoulders, pulled her quickly down to her mouth and kissed her long and hard, pinching her creamed nippled and squeezing that tit. Tanya lowered her hips to the bed, rubbing her bare pussy against the sheets. "Now you're going to see what it's really like to be eaten." Karen breathed in a deep husky voice. "I want to make you cum, and cum, and cum!" She rolled Tanya over on her back and quickly knelt along side of her, burying her face in Tanya's shaven muff. Tanya gasped as she felt the the hot breath and tounge explore her pussy. She lay still for a few moments, as she smiled and squeezed her tits together, toying with her nipples. She looked over at me, slowly stroking my rigid, purplish cock, opened her mouth and sensuously flicked her tounge, asking for my cock in her mouth. As I slid over to let her suck on my cock, I could see that we were all covered with a slick layer of sweat. Tanya's breasts, shiny and inviting in the dim light, glimmered as she breathed. Karen's smooth tanned ass, seemed perfectly formed, without blemish. Tanya's hand guided my cock down into her waiting mouth, stroking me to her lips. Karen's ass was much too inviting, so I slipped my hand between her thighs and caressed her wet bare mound. Her moaning from between Tanya's thighs told me she wanted more, so I slipped three fingers into her sopping cunt, using my thumb on her swollen clit. She pressed back against my hand, burying my fingers all the way in her slick wetness. Wet, smacking noises came from the area of Tanya's cunt, and from her mouth on my shaft. Wet noises also came when Karen plunged back against my hand, and I could feel her juice beginning to run down to my wrist. Tanya stopped sucking me and moaned softly, her hips moving in a rhythmic motion. I pulled my soaked hand out of Karen's snatch, and moved closer to Tanya. Lifting her shoulders, I slid behind her and wrapped my arms around her, one low by Karen's shoulder. My hand, still covered with Karen's cream cupped Tanya's left breast, caressing it wetly and gently. I started to whisper into Tanya's ear. "I want you to cum". I breathed, exhaling my hot breath right into her ear. "I want to watch her tounge your naked, shaved pussy ... her cum on your breasts ... her soft lips wet with your cream ... I want to see you wrap your legs around her head like you do to me ... cum for her ... cum for me .... cum for us ... we want you to cum so we can taste you!" Her shouts were high pitches O's, repeated over and over as she spasmed again and again, nearly doubling over with her efforts. Karen kept her going for what seemed like and hour. Her cries breaking into sobbing laughs as she kept cumming. Finally, as Karen lifted her head, Tanya fell back against me, still crying her O's, but humming them more than saying them. Karen's face wasn't wet, it was soaked with cum. Her cheeks, lips and chin shined as if someone had oiled her face. She moved up to join us, and I grabbed her by the hair, pulling her to my lips. We kissed, her tounge showing its fatigue. I pulled away and began to lick the cum from her chin and cheeks, tasting a delicate sauce like no other in the world. Tanya lay smiling on the bed, arms across her breasts and my arm. She looked up a Karen and said softly "I never Dreamed it would be this good with another girl! You're SO GOOOD!" We smiled, and I moved so Tanya could lie back. Karen asked her if she had the strength to help make her cum. Tanya replied that she did if she didn't have to support herself, but strangely she was still VEERY horny and wanted to do this all night! Karen then had Tanya lay crosswise on the bed, and lowered her pussy to an eager mouth. Tanya lapped at the naked cunt before her, tasting the juices. "Hmmm, you taste good." She purred. After licking for a few minutes, Tanya craned her head back to me and licked her lips. "Just don't sit there," She commanded, "get over here an her!" She didn't have to ask twice. I moved up behind Karen, straddling Tanya's head, and slipped easily into her drenched snatch. As I slid deeper, Karen moaned, and as I pulled back, Tanya breathed in a sexy, husky voice "Yesss, shove it deep her. Let me taste her cum from deep inside." I moaned then, just as Karen did again. I leaned forward to cup Karen's tits, but found Tanya's hands were already busy, squeezing, cupping, flicking nipples with her thumbs. I slid in and out of her wet juicy pussy, pausing on each outstroke as Tanya licked her cum from my shaft. As I plunged deep Tanya would lick that bared clit, then flick her tounge over my smooth balls. "C'mon, FUCK me HARD!!" Karen shouted. "Grab my ass and FUCK ME!" I continued my pace, while Tanya licked her clit. I could feel her hips moving to a faster rhythm until all at once she shuddered and slammed back on my cock, moaning softly. We all waited. Then Karen began to pump my cock slowly, feeling it inside her. "Now I'm gonna make you CUM a LOT!" She said. "I'm going to fuck you nice and slow until you shoot your nice hot cum in my cunt." Now I changed my pace. I moved forward, and grabbing her hips, pulled her ass back into me. My thrusts quickened, as I felt a rising, bubbling, hot volcano building inside my balls. Tanya, alternated between licking my bare balls, and letting her dirty mouth edge me ever closer. "Oh, I can see you really FUCKING her!" Tanya's voice fairly dripping with lust. "I'm gonna wait until you're about to CUM ... then I'm going to suck your balls ... I want to feel them in my mouth when you cum." "Yesss, Fuck me hard and fast." Karen added. "Cum deep in my pussy. I want you to fill my wet slit with your cum!" I felt my balls tighten up, my ass clench, and remembered that eons ago in the living room Tanya had shut off one orgasm. "C'mon babe," Tanya crooned. "Give us your cum. Cum in her pussy. Deep in her hot cunt. Pull out and shoot it all over us both." I plunged hard, shoving my cock deep into Karen's steaming cunt. Somewhere off in the distance I heard a woman's voice cry out, and another distant voice saying "Shoot your JISM, shoot it in her cunt". My head swam, my hips bucked as I felt a stream of cum erupt from my straining cock. Then another long spurt. Hands on my hips ... pulling me back ... Karen moving forward .... cool air on my hot, wet cock. I opened my eyes as Karen moved away, and Tanya pulled me back. Looking down, my cock free, I watched as Tanya's hand reached for my pulsing shaft, as more hot jism shot from my cock, a stream of glistening white flowing over Tanya's cleavage, tits, and stomach, Some landing on Karen's shaved cunt-lips only a few inches away. Tanya grabbed my cock and bent it down to an unnatural angle. The pressure this caused sent a shock wave through my body as another surge of cum welled up; broke free; and splashed into her mouth. Tanya arched to get more cock in her mouth as she pumped me against her lips. My hips shoved, driving my cock deep into her mouth, as I blasted more cum into her now red-hot mouth. Spent, I pulled out of Tanya's mouth and watched her greed as she pulled Karen's hips back over her to lick the white globs of cum from her shaved, cum-drenched pussy. Karen rolled off after a moment, and turned towards Tanya. Tanya sat up, wordlessly and moved alongside of me. Karen followed, even in the dim light, I could see Karen's mouth part, her tounge ready for a passionate kiss. Too, I could see Tanya's smile, as she pushed Karen back down on the bed in front of me. She grabbed me and pulled me down with her, and inches above Karen, her mouth open for a kiss, I watched as the cum flowed from Tanya's mouth into Karen's. It seemed like minutes, but a second and a half was drawn out in slow motion. Tanya's tounge between her open lips, cum dripping from it, then she bent and kissed Karen long and hard. After a bit, I could hear swallowing noises as their lips remained locked. My cock was now fully hard again, even after a monumental orgasm, and I grabbed Tanya's face and pulled her to my lips, kissing her roughly, tasting my slightly salty cum on her tounge. I let go and leaned over, kissing Karen the same way, suprising her that I would tounge her with my cum in her mouth. We all laid down and cuddled for a while, caressing and stroking each other. Kissing delicately, lovingly. Fingers tracing small patterns and outlines on damp flesh. Later, we started again. This time Karen urged me to cum inside of Tanya so she could eat it from her pussy. We repeated these performances many times, adding various new thrills, various locales, and once, a third girl. All in all, Thursdays are still my favorite day of the week. These women are something special. They love sex. They love giving and receiving pleasure, both to men and women. They are able to let go of their inhibitions as easily as dropping their clothes. They are lovely, graceful, beautiful women, and are as "proper" as anyone could want -- until you get their passions aflame. Then they open themselves to their own lusts and desires, freely giving pleasure to others, not afraid to show their lustful selves. Sex is 70% psycological, 30% physical. They've learned to let the larger portion of the effort to be driven by their primitive carnal desires, channeling them to give pleasure to others, so that they receive the same. We parted many years ago, but I still hold them close to my heart for many reasons. There is no doubt in my mind that what we shared will bond us together forever.

Cruel bondage sex story

Administrator — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 12:11:43 +0000

Angelica was still there, waiting anxiously. She held and had been examining the gag that Stacy had worn, but when Jim emerged from the office, she quickly put it down, away from her. The lady guard sat at the desk, seeming to be busy with paperwork. "Am I still to help with this?" Angelica asked, as if fearing that she had been eliminated from the plan. "Of course, we will have you sign all the papers in a moment, and then we will swear you in as a deputy." "Do I get to wear a badge, like in the Westerns?" asked Angelica with a flirtatious smile. Jim returned her smile. "No, no badge, but since you are helping with a law enforcement matter, it is required that you be a deputy of a U.S. Marshal." "Do I get to carry a gun?" she asked. "No, no gun," replied Jim. "Come, on, let's get this paperwork out of the way so we can get to work. You said that you had six days free?" "That's right," said Angelica, standing up, and making sure that her white blouse was properly tucked in, she reached around her back to neaten up. "Then we will limit your deputation to that time. Also, there are several other papers to sign, putting you under my jurisdiction, and that will be it." Jim opened the door to the Colonel's office, and ushered her in. The Colonel met them both at the door, and shook Angelica's hand after she offered it. "I am Angelica Perez," she said. She stood proudly with her breasts out, awaiting instructions. Realizing that he was expected to lead the proceedings, the Colonel took her arm and ushered her to one of the two chairs in front of his desk. Jim and Angelica sat down. "Angelica, I have been asked by Jim, in his capacity as a Federal Marshal, to witness your deputation. Also, I have several papers here that Jim has requested me to have available in order for him to fulfill his mission to find the slavers that are operating in Mexico, and to locate and secure the release of Mrs. Renee Wentworth. "I have reviewed his plan, and I think that it is a good one, one that may work. Your role is both critical and heroic. Are you willing to work on this case, as Jim has requested?" "I am proud to serve in this capacity," said Angelica confidently. "I have personal reasons for seeing these horrible crimes stopped." Her voice quivered. The Colonel looked at Jim and nodded. It seemed that Jim had stumbled into a particularly helpful and motivated volunteer. "Good, Miss Perez. Please stand up," said the Colonel. She did so, and Jim also rose. "Do you solemnly swear to be deputy of the United States Marshal Jim Fredericks, and uphold the laws of the United States of America?" "I do," said Angelica. "I hereby appoint you a deputy of a U.S. Marshal," said the Colonel, and he signed a paper, and put a notary seal to it. "Sign here, please." He handed the paper to Angelica, who signed it. "Also," said the Colonel, "we need the following documents signed. These will facilitate your cover here in Mexico, and help us to draw out our targets." He handed her the Confession of Judgement, and the Consignment for Detention documents, and said, "Sign here, on the bottom of these last pages." Each document was several pages long, and Angelica did not bother to examine them, or to even see what they were titled. Without hesitation or doubt, she signed both of the two documents. She did not realize that she had confessed to the crime of smuggling cocaine, and that she had been consigned for detention to Jim until such time as he turned her over to the Mexico Prison for Women. "Good," said Jim. "Angelica, you will be posing also as prisoner, but instead of being a witness, you have confessed to involvement in the slavery ring after you were arrested on a drug charge. Your confession about information regarding the slavery ring was given to us in return for a lighter sentence. This information will be given to the press by tomorrow morning. We will, of course, use an assumed name for you in the press release, but your photo will be distributed to the papers. It is our hope that this will lead the slavers to make an attempt to break you out of prison, or assassinate you, in an attempt to find out what information you have imparted. "Obviously this will be the dangerous part. But tonight you will spend the night in the hotel room with Stacy and I. In the early afternoon, there will be a hearing that you will attend, and it will be widely publicized." "Very well," said Angelica. "Since I am to be a prisoner, will I go handcuffed, like Stacy?" "Yes, you will," answered Jim. "If there is nothing else," said the Colonel, "I have quite a bit of business to take care of. Jim, we will be expecting to hear from you. I know that another agency is involved here, but nevertheless, if you need us to help, please call." "I may need to make use of your holding cells again tomorrow afternoon, depending on how things go," said Jim. "Fine, just call ahead first, so we can make sure that we are ready for you," offered the Colonel. All three rose, and there was an awkward silence. Angelica moved for the door, then looked at Jim, as if she expected him to put the handcuffs on her right away. Angelica stood underneath one of the lights that were on the Colonel's office ceiling. Despite hours of work in the air, her blouse was still white, crisp and fresh. Her skirt hugged her hips intimately, and flared just above the knees to where the skirt came to mid-calf length. Angelica's curled tresses fell about her shoulders. Her high heels with the straps made her posture somewhat strained, but she was used to it, and it added an overall sexiness to her appearance. Both her hands were clasped in front of her, nervously. Jim spoke. "Colonel, will you please ask the guard to bring in my things from the outside office?" The Colonel picked up the phone and spoke briefly to the guard. "I notice that you are wearing two rings. They would be safest here in the Colonel's safe along with your confession and consignment documents." Angelica removed them, and handed them to Jim as if they were her last remaining possessions, and her last vestige of freedom. She then pulled a small key out of her belt. Jim took it. "I had forgotten about this. Good, Colonel, this is the key to a locker in the airport that contains Miss Perez's purse, passport, and other belongings." Jim handed it to the Colonel. He put it along with the rings in a plastic bag, and then wrote the contents down on a slip of paper, and asked Angelica to sign. "Why does it say 'prisoner's signature' where I am supposed to sign?" asked Angelica, taking in a sharp breath. As if in answer, Jim took out a pair of bright nickel handcuffs and handed them to her. She took them, not knowing at all what to do. The metal hefted solidly in her hands, and she examined the unforgiving workmanship that went into their making. "Put them on, behind your back," said Jim, with a smile. "Handcuff myself!" exclaimed Angelica, laughing. "Don't I need the key?" "I thought that you said that you had been tied before?" inquired Jim. "I said that I had been tied up, but that was with rope. I have never been handcuffed!" "Well, to answer your question, you don't need the key. See, they just open up, even though they look locked. Then, they just ratchet shut on your wrist." Jim stepped forward to demonstrate. He took the 'cuffs from her and opened one of them, then gave them back to her for her to open the second one. The Colonel watched the instruction period smiling. When Angelica had opened the second 'cuff, she experimentally closed it about her left wrist, but too loosely, then moved them around her back, and was searching for the best way to close it onto her right wrist when the door opened. It was the female guard, and she carried the leather octopus binding, and the leather prod gag.

Office sex

Administrator — Sat, 02 Aug 2008 16:26:57 +0000

Dear Diary: I've been here a month now so I guess I'd better catch up on some of the things that have been happening. OH! I haven't met my TRUE LOVE or anything like that, but I sure have been having fun. In spite of what the women at work said, I did go out with one guy from work. Well, I 'sort of' went out with him. Wait. You'll see as I explain what happened. You see, after I had been there a couple of days he called me in to take a letter. I hadn't seen him before and when I did, well I just about flipped. I honestly wondered why on earth he wasn't a movie star. I'd met attractive men before, but he was something else. Everything about him just fit together perfectly. His face was handsome and the body it sat on was terrific!! His shoulders were broad and his hips narrow. He moved with the kind of gracefulness that seemed part animal. His pants were tight enough so that I could see the bulge of his cock and that looked every bit as great as the rest of him. Just looking at him started a warm moisture in my panties that I squirmed around on the seat. Of course he noticed the way I was staring at him. Hell, he would have had to been blind to miss it. I suppose he's conceited as hell, but looking like that, there isn't much he can do about it. His eyes grazed over my body taking it in, but I wasn't registering. He just gave me a kind of blank look and started the letter. I was kind of pissed at his lack of interest. And disappointed too. So I crossed my legs and let him see all the way up my skirt. He took a long look at my legs, and then continued to dictate!!! Well, at least he had noticed me, so I felt somewhat better. After we finished, it was time for lunch and I hoped that he would ask me to have lunch with him. I concentrated on it hard hoping that we would eventually get into bed. He must have heard my thoughts because he finally did ask me. We were just out of the door when he looked at me and said, "I only live a few blocks away from here. How would you like to go up to my place for lunch?" I knew right away that I wouldn't get much to eat except for some hot cock. I thought about it for a minute and then said no. I was still pissed at having to practically strip before he even bothered to notice me. Besides, I didn't want him to think I was that much of a push-over. Right after I said it, I felt like kicking myself though. I still wanted him inside me; with his body laying hot and heavy and sweaty on top of mine. I don't think any girl had ever refused him anything before that because he looked shocked. He was nice about it though and took me to a nice restaurant around the corner. We talked a lot and I kept on squirming. I wished that the table and all the other people could've disappeared right then. I would have done it on the floor. When we got back to the office, I thanked him for lunch and went back to the steno room, kicking myself in the ass all the way. He hadn't asked me for a date or anything. I was so mad that I snapped at Jean and Pat and then had to apologize all over the place. Then the call came. He wanted me to take another letter. I was so excited I began to feel stupid. Really, I was behaving like some silly teen-ager on her first date. Shit, I didn't want to marry the guy, just sleep with him. So, I calmed down and took another letter. After it was finished, he asked me if I had much other work to do. It had been a slow day and I told him I didn't. "Then how about locking the door and having some fun for an hour or two? You're a good-lookin' woman and I thought we might like to get to know each other better." "Right here? You mean in the office? But what if someone came in? I'd get fired." I was very surprised, to say the least. And, I didn't want to lose this job so soon after getting it. "That's why I suggested we lock the door. All the important men are in conference and you wouldn't be missed. So, why not?" "Give me a minute to think about it." He nodded and I collapsed back into my chair. I had never done anything like that before. Not for real! Pretending to be a whore don't count. I couldn't figure out if I liked his approach. I mean, just coming out and saying it like that, like he really figured I was so horney I couldn't possibly pass up the chance to ball him. But, well, this was something else again. It was just plain raw sex. No pretenses. No promises. Just sex. I can't explain the difference between that and the time I let those dudes gang-bang me, but I knew that there was one. While I sat there thinking, I watched him. He was leaning back in his seat looking lazy and unconcerned. He sure acted like he was doing me a great big favor to spare a few minutes of his time to fuck me. But all of a sudden that turned me on so damn much. I felt like a harem girl or something, waiting for the king's bidding. Besides that, just looking at him had my blood racing through my veins, hot and fast. So I nodded and he locked the door. I stood up and he took me in his arms and kissed me. I almost swooned from having him so close to me. His tongue probed open my lips and darted in and out until the heat in my pussy was driving me mad. As he held me, I could feel his prick harden up. It felt big and hot, throbbing against me. He pushed me away and ran his hands over my body. Then he played with my breasts until I could feel my erect nipples pressing hard against the fabric of my bra. I wanted him to tear my clothes off and play with my naked body. But, as though he could read my mind again, he said something about staying dressed ... just in case. I couldn't argue with that either, but knowing that we couldn't lay there and touch each other's naked bodies made me want to hurry and get his hardness inside me. I crumbled to the floor and he lay down beside me. He pulled up my short skirt until it was around my hips and then pulled off my panties. He held his hand tightly over my cunt and rubbed his palm against my knob. He stayed like that until I was thrusting against his hand so hard that he must have thought the people in the office below could hear the floor banging against my bottom. He unzipped his fly and took his hunk out. It was long and thick. I held it for a minute, feeling the power that his heat was giving me flowing through my hands, down through the rest of my body. He mounted me fast and plunged that engorged cock in as far as it would go. I was drenched and my muscles just dragged him in. It felt wonderful to have my cunt filled wot the brim with his swollen passion. He thrust in and out as I arched my back up to meet him. I wished that the screwing could last for hours. But half a dozen thrusts later he started spewing his cream into me. I couldn't believe it was all over! So soon! I had just begun to get into the swing of it and it was over??? My muscles kept trying to squeeze some more life back into the slowly wilting manhood still limp inside me. But it was no use; his hot rod had wilted and died ... right there in my pussy. I was so disappointed I could feel tears welling up behind my eyes. I thought maybe he hadn't had any for a long time and was going to ask him when I noticed the look in his eyes. He was even more miserable than I was!!! It must be awful to have a gorgeous bod and be hung like that, and then not be able to do anything with it! So, well, I couldn't hurt him more. It would have been about like kicking a puppy that had just been hit by a car. So I smiled, and pretended it had been o.k. with me. But he must have heard that line before. "Hon. I am so sorry. It is always like that. As soon as my cock gets in it just takes over and shoots. I am so very sorry. I promise, I won't ever bother you again." I didn't know what to say. I felt so sorry for him. At the same time, I knew that I really was so horney and was worse off now than just with the mere thoughts I had had that morning. "Is there anything I can do for you??? Will you let me try to help get you hard again? Maybe next time will be better." "You're very sweet. But lots of women have tried and it winds up the same way. Hon, I've tried everything. Just forget it. Okay?" "Wellll, if you really want me to. But if we tried again right away, well, maybe you wouldn't feel such pressure and it could last longer and then we might both really be able to enjoy all you have to offer a woman." "I don't know" he mumbled. "If you really want to, but I'm not even sure I can get hard again." As he said that, a glimmer of hope passed through me and I reached over and took his cock in my hand and rubbed my fingertips over the ehad. It didn't do a thing. But, as I kept teasing, I began to feel a slight change and it seemed that perhaps all was not lost. I leaned forward and licked the smooth surface with my tongue. I licked off all cream and juice from my cunt. It tasted good blended together like that. Then I drew the head further into my mouth and ran my tongue along the slit as fast as I could. In a few minutes it started swelling -- filling my mouth by the minute. When it was fully engorged and he was moaning with agony, I laid back and spread my legs, inviting him to push into me. When he thrust in and began pounding like he was a marathon runner rushing for the finish line just steps ahead of his competition, I knew I still wouldn't get any satisfaction. Not at that pace. "Slow down; relax. Just stroke in and out like we have years. There is no hurry." He listened to me and slowed down. The thrusts were almost in slow motion. Long, slow strokes. Sometimes I wondered if he was even really pushing in and out. But the slowness was beginning to have its affect on my. I could feel my heat building. The pressure of his member against me, rubbing the folds inside so slowly and deliberately. Each time he thrust in as far as he could, then sort of pushed his pubic mound against my clit. The result was incredibly exciting and now I was the one having trouble controlling my urgency. He was beginning to really get into this pattern. I could hear his heart pounding and his breath was starting to come in shorter and shorter pants. I knew he was building again, which was quite all right with me now. I began to rock my hips against him, increasing the tempo. He picked up the pattern right away and started to match my new tempo. Between us we increased the speed - faster and faster. I began to feel my climax surging to the surface, just in time because his cock was thrusting like a jackhammer, but he still didn't explode into me. Just when I was exploding, he let himself go. It felt so good. The juices mingling. The flood carried me to the height of the climax. I'd never had a climax quite so intense. And I loved it. My cunt just took over and the sensations ran up to my head. I felt like laughing and crying and screaming with pleasure all at the same time. As I came, he held me he thought I was the most beautiful woman he had ever been with. I hoped he would say he loved me, but he didn't. I would have known it wasn't true, but it would have been nice to hear anyway. Just as we were getting up, the phone rang and he was asked to go to some kind of meeting. So I went back to my area. The other women were out and that was a relief. I was sure that something would show on my face and the memory was too wonderful to tell anyone. Besides, I sure couldn't give the office grapevine that topic for their snickering. Looking back, I think it was more just wild daydreaming. I mean, here I had done something for him that he said no other woman had been able to do. I must have been something like the Florence Nightingale of the sexual kingdom or something -- healing sick and wounded cocks, slowly nursing them back to robust health and fitness. And knowing that I had slept with a man who was unlikely to forget me the next morning, well, I guess I sort of forgot about the circumstances. I left that night and went home, dreaming of all kinds of romantic scenes. Straight out of Hollywood. The next day, he called me in for another letter. He made a point of letting everyone know that he expected this to take quite some time and he wanted me to make sure I had plenty of time available because it was really important that we do the dictation without any interruptions. He needed to have his mind fully free to concentrate on the exact wording. This time 'dictation' went much better. He started off right in the first place. First caressing me until I was drenched in sweat from the surges of delight he was creating with his fingers and hand and the soft warm kisses. Then sliding into me very slowly. And rocking in and out in a slow rhythm that would have made time stand still in most things. Just sliding in and out; pausing at each apex. Letting it build. It almost seemed strange that until just yesterday afternoon he hadn't really realized how to make the act last and last until both parties were ready to burst. Our dictation lasted most of the day, and lingered far after everyone else had gone home. We just rocked back and forth on the soft carpet. Feeling adventurous we changed positions numerous times that long evening. Me on top. Him on top. On my knees. Sitting on him, straddling him. Although I had numerous rushes and climaxes during those long hours, he never quickened his pace nor allowed himself to break the slow, steady rhythm that kep building me back to climax after climax. Finally, long after the lights in all the buildings around were out, he thrust into me, surrendering to the urges that had built within him through our many hours on the floor. His thrusts now taking on the unbridled urgency of a wild stud. He filled me with his sperm ... and kept spurting and spurting. It gushed out of me, my own juices causing a wet spot to spread across the carpet. It was a few days before I saw him again. Then he just nodded and walked on past. I was confused to be sure. But then, well I guess I had read too many penny-romances. Somehow I thought that long, wonderful night was just the beginning. But, the next day when I walked in, there was a dozen long-stemmed red roses on my desk - and a letter addressed in his handwriting. "Dearest," it began. "I feel awful having to write you this since you are the one who has changed my life. But I realize that it wouldn't be fair to you not to write it nor would you want me to not be truthful with you. I have been in love with a girl I grew up with for several years now. But I have hesitated asking her to marry me because I knew that I wasn't able to ever satisfy her in bed. Her or any woman. But because of our experience together, now I am sure that we will be able to have a good marriage, in and out of bed. The only problem has been removed by your kindness. I saw her over the weekend and asked her to marry me. We have set our wedding date for a few weeks from now. I hope I haven't hurt you, since I honestly appreciate what you have done for me. Love." Well, the next thing I knew, Pat and Jean were in the office telling me all about his getting engaged and what a sudden surprise it was. I slipped the letter into my drawer and pretended to be surprised. But, even without the letter, well, I guess I really wasn't all that surprised. Even during our marathon act, he never once said anything to me about -us-. In fact, he didn't even speak. Not even sweet nothings whispered in my ear, or anything. I had known. They didn't know I even knew him, much less had slept with him. And I didn't tell them. After all the big buildup I had been giving myself, the whole thing was just too ridiculous to tell anyone. I'm glad I can write it down because I wouldn't want to forget any of it. It was beautiful and even if my dreams didn't quite come true, well, I felt good about it. He had the woman he really loved and I had helped make it possible for him to ask her to spend her life with him. And I knew how much satisfaction he would bring her now that he had learned the way to control himself. And it was all because of me. Now, I just had to find that man who wanted to love me enough that he would be willing to never marry me unless he knew he could make me happy in all ways. And, Dear Diary, I know I can help him know he can do it!

Sexual bondage

Administrator — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 15:07:18 +0000

I had to go to the department store. My supply of shirts had become just about exhausted, and a sale was in progress. Might as well stock up, I thought. At the counter was a rather attractive saleswoman. About 34, she was on the tall side (5'11" or so) with a medium build, and dark hair. It wasn't her physical appearance that attracted me, though; it was a necklace she was wearing - a necklace worn only by members of Select, an organization of sexually liberated people. On the end of the pendant was a tiny paddle - the Select sign for people who have a special interest in bondage and discipline. An involuntary shudder went through me when I saw it. I hadn't seen one in years. "That's a rather attractive necklace you're wearing," I said to her in as normally conversational a tone as I could muster. She looked up in surprise. "Thank you," she replied. "It's got a very special significance to me". My mind raced. Should I venture another step? "Yes, I know". I had decided. But should I continue? The decision was made for me. "How do you know what significance a necklace might have to me," she asked in an even, level tone. "We've never met." Here goes. "It looks like a Select necklace," I replied. "Indeed it is," she said. "And do you know what special significance THIS Select necklace has?" "It's the sign of dominance", I answered. I lowered my eyes, as I was expected to do when a contact of this type was made. "And do you know what it means when you tell me of your knowledge of this necklace?" she questioned. "Yes, mistress. It means that I now belong to you. You have the right to order me to do your bidding, and to punish me at your whim. I am obliged to obey you, and I accept this obligation willingly." "That is correct," she answered. My new mistress made a quick note on a small piece of paper and handed it to me. "Be at this address tomorrow night at 9PM. I want you to be wearing only shoes, a shirt, and pants - nothing else. As soon as you enter my house, and I close the door, you will remove all of your clothing. Do you understand?" "Yes, mistress," I murmured, and quickly left. I don't remember anything that happened between then and 9PM the next night. I was consumed by thoughts of what would happen when I arrived at her home. At exactly 9PM, I knocked at her door. It opened, and I saw her already walking into another room. "Follow me - quickly" were her only words. I disrobed as she had ordered, and turned the corner into the next room. Four other people sat there in the room - staring at me as I entered. Three of them were women between 25 and 40, and one was a man of about 40. "Tell us your name and why you are here," said my mistress. I glanced at the four others, embarrassment welling up inside me. "I am here to be obedient to my mistress, and to accept whatever discipline she desires to use upon me," I answered. "The correct answer," she replied. "Kneel. Crawl to each of the women and kiss her feet." I did so hurriedly. Kissing the feet of each of the women made me feel submissive to each of them; exactly what my mistress wanted, I thought. When I arrived at my mistress I began to kiss her feet. I did not - could not - stop until I heard her voice. "Stop," she said. "I want you to remove my panties without using your hands." Thinking quickly, I begin to use my teeth and my tongue to loosen and lower the thin, brief panties. "Kiss," she ordered. As I crawled around her, I kissed her everywhere as the panties lowered themselves slowly.....slowly........... Suddenly she stopped me. "That's MUCH to slow. You must be trained to work more quickly on my orders," she hissed. I knew what was next. "Go to the cabinet and open the drawer. Bring me the contents." As I crawled past the last of the three women, she sharply struck me with her open hand on my buttocks. "That's only the beginning, you know...", she smiled. The cabinet drawer contained two paddles. They were the largest paddles I had every seen, but I knew exactly what they had been designed for. Taking them in my teeth, I returned to my mistress and waited for her to take them. She did. "Get over to the coffee table, and bend over it," she ordered. "And I don't want to hear a sound out of you, do you hear me?" "Yes, mistress" I answered. I took the position she had ordered. One of the three women in front of whom I was positioned began to coat my buttocks with a lotion of some sort. After several seconds, my bottom began to get warm. "Just to make the skin a little more sensitive," she laughed. I gritted my teeth, waiting for the discipline to begin. And begin it did. My mistress had handed each of the two other women one of the paddles and given them instructions to alternately strike my buttocks with slow, even strokes. When the first few were lightly applied, I began to feel relieved; perhaps this would not be as painful as I had imagined. But I was mistakened. Slowly the pace and force quickened. I could feel the blows being applied harder.....harder.....almost to the point beyond which I could not stand it. They continued.....I stifled a cry, knowing that if I were to make a sound, the discipline would just be doubled. I tried to take my mind off of the fiery redness, but it was no use. Finally it was over. "Rise, and thank your trainers," my mistress said. I stood, awkwardly in front of the women. "Thank you," I said to each. "Thank you for giving me the discipline I deserved." "You're welcome," they replied, almost in unison. "It was our pleasure."

Guy caught his girlfriend with a woman

Administrator — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 11:50:43 +0000

Last week, I stumbled on something that made me completely change the way I thought about my girlfriend. I decided to drop by Nancy's house last Thursday night at about 10 P.M. She wasn't expecting me, but I would often stop by her house after work. I get off at around nine thirty, and Nancy only lives about 20 minutes from the store where I work. When I got to Nancy's house, I noticed her friend Judy's car parked outside. This didn't seem out of the ordinary at all, since Judy and Nancy have been the best of friends since they graduated high school a few years ago. As I approached the house, I heard loud music coming from one of the bedrooms in the back. I could tell her parents weren't home, because their car wasn't parked in the driveway, so I went around to the back. When I got to Nancy's window, I peered in through a small space between the carelessly closed curtains. When I looked in, I couldn't believe my eyes! Nancy and Judy were lying on the bed in a tender embrace. I could see a couple of wine bottles near the bed, and some half empty glasses on the night table. Since Nancy had never told me about her lesbian inclinations, I figured the booze had to be one of the main instigators of this erotic encounter. Nancy hadn't told me she liked women, but then again, I never told her that if she had sex with another girl, it would fulfill one of my biggest fantasies. Both of them had their blouses and jeans off, and were absolutely butt ass naked except for their panties and Judy's high heels. They held each other tightly and warmly, their hands caressing and exploring every inch of their bodies. Judy removed her long tongue from Nancy's mouth, and gently began running it up and down the entire length of Nancy's neck, being careful not to neglect the tiniest spot. Then she started sucking her earlobes and running her hot, wet tongue in and out of her ears, swirling all around the outside and inside, gently, up and down, in and out. Nancy's blond hair became wet and matted on her neck. Her head was twisting in ecstacy from side to side, as her nose nuzzled into the nape of Judy's neck. Then she began squeezing Judy's small, hard breasts, kneading the firm, wrinkled nipples between her thumb and forefinger. It was obvious that Nancy's passion was rising, and an orgasm was inevitable. She moved her head down to where her busy fingers were, and began licking and sucking Judy's tits- not the nipples, but the whole tit. She gingerly licked the tops, sides, and bottom, finally settling on the puffed brown nipples. Judy was busy working Nancy's panties off at the same time she was removing her own. Judy buried her long, smooth fingers deep into the inner folds of Nancy's blond, sweet cunt. Nancy reached out and shoved two fingers into Judy's dark, thickly lipped mound. Their mouths sought each other, as their fingers simultaneously rubbed and pinched their open pink slits and long, erect clits. It was all I could do to keep from jerking off on the side of her mother's house. What I was impatiently waiting for was finally happening. Nancy moved around the bed until her bush was just over Judy's crimson, glistening lips, and her mouth was positioned directly over Judy's slit. Both girls started lapping one another's pussy. Sometimes Nancy would move her entire head from side to side, and then up and down. At other times, she would simply press her mouth to Judy's cunt while letting her pretty tongue do all the work. She would wedge it deeply into her girlfriend's beaver, and then lick the entire length of her slit, resting near the top to give Judy's exposed, sensitive clit the royal treatment. Her tongue flicked across it rapidly sometimes, and then gently, tenderly, and easily at others, teasing Judy into a torrid, wrenching climax. Nancy was obviously coming at the same time, since her hips were bucking wildly from side to side all over Judy's wet, shining face. I think Judy was doing Nancy's pussy with her nose almost as much as with her tender lips. After a few minutes of the girls hugging and caressing on the bed, I knew the show was basically over. I went around the side, where I usually knock, and yelled for Nancy to come to the door. I could hear a rustling of clothes inside as I impatiently rapped. Both girls came to the door smiling and nervous, as if they were little kids hiding something from their father. Althought I said nothing to them about their lesbian experience that night, I later spoke to Nancy about it, and told her how turned on I was. She has promised that she will try it again for me, and maybe even let me get in on the fun. If we do, I'll be sure to let Gallery know.

Adoring slave

Administrator — Thu, 19 Jun 2008 10:58:47 +0000

She turned in her bed and burrowed among the pillows ... the sun was peeping in through the window and that was her alarum clock this season. But a few moments wouldn't matter. Squirmed and cuddled against a satiny pillow. It had been a nice party yesterday. They had talked about Sartre and CAD programs and sex and war and got a little high. It was a wonderful thing to have good friends. Not really friends actually, but colleagues and acquaintances. And then that icecream was a great way to finish off. No calories. None. Not one! Atleast that is what the label said, though Andrew pickering claimed that it was just dishonest advertising. Slight headache though. Never had one normally, though she remembered waking up with a migrane several times in the last few weeks. Must have drunk more than usual ... or maybe the icecream ... ummm. She dozed off till the sun climbed a few inches and shone again on her face. "Ngggh!" Wriggled away from it again, but a sense of duty made her turn around and lie back. Definitely a hangover. She squinted painfully at the light and moaned. Pulled her pillow over her eyes and rubbed against its soft surface. "Mmmm!!". Wriggled to get the bedcover from uncomfortable parts of her body. Wriggled some more. Dug a hand and pulled the sheet free. What? There was something knobbly under her back. Not her sheet. That was to the side. Come to think of it, something poked her in the buttocks and small of the back too. And something - a pillow - was pushed against her breasts. Felt good actually. "Mmmmff!?" she said. After which profound comment, decided to reluctantly explore the discomfort. Careful not to disturb the delightful equilibrium atop her chest - one light pillow, that! - she carefully burrowed a hand under her shoulder blade. And stopped. No wonder she had a hangover. She must have drunk a heck of a lot more than she remembered. That bothered the young woman no end. She was not prone to uncontrolled behaviour. And not remembering! There was a smooth band under her shoulder blade. A bra! She had not even undressed properly. Umm. And where was her nightie? Explored more briskly upstairs now that the pillow had been shown to be a brassiere. WHAT??! Claire sat up bolt upright and then collapsed in a pathetic moan. The world came apart in bright jagged glass fragments that howled atonally and pricked her all over. Some hangover, thought she. Sat up, very carefully. "That's better." Then remembered why she sat up, and gasped. Carefully, very carefully, very, very reluctantly, hoping not to see what she felt, she looked down. Something black. Leather? A leather bra? But it had felt ... Reached a hand and stroked the black. No not leather! Some kind of metal. Matte finish. Very expensive looking, she thought absently. The band was also metal. So was the ring. The rings. Around her nipple. She felt them. Pressing gently against the ring about her left nipple - felt very good. It was very flat and VERY smooth and silky. But undeniably made of metal. Claire's breasts were very sensitive. She often masturbated to orgasm by just touching them. And these rings seemed to amplify all that sensation. She lost herself in pleasure as she pressed and stroked the rings and her nipples imprisoned by them. Squeezed the breasts. Amazingly that was possible. That did not make sense. If she could move them, then she could take it off ...? Did not matter she thought fuzzily. Ohhhh ... She collapsed back on the bed and continued to stroke and pleasure herself. And then she climaxed. "Oh ... ngggggh! Eeeee!" squealed the soprano. Panting, she continued to climax another time, then another. It had NEVER been this intense. Her clitoris felt on fire, a glorious heat! Slowly she came back down to earth, and the question that had occurred to her before. She pushed against the wires(?) that held the rings in place. They moved easily. But at the base of the breasts was a solid ribbon of metal! That encircled her breasts and went about her back. She could not see any flange or anything. Curious! How could it have gone on? Decisively ignoring her headache, claire got out of bed and went to her study. Got out the microscope she used to read the ridiculous print of her old engineering handbooks. Thankgod they were digitizing them nowadays. You needed to be superman with X-ray vision to read the specs on the chips in those books! Ah, there. Adjusted the microscope and looked. So. A matte surface, yes. And made of incredibly tiny and well fit together little links. Beautiful! Some part of her mind was quite complimented that whoever had put this on her hadn't gone for a cheap item. This put someone back a pretty penny ... she continued to study the metal bra slowly aware of something very wrong - well even MORE wrong. Wiggled her butt. A very nice butt it was, too. Who could have put this on her, she wondered? Someone who knew her measurements. Someone who could get into her apartment. Well, actually that was probably no big deal for a halfway clever person. She could have done it herself. Just pretend to be a busybody and people gave you _anything_! Someone with a lot of nerve ... and a good deal of class ... she stroked the beautiful construct caging her breasts pensively. Then all the things at the back of her mind clicked together. "What the fuck!!" she cried. Looking beyond the fascinating bra she could see panties. Metal panties. Panties, hell. A chastity belt was what it was. But how the hell could she not have noticed it? I mean, something that is tightly encircling her butt and ... and actually going between her legs and and WHAT THE HELL WAS IT DOING THERE? Half an hour later found claire stirring stiffly from her daze. She shivered convulsively and sniffled a little. Padded into her bedroom and got a dressing gown. The speaker alarm was mumbling about traffic. "Fuck! I'm late. Oh, damn!" She rushed into the bath and turned on the hot shower. Adjusted the nozzle for a needle spray. "Oooh!" Soaped herself rapidly and almost ignored the peculiar things her scrubbing hand was discovering. Yes it went between her legs. 'It' was two chains or bands. It actually sat like a cork in her labia! And and an anal ring. As if she were an animal! She could not feel any joints. Any breaks. It was all smooth matte finish and felt oppressively permanent. The coffee maker whistled its summons. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" mumbled our heroine, as she stumbled out of the shower and ran to the cabinet and threw on a few clothes. No time to think. She had to get to work. Bill wanted those project assessments by nine. "Oh, damn" she cried in tears as she cracked a beautifully manicured nail. The bra felt strange on top of another bra, and the panties were totally impractical! But she threw them on anyway and her outer clothes. She wore those slacks last week, no those were too pink, no not those, oh damn, damn, why couldn't she think? Grabbed the first clothes and got into them. She looked like a hag. Shadows around her eyes. Tear streaks. Desperately patted powder. That would have to do. Fled to the kitchen and grabbed a cup of coffee and gulped it down. No time for breakfast! She poured herself a cup of orange juice and drank it down somehow. It froze her throat. She HATED ice cold juice. Everything was wrong today. The elevator took eternity to come. There were dozens of noisy people wanting to get off on every floor. Come on, she screamed silently. I need to get to the office. She pressed her legs together nervously and abruptly released them - that reminded her of her other problems and those she did not want to deal with now ... who knew maybe this was all a dream. Yes, it is a dream. In a dream she would quite like this to happen she thought. Relaxed and watched the silly people get on and off. The problem with living on the twenty eighth floor of anything is that there are twenty eight floors of people wanting to do perverse things she thought. Atlast the basement. The car, a sleek BMW. Her symbol of yuppiedom achieved. She giggled remembering the day she showed her car off to her mother. Mom was totally scandalized. She had come to the US from england and had been poor. To her it was a total waste. How could you explain that money wasn't to be made for its own sake but for using? Sadly thought about the stroke that took her parent away a year ago. Not too much grief, she hadn't really been close to her mother. It was her father who had been close. Who had pushed her into being an engineer. "Make the best use of your mind you can" he would keep saying. Though she remembered fondly his bemusement at how lovely she had turned out. It had caused problems, she thought. Her mother had been a rather plain looking woman, and not too affectionate. And when this glorious intelligent lovely child of his grew up, he simply didn't know how to handle it. Hopefully an enjoyable bemusement, she wished. She still missed him, when he died on that freak accident when the blasting dynamite blew up even though the stuff was supposed to be inactive. A good way to go though, not lingering on like adam's father. That man was totally senile, and still lived on. If she weren't thoroughly turned off by adam's other flaws, she would even feel sorry for him. The traffic was manageable, thank god for little mercies. Only ten minutes late. She flew into her office and acknowledged a frantic semaphore from penny. I'm coming! she thought, don't rush me, I've had enough problems already. Grabbed her dossier and went on into bill's office. Looking into a mirror in her office along the way. Looking like a hag ... Bill Manning. A heavyset middleaged man, with lowering eyebrows. Scared the hell out of his subordinates, without any real cause. He was actually known to be a fair boss, but his staccato inquisitions left claire wrung out always. It was no different today. He wanted to know if the projects were doable, if they could be done if there was a labour strike, if the parts needed had alternate suppliers, if the market could take the product, if, if, if ... claire's head was throbbing by the time she got out of his office, loaded with work. "And get back to me tomorrow on this! It needs quick action if we are to turn a profit on it. Hitachi is reputed to be producing a chip that will make the whole thing obsolete!" Gulp down an aspirin. She laid her head on her hands and counted sheep. The project needed her attention. And in the afternoon, she had to attend that workshop about changing business conditions in mexico - who CARED about mexico anyway? So they passed a law liberalizing their trade policy. They've been doing that for ages, and nothing ever really changed. But she had to attend or Kelly Lyndon would put one more black mark against her record. Why the hell she needed to know international financing to be a project supervisor she wanted to know. And why today?? Sighing claire got down to work. Projects didn't get done by moping over them. Got to stop thinking about private matters. Didn't do any good ... she burst into tears and quietly sobbed for a while. Then dried her tears and went to work. Lunch was a hurried affair spent talking about an assembly line problem; fabrication was in a panic. Fabrication was ALWAYS in a panic. "You look real nice today, claire". A voice by her side. Turned and saw Anna. Anna was a secretary in another office ... all the secretaries always considered the female engineers as peers while the men were both looked up to and treated as incompetent boys. In some ways it was enjoyable, as that level was a lot more sociable, but usually it was a pain in the neck. You needed proper distance to function ... and you didn't get that by having Anna comment on her clothes and nail polish! "Oh, hi!" she said grumpily. Then wondered how Anna could say what she did. She could see the circles under her eyes. "That is a nice shirt you have on" Anna continued. Claire wildly wondered how to end the conversation. Then suddenly paid attention. "Shows off your shape much better than your normal stuff". Oho! What the hell was she wearing anyway? It was the cream, no it was the beige shirt with double row of buttons ... she thought it was actually a little loose. It must be the damned, fucking wire bra pushing her boobs out so everyone could see them. She glowered at the blameless news-terminal as it burped out further panic news about the chipset that had too much cadmium in it. Why was that a problem wondered an abstract part of her mind. Another brooded over the problem of avoiding notice this afternoon. Another part ... no that part was busy not thinking at all, for if it DID think, she would go to pieces. Control. She abruptly got up and murmured a plea of work and fled. "She looks a little pooped today" commented a colleague. "Actually that makes her look even better. Anna, sweet, can't you tell us the secret of how to conquer the heart of the valkyrie?" Anna laughed and replied, "Claire is too busy making it in her career. One day she will wake up and and realise that there is more to life." "It's to be hoped I'm there when this happens. Though with my luck ..." replied a grumpy admirer. "Fat chance! If our ice queen thawed out, you think she is going to notice any of us, boyo? She'll probably fall for Bill the galactic hero." "Bill is fat, old, and is an obnoxious old devil to boot!" "So what? He's her boss, sees her every day, and I have actually heard him tell her she did a good job once. Have you ever got that from him? See? He's sweet on her." "Yes, but is _she_ sweet on him? I mean, his idea of a nice gift would probably be the blue print of an early IC!" Afternoon was as bad as she feared. Asprins fueled the way. She was seeing double as she drove back. God, if she could get back to the apartment, she would bomb for the next twelve hours. The project ... whispered an evil corner of her mind. Damn the project she thought. With her headache she would probably contract with hitachi to supply them the chips they needed. And then have to answer why the shipments were being held up by a footdragging supplier ... Strange. After all that, home looked just like it always did. She collapsed in a sofa and sipped a little champaigne. A bath ... then bed. No. She needed to eat or she would not recover. The thought of food was nauseous. Bread, she decided. Something she could not throw up on. And some chinese tea. She ate, and went to have her bath. Almost didn't notice the warm spray as she was lost in a migrane haze. Dried herself and went and collapsed into sleep. ================================================================ June 11th 1997 Claire woke up gradually. "It looks like there won't be any more rain this year, and the drought situation is as bad as ever." She moaned and burrowed into pillows till she didn't have to hear. WHY did they talk about such things in the morning? Sing songs. Babble. Instead they give the news. As if we need the news to kill all the joy in life before we are even properly awake! Mmm. Nice. The satiny feel of the pillow against her face was soo good. And the nice warm bedcover. She wiggled a shoulder against the sheet; a nice shaggy feel. .... shaggy feel? What the ... Claire sat upright and immediately cringed waiting for the demons of migrane hellstorms to smite her. Nothing. She raised a head cautiously. Well. That is a relief anyway. Umm? That is a relief period! No conditionals about it. Then she looked down. THAT IS NOT MY BEDSPREAD! She ran her fingers through the lovely soft sheet; artificial mink she diagnosed. The mink was protected, so genetic cloning produced the ethical mink fur. She had heard of such - guaranteed even not to be hot in warm weather. Cost the devil though. AND SHE DID NOT OWN ONE! With a gasp, claire remembered yesterday. Wildly she flung off the cover and examined herself. They were still there. The bra. The chastity belt. And now this bedspread. This was too much! She looked around. Things were different. There was a lovely set of matched cushions lying on the fouton she had in her room. They weren't there the day before. Atleast she didn't remember them, though it was possible that she was too ... well too distracted to remember. Absently she gathered up the mink fur in her hands and rubbed a cheek against it as she considered. So. Not cheap. Not cheap at all. Whoever had done this was willing to pay for quality goods. She shivered as she remembered admiring the workmanship of the bra. Mmmm. She jumped up. I AM NOT GOING TO LET HIM DO THIS TO ME! Charged with resolution she walked up to the telephone and picked it up ... chewed her lip. Well ... call the police ... inspector someone put me in a chastity belt. It happened yesterday but I was too busy to call you. Yes and he has been in my apartment and left THINGS ... see that mink fur? What? Yes it is very expensive. Do I object? OfCOURSE I object! What do I want to do? Well I want out ... Claire sat down on the fouton. That wasn't going to work, and she was damned if she would let some smirking policeman have her bend over while he examined just how the belt locked about her. Or policewoman either! That time when the police raided the _coral garden_. The policeman was very nice and agreed that they were probably not involved with the nasty racket that the place was a front for. But the policewomen ... they pinched and poked her and one called her a _skrie_. Apparently latest slang for prostitute. Where they get these words ... What she needed was a ... a locksmith ... with a sinking sensation Claire remembered the fancy workmanship of the bra. She had the feeling that this was a high tech toy. SHE would probably be more capable of solving the lock than any locksmith. Except she was locked in it ... Well! Nothing to it but to try. Maybe locksmithing had gone hightech too! But it had to be a _female_ locksmith. And anyway, how the hell did one ask for a woman ... I want a lock broken into ... do you have a woman? ... why? well I just want a woman locksmith! Well, she could TRY ... then again ... She slowly put down the phone and thought some more. Whoever did this surely knew what she was doing. She was mortally certain he had bugged the apartment. He. A rich motherfucker. A dirty old sugar daddy ... except not much sugar about him! He ... she? Claire sat up at this thought. Could a woman be responsible? She was very attractive to lesbian women she knew. Almost _more_ so than to men, though she herself had no inclinations that way. She was pretty much a conventional girl sexually. Woman. Not a girl anymore - be twenty eight soon! She looked thoughtfully at the bra and the belt. She wondered. Even today, not many women entered the engineering disciplines. And she fancied that THESE items were custom manufactured at great expense. She felt it in her guts. There simply was no reason for the intricate workmanship to make a metal bra. What was wrong with a flange and lock after all? Surely from all she had read, it would be more satisfactory to have a lock prominantly present. No ... she thought that it was probably a man after all. A damn rich smart one though. She shivered, a delightfully tingly feeling of goosebumps. Whoever did this was probably as clever as her. And he knew what he wanted ... but she bounced up indignantly, WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT! She knew what she was going to do; she was going to see sally. Sally Mathews was Claire's gynacoelogist. And a good friend. Not an intimate friend ... claire just didn't tend to have those, being so wrapped up as she was with work. Work. She had no time to call sally now. Have to do it later. She must hurry ... she went into the bath. The shower was hot and delicious. The metal stung as she the jet struck her breasts near the nipple. Ouch! Oooh! She had no time ... she scrambled out of the bath and remembered about hygene. Good thing she was going to see sally anyway. The menstrual bleeding would be a hell of a problem with that belt in place. Have to figure out a way of coping. She stopped. No. That was not the way to think. She was not going to cope with a chastity belt. She was going to get rid of it! Must keep that in mind. A cold feeling settled down on her but she resolutely ignored it and got ready. What to wear? Damn the bra. If she was looking like dolly parton in that loose beige then most of her clothes were OUT. She had to buy new clothes. These would be fine when she wanted to show off her boobs, but they wouldn't do for now, not at all. There, she was doing it again! Rather than buying new clothes she was going to get this thing OFF!! Close to tears she jerked a loose pullover from the closet and put it on. Now it wouldn't matter that she had the equivalent of a silicone implant! Another hurried breakfast. Another commute. Another late arrival. She must be careful or bill will notice. He did not tolerate slackers. _He_ came an hour earlier than everyone else and saw no reason why they couldn't atleast arrive when they were supposed to. Work went apace. By lunchtime she had worked out the things bill wanted to fix before going ahead. Feeling a warm glow of achievement, claire went down to the cafetaria. Fabrication was in a panic. Again. Too little cadmium. "I thought they had too MUCH cadmium?" "Well, you know how it is. Can't please them no matter what we do." "What's with the sweater, kid? It is boiling outside." " Oh, I felt a cold coming on." Met bill in the afternoon. He was very pleased with the project. He actually said "good work" ... claire finished up her report and started catching up on routine ... damn, it was getting late. Must leave now if she wanted to get home in time for dinner. She fled to the car and joined the great unwashed in their dialy lemming run from the office to the condo. Atleast she could cook a dinner today. There was a ready made pie she could make ... The radio was on when she entered the apartment. Damn silly thing turned on and off in temperamental fashion. Once it had woken her up at two in the morning ... Apparently the time signal from the radio station was being interfered with ... something was wrong ... she stopped. Looked around carefully. Something was in the oven. No, that wasn't it. Damn it, that WAS part of it. But ... she spun around half afraid, half hoping to SEE someone. Nothing. Her mysterious captor had done something again; and the smell of the pie in the oven -- HOW DID HE KNOW I WANTED TO MAKE A PIE? Must have bugged the car as well she thought distractedly and I must have been talking aloud. The phone! Was there something wrong with the phone? Had he disabled it? She shook herself and took a deep breath. She worked some ten hours at the office from where she could call anyone in the world. No point doing things to the phone. She continued to look around, bothered by some anomaly. Then she realised. The drapes. The pattern. Intertwining chains ... she caught hold of the curtain to tear it to shreds then stopped. Let go with a sigh. No point taking it out on the poor cloth. Not poor cloth at all. It even _smelled_ good, of thyme. They made them that way now. If you were willing to pay enough, then they sold cloth that slowly broke down emitting these scents. And seems they last for decades too. Very expensive. Of course. She was tired. This was too much to take. She would phone Sally now, and damn him if he heard her. "Sally? This is claire" "I need to see you urgently" "Call me back when you can. Maybe an appointment tomorrow? Bye." She put down the phone and slowly got up to have dinner. The oven contained a pie, and other goodies. There was also a bottle of expensive wine, and a goblet. The bottle was half empty. Claire shivered convulsively, then picked up it up. Slowly poured it out. She wondered if it was drugged. Then decided it didn't matter. What more could the monster do to her? She had already come to the conclusion that he had no intention of raping her. This was a wierd kind of seduction, and an interesting one too, except that she took extreme objection to not having the key to her metallic underwear. ================================================================ June 12th 1997 "Thursday commute ..." muttered the radio. Claire woke and then froze. She did not WANT to know what new shock was in store for her. She lay very still listening with her ears, though for what, she had no idea. Were there anklets on her now? Or a collar? She shivered and began to cry. Why couldn't he just take her out to dinner or something. If only she could see him, she thought. He might be a hunchback for all she knew. She fantasized a gloriously handsome, virile, super intelligent man and had the most intense orgasms ever, as the extra sensitivity of her breasts and clitoris make her almost too sensitive. She hadn't gotten beyond the point where she is dressed in this translucent burgundy slip and ofcourse the cutlery, and is looking appealingly up at him and he makes a masterful demand and she couldn't handle it anymore and immediately climaxed. Got up. Good heavens! No new pets! No new chains or brands. The bed looked just like it did last night. The man must be running out of steam! Cheered up considerably claire showered and got ready. This evening she normally went for aerobics. That was out ofcourse. Ethel would know immediately. She cringed at the thought. Ethel kaplan was a nice woman, but she had the sensitivity of a rhinocerous. She would probably strip claire naked in front of everyone just to see what lay underneath! And anyway, she needed a new dress to handle changed 'panty lines' ... The phone rang. It was sally. An appointment at ten. Yes she could make it. She rang up the office and told them doctor's appointment and how she would come in late. How late? She didn't know. Bill wanted to see her? Well tell him 1PM. That gave her three hours with sally. If they couldn't do something in three hours, ... she did not complete that thought. **************************************************************** They couldn't do anything in three hours. Mostly they argued. Sally wanted to call the police. Claire did not want to hear another word about that. She mentioned female locksmiths instead, and sally looked dubious. They agreed to give it a try, though sally kept prodding claire to go to the cops. Claire said in exasperation, "Look Sal, what will the cops do? Either they catch the guy or they don't, right? And if they don't catch him, THEY are going to call a locksmith. We might as well do it ourselves, and save me the total embarrassment of explaining that I woke up in chains, and no I don't read GOR novels!" "But if they catch him ..." "Well, if they catch him, then they are going to get him for assault and toss him in the can and toss the key away. And, well I want this thing off, but I don't want to send him to twenty years prison for it! He just bought me a mink comforter worth a year's salary! I mean ... I don't know what I am saying, but the police are out!" Sally looked at her narrowly but subsided. Claire could see that she was THINKING THOUGHTS. Like maybe claire knew who done it. Let her. She didn't know who done it, but she had the very uneasy feeling that the police would not do any better than she would at getting the thing off. This was out of their class. They could handle crude stuff. This was getting fancy, too fancy. There were other reasons too, but she squashed them before she had to think about those. The locksmith was the _real_ loss. She was an enormous middleaged woman, with a perpetual smile that consisted of jiggling rolls of flesh. Claire wondered if she could actually do anything, and seeing her doubt, the woman casually unlocked the doctor's safe. Claire swallowed her doubts and hoped for the best. "Maxine's the name, ladies. I can open any lock you need to have opened. So what's with this special problem that needs a lady locksmith?" When she heard what was needed, she gave a hoot. "Girl, the way ain't to get out of the dam' belt! What you gotta do is wiggle your hips till his mind clear dribbles away and then you lead him by the nose wherever you wants!" She added, "My folks, they use these things whatchamacall'm chastity belts lots. Got a lot of jealous men. Mostly the ones who can't get it up! And I tell you, it make for great sex! Turn them on, it does! And the poor darlings, they can keep it up all the night through, they can. Aphrodisiac, that's what it is." The woman babbled happily on about chastity belts till Claire took off her clothes. Then she stopped talking. She walked around her. As Claire predicted, she had her get down on hand and knees so she could examine it all. Then she looked at the bra. Then she asked, "Where's the bloody lock?" It went downhill from there. It had to. The locksmith gave up on lockpicking. Then she tried to cut through the metal and failed utterly. Whatever the metal was, it was enormously hard. Diamond, couldn't scratch it. Ofcourse diamond was no longer the hardest thing around, but locksmiths certainly didn't have access to the harder stuff. Sally got a bright idea and tried her surgical drill ... five seconds of that and claire was threatening her with a scalpal unless she desisted. Not that it had made a dent. But the vibrations had been so intense that she had nearly passed out with the pain. After an inconclusive session, claire left refusing to discuss it further. "But claire, the police ..." "Leave the police out of it!" "But if not the cops ..." Claire left before she could complete that question. She did not have an answer, and prefered not to face the question. **************************************************************** The rest of the week passed in a haze of work and overwork. The weekend found claire gorging on food to forget her troubles and binging on work when that didn't help. The new week came as an exquisite relief and she plunged back into the fray. Sometime during that weekend, she went to a clothing store she frequented occassionally. Her mistake. Ofcourse they remembered her. Everyone remembered her. Especially women. The saleswoman at the counter welcomed her with open arms. And took out all the clothes that only women with superb features and willowy figures could wear. "Umm, I would like some loose clothes". The woman looked at her with wildly surmising eyes. "We have an EXCELLENT set of pregnancy clothes ..." she offered. Her eyes seemed to bore right through Claire's backbone. "Err, I just want some loose outfits," Claire smiled weakly. "But ... but ..." the woman spluttered. She actually turned somewhat sullen at the insistence that her beautiful customer wanted to look poorly clothed and had the temerity to come to HER shoppe for that! Claire managed to crawl out with a handful of loose clothing. She knew that they were probably _looser_ than what she wanted, but what the hell. Atleast these would solve the problem - one problem. ANYWAY, she thought optimistically, THE MONSTER MIGHT STOCK MY CLOSET WITH THE RIGHT SIZES AFTER HE SEES THESE! This thought cheered her up so much that she went and splurged on an icecream. She was vaguely aware that she was eating to avoid facing her problems, but was too insecure to do anything to combat that. ============================================ 17th june, 1997 Claire woke up and stretched. The nipple ring pressed against the sensitive part of her breast and she was immediately aroused. she stroked herself erotically, and climaxed. She used to enjoy masturbating slowly, watching herself. But nowadays it tended to be a quickie, huddled under the blankets. It was more intense ... but actually less fun. She had her shower and, robe around herself, she came out into her bedroom. And stopped. The monster had struck again. The phone was there. The curtains were there. The books were there. The fouton was still a fouton. The walls; the walls. More precisely one corner. A pair of full length mirrors now adorned that corner. AND there was a mirror on the floor. HOW COULD HE DO THIS AND I NOT WAKE UP? she wailed in her mind. Obviously the answer lay in some sleeping pill or other - dozens of them nowadays, which were essentially traceless. She went up to the mirrors. They were actually NOT fixed to the wall. Rather attached to each other. So. A portable mirror system. What for? She nibbled a lip as she looked at the mirrors. After a while, she realised what they were for. They were for looking at herself. The monster had some twisted reason obviously, but it was sure to be a clever one. She sighed and looked at her reflection. She was looking tired, she thought. But that was just the work. Her hair was rather untidy. She usually kept better care of it than this. The robe slipped from her body. She looked at herself critically. Now she could see what the monster must have seen. She was putting on weight in unseemly places. Infact, she thought, the poor chastity belt was struggling now against the onslaught of flesh. All those binges. All that ice-cream. "Aerobics" she said aloud. "I need aerobics". But "You ... you monster you! You put these things on me and I cannot go in a leotard without bulging in suspicious directions! It is all your fault!" She burst into tears and dived back into bed to console herself. After a while, she got up and looked at herself again. Aerobics. She went to the phone and dialed up the directory and found another gym. One which was expensive. And then looked up at the ceiling and shouted, "Well if you want me to slim down, you better get me in this gym. I'll be damned if I go to some hole in the corner place!" Well. To work. Atleast work wasn't a problem. She had done all the things she had to do. Actually had a free hour or two. Curious, in the afternoon, she phoned up that gym and asked for a reservation. Gave her name. Half expected the answer, "Your sessions are already paid for, Ms Fairchild." So the monster DID respond to her, even if he hid from her face. Somehow that was an enormous relief. Yet ... obviously he cared. Else he wouldn't have done the things he did. Cared for her as ... as a valuable possession? She drove home and looked in her closet. As expected, there was a new set of tights for her class. She put it on curiously. Interesting! The design seemed to make the belt and bra invisible. She sat down slowly. This wasn't the product of an engineering mind. Neither were most of the things he had bought for her. She wondered, yes she wondered. Maybe he had other_ women? Who were capable of making such selections? A hot wave of jealousy washed through her. Whatever her names for him, she always assumed that this was an intimate bond, even if a wierd one. Now ... she was furious. She was probably one woman in a harem! Aerobics left her tender in unmentionable places. "Vaseline, you idiot!" she muttered to herself as she winced her way to the bathroom. "Aerobics and chastity belts don't mix. Heard that, you monster?" she abruptly called up to the ceiling. The next day was exquisitely painful. On the one hand the pleasant feeling of muscles that had been exercised, and on the other hand the very tender sensations of her butt. After her bath though, she spent a while examining herself in the mirrors. The bottom one let her see the difficult to see areas. She could see the belt fitting neatly between the labial lips. "Just like a bit in a horse's mouth" she muttered indignantly. And the anal ring. It all looked so delicate. And yet, she knew, it was made of an unbelievably strong material. Ofcourse that came back to the question, did HE have a way to unlock the damned thing? He must or it was all pointless. And if he did, could she puzzle it out ...? There was no obvious place for a key though. Squatting there, she realised that she really did need to lose weight. She practically bulged about the belt all over. Oh well, vaseline before the session next time! Then she might have orgasms instead, which was far preferable! Thursday came and with it, a visit to Sally. The doctor looked disapproving, but examined her and told her that she looked fine. "How much does it get in your way?" she asked. "Actually it doesn't get in the way at all" answered claire, "Except ofcourse, hygene ..." "And what are you doing to get rid of it?" "Nothing" Sally was aghast and piqued at the same time. Claire repeated, "Nothing at all ..." Tuesdays and fridays were the aerobics days. Vaseline therapy apparently did the trick. Or Claire was getting the hang of things. Or even that part of the anatomy learns to cope. Probably the latter. She was only mildly sore after the session. Felt virtuous - damn it, that was a lousy word. She was in the position of having virtue thrust upon her. She stamped in annoyed fashion into the shower and had a good scrub. The hygene problems of a belt made a good excuse to play with herself in the shower, and she had begun to really enjoy herself these days. Had to watch the water bill though! Never mind, the monster would pay! She explored herself in front of the mirror and imagined the excess flesh evaporating under the onslaught of an elevated pulse rate. Leaving her trim and lovely ... as lovely as the belt itself. Claire stroked herself slowly as she watched her body in the mirror. She used to watch herself, but never in a mirror. This was kinky! Especially the bottom view. She plopped herself on the fouton and continued, artistically draping herself so she could continue to watch her swelling clitoris. Ofcourse the fouton was ideally placed for this. He must have thought this scenario in his devious mind when he placed the mirrors. Then again, if it wasn't she would probably have indulged in a little interior decoration. Twisty little man. Who are you? And what do you look like. She could put a shape on his mind by now. A tasty shape it was too. Though too domineering. All very well to say the things are beautiful, but if that is his idea of pleasing a ladyfriend, he needed a little civilizing. Then again, maybe that locksmith had a point. "Do you have trouble getting it up, darling monster?" she called up to the ceiling. "Is that what the belt is for?" Suddenly disgusted, she got up. Probably masturbating himself watching his ... slave ... pleasure herself. Damned if she would be pawed over even by remote viewing! A restlessness filled Claire as the weekend dawned. She got out her hiking gear and set out for the hills. There was a climb today, according to the calendar. Good to work off some of her sloth. She stomped over hill and under dale and was wiped out by the time she got back. Fun though. Wasn't till she got back that she remembered her belt. Hmm. Didn't have any problem. Good. A long soak would do her good. Started the water running. Got rid of the sweaty clothes and got in. Oooh! This was life. A warm soak after a long hike. She soaked ... The water was cool when she woke up. Brrr! Jumped out and drained the tub. Turned on the hot shower and warmed up. Must drink something hot if she wanted to avoid catching a cold. Went into the kitchen. There was a hot mug of herbal tea on the kitchen table. The vapour was lazily curling up, it must have just been made ... "Thank you!" she said . The sound of her voice speaking to an empty room sounded insane, and she blushed. Oh well, so she was going nuts. In addition to everything else. It was very mediocre tea. Very cheering fact too. Monster was not inhumanly perfect. He obviously was a lousy cook. Still the thought was what counted. Sunday was indeed sun day for claire. To curl up on the patio and do a good imitation of a lizard. Bad for health they say, all that sun. But with these screens that filtered out all the cosmic rays and stuff it couldn't be that bad. Anyway, a sunday wasn't complete without a bask. Did he have a camera trained this way, she wondered hazily. If so lets give him a nice view. She artistically posed in a provocative pose and snoozed. Damn metal. She should have known better than to sunbathe with a couple of chains wrapped around her! She dived into the shower and squealed in relief. One's delicate parts did not need to get special attention from the sun's heat! ================================================================ Tuesday was gym day. She got up and stretched. Yesterday was hell. Her period had come, and she made a visit to sally to see if she was going to have problems. No problems, the doctor reported. "It is quite well constructed" sally said approvingly. "Just be finicky and you will be fine." All very well for her to say. But she was edgy and her breasts were pressing against the confining metal and everything was extra sensitive. Not uncomfortable actually. But how could you work when you could feel something brushing against your nipples everytime you breathed? Atleast she did the simple stuff. And atleast she didn't get big mood swings during this time. She was looking a lot better now. Back to looking like she did when she first got the belt. Still needed to lose some. Then it would look perfect. She admired the contrast of the dull black chains and her fair skin and her silky red pubic hair. THANK GOD HE DIDN'T CHOOSE PINK! she thought. Wednesday had a surprise. She woke up to find some changes. A couple of _lovely_ lamps. Period pieces, those. Contrasted delightfully with the decor. She admired the change for a while and then the notion that had been nudging underneath flowered. That kinky mind was upto something. What? The lamps would ... actually they would _not_ light up the room very well. Maybe he was just lousy at interior decoration? No. He had excellent taste, witness the cushions. What _would_ they light well? Umm. Ummmm! They would light up the fouton plus mirror set quite well indeed. So! The man wanted a sex show now! Grrrr! Actually not. On the table, she found a very fancy camera. And pieces of a stand. Why on the table? Why not set it up in the room? And anyway, what was he asking her to do? Camera took holographic stills. The kind you could then manipulate and see the woman from your personal perverted orientation. So the lamps were special indeed! She had read of these things, that you could now get holographic color film, but that it took special lighting. Claire put it aside and went to work. Work was proving to be productive. And she was in a good mood. Luxuriated in her new sense of a fit body . The monster had indeed come up with a quality line of perfectly fitting clothing. She was sure he had some expert advice. He couldn't be a super engineer and have a super sense of interior decorating and know women's fashions and still be a human male. But he was male. She was sure of that by now. No woman would have lasted so long - she would have had to touch her possession and stroke it and murmur to it. It took a man to stand apart as pygmalion and admire his galatea. But she didn't want to share him with other women! He was hers! That evening, she bathed and dressed carefully. Adorned in her most fetching and tasty neglige, she set up the camera and then began to play with herself. As far as she could find, there was no way for her to set a delay on the thing. Ergo, leave it to the monster to figure out something. He almost certainly had a remote button beside him as he slavered over his pet possession. Let him decide when to click. She arched sensually and erotically showing off her body. She pouted and tried to mock struggle out of her bonds. Made love to her stuffed gorilla And had a positively glorious time being shamelessly exhibitionist. And when she looked, six frames had been shot. Interesting. Curious, she waited for the things to develop and tried to see what they showed. Without the machine, ofcourse, you couldn't project the images, but she could see the images in the special lighting ... ohhh! that was that better not be made public! Well, she hoped that the ogre was happy. Come morning, Claire hopped chirpily out of bed and went running to the kitchen. The photographs were gone! He had taken them. And ... on the table, fresh, so fresh you could see the dew drops on it, was a crimson rosebud. Her breath caught as she stopped short at this. Approached the flowerbud warily, so warily. Gently picked it up, sniffed. It had a smell even. This was a flower grown in a garden, not bought at a florist. It was so beautiful. She considered where to wear it ... then knew where. Carefully, between her breasts, she slid the flower into a small socket that might have been made for this. DAMN TRICKY MONSTER she thought unsurprised. He thought of everything. And then she was weeping. And flung herself at the table and covered it with kisses, everywhere his hand must have touched, to pick up the film to place the flower. Finally she subsided on the floor, leaning against a chair. She did not know where this was going. She did not know who her master was. She did not know if she would even be his only lover. But she was his. That was not to be denied. Whatever he asked her to do, she would. She was his possession, his adoring slave ...

Rileys friend turns into a lesbian slave

Administrator — Mon, 09 Jun 2008 18:35:59 +0000

It was Friday afternoon and I was glad I didn't have a date. I'd been asked but nothing seemed right about any of them. I just wanted to be alone. Seattle was rainy when I boarded the United flight to Los Angeles. First class always appeals to me. Not just in flights but everything else too. I guess I just feel more important when I spend more money on me. Clothes, car, my hair, having my nails done, a facial, presents for friends, restaurants and flying in first class. Why was I thinking of all these things? My mind was wandering. My presentation this morning went well. I was proud of myself. Somehow, being the only woman in the meeting made me proud."It was a man's world" was boring but it still held true in my career. Marketeers were almost all men up to five years ago with Bennett Financial. I even feel that it should be men out making the living in their little Brooks Bros. suits and wing tip shoes and white button down shirts. I don't want to be out here in Seattle, flying, working, driving with little time for me. That's why I'm glad I don't have a date this evening when I get home. I just want to be alone. "Excuse me, ma'am" the attendant was saying. I guess I had dropped off. I was aware that my right foot was asleep and my shoes had gone under my seat. I was turned on my right side sleeping. I had a vague feeling of being wakened in the middle of an anxious dream and at first I was a little afraid. Where was I? "Excuse me, Miss Albright, I don't mean to wake you but we need to move a passenger up next to you; we seem to be having some problem getting her lights and fan to work, do you mind?" I still was a little foggy. I must have been sleeping for some time. I usually only have trouble waking after I fall asleep for one or two hours in the afternoon. I didn't even answer and I noticed another woman standing next to the flight attendant. She was going to sit next to me. "I'm Jackie Montague. I hope you don't mind awfully letting me sit next to you. The controls over my seat weren't working and I couldn't read and there was no fan. I guess there was some kind of electrical problem, nothing major." I answered not fully awake. Mostly nodded. "That's fine. I'm Cindy Albright, please sit down." My valise was not on the seat next to me but I guessed the flight attendant had put it overhead. Jackie rang the call button. The attendant arrived. "I'd like a glass of orange juice, may I order something for you Cindy"? Orange juice sounded great right now and something in her voice was strangely appealing. I answered right away. "Yes, I'd like orange juice too, please". Jackie stared at me for just a moment longer than necessary. A smile came over her mouth. Strangely appealing. "I'm going to LA, you?" she said. The way she spoke. Very direct. That's what everyone at work says is my claim to success. Being direct. I didn't feel direct though. She was direct. And her stare was sort of piercing. She smiled when she spoke but it didn't really seem like a complete smile. Just partly. The rest of her smile was as though she was holding something back. "Me too. I live in LA and have been in Seattle for a couple of days. My work." Jackie sipped her drink. "What kind of work are you involved in?" Now we were going to do some chit chat I could see but she seemed a little more interesting than most. For the last two days I had been involved in so many sets of small talk that I hoped we could really talk. I wanted to really talk. No more chit chat, please. "I work for a financial corporation that sells certain products to banks. I've been in Seattle presenting our product line to a couple of banks." "I live in LA and work for CNN, the news tv channel," Jackie said. "I'm in sales too, a little like you, I imagine, Cindy." No one ever calls me by my name. Somehow, it always sounds serious. Like when I was a little girl and my mom would call me into the house, especially if I had done something to displease her. Jackie appeared to be about five years older than me. It was hard to tell in this light, though. Five or six years older I would guess. I had just had my twenty-eighth birthday about a month earlier. I could forget about most of it except the cake with the candle that Frank ordered at the restaurant he had taken me to. Not the cake, the song the waiters had struggled through. It was horrible. But it was funny. Frank was funny that night too. Frank was usually not too funny. I was glad we were taking some time away from each other to think out our relationship. Jackie was impeccably dressed in a dark tailored suit, white blouse, tie and dark heels. I hadn't noticed but she looked somewhat masculine. Her hair was dark and fairly short. She had a very serious business look about her. And she seemed sure of herself. The way I always wanted to feel, but didn't. She had the look of success in the marketing field that many women now had. But she looked successful. I tried but she had the look and probably would have it no matter what she was wearing. "I'm going to have a glass of wine and I'd like you to join me", Jackie said. She rang the call button as I was nodding my approval. Her nails were done very nicely and recently too. I always notice nails. Yesterday, I had run into a woman from a competing financial company, coming out from giving a presentation to one of the banks I had called on. She had been just in front of me and I guess I had arrived a little early. Usually, I don't get to see the people who are before me. It is considered in poor taste to allow people in competition to actually see one another. Probably just an example of one of the unwritten rules made by men before I got on the scene. Her nails looked terrible. I laughed; maybe that was why I had been received so nicely at First Interstate Bank. "To a new friendship" I heard Jackie say as she held up her glass for a toast. I clicked my glass against hers. The wine was good. Cold and not too sweet. "I toured the wine country in northern California last year on vacation." Jackie was speaking again to me. I liked the crispness in her voice. There was a faint accent I couldn't place. "I've never been" I heard myself saying. The wine was giving me a warm all over feeling and I was looking at Jackie to see what she was going to say next. I guess she must have seen me almost staring at her. She smiled again. "Do you like wine?" she asked me. "Yes, but I don't know much about it" I responded. I had finished my glass and felt good. Jackie had pushed the call button again and had ordered us both another glass. She seemed to know that I wanted another because she didn't bother to ask me first. I found myself talking about my work and about Frank, dating and how I looked forward to a weekend without a date. I talked and talked. Jackie would stop me occasionally to ask me questions but she really didn't say much about herself. She was a vice president of a certain division of CNN and had been with them for about five years. She covered the West Coast and travelled often. We both went to many of the same cities. We were now approaching LAX and the seat belt sign had just come on. I was still holding my wine glass and Jackie noticed the sign coming on and reached over me and fastened my belt for me. She smiled again. She was very pretty as she got close to me. Her smile and her manner told me everything was alright. I felt safe with her. With Frank, I never felt safe. I was always the one to decide things, figure out where we were going. Frank would never have thought to buckle my seat belt if we were traveling together. It was nice. I liked her. "Why don't we get together this weekend and go shopping or to dinner? I don't have any plans and I'd like your company," Jackie said. I was just thinking the same thing but I couldn't get the nerve to say anything. I was glad she spoke up. "I'd like that" I responded. We exchanged phone numbers and she said she would call me the next morning around 11:00. It was around dusk when the plane touched down and we parked at the terminal. Jackie shook my hand and kissed me lightly on the left cheek. She smelled very good. I was already looking forward to her call tomorrow. "Hello" I spoke nervously into the phone when it rang. It was 11:20 a.m. and she was late. Or, I hoped it was her. I had considered calling her but I felt foolish. I was eager to speak with her again. How could this be? I was actually drawn to this attractive woman somewhat older than me. "Hello Cindy, this is Jackie. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. I did want you to wait a little and wonder. Did you wonder if I was going to call, Cindy?" How did she know? What made it somehow exciting being made to wait. It usually made me very mad to have to wait for anything. Lines at the supermarket. Lines at the bank. If Frank made me wait I would be furious and probably tell him that I did not want to see him. This was different. "Yes, I did wonder why you didn't call at eleven and I wondered if you were going to call at all." Oh god, why did I tell her that? It was bad enough that I was looking forward to seeing another woman again but now I have told her. "Good, I'll pick you up at seven o'clock sharp, be ready. We'll be going to a club on the westside for dinner. I suggest you wear a dress, something light, and heels," she stated in no uncertain terms and very business like, again. I had a light summer dress I had just gotten the week before and hadn't worn it. It was a black and white print that was tight in the stomach. I could wear clothes that were tight in the stomach. I had a good figure, I even thought so. And I didn't have to work at it either. My mother and I have the same shape. She never has to work at it. Although I like to work out at the gym, aerobics three times a week, I don't have to. I'm just lucky. Paula, at the office, works out with me sometimes in the morning. She was always griping because she had to diet constantly and work out regularly and still couldn't fit into the clothes I did and I never had to worry. She said it made her mad. She was jealous and I was flattered. During the rest of the day I found myself daydreaming of Jackie. What she would wear, where we would go, what was this "club" we were going to, what was the food they served, why was I thinking of her, how could I be excited about seeing her and what was really a date? I heard the doorbell first. It was about six forty-five. It couldn't be Jackie. She would probably be late. I looked through the peep hole in the door. There she was and I wasn't completely dressed yet. It was unsettling to have her early. She was either late or early. What was she trying to do? "Hello Cindy," Jackie said. She moved close and kissed me again on the cheek. If I hadn't moved my face over, instinctively, she would have kissed me on the mouth. I found myself opening the door without thinking and she moved past me into the living room. "You have a nice place. Go ahead and finish getting ready. I'll just make myself at home." She moved into the living room and I was struck by the difference in the way she was dressed. She had on black leather pants and matching top and black high heels. Her hair was more tightly done. She was beautiful. She was different than in the plane. Immediately, I felt a little afraid of what I was getting myself into and very excited. I hadn't felt like this for a long time and it was fun to upset my drab life like this. I nervously moved about in my bedroom trying to finish as quickly as possible. I finished my hair and makeup. I was actually having trouble putting on my lipstick. I was scared. How could this be? I never remember being scared of anyone. But I was scared of Jackie and I don't know why. And she was dressed so differently than when we met. And I wasn't dressed anything like she was. What would she think? What did she think? I nervously finished. I didn't want to keep her waiting. "You look very pretty" Jackie said when I finally got back into the living room where she was standing. She looked too good. I shouldn't feel this way. Not with a woman. I was supposed to feel this way about a man coming to pick me up for an uncertain evening. But when Frank picked me up nothing was uncertain and everything was mundane. Everything was safe. Sometimes I needed to be safe. I felt strangely safe with Jackie but afraid at the same time. "Thank you" I mumbled. "Am I dressed alright?" I asked, now aware of my nervousness and afraid she would be able to tell. "Just right" she answered and smiled. I felt better. We walked to her car and she opened the door for me. She touched my shoulder, very lightly, as I got into the car. She drove some kind of foreign car, with four doors, maybe a Mercedes. I'm not good at cars. I usually think of them as dark, light, foreign or sports cars. Hers was dark and foreign. It was the kind I would expect her to drive. Unusual, just like her. "I want you to relax and have a good time. We're going to a club where I go, often. They have good food and music. I don't want you to be alarmed but there are mostly women here. Not that men are not allowed but it gives us time with mostly women. I like that sometimes. It's no big deal. You'll have a good time. People know me here. It's quiet until about eight thirty and then the music comes on. It gets kind of noisy then. Do you like to dance?" I love to dance. My girlfriend and I used to dance together when we were about twelve or thirteen. We would laugh and watch Soultrain on tv. Mostly we danced fast, trying to get the moves down so we looked good when we went to school dances. "Yes, I love to dance." I couldn't think of what to say. All of a sudden I was out of things to say. That was unlike me. The club was in the West Hollywood area and was called All Of Me. It seemed like a fitting name for a club in West Hollywood. It was dark on the outside and you really couldn't tell what it was. It looked like it needed some work on the outside of the building. We pulled around back because the side parking lot was full. There seemed to be a lot of cars. As we walked to the front door Jackie took a hold of my arm and guided me inside. There were a lot of people. No, there were a lot of women. Women. I didn't see any men. There was a long bar on the left as we entered and tables all around the place with a dance floor toward the back. There was a hint of some music not loud enough to really hear. "Hi, Jackie" I heard an attractive lady say as we walked to the bar. Quite a few women nodded to Jackie and I could tell she know a lot of them. We stood at the bar and Jackie spotted a couple of bar stools near the far end. She took my hand and we walked to them and sat down. "What would you like to drink, Cindy?" She did it again. Saying my name made me feel important. I liked the way Jackie treated me. "I'll have white wine" I told her and sat quietly on the bar stool. I heard her order our drinks. "I'm going to put our names down for a table. I'll be back in a second" she said and then walked off. I noticed several women stopped to talk with her and she seemed to have a number of friends. A couple of them looked at me and I could tell they were talking about me. Jackie made her way through the mass of women to the front near the door and I could see her talking to someone that apparently worked here. I guessed she was giving her name. Then she was coming back. I found myself staring at her as she walked back. She moved very gracefully but at the same time she seemed masculine in her movements. She was a striking combination of contrasts. I wanted her to touch me again. "Well, what do you think of the club?" she asked me. "I'm intrigued. I've never been to a club where there were only women." There must have been one hundred altogether. It was hard for me to tell. It was fairly dark but there seemed to be about fifteen or twenty tables around the bar area and up against the dance floor. At some of them there were three and at some there were two women. Some had dinners and some looked like they were just drinking. And smoking. I was aware that the rooms seemed filled with smoke. That made it appear more difficult to see all the people present. There seemed to be a number of women dressed in leather, too. Some in dresses and some in pants like Jackie. There were no men. Nowhere. I had never been to an all women club or anything for that matter with not one single man. I was a member of a women's business club but they even seemed to have a couple of men present, either to talk or a friend of someone. "I come here often. It's a lot of fun when the music starts" Jackie said, looking at me intently. That was it. She was very intense. The way she stared and her eyes. Actually, her whole face. I could tell that when she was after something her whole being was involved. Now she seemed to be involved in just looking me over and it was unsettling. "I like the way you're dressed tonight, Cindy. You are very pretty and appealing to me." Jackie didn't mince words. I liked hearing that and I didn't like it. It bothered me that I liked it. I wasn't supposed to like hearing that. I could hear my older sister telling me that now. I think she is the voice of my conscience that I hear inside my head. I was aware she was looking straight at me again. In fact, she had been looking right at my eyes since she spoke. I hadn't looked up at her yet. I was looking at my hands fidgeting in my lap. I felt like such a young girl at that moment and so uncertain of myself. No one had made me feel like that before. No, that wasn't true. My mother had made me feel that way too. Usually when I was being scolded. I would sit looking down with my hands fidgeting in my lap. Just like now. I felt like a naughty young girl again. I liked that feeling in some strange and perverse way. "Look at me when I talk to you Cindy" I heard my mother saying, but it was Jackie this time. I felt her hand go under my chin and pull my head up to meet her gaze. "Did you hear me, Cindy?" Before I even considered the implications of her command to me or her question, I heard myself answering "Yes ma'am". This couldn't be happening. I was reverting to being a young girl again. I was nervous and scared and excited too. It was very confusing. I couldn't believe I had actually answered "Yes ma'am" to her. How was she getting me to feel this way. Why was I not in charge as usual? Why was she in charge of me? What was she doing? I wanted some more wine. "May I have another glass of wine?" I asked her. "What do we say, Cindy, when we ask for something?" Jackie responded. I couldn't believe this. Who did she think she was? How could she talk to me like this? I thought we were friends. Instinctively, and maybe because of the wine, in fact mostly because of the wine I told myself, my answer was "May I have another glass of wine, please?" I looked at her and she was staring at me. Then a smile crept over her face. She liked me saying please. "Very good, Cindy, yes you may" and with that she ordered another glass of wine for me. Our table was now ready and she took my arm to guide me in the direction we were going. Our hostess moved us toward the back of the large room we were in toward an empty booth close to the dance floor. I moved in first and Jackie was right behind me. Once in the booth, Jackie had me move close to her. I moved without hesitation. I was captivated by her and her directions to me. I seemed to do what she said without thinking. I seemed dizzy. I realized at that point that I had not eaten all day and I still wasn't hungry. I was anxious about seeing her and now I was dizzy and actually growing excited. Me excited with another woman. In college my room mate and I had become best friends and she and I had talked about lesbian relationships and had planned to make love some time but we never did. We were both afraid of the consequences. Now Jackie was talking and I was listening. About the men in her life. About the women. About her dominating personality. Why she thought I was attracted to her. I couldn't believe she actually was talking about me wanting her, how I was getting excited and I would come to need her. What was happening to me? She was the most exciting and interesting person I had ever met. Man or woman. I had never felt like this. It seemed alright in some strange way. Everything seemed alright. This place. Me. Jackie. All the women. And the wine. I was feeling very dizzy. "You need to have something to eat, Cindy," I heard her saying. I couldn't look up to see her gaze upon me. She ordered us both something. I ate. I didn't even notice what it was. I finished my wine. I was very mechanical at this point. I was very excited. "Are you listening to me, Cindy?" I felt dreamy. Things felt surrealistic. Her voice penetrated my trance. "Young lady, I am speaking to you!" She was now speaking louder and I noticed that other people were now looking at me. The music had not started and it seemed the only noise I heard was Jackie's strong, demanding voice. I couldn't answer. I wouldn't answer. This was all too humiliating. At first I wasn't sure what happened. My head was thrown back and I was startled. My left cheek was burning. "Answer me this instance or I will slap your face again!" I was wide awake now. I had just been slapped. I looked at Jackie's face and she was very unhappy. The smile from earlier was gone completely. She was looking so sternly at me, glaring, that I was aware mostly of being afraid. I was aware of feeling shameful and aware that I had made her mad. Very mad. I was a little girl again and she was my mommy. I was a naughty little girl. I had just received the first face slapping of my life. Even my mother never did that. I was horrified. I was mad. The next table was mumbling and seemed to enjoy the spectacle. "I'm sorry, I wasn't listening" I was able to get out. I hoped it would be enough. "I do not enjoy talking and having you ignore me, Cindy. Do not let that happen again. It is very rude and you don't want me to think you are rude, do you?" Jackie asked, delighting in making me uneasy. "No, I don't" I replied. "No, what, Cindy?" she asked. "No Jackie" I answered, before thinking and now realizing this was not the correct response. "You will either address me as ma'am or Ms. Montague, do you understand?" I heard her say. "Yes, ma'am" I said. "Cindy, we are just beginning our relationship, and I want to establish a couple of rules. Listen carefully. First, you had best listen when I am talking. When you are talking, I will show you the courtesy of listening too. Second, I am a firm disciplinarian and I will not hesitate to enforce proper rules of conduct for you with discipline. You will learn to do as I say when I say and we will get along just fine. Do I make myself perfectly clear?" Jackie left little for me to misunderstand, although what she had in mind as far as discipline was concerned was a little confusing to me but I was sure I would find out soon. I didn't want too much time to elapse, so I kind of blurted out my response, "I understand." "What?" she retorted. "I'm sorry, I understand Ms. Montague." A dj had assembled on the corner of the dance floor while this was all going on and had just put on the first music. I was happy because it meant I could get out and dance and not have to sit and be tormented any longer. Jackie took my hand and led me onto the dance floor. By now, a few other couples were dancing to the fast and loud music. The dance floor was very dark lit only by indirect lighting over the bar and tables area. I could see well enough though. We danced a couple of fast ones then a slow song came on. I started to leave the dance floor when I felt Jackie grab my arm and pull me back toward her. "We are still dancing, where do you think you're going?" She asked. I replied, "I thought we were finished, ma'am." "Well, we're not." Jackie said. She walked me over to a very dark area of the large dance floor. It looked to me like the dancing was the central theme at this club because the dance floor was as large as the rest of the club. She led, of course, and held me tightly. She was about two inches taller than I and I think our shoes were the same height. About half way into the song I felt her right hand rubbing my back. My dress clung closely to my skin and I did not have a slip on, which I now felt had been a mistake. Her hand was on my ass, rubbing. I felt uneasy thinking others would see, but I felt powerless to protest and afraid of what might happen if I said or did something anyway. No sooner had I thought this and the song ended. Another slow one started immediately and I wondered if Jackie had somehow signalled the dj to keep the slow ones coming. Now her lips were on my neck. I wasn't thinking of others looking at this point because as I gazed about the floor I noticed many women kissing and necking on the dance floor. I couldn't believe I was actually here, let alone excited. Her kisses went from my neck to my earlobe on my right side. God, this was a turn on. I gasped and sort of lost my breath with my heart skipping a beat. I was getting turned on. If Frank could just see me now. What a picture! Then she kissed me full on the lips and I found our tongues touching and playing with each other. It was a long and passionate kiss. I was almost purring. Her hand had gone down and under the back of my dress. I felt it first on the back of my legs. Then she was rubbing my ass again, this time on my panties. I was getting hot and I was sure I was wet but I wasn't prepared for her hand slipping inside my panties to rub my bare buttock. I'm not sure what happened for sure, but I think I reached back to grab her hand. That was a big mistake. I don't actually remember much of what happened next. I was being marched out of the club by Jackie who was pulling me by the hand. She was yelling something at me I could not make out but I certainly had somehow disobeyed her. She grabbed our purses from the booth and we were now at her car. I then realized what she was telling me, in a very loud voice. It sank in. "You have been a very bad girl. Do not EVER, EVER grab my hand again when I am doing something with you. If I want to rub your bare ass in public, I will. You need to find out I mean business and that's exactly what's going to happen. You have been a bad, naughty, insolent little girl and you're going to be treated like one." With that, she had unlocked her car door and had climbed into the back seat. I was standing to her right, still in the parking lot. It was fairly well lit and we were alone among the cars. She grabbed my hand and pulled me off balance and over her lap. She instructed me "Get over my lap NOW, Cindy!". I was upended and lying face down over her lap. It was happening very fast and she kept scolding me. She must have pulled up my dress because I was no sooner across her lap when I felt her yank my panties down. I had trouble believing most of this evening but me, a grown successful, career woman lying face down over the lap of a dominant woman in black leather, in the back seat of her car in a public parking lot, about to be spanked, well that defied analysis. Then the spanking started. One cheek after the other. It hurt and burned too much. I couldn't stand it. I yelped and demanded she stop which soon turned to begging and sobbing. She would stop, lecture and scold me and spank some more. It was burning and hurt terribly. I was wiggling and squirming and she scolded me and told me to hold still. Then she took a break, I guess, and rubbed my ass. I was crying and her hand was soothing me. It was rubbing, tenderly, both cheeks which were very warm now. She was rubbing over my anus too and then my pussy. I was drenched and very embarrassed. She now knew this evening was sexually stimulating to me and there was no way to hide it. She rubbed across my clitoris and I shivered. She kept rubbing my pussy and put her finger inside. Then she would rub my clitoris again. Back and forth. With her left hand free, she started spanking me again, all the while rubbing my clitoris. I climaxed, over her lap, and shuddered and screamed. I have never been so turned on and have not experienced such a strong orgasm before. Afterwards, she had me sit on her lap and she comforted me. We kissed and she rubbed my breasts. We drove to my house and on the way she told me I would lick her clitoris until she experienced a great orgasm too. I knew this evening was going to be the first of many with this demanding lady.

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Jenny's arms were firmly held to the bedframe by the shackles on her wrists. A broad leather strap held her body down on the bed. She strained to reach Lisa's soft skin and lush body, but the younger blonde-haired girl held back just out of reach. Both women were naked. Lisa held a large vibrating dildo that was covered with flavored KY jelly in one hand, and a leather strap in the other. Her tits bounced on her chest as she surveyed her captive. Jenny's fingers could just reach Lisa's smooth belly. Lisa watched as her English professor tried desperately to stroke her breasts and pussy. She giggled and pulled back a few inches, slapping Jenny with the strap, leaving a broad red welt on her arm. Jenny moaned in frustration and threw herself back on the bed. She lay back and spread her thighs wide apart, to give Lisa a good view of her dripping and swollen pussy, hoping to entice the yummy co-ed into licking at her dripping crotch. Jenny still could not reach her cunt with her hands. She had been kept on the brink of orgasm all afternoon, and was going out of her mind with lust. She tensed and released her pussy muscles, making her cunt lips open and close like a sideways mouth. The hot smell of her crotch drifted forth as a few droplets of Jenny's cream oozed out. "Please! Let me suck you! I'll do a good job, I promise. You'll be begging me to go on! I *need* your cunt, you little slut!" Jenny was beyond feeling humiliation, and openly begged for Lisa to open her slippery slit before Jenny's hungry mouth. Lisa realized that she was suddenly in control. All semester she had been the student, and Jenny had been the authority figure, assigning homework and handing out tests. Now the roles had been reversed, and Lisa could make Jenny do anything she wanted. Her mouth watered with the possibilities. "Listen, you bitch" Lisa yelled, "You'll do as *I* say, and will suck cunt when *I* tell you to! Is that clear?" Jenny cowered on the bed, her face reddening with shame. "Y-yes, Lisa" she stammered out. "Yes, *WHAT*?" Lisa demanded, whipping Jenny's thighs with the strap. "Yes....mistress!" Jenny said. "Good. Now, I want to set some ground rules for you. Here's the key to your handcuffs. I'm going to leave it here on the nightstand where you can reach it. You're free at any time to unlock yourself and leave. Only, if you do, my pussy will be off limits for you forever! Now, can you handle that?" Jenny mutely nodded that she understood, and said that she would obey her mistress, and not unlock herself without permission. Lisa beamed with pride, and set to work. She lay back on the edge of the bed, only inches from Jenny's feet, and began to caress her own body. She clicked the vibrator on, and let it slowly slide down her body, from her delicate neck, over her heaving breasts, down past her smooth belly, and towards her fragrant, dripping cunt. She pulled her pussy lips apart, revealing her well-stroked clit. The tip of the vibrator found her opening, and slid inside. Lisa stared into Jenny's eyes as she thrust the dildo deep inside her pussy. Jenny's hands were clutching at her belly, trying to reach her distended clit. Creamy cuntal lubrication dripped from her hole. Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt she would never be able to reach the climax she had been craving all day. Lisa finally took pity on Jenny and pulled the buzzing cock from her cunt, and held it out towards Jenny's crotch. Jenny gasped with delight, and thrust her hips forward. "If you want this, you'll have to beg!" Lisa purred, smiling wickedly. The tip of the vibrator was around 3 inches from Jenny's dripping box. Jenny begged and pleaded for Lisa to cram it inside her. Lisa poked at Jenny's clit, keeping the vibrator directly on her love button for only one or two seconds at a time. Jenny's hips arched up off the bed, her cunt homing in on the buzzing love-toy. Lisa held it almost a foot over the bed so that Jenny had to fully arch her back, almost to the point where she thought she would snap in half. She could just feel her clit touch the vibrator when she had to fall back in exhaustion. Jenny screamed again with desperation, and with a yell, Lisa shoved the full 12 inch plastic device up Jenny's cunt. Jenny collapsed back on the bed, her hips pounding up and down furiously. She came and came. Juice poured out the sides of her pussy, drenching the sheets. Her cums lasted for almost 15 minutes before her spasming vagina began to calm down. She clutched at her breasts, her chest heaving and glistening with sweat. Lisa allowed Jenny no rest, however. She crawled up Jenny's chest and straddled her face. "Now, bitch, start sucking! And don't stop till I tell you to!" She moved forward, planting her cunt directly over her professor's opened mouth. Just as Jenny stuck out her tongue to caress Lisa's genitals, Lisa added, "And don't spill a single drop!" With that, she began to piss into Jenny's mouth. Jenny started and reflexively closed her lips. Hot yellow piss spilled all over her face, and dripped down her neck onto the bed. "You Bitch!" Lisa yelled. "Can't you even listen! You'll pay for this, you slut!" She leaned back and pulled the vibrator from Jenny's red, raw pussy, and tossed it off the bed. She grabbed a c-clamp from the pile of sex toys on the nightstand and started screwing it onto Jenny's right tit. "No, please!" begged Jenny, "I'll do as you say. I love drinking your piss, it's like champagne! Please don't clamp my titties! No...NOO! ..AAAHHHH!" She screamed in terror as the metal clamp closed in on her nipple. Lisa tightened it until the tip of her nipple was almost totally flattened, then she started working on the other one. Jenny's screams became even too much for Lisa to handle after her second nipple was firmly squished between the metal edges of the clamp. She grabbed the ball-gag from table and shoved it into Jenny's mouth. Now her professor was totally bound and gagged. Lisa watched as her naked sweaty body writhed in agony before her. Grabbing the leather strap, she began whipping Jenny's belly and thighs. Her supple body twitched and shook with pain as the whip left its red marks all over Jenny's white, creamy flesh. Soon a criss-cross pattern of welts was evident all over her skin. When Lisa focused on Jenny's tits, the c-clamps on her nipples were pulled and tugged by the whip as it struck. To Jenny, it felt like her breasts were being torn from her chest. She twisted her torso in a vain attempt to avoid Lisa's blows, but this only exposed more untouched flesh on her sides and back for the sadistic blonde co-ed to punish. Lisa then turned her attention to Jenny's still oozing cunt. She held Jenny's pussy lips apart with her left hand, leaving her soft inner tissues totally vulnerable. The whip in her right hand came down hard on Jenny's clit, and the bound slut went rigid with pain. Lisa whipped her cunt again and again, until Jenny was beyond feeling. She could hear Jenny's muffled cries even through the ball gag, and smiled to think of how she was similarly treated by her linguistics professor just recently, and how she had loved it. Soon, however, Lisa got bored of whipping Jenny's soft pussy. She went to the pile of leather toys and pulled out a horsewhip. Jenny's eyes widened with fear as Lisa approached the bed. She tried to shrink away from the hard leather tip of the whip, which Lisa dangled before her eyes. She dragged it slowly down Jenny's soft body, circling each tit before sliding past her crotch towards her feet. Grabbing a bottle of oil from the table, Lisa covered Jenny's feet with the shiny lubricant. She then pulled Jenny's left leg out straight, so it was a few inches off the bed, and made her point her toes to the ceiling. Holding onto Jenny's big toe, Lisa began whipping the soles of Jenny's feet. At the touch of the first whip blow, Jenny jerked her foot up and away from Lisa's grasp. Lisa did not expect that kind of insolence, from her slave,and slammed the whip down on Jenny's thigh with full force. "Damnit! Did I tell you that you could move your foot, you bitch?!" Lisa whipped Jenny's thighs again and again, leaving wide red welts all over her skin. Some drops of blood oozed out along the deeper gashes. Jenny screamed into her ball gag with terror. She had never felt such pain. "Now, will you behave, slut?!" Lisa demanded. Tearfully, Jenny nodded yes, and held her leg out shakily. Lisa began to whip her soles again. With each strike, Jenny flinched, but did not pull away. Soon Lisa was able to whip her feet with brutal force and not have to hold onto her toes. The oil on her soles seemed to make each blow sting even more. Jenny eyed the key sitting on the nightstand. All she had to do was reach over and let herself free and this terrible whipping would stop. But that would also mean that she would never again know the softness of Lisa's thighs, and the taste of her slippery cunt. Jenny looked up at her torturer. Even as Lisa was punishing her, Jenny couldn't help but lust after Lisa's voluptuous and sensual body. She was concentrating intently on striking every square inch of Jenny's soles, and her brow furrowed with concentration. The smell of Lisa's sweaty body filled Jenny's nostrils, and made her want to submit to Lisa's whims even more. It was Lisa's beauty and vivid sexuality then held Jenny bound to the bed more firmly than any ropes or chains ever could. Tears rolled down Jenny's white cheeks as Lisa savaged her feet. Each whip blow tore her soles, and sent daggers of pain up her legs. Blood covered the bottoms of her feet, but this only spurred Lisa on more. She whipped Jenny's feet harder and harder, sweat shining on her bouncing tits. Incredibly, Lisa could see Jenny's clit still pointing erect out of her pussy lips the entire time. Jenny's whipping was turning her on, just as Lisa's had made her own pussy ooze creamy juice. Finally, Lisa pulled the gag from Jenny's mouth. The exhausted teacher gasped for breath, no longer able to scream. "Now, my little Jennifer cunt, thank me for your punshment. Thank me and offer to lick my whip clean, or I'll start doing things to you that you don't even want to start thinking about!" "Th-thank you, mistress. I love when you whip me like that. Will...will you do it some more? Please?" Jenny was babbling incoherently. "No, I don't think so" said Lisa, "I'm getting tired. Maybe I'll whip you some more tomorrow." "Thank you, mistress, I'd like that. Now, please let me lick your whip clean!" Jenny stuck out her tongue, and lapped the tip of the leather crop clean of her blood and sweat. Lisa then crawled back up Jenny's chest. She unclamped her nipples and sucked them to bring blood flowing through them again. Jenny still moaned with agony, her body covered in sweat. Lisa grabbed Jenny's hair and said, "OK, slut! Let's hope you've learned your lesson, and we'll try it again." Lisa squatted over Jenny's face, and again let loose a stream of piss. This time Jenny eagerly opened her mouth and carefully swallowed every hot, bitter drop. Lisa purposely held back to make this last a long time. Jenny licked her cunt clean after every spurt, and then Lisa would piss some more. Jenny held the liquid in her mouth, tasting her captivity, until Lisa told her she could swallow it. Finally Lisa had no more left to piss, and Jenny gently suckled at her pussy. Lisa massaged her tits and sighed with pleasure as she rode Jenny's tender tongue to an orgasm. Lisa collapsed onto Jenny's body, their soft tits mashing against each other. She grabbed Jenny's face and kissed her roughly, thrusting her tongue deep into Jenny's mouth. Jenny eagerly returned the kiss, nipping and sucking at Lisa's probing tongue. Lisa could taste the pussy juice and piss on Jenny's breath. Jenny began pumping her hips up and down, grinding against Lisa's pussy. Lisa pulled back, a string of saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth onto Jenny's tits. Giggling, she reached over for the phone by the bed. She ordered room service to send up a turkey sandwich and a beer. Jenny looked at her puzzled, but the door buzzed before she could find out what Lisa was up to. Still naked, Lisa opened the door and let the waiter in. This lucky guy stared at the lush figure of the girl by the door, and the spread opened pussy of the one bound to the bed. The smell of two hot pussies permeated the room. Lisa closed the door behind him, and pulled him towards the bed. With a practiced hand, she unclasped his belt and zipper, and pulled his pants down to his knees. She grabbed his hard cock and led him towards Jenny's cunt. "C'mon honey, fuck this bitch for me! You can do it, just look how wet she is. She wants it bad!" The waiter needed no further prodding, and thrust his cock inside Jenny's wet pussy. He slammed violently into her and she grunted with pleasure with each thrust. Lisa reached between them and fondled Jenny's clit in between fuck-thrusts. Soon the waiter neared his cum, and pounded even harder into Jenny's body. He grabbed Jenny's tits as he came, twisting them violently. Jenny cried out with renewed pain as she felt his cum drenching her insides as he savaged her nipples. Before he could collapse onto Jenny's generous cleavage, Lisa grabbed his ass and pulled him off the bed, and neatly propelled him towards the door, his pants still down around his ankles. She caught a glimpse of a well-dressed couple walking down the hall, who recoiled with shock at the sight of the half-naked waiter, his erect cock still dripping with cum and pussy juice. She slammed the door behind him and giggled as she could hear the couple yell for the manager. Lisa laughed and started to munch on the sandwich. She ate about half, then climbed back onto Jenny. She took a few pieces of the turkey, and shoved them up her cunt. "Lunchtime!" she giggled, shoving her crotch into Jenny's face. Jenny obediently ate the cunt-flavored meat, sucking every piece from Lisa's hot slit, and licking clean every drop of russian dressing. The blonde girl next crawled a few inches further up the bed, so that her little pink asshole was directly over Jenny's mouth. Jenny could smell the shit inside Lisa, mixed with the odor of her steamy pussy. This was truly the heart of Lisa's sexuality - the most animal fragrance her body could produce. Lisa grabbed hold of Jenny's still sore nipples and twisted then cruelly. "OK, bitch! Let's see if you can suck asshole as well as you lick pussy. Start sucking, or I just might let loose, and really fill your mouth! I want you to lick me spanking clean." To show Jenny that she meant business, she relaxed her anus a litte, letting the tip of a small brown turd poke out before she tensed up and pulled it back in. Jenny turned her head away in revulsion, but Lisa gave her tits another brutal twist for good measure, forcing Jenny to turn her mouth back to Lisa's underside and slowly stick out her pink tongue. Lisa could now feel the dark-haired professor's lips and tongue begin to probe and lick at her bunghole. Jenny was afraid that her nipples would be permanantly scarred by Lisa's viscious grip - her fingernails were firmly planted into Jenny's tits. Jenny lapped and sucked for all she was worth, licking every speck of sweat, shit and pussy juice from Lisa's entire anus. When Lisa gave a further nipple twist, Jenny even pointed her tongue, and shoved it directly up Lisa's shit-chute, cleaning her outer rectum out like an enema. Finally she could lick no more, and let her head fall back to the bed, her mouth smelling like a sewer. "Here," said Lisa, "I'll give you some mouthwash for your breath." Lisa grabbed the beer and twisted off the cap. She lay back on Jenny's body, stuck the neck of the bottle up her cunt and began pouring the fizzy liquid into her pussy. She tilted her hips back so that almost half the bottle filled her up. She then leaned forward, causing the liquid to begin to drip onto Jenny's face. As Lisa sat further up, more and more of the beer poured out, like a faucet of warm, bubbly fluid. Jenny lapped and sucked until Lisa's cunt was empty. A light buzz now filled Jenny's head. Before she knew it, the effects of the alcohol and her sexual exhaustion took over, and she fell back on the bed asleep. When she awoke it was dark outside and Lisa was gone. She unchained herself and found a note by the door that simply read: Wednesday, 4pm. What would be next? Jenny wondered. Jenny's Story - Part Two: The Wait - By Marlboro Man Jenny could hardly wait until Wednesday. Why was Lisa making her wait so long for their next meeting? Her whip-induced cuts and bruises had pretty much healed up, and her horniness had returned with a vengeance. Now that Jenny had had a taste of what co-ed cunt was like, she only wanted more. The tang of Lisa's juices lingered on her lips. Even the high schoolers she had seduced at her last job at St. Hilda's School for Girls could not compare to the sheer sexual intensity that Lisa represented. She was truly a hybrid, the best of both worlds - both young enough so that her body was tight, smooth and delectable, and old enough to know how to make beautiful love. Jenny now eyed every college bitch that walked by her door with lust. The firm tits and wiggling asses parading before her only reminded her of Lisa's wonderful feel. The girls in her classes could feel the change in Jenny's manner. Who was once a cold and standoffish bitch was now a warm and open seductress. In hopes of finding other sources of cunt-juice, Jenny had begun flirting with her other students, asking them to stay late to study, or to share a glass of sherry. One chick in particular had set Jenny's juices really flowing. She was a sophomore named Julie-Anne. This girl had rich red hair, with streaks of brown highlights. She wasn't too tall, but her body was firm, shapely and compact. Julie-Anne warmed right up to the new, friendlier Jenny, and the two women could sense the sexual tension building between them. Jenny had set a date to meet her after school to review some notes, and was looking forward to peeling off the tight sweater and high boots that Julie-Anne always wore. But just as she was getting ready to meet Julie-Anne, a note from Lisa was slipped under her office door. It read simply that Jenny was not to have anything to do with other girls without Lisa's permission, and furthermore, Jenny had to give Lisa a written listing of every time she masturbated, detailing what she used to make herself cum, what she was thinking about, and how long it took. Failure to do so, of course, meant that Lisa would no longer make herself available for Jenny's pleasure. Reluctantly, Jenny told Julie-Anne that she was busy, and couldn't meet with her that night. She watched as Julie-Anne slowly walked away, her hips swaying back and forth, and her tits bulging within her sweater. She could feel the wetness build between her legs, and retreated to her desk to frig her own pussy. This, Jenny realized would have to be entered into her jerk-off listing. When she got home later on, Jenny found an envelope taped to the door. It said "To Jenny, A taste of what you missed!" in Lisa's handwriting. Inside was a lock of red-brown pussy-hair, smeared with cuntal lubrication. Jenny put the tuft of pubic hair to her tongue, and knew that this sample of cream was not Lisa's since it lacked the blond girl's special taste. Lisa had obviously gotten to Julie-Anne first, and had already enjoyed her favors. The thought of Lisa sucking off Julie-Anne's cunt drove Jenny crazy with sexual desperation. In her frustration, Jenny found herself masturbating almost constantly when she wasn't in class. A pocket-sized vibrator that she had picked up at the drugstore as a "scalp-massager" kept her pussy happy, and her mind sane while she waited the two days before Lisa would allow Jenny to lap up her tasty cunt juice. Her masturbation log was growing. Lisa would be proud of her detailed listings. After each entry, Jenny would smear a blob of her cunt-cream as "proof" that she had successfully jerked off. 7:30 am In bed. Fingers up cunt-hole. Waking masturbation fantasy of Lisa licking my pussy-lips. 2 minutes. 7:50 am While taking shower. Water stream directed onto clit. Thought about when I used to lick my sister's cunt while showering with her when we were teenagers. Felt sooo good! 1 minute. 8:40 am In car driving to school. Fingers on clit. Jerked off at long traffic light thinking about Julie-Anne's face between my legs. Did kids in school bus next to my car see me? 2 minutes. 9:15 am In my office. Used vibrator I keep in my desk, shoved up my cunt. Fantasized about the two girls I used to sleep with at my old job at the Girls' School. 3 minutes. 10:05 am During class! Fingered pussy while giving test to freshman class. Watched little brunette slut in front row wearing short skirt, and imagined sucking at her budding breasts. Think guy next to her saw my hand up my skirt. Don't care. 2 minutes. 11:30 am In ladies room. Two fingers up cunt. Thought about Julie-Anne's tongue licking at Lisa's hot ass. 1 minute. 11:33 am In ladies room. Three fingers up cunt. Lisa's whipping my breasts. 1 1/2 minute. 1:05 pm Lunchtime. Humped peeled carrot stick from salad bar in hallway outside cafeteria. 2 minutes. 2:15 pm At my desk. Stan Kiley offered to suck my clit. Not sure if your instructions applied to him, so I only let him finger fuck my pussy. Sucked his hand clean. 1 minute. A dutiful soul, Jenny had kept her bargain with Prof. Kiley, and had told him all the details of her sex session with Lisa. Mysteriously, he seemed to know of every detail, even before she told him anything. It was almost as if he had been watching the entire time that Lisa had pleasured and tormented her. But that was impossible, Jenny told herself. She could never bear the humiliation of having someone else observe her being so sexually ravaged. Getting through her teaching schedule, so full of bouncy co-eds was murder for Jenny. Her poetry class was the worst, since Lisa was in it, and sat right in the front row of the lecture hall. Jenny had to hold the podium with both hands when she saw Lisa walk in and sit down not four feet from her. With a smile, Lisa put her bag down and slowly spread her legs. Underneath her miniskirt, Jenny could see that the co-ed slut had not worn any panties, and that her cunt lips were clearly visible between her spread opened thighs. As the class went on, Jenny could see Lisa rocking her hips back and forth, making her pussy opening squish open and close, and encouraging dripping cream to appear at her hole. Lisa ran her tongue over her lips, letting some spit dribble onto her notes. Jenny tried to look over her at the rest of the class, but her gaze kept returning to Lisa's hairy snatch. Lisa's left hand snaked its way up her thighs, and lightly brushed against her swollen lips. Making sure to hide her movements with her notebook, the little slut began fingering her clit. The scent of Lisa's excitement wafted forward to Jenny. She could see that even a few of the guys nearby had perked up their noses, and were looking around trying to locate the source of the steamy hot cunt they were smelling. Jenny tried to look across to the other side of the room, but her gaze ran right into Julie-Anne, sitting by the window. The lush redhead stared back at Jenny's discomfort as if she knew what was running through her mind. She had left her usual knit sweater at home today, and was instead wearing a low-cut blouse that made no secret of her ample cleavage. She shifted in her seat and sucked on the tip of her pencil, giving Jenny a quick glimpse of her pink tongue. Jenny's pussy was screaming for relief. She could feel her secretions starting to ooze out of her panties and drip down her thighs. Soon they would be running down her legs below her skirt where everyone would be able to see the creamy juices of her cunt. Her clit throbbed. Making a lame excuse of having forgotten a book in her office, Jenny told the class to read ahead in their texts, and that she would be right back. Rushing past Lisa's still exposed cunny, Jenny hurried into the hallway and darted into a stairwell. Out of breath, she thrust an arm under the waist band of her skirt and started fingering her pussy. She was so horny that she was able to cum almost immediately, gasping for breath as she steadied herself against the wall. Her fingers were sopping wet with cunt cream, and she had nothing to wipe them off on. A janitor suddenly came through the door with a mop bucket, and Jenny jumped back startled. She quickly pulled her arm from under her skirt and smoothed back her hair, trying to maintain at least some dignity, but it was obvious to both people that she had been caught jerking herself off in a public corridor. The janitor leered at her as she walked past him out of the stairwell, her heart pounding in her chest, and her face reddened with shame. She licked her hand clean and went back into the classroom. Lisa smiled up at her knowingly. Jenny went to her logbook, and recorded the event. She looked up and saw that, mercifully, Lisa had closed her thighs, and was just sitting attentively. She sat quietly and even took notes. When the class was over and the students were all filing out, she dropped an envelope on Jenny's desk, gave her a smile and bounced out, chasing after Julie-Anne. She would probably be sucking at the red-haired girls' tits before 10 minutes were up, thought Jenny glumly. Jenny picked up the envelope, which had a faint scent of sex, and tucked it into her bag. Back in her office, she opened it and saw that it contained Lisa's instructions for Jenny for Wednesday. Jenny was to wear a tight tube-dress with no bra or panties, just like the porno-actresses did in X-rated movies, so that all Jenny would have to do would be to slip the dress over her head, and she would be totally naked. She was to shave her pussy, carefully douche herself, and give herself a strong enema to clean out her body completely. Before Lisa would arrive, Jenny was to hang out in the hotel bar and pick up businessmen, inviting them up to the room to give them blowjobs. She was not to swallow their cum, but to spit it into one of the water glasses in the bathroom. She would have to fill the glass with cum, or else face Lisa's punishment of choice. While giving the blowjobs, she would have to be naked, and would have to blow the men in front of a camcorder hidden in the closet. When she had finished collecting gism, Jenny was to chain herself to the bed, and blindfold and gag herself. Until Lisa showed up, she was to masturbate with a vibrating dildo in view of the hidden camcorder, only she was not to climax. If Lisa saw Jenny cumming on the tape, she would not only close her cunt to Jenny's tongue, but would pass the word among all the lesbian sluts in school that Jenny was also off-limits. Fearful of making Lisa angry, Jenny followed her instructions to the letter. She wore the skimpy tube top she had been ordered to, along with the sluttiest accessories she could find. With her loud makeup and fuck-me shoes, she looked even more whorish than the sluts in adult films. The dress was little more than a knit tube of cloth with thin shoulder straps to keep it up. The tight fabric clung to her chest and hips like a body stocking, and there was no secret about the curvy body within. Her erect nipples showed through clearly, and when she walked the dress clung like a glove to her ass cheeks. Jenny felt like the filthiest street hooker when she walked in the bar on Wednesday. She could feel the eyes of the men in the place turn towards her in unison as she approached the bar and ordered a white wine. The hemline of the tube came only down to the middle of her hips, and since she wore no panties, when she sat on the bar stool, every guy in the place could see her crotch and ass as the dress hiked up. She swiveled around to look at the room, opening her thighs slightly as she perched on the stool, knowing that she was exposing her swollen, shaved cunt to the world. Cool air blew over her pussy lips, and her little clit budded right up and stuck out like a pencil eraser. A little puddle of juice began collecting at the base of her pussy as she felt herself getting excited by her squalid position, and soon the seat of the stool was greasy with her cream. Jenny squirmed her ass back and forth, spreading her ass cheeks even more on the smooth warm vinyl surface. A guy from the end of the bar got up and started to walk towards her...

Bondage Sex

Administrator — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 07:27:38 +0000

It is now late Sunday night and the weekend is over and what a weekend it had been. I had meet Kelli a few months ago and she had warned me that she has been working on a project that was really bazaar and had asked if I would consider helping her if she needed any help. Kelli is a very beautiful girl..somwhat into the western style.. jeans, boots, etc.. she is also a stout built woman.. 5'4" around 135 pounds.. long black hair that reaches her hips, oh yes and her age is around 25. Tho we have only had sex 4 times.. it has been fantastic each time and somewhat conventional (at least to my standards and up until this weekend). Kelli called me at work Friday and asked if I could help her with some chores around the barn this weekend and explained that there would be plenty of time for some fun. "Just bring a few things and plan on staying here until work Monday" she said playfully. "Sounds good to me" I replied "see ya 'round 7:00". When I arrived she had dinner on the table and was dressed in her usual loung around the house attire which consisted of tight cutoff jeans and a halter top. "if you would like to change before we eat go ahead..I'm waiting on the rolls" she said, so I did..into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Now this may seem a little boring but please bare with me. As we ate the conversation changed to the wildest thing you've ever done (which for me was a few 3 somes with a few couples and a few females) to wild fantasies (tho I had been with a male/female couple I had never experienced getting head from a male-this was mine) to the wildest thing you ever wanted to do (mine here was skydiving..not sexual but then we WERE at dinner). As it turns out she was in the midst of doing the wildest thing she had wanted to do which is what this story is about. She explained that this weekend would be one I would never forget and that she could promise me my fantasy would be complete but that was all she would tell me for now "you'll find out tomorrow, now its time for desert" she said as she droped her cutoffs. I was hard from our little conversation and the thought of having my wild fantasy come true (tho my wild and hers are varied). I droped my shorts and with a hug hold carried her to the bedroom.. where nature took its course.. I want bore you with all the details.. you should know that part after all that is not what this story is really about.. to continue.. as we lay there exhausted from an hour or so of lovemaking.. she whispered.. if I am not in bed when you wake up.. join me in the barn.. you can sleep as late as you like.. you'll need your rest for tomorrow night! and to sleep we went..tho she fell asleep quickly it couldn't quit thinking about the words and conversations from the evening... When I woke there was breakfast on the table and a note.. "I'm in the barn or gone for a ride on my new horse.. join me when you eyes are open good". I ate the microwave heated breakfast, then walked to the barn.. no Kelli so I returned to the house and took a nice hot shower.. went to the barn again.. still no Kelli.. back to the house.. I sat and watched the season opener of college football.. before I had realized it was after 3 pm.. so I went back to the barn as I got to the barn I could hear Kelli yelling of to my right.. "get your ass moving!!!!" she yelled "come on.. MOVE IT!!!! FASTER!!" As I looked off the right I saw the strangest thing.. I just stood there in aw as she approaced.. looking at this unusual sight.. There was Kelli in her tight jeans, boots and halter top sitting on the shoulders of a naked man.. his hands tied behind his back, he was covered with sweat and red marks there was even a sign of blood on the front side of his hips where she had been digging in the spurs.. there were tears in his eyes and he was walking as if each step was his last. Kelli was kicking him hard and using a switch on his back yelling even louder "come on slavehorse or you know what your punishment with be.. move it.. MOVE IT!!!!" Kelli saw me standing there with my mouth wide open.. "what the hell are you trying to do to him.. kill him?" I asked "No" she replied "this is my slavehorse; remember last night when we were talking about the wildest things..well my wildest thing has always been to make a man be my personal horse and train him to carry me as long as I want" "your kidding.. tell me your kidding" I said "does this look like I am kidding?" she asked "let me explain.. a few months ago Ray and I.. this is Ray my slavehorse.. started dating.. when we talked about wild ideas he mentioned he had always wanted to be submissive to a woman.. after a few weeks of talking about it.. he aggeed to be my slave" "you mean he wanted to be put through this?" I asked "No not exactly.. he only wanted me to tie him up and make him eat my pussy.. but I made him agree to being totally owned by me and if he consinted he would have to endure anything I wanted.. no matter how straneous it may be and I also gave him the option to think about it for a few days.. he returned ready to sign the agreement and here he is.. I train him twice during the week and everyweekend" "but your with me everyweekend.. where is he?" I asked "he is kept where all horses are kept.. in his locked stall in my barn" she replied "he was there all last night and as soon as we give him his punishment and meal he will be there while we go out to dinner" this is strange I thought and she must have sensed it.. "listen, if this is too much for you to understand its ok.. you don't have to participate if you don't want.. you can watch.. or go back to the house.. I will be there shortly... I hope you will accept it and remember it has no bearing on you and I.. If you like I will not have any sexual contact with him again.. he has no choice his aggreement leaves in totally up to me" As I started walking up to the house Kelli rode the man into the barn. I had just gotten to the house when I noticed I had a hard on.. really throbing.. after giving it some thought I walked back down to the barn. As I aproaced I could hear the sound of a whip and the man crying out.. counting 46 (snap) 47 (snap) I looked into the barn and there was the man on his knees, his arms tied to a pully on the beam, his ankles tied to his waist.. as I walked in Kelli was laughing at him and talking to him.. "You did not impress my lover.. you slut slavehorse.. you will be punished 100 lashes a day until he decides to take you for a trail ride along side me and my real horse" (snap) 54 (snap) 55 "you will spend the night in the tightest bondage you can imagine and the nipple clamps will stay on till my ride in the morning" (snap) 64 (snap) 65 As I watched and listened I noticed myself playing with my 8" rock hard cock.. the more she hit him the harder it felt.. I must have made a noise.. she turned and caught me looking.. "change your mind?" she asked as she continued to whip him "Not exactly" I said "I just got excited thinking about it and wanted to watch" "Are you hard?" she asked with a smile (snap) 71 (snap) 72 "Yes I am and I guess if you want this you have my support.. but I am not sure how much I can help.. it hurts me to watch you whip him..hasn't he had enough" No.. not near enough" she said "and his punishment will continue until you ride him..but take your time.. it will help me train him better." "He can only carry me 2 hours now before he really tires down and I push him the last hour, but with your weight being so much more he will have to be made to endure my weight for 5 hours to be able to endure yours for 2 and that is what he must carry you when we ride" "I haven't said I would yet" I said "I know.. come here and pull you pants down" (snap) 91 (snap) 92 I walked over and droped my pants.. she stoped the whiping long enough for a hug and kiss "I think you will enjoy this.. let me get these last 5 lashes done" she said and with that .. she hit him the hardest lashes I have ever seen or could imagine.. his back was covered with red lines.. I could feel the heat off of it. then she got behind him put her legs over his shoulders forcing all of her weight on him. I could see his arms stretch from the rafter.. "give me another kiss" she said as she reached my arm and pulled me over. She held me tight and gave me one of the best kisses I have ever had.. then as she huged me tight.. she hit the slavhorse on his back and said "open you mouth, slavehorse" I felt his head move and the warmth of his mouth on the head of my rock hard cock.. she pulled me with a hard jerk and my full 8" was down his throat.. he gaged and tried to pull away.. but Kelli said "don't move, hon.. he will learn" and with that she pulled me as close as she could to her and wrapped her legs around my waist.. we started humping.. her pussy in her jeans on the back of the slavehorses neck and my cock in his mouth.. he kept gaging and the more he struggled the hard we humped.. it was a feeling that is undescribable.. this went on for about 3 minutes and I couldn't hold off any longer.. I shot my load into his mouth and really felt sorry for him.. he was gaging and jerking around and Kelli wouldn't let me move my cock out.. she was still humping.. "again" she said.. and so I started moving again.. this time I felt a little more at ease and it must have been a good 10 to 15 minutes before I shot another load.. I have never had an orgasm as powerful as this one.. I forced my cock deep into the slavehorses mouth.. Kelli yelling.. yes yes.. As we moved away.. I could see the slavehorse crying and looked like he had been crying for a while.. Kelli got off and said.. " run to the house and get the shower started.. just warm water tho.." as I left she was undoing the rope.. but left his hands tied and led him to the house. I didn't realize it was this late.. it was now almost 7pm.. She brought the slavehorse in and put him in the shower.. washed him off and put some perfume on him.. then she put a maids outfit on him.. complete with highheels, fishnet hose, and a skirt the was just about his ass cheeks.. on the front his cock was visible but harnessed.. his hands still tied in front of him and on his neck a collar with a little box on it.. tho I was curious I did not ask.. she orded him to the kitchen to cook our meal. While he was cooking we talked about what had happened and how excited I had gotten.. but I told her I would still have to think about this all before I could accept it.. she said that was fine but that she hoped he would.. for what she wanted was for me and her to live together with a slave and this evening was and example of some of the many things we could enjoy together. She also mentioned that I would not have to ride the slavehorse if I didn't want to..but she wanted to make her slave endure a man for her at least once.. I aggreed it would be a challenge and I would think about it.. then here came our food.. The slave served us at the table, as soon as the food was on the table the slave went to a nearby corner, facing the corner nelt.. Kelli explained that the slave is not to disturb us.. if something is needed the bell would be rang.. this evening we needed nothing.. when we finished the slave was ordered to clean the table and kitchen while she and I went to the living room and started our desert.. tho it was satisfing it was nothing compared to the orgasms I had earlier in the barn. After we got through Kelli ordered the slave to the living room and tied him face up to an odd looking chair..one I had been meaning to ask about but never got around to it... after doing this she excused her self to take a shower "make yourself at home, use the slave if you like I will be down in about an hour" as she walked off. When she was gone I asked the slave what he thought about this.. he did not answer.. then I realized he was ordered not to talk unless given permision.. ok slave.. you may answer my questions but not ask any I said.. now what are your thoughts on being a slave to Kelli? He answered it has always been a fantasy of his to be a slave to a beautiful woman and submitting to Kelli was a dream come true. "but what about the whippings and the being made to carry her" I asked "I don't enjoy pain.. but know Imust endure what she wants to satisfy her and myself" "and what do you think about me being in control of you too" I asked.. he said "tho I have never been involved with a man until today.. and do not like the idea.. if it is what Kelli wants.. I am her slave and must obey and will obey.. she owns me and my contract to slavery". I told him not to speak again, the positioned myself over his face and forced my hard cock into his mouth again.. for him not to like sucking cock.. he did a great job.. I had just made him swallow all of my cum when Kelli returned in a very nice dress.. she was dressed with hose and heels .. she looked great! "go get a shower and chang into something nice.. lets go dance awhile" she said. As I walked up the stairs, I turned to see her flop her weight onto the slave's face.. cross her legs and turn on the TV..

Betty Turning into Nita

Administrator — Mon, 14 Apr 2008 07:47:38 +0000

My first wife,Betty,was what you'd call a nice girl--pretty,honey-blonde, soft-spoken,dependable,reserved.Our love life wasn't much though...not what I'd hoped for when we got married.She seemed to have inhibitions about any but the most "normal" sex acts,and I couldn't get a handle on them.However, sometimes she seemed to hesitate before saying no,and I eventually persuaded her to tell me why. It turned out that she'd had fantasies about doing all sorts of things,but out of guilt she'd always envisioned them as happening to an alter ego who she called Nita."Nita is a bad girl",she told me. "Well..couldn't you be Nita for me in bed?" I asked her. She shook her head."I'd still know I'm Betty",she said.I thought about that. The next day I bought her a dark wig,since she'd told me Nita didn't look like her."When you wear this wig,you're Nita",I told her.She hesitated,but said she'd try it. That night,after she undressed,she put the wig on.She looked at herself in the mirror,psyching herself up.Then we had the best sex we'd ever had.After- wards,she took the wig off,kissed me goodnight,and went to sleep. We started doing this several nights a week.I learned more things about Nita. Nita never ate her vegetables,Nita went to reform school,Nita used blue language(Betty never did),Nita smoked(or so she told me;this was a real surprise,since Betty had made me quit when we got married),Nita played with herself - and didn't mind my watching.I liked going to bed with Nita.The thought crossed my mind that if I could get her to sleep in the wig rather than going back to being Betty after sex,I might be able to get sex out of her in the mornings too. Betty told me that she didn't have any sleepwear that would suit Nita...all her nightgowns were at least knee-length,and Nita was something of an exhibitionist.I got out a catalogue from a sexy-underwear place that Betty had told me I was perverted for getting,and asked her to pick out something for Nita.She selected a pair of crotchless panties and a peekaboo bra.We ordered them,and after they came she began to be Nita all night. Within a few months,she was Nita all night,every night.The more she did things that Betty would never have dreamed of doing,the less she thought of herself as Betty.She took to wearing plenty of cheap makeup,and I got her a broader wardrobe of ultrasexy underwear.I took to thinking how I could get her to spend even more time as Nita. Every morning she would scrub and turn into trim,prim Betty;every night she would change into her wig and blatant undies and become pouty,naughty Nita. I decided to get her some clothes to wear around the house that would suit Nita.My first try was less than successful;the clothes I got her were way too sexy for Betty,but not vulgar enough for Nita.She had to tighten and shorten and slit everything to make them right."You'll have to go out shopping for yourself,Nita",I told her.She shook her head;that was too much for her...yet. Now that she had clothes to wear around the house,she became Nita around dinnertime,and increasingly stayed Nita through breakfast.I noticed she got a bit dirty at times."Nita never washes",she told me. "Nita...you're not Betty.You should say 'I'",I corrected her.The less she thought of being Nita as an act,the better she was at it.She accepted the correction,and from then on we often showered together,with me washing her, though she had to wash her wig and her hair separately. After about six weeks,I finally got her to go out shopping with me as Nita to get some more Nita-type clothes.Like before,the stuff I suggested to her never seemed naughty *enough*.I was amazed at the transformation.Nita wore ultra-short dresses,ultra-short hot pants,peekaboo blouses,net or seamed stockings that she would keep wearing even with runs in them.When she wore panties--about half the time--they would either be crotchless or she would wet them and never mind the smell.Nita was still nervous outside the house, though,and I decided to build her confidence. After a while I brought home a pack of cigarettes.After she had become Nita, I showed them to her."I know you smoke,Nita",I said,"but I've never seen you do it.Wouldn't you like a cigarette?" She took one slowly.I lit it for her,and lit up myself for the first time in a long while.It felt good.I showed her how to smoke,and after a little while she got the hang of it. I encouraged her every evening,and in a month Nita was smoking more than I was.I grew to love the way she ripped the top off a pack and stuffed the cigarettes into her stocking tops,occasionally lifting her skirt to take one out and light it from one she'd smoked to the bottom,and the way she insouciantly blew smoke in my face.I had to live with the way she used anything for an ashtray...that was the way Nita was,cheap and dirty.Most important,once she had the habit,her strong concepts of her Betty self as a non-smoker and her Nita self as a smoker made her feel less at home being Betty and more at home being Nita.We started going out together regularly, and she won some wet T-shirt contests(the kind of place I went with Nita was very different from the place I had gone with Betty). That summer we went to a topless beach,but I noticed Nita was ill at ease. She occasionally checked her wig.I asked her about it later,and she said she was nervous about anyone who knew Betty recognizing her.I got some hair dye and we colored her body hair to match her wig rather than the hair on her head,but it didn't help much.I thought about the problem. A week later I bought a wig that looked a lot like Betty's hair,and another, redheaded wig.When Betty got home that day I showed them to her."This wig is for Betty",I told her,"and this one is for Nita". "But Nita..." "Nita shaves her head",I said,adding an embellishment of my own to Nita's naughtiness for the first time. Betty gulped,but accepted my suggestion.She took off her clothes,and I led her to a mirror.First with scissors,then with a razor,I carefully shaved her bald.She looked with wonderment at her changed appearance.She had symbolically crossed the line from being Betty,who occasionally pretended to be "Nita" for me,to being Nita,who occasionally pretended to be "Betty" for the outside world. A wig falling off could never reveal Nita as Betty,only Betty as Nita. Nita didn't wear the redheaded wig much,but since she had started occasionally flashing people,she occasionally used it to change her appearance. About this time,since Nita had told me pictures of her appeared in men's magazines,I started taking some and sending them to tacky sexy-letters magazines...PLAYBOY et al were too respectable for Nita.Some of them got bought. Nita was delighted,but it embarassed Betty so much I saw even less of her. Not long after this we moved.Although we were still in the same metropolitan area,we had crossed a state line,which meant we needed new driver's licenses. I asked Nita if she could drive,and readily fibbing up a history,she said she had been hot-wiring cars since she was twelve.I challenged her to get a license of her own rather than renewing Betty's.Nita went down to the motor vehicle office and got a learner's permit,and then took her written and road tests - she entertained me with stories of how the instructor made eyes at her and she teased him.Soon Nita had her own driver's license with her picture on it,and Betty's had expired,which meant she had to commute to work as Nita, changing clothes and wig in a bathroom;I hardly ever saw Betty around the house after that.Since her driver's license was such an important ID,Betty transferred her bank accounts into Nita's name. A couple of months later,we decided to take our vacations together in the Bahamas. Nita rummaged through her things(she had far more clothes than Betty did by now) and found an old passport of Betty's,but it had expired."I don't want to take my vacation with Betty",I told her,"I want to take my vacation with you." With her driver's license,her bank ID,and some fancy ootwork,we managed to get Nita a passport.While in the Bahamas,she got her name tattooed on her ass. After we got back,we moved again,this time only a short distance.Betty had introduced herself to the neighbors in the last place,and they had wondered about us since they saw more of Nita than they did of Betty.In the new place Nita was Nita to everybody,even if it grossed them out.In fact,Nita took very few of her "Betty" things along on this move. I had lunch with Betty a few times,just for variety,but now that I knew life with Nita I didn't understand what I'd ever seen in her.She was so dull. About this time Betty's brother,who had been ill in the hospital for many years,took a turn for the worse.He was the only relative she had,and she visited him often.Before long he died,and she had barely gotten over that when her boss,who had been less than understanding of the situation,fired her.Not wanting Nita to suffer over Betty's problems,I suggested that she get a job herself. After she won another wet T-shirt contest,she managed to get a job in a topless bar.It was just the kind of job that suited her.She was nervous at first over the fact that she was expected not only to hustle cheap champagne but be fondled and suck off customers for extra cash.I told her it was okay as long as she told me about everything,steered clear of disease(Nita had her own doctor now;Betty hadn't been to one since we moved),and gave me the money.If I wanted to live with Nita,I had to live with the kind of woman Nita was.I went to the bar often,not only watching Nita,but all the people watching her.I placed bets with myself over whether customers would ask her into one of the private rooms.I was glad to see her become the most popular "hostess" in the place. Through a regular at the bar we learned about a private sex club and became regulars there.Nita found a job at another topless bar that paid a little better,and I managed not to let anyone there know she lived with me...as far as they knew I was just another man who came to stuff tips in her G-string and buy overpriced booze from her. One day Nita told me a patron had asked if she could appear in an X-rated movie he wanted to produce.After hearing that the man had a good record in the field,I told her to do it.All the men who'd seen her bod in magazines deserved a chance to see it on film,and those who'd seen her in the flesh deserved a permanent record. We went to California,where Nita did the movie and got offers to do several more.The producer told us she was a real find,and paid to have her boobs enlarged a bit,but Nita felt being a movie star didn't fit with her image as a cheap slut,and decided to wait a few months at least before doing another picture. We went to Reno,and in the tackiest quickie-wedding chapel we could find,I formally married my second wife,Nita.As we sped off in a rented convertible, Nita reached under her saucy minidress,took off her panties and exuberantly threw them out of the car.When we got home,I inserted a wedding ring in her nipple. We gave away the last of Betty's clothes,and buried her college diploma and a few of her odds and ends in the back yard as a sort of funeral.There really wasn't any reason to have her around any more. I love life with Nita.She's my kind of girl.

Rileys Anticipation

Administrator — Wed, 09 Apr 2008 12:17:17 +0000

It had been months since I had seen him. Three months to be exact, three months of loneliness and frustration of the emotional and sexual kind. The intensely sexual kind. Three months of becoming literally a mistress of the art of masturbation and self-pleasuring. Three months of experience which I couldn't wait to share with Brian. These were the thoughts that filtered through the sleepiness of my jet-lagged brain as I stared out the tiny fiberglass window of the plane. Not that there was anything to see but the fluffy whiteness of clouds, so there was no view to distract me from my contemplation. And considering the reunion soon to be at hand, I could think of little else but finally ending three months worth of gruelling celibacy. I checked my watch again. Still an hour and a half remaining in the flight. With a sigh I lowered the window shade and nestled my head against the pillow I had stuffed between the seat and the wall of the airplane. My gritty eyelids inexorably lowered, and I dozed... He stroked my face and gazed into my eyes as I squirmed underneath him. I gazed back earnestly, all of the need and desire mirrored blatantly there for him to see. But still he teased me. Lifting his hips, he probed my pussy with just his cock head, and in my sensitized condition, could almost feel the slit slide like a custom- made groove over my clit. I arched against him further, seeking to suck him inside of me, needing the penetration so badly I thought I would die. Although I knew he wanted it almost as badly as I did, he still withheld. "Just a second," he said, "Need to make sure you're wet enough." Then his mouth was on mine, his tongue plunging into my mouth aggressively. My eyes were closed, my head swam, but still I could feel his hand snake down between our two sweating bodies, inch into my damp muff, and slide a finger slowly over my clit and down between the cleft of my slick pussy lips. He pushed his finger inside of me, up to his bottom knuckle, and wiggled it around, testing the waters, as his knuckles continued to grind into my hot mound. "Oh God..." I moaned shakily, "Please..." His hand left my soaking cunt, and slithered up between our torsos, leaving a slimy trail up my abdomen. He stopped to cup one heavy breast, and roughly pinched my nipple. I gasped. "Please...?" he said. "Please..." I cleverly repeated. I could take his teasing no longer. My hands raked a trail down his back to his ass, gripping it fiercely. For once, he obliged me by repositioning the head of his cock to the entrance of my pussy, nestling the hot tip between my hotter lips. I tried to pull his hips into mine, aching to feel the familiar spreading of his fat prick as it forged into my hole. But although I, to my credit, am a strong woman, he was still a stronger man. His buttock cheeks clenched tightly in my straining hands, and he remained poised just outside my throbbing cunt. "Please...what?" he urged. "Please...fuck me now!!" I sobbed, the words tearing from me. I was never a very vocal person when it came to sex, and he was never very insistent on hearing me voice my carnal needs. But this time it seemed he needed to hear me verify how much I needed him as much as I DID need him: desperately. Without reply, he crushed his lips down on mine once again, and the tension of his ass under my hands abruptly released as he sank down into me. He literally sank. His cock was so thick, even with my relatively spacious pussy, the first time he entered me was always a stretch, his penis literally pushing the walls of my cunt out of the way as it broke new ground. And the sensation, prolonged all this time, felt so goddamned good I thought I would faint. Oh, if only I could have that first thrust, over and over again, every time. He started slowly, rocking against me, his cock sliding out and in rhythmically, alternately filling and emptying my pussy, only to stuff it once more with his considerable girth again, and the excruciating pleasure of it quickly brought on the familiar tingle of my impending orgasm. I always feel my orgasms well in advance, and enjoy considerable buildup before the release. But once I felt it start, I turned into a wild woman, clutching and groping at Brian with unchained fervor, my hips arching up to lock against his, such that every forceful thrust ground his pelvis into my aching clit. Which only made me crazier, more desperate. Brian responded to my frenzy by picking up the pace, no longer sinking and withdrawing, but slamming and jerking, fucking me with increasing speed and force. Both of us were out of control, and strained against each other, grasping each other as we both approached orgasm. We were two perfectly orchestrated instruments, playing each other expertly. My melody: crescendo, crescendo, crescendo...FORTE!!! I came with a vengeance, my body stiffening, my breath catching in my throat, only barely audible whimpers of pleasure a staccato to the rhythm of our bodies. And as I came, my cunt spasmed forcefully around his pounding prick, squeezing him, encouraging him, and with a few more grunts and thrusts, he responded with his harmony: a moan of a deeper timbre, long, drawn out, his cum blasting hotly inside of me like a clash of cymbals, loud, then softer, softer, softer...to fall silent as the symphony wound down to its conclusion. Our bodies and breathing playing decrescendo, decrescendo, decrescendo...pianissimo. It was searingly hot in the room, our bodies covered with a sheen of perspiration. But after he slowly pulled out of me, he held me close, plastering me to him, ignoring the sticky heat of us both. We shared a langorous moment of silence, then, "I'm going to miss you." I turned to face him, saw the sincerity in his eyes, and kissed him softly. "I'm going to miss you too. I love you so much..." "I love you too." We cuddled for a few moments longer, then began the painful process of packing... A jolt of turbulence woke me up. I blinked my eyes hastily, and noticed that I had curled up into the narrow seat, facing the window. Furthermore, one arm had stolen surreptitiously into my folded lap, and the heel of one palm was pressed into the cleft between my legs. I blushed as I remembered about women not being able to experience orgasm in a dream unless there is some physical stimulation outside the dream. I sniffed tentatively, and sure enough, there was the faint but tangible smell of arousal wafting gently around me. Oh God. I lifted my head from the pillow and craned my neck to peek at the passenger seated next to me, separated by an empty seat in the triad. The man was youngish, and nice-looking...and staring intently at me. I tried not to blush furiously. After all, I didn't know how much of my activities were visible, or how much of those activities he had noticed. I quickly averted my eyes, and began to straighten myself out. I eased my hand and arm from between my legs, and slowly untwisted my cramped body. I straightened my hair and patted down my rumpled clothes, and then half-stood and cleared my throat, indicating to my seat-mate my need to pass by. He quickly - almost too quickly - rose from his seat and moved into the narrow aisle to allow me enough room. I scrambled awkwardly by, my eyes bashfully downcast, and as I slipped into the aisle I couldn't help but notice the disturbance in his loose pants. Specifically, the sizeable bulge in his trousers. I mumbled a brief thank you and hurried down the aisle to the miniature bathrooms in the rear of the plane. I slipped into an unoccupied stall, engaged the bolt, and sat down with a whomp on the toilet seat. Moments later, I was seized by a fit of uncontrollable giggling, and had to clench my aching sides as they heaved with my laughter. I don't know whether my seat-mate had noticed me masturbating myself to orgasm as I napped. It was conceivable that he could simply smell my heat. Brian had often told me that when I was horny, it was obvious. I almost hoped that he had witnessed me indulging myself, then I would at least know that he got a good show for his frustration. I spent the next few minutes putting myself back in order, urinating with much relief, and wiping up some extremely copious juices of another sort from my soaking pussy, adjusting my clothes, combing my hair, and splashing some cold water over my face. In short order, I felt human again, calm and composed, albeit extremely relaxed. I felt good. I almost whistled as I made my way back to my seat, and was even able to smile pleasantly at my seat-mate - and at his still-obvious erection - as I maneuvered myself back into my seat. I buckled myself in and made myself comfortable for the duration of the flight, which, by my watch, was now only a half-hour short of ending. I finished my flight much as I had started it: by staring out the window, my thoughts on my impending reunion with Brian, now only minutes away. The man next to me made no attempt at communication, which was just as well. As impressive as his bulge had been, I only had thoughts of Brian as the plane flared in for its landing. A short taxi later, and the population of the plane was concertedly collecting its belongings and filing out into the gate of the airport. I smiled at my seating partner one last time as I stepped into line in front of him, and eagerly debarked the plane.

After New Year Party

Administrator — Wed, 02 Apr 2008 15:55:44 +0000

The time was 3:15, and the last guest has just left our New Year's Eve party. Although the place is a mess, we are very happy because the party went so well. Also, we know that now we have our own personal celebration to look forward to. After all, we have to start off the new year right!!! I take you by the hand into the bedroom; our shadows dancing in the candle's glow. We sit down on the edge of the bed, next to the icebucket & champagne I strategically placed earlier in the evening. I pour us both a glass, and we sip on the champagne as we look into each other's eyes. Slowly we come to each other and join in a soft kiss; the bubbles from the champagne tickling our tongues as we meet. Our hands gently caress each other as we kiss deeply and passionately. My hands find your breasts, and feel your nipples poking through your blouse. I start to massage your breasts, and I can tell by your beating heart that you wish me to continue. By now we have broken our kiss, and I begin to kiss your neck, biting gently as I go. You tilt your head back and allow me full access to your neck, and I am more than happy to oblige. I make my way up to your ear, and softly nibble on your lobe. You feel my warm breath in your ear as I lightly trace your outer ear with my tongue. Your soft sigh confirms that you are pleased. My hands in the meantime have also been quite busy. I grab the bottom of your blouse & begin to pull it over your head. As I slowly raise it the fabric rubs against your pert nipples, sending shivers through your body. I pause my kissing of your neck long enough to get the blouse over your head, and also to get a view of your firm breasts in the soft candlelight. My shadow rests between them, and I know that soon I will be there also. You run your fingers through my hair, and pull my head to your chest. I can feel your heart beating against my cheek, and I feel your soft breath on the top of my head. I trace a circle around your nipple with my tongue, and feel the tiny bumps on your aureole. I then take your nipple between my lips, and very softly suckle it, careful not to be too rough. I moisten it with my tongue, and rub my teeth on it delicately. Not wanting to neglect other treasures, my hands begin to unzip your skirt. I pull the zipper down in the back slowly, hearing the teeth unclasp as I go. I slide my hands down the back of your skirt, and feel the lace on your panties. My hands cup around your buttocks, and I squeeze them firmly. I run a finger under the edge of your panties and trace a path along the contour of your cheek. The softness of your skin drives me crazy. I then remove my hands, and you slide off the edge of the bed and stand, so that I may remove your skirt with ease. I take hold of your skirt & begin to drag it down your body, admiring the shape of your legs as I go. I also am treated to the vision of your white panties, which are slightly transparent. I can see the dark hairs of your pubic mound through the lace. I sigh in anticipation. You step out from the ring your skirt has left on the floor and move towards me. I look up at you, and see a light glow around your hair from the candlelight. I wonder to myself if you have ever looked so beautiful. You smile a tiny smile, and slowly sink down to your knees. We are now nearly face to face, and we gaze deeply into each others eyes. You reach forward, and you start to unbutton my shirt, top to bottom. As you reach my navel my shirt begins to open wide, exposing my upper body. You lean forward and softly kiss my chest. I remove my shirt, and you begin to undo my belt, slowly pulling it from my waist. I lean back so that you may undo my zipper, and slide my pants down my legs. The hair on my legs rustles as you pull them towards you. I kick off my shoes so you may completely remove my pants, and you toss them aside, knowing that I won't be wearing them again tonight. You look at my crotch, still concealed by my briefs, and notice that your seductive work has not gone unappreciated. The growing bulge tells you all that you need to know. You run your hands up my legs, stopping at my thighs. I can tell from the look in your eyes what you wish me to do. I reach down and take your hands, and slowly pull you to the bed. You roll onto your back, with your legs hanging over the edge, feet touching the floor. I now notice that you have left on your high heels, and I silently think my approval. I slip off the edge of the bed to my knees, and admire the wonderful view that you have allowed me. I then caress your beautiful body, starting at your feet and working all the way up to your face. You take one of my fingers into your mouth, and gently suck on it, driving me wild. My other hand continues it's caresses, first running through your soft hair, then kneading a firm breast. I slip my finger from your mouth, slick with your saliva, and trace a path from your mouth down to your navel. I circle & tease your bellybutton, finally sliding my finger into it. You arch your back suddenly, and I realize that I have found a ticklish spot. I playfully tickle you for a few seconds, and then stop, knowing that there are other matters much more deserving of my attention. My hands then slide down to your panties, which now have become slighly more transparent from your wetness. I slip my fingers into the band, and start to pull them down, wiggling them over your hips. You lift your hips upward so that I may get them down further, and I admire the firmness of your stomach. The panties slide easily down your legs once past your hips, and you raise your knees to your chest so that I may get them over your shoes. This also allows me a glimpse of your hidden treasure, which I am dying to explore further. You put your heels gently on my shoulders, being careful not to drive the spikes into my flesh. You still have kept your thighs together, not yet giving me the full view I wish to see. I begin to kiss your ankles softly, alternating from leg to leg. Each kiss lands a little higher and higher, until I am at your knees. You slide your legs over my shoulders so that the back of your knees rests firmly on them. I run my fingertips up from your buttocks and over your thighs, making you shiver. I then bring them around your legs, to your knees, and begin to pry your legs apart. You resist at first to tease me, but then you succumb and give in. I take a few seconds to stare at your womanhood, fascinated and pleased. I then continue kissing your legs, working up your inner thighs. I land soft feathery kisses all over, in no particular rush. I wish to savor the moment myself, as well as build your anticipation. Soon thereafter I reach your pelvis, at the point where your leg meets your hip. I am careful to avoid your treasure, making you squirm in disagreement. I kiss around your lovely bush and follow your tan line, all the way up your hip. I follow it back across your lower abdomen, and over to your other hip. The quick rising and lowering of your stomach tells me that you are ready. I kiss downward from your hip, and reach the top of your leg. My mouth is just inches away from your most delicate prize. I take a deep breath and I begin to blow gently, making sure to hit the spot I desire. You moan your approval. I then take my fingers and pry apart your petals, so that I may be granted access to all I desire. The pinkness of your inner lips is glistening with your juices. Not quite ready to rush in, I form a small ball of saliva upon my lips. I let the droplet fall slowly down, like a pendulum on a clock. I dangle it enticingly above your clit, and let it fall upon your love button. You squirm in delight, and it runs down your slit, and settles somewhere below. I now feel that you have suffered enough, and should be rewarded for your patience. I begin by taking my tongue and gently running it up the length of your outer lips, starting at the bottom. I circle the entire course, and then settle upon your opening. I have waited much too long to taste your sweet nectar. I plunge my tongue into you, thrashing about. My tongue will go no further, and my nose is buried in your furry mound. My tongue explores deep inside you, my chin wet from saliva and juices. After I feel my exploration is complete, I withdraw my tongue to give attention to other needing areas. I gently flutter my tongue over your clit, only touching every so often. I am careful to not give too much stimulation to this most sensitive spot. I play off of your reactions, letting you thrust your hips to me. You grind your pelvis into my face, and I am only too happy to tend to your need. I could do this forever, but I have a different idea. I reach over to the champagne bottle, and remove an ice cube from the bucket. You spot this and you shudder. You know all to well what I have in store for you. I take the ice cube and place it into my mouth. The coldness of the cube makes me want to spit it out, but I suffer through it so I may do what I wish. When the cube has melted, I take my now cold tongue and touch the tip onto your clit. Your reaction is immediate. You withdraw at first, but then your curiousity gets the better of you and you thrust your hips to me, and suffer the initial shock. I tell by your reaction that you feel you made the right decision. We continue until my tongue returns to it's more natural temperature, and then some. Not feeling like we have explored all options, I take another ice cube out of the bucket. I bring it above your stomach, and let a drop of melted ice fall into your bellybutton. I slowly bring it downward, letting droplets make a little beaded path down your lower abdomen. I can see water droplets sparkling in your bush, the shiny beads a stark contrast to your dark pubic hair. I take the cube & gently touch it to your lips, trying to let you adjust to the temperature as well as you can. I slip the cube between your lips and insert it into you, making you gasp loudly. I then take my tongue and plunge it into you, trying to lick the cube. I play this game of cat and mouse until the cube has finally melted, soaking both you and my face. You take a deep breath and I know that you are ready for new pursuits. I remove my briefs and let loose my swollen organ, which is aching for some attention. I climb on top of the bed, slowly rubbing my chest up your body as I go. I feel your nipples poke into my chest, and I press harder, rubbing them even more. You run your fingers through my hair, and down my back, leaving tiny scratches along the way. We now are face to face, and we take a moment to gaze passionately into each other's eyes. My face still wet from our previous endeavor, we join in a kiss. You do not care that you are tasting yourself within my mouth. We kiss each other deeply, and continue to enjoy the sensation of our rubbing flesh. My erect shaft is pressed against your waiting pussy, throbbing in anticipation. I begin to rub it against you, your lips still very wet & providing ample lubrication. We grind our hips together, without any penetration. Our pace steadily quickens. You bring your legs up to my waist, and wrap them around me. I do not care that your heel is stabbing into my back. I arch myself up on my arms, and you reach down and gently grab my cock. You slowly guide it to your awaiting lips and place the head just barely inside. I want to thrust in immediately, but I hold back. You bring your hips up to me, and my cock slides in slowly and easily. I feel your warmness start to engulf me. We continue until it is in all the way, our pubic hairs joined together like velcro. We pause, and enjoy the sensation of being joined as one. We then begin to grind, very slowly in circles. I can feel your inner walls surrounding me. Our grinds start to turn into thrusts, and we begin to move in unison, still keeping control. Still perched upon my arms, I am able to look down and see myself plunging in and out of you. I find this sight to be very erotic, and start to slowly quicken my pace. Your movements keep time, and we continue, picking up speed slowly. I lower myself down so that I may kiss you, and our chests press together. I can feel your heart pounding, and know that it won't be much longer. Our gasps and moans turn louder and louder, our kiss more frantic as we go. Your fingernails sink deeply into my back, and the pain just intensifies what I am feeling. By now we are thrusting as hard as we can, and your breasts are swaying in small circles. You let out a loud gasp and I know your time is about to come. I thrust even harder, wanting to share your climax with you. Your body convulses, and I know that you have hit your peak. My body also tenses as I ejaculate deep inside of you, spraying my love into you. You sink your teeth into my shoulder and I hardly even feel the pain. We continue our motions far after I have come, until you are ready to stop. I collapse on top of you, our bodies slick with sweat. We kiss each other softly upon the lips, and close our eyes. We drift asleep knowing that whatever may happen, the new year has gotten off to quite a beginning.

Raven And Her Lover

Administrator — Fri, 29 Feb 2008 19:16:35 +0000

I lay on the couch, my head in his lap. Staring up at him I realize how lucky I am to be where I am. He slowly and absentmindedly plays with my dark hair as he sits entranced by the movie we rented. All I can think of his how wonderful he looks. His deep green eyes and soft white skin. How his lean frame looks as he stands under the running water of a hot shower in the morning. How his light brown hair stands on end in the when he drags himself out of bed, awakened by an obnoxious alarm clock. I think...I can't wait until the movie is over. Maybe I'll get up and draw a hot bubble bath so it's ready. Not sure I can move, his carressing has put me in such a deep state of relaxation. My mind starts to wander again. The bath will be nice. He will blow bubbles in my face and I will lean back against him so my bottom rests in between his legs. Maybe he will wash my hair and back, or maybe we'll just relax and listen to the soft music in the background. The candle will start to flicker, reminding us that we really should go to bed for we have a full day ahead of us. I'll get out of the tub first and grab a green towel from the bar. Handing it to him, I get another for myself. As we dry each other off, he will embrace me and kiss me long, hard and deep, stirring emotions I hold deep inside myself. As we hold each other I can feel somthing growing long and hard. Knowing how excited we are both getting, I take him by the hand and lead him to the bedroom. The lights are already off but I decide that a candle should be lit. I want to see his face, I want to look into his eyes. Something funny must have happened in the movie because he's laughing. I like his laugh, just as I like his smile, the way he moves and the the way he talks. There is nothing fake about him and I appreciate that. He is so sexy, he doesn't even have to try. The scented candle is lit. The room starts to smell like vanilla and the clean scent of our fresh bodies. I lie down on the bed and wait for him to come to me. It doesn't take long for him to appear beside me. His lips meet mine and we kiss for awhile. His hand start to slide down my body. When our lips part, he moves his down to my small breasts with their tan nipples. Nibbling at them, they soon become hard. His hand runs itself along the inside of my thighs and makes it's way up to the prize. A hot, wet pussy awaits his skillful fingers. As he concentrates on pleasing me, I move my hand down his chest. My nails scraping against his skin. As they near his cock, he shivers in anticipation. My hand grabs hold of his hard member and begins to slowly move up and down. His finger circles my clitoris and the very tip of my lower lips. Very lightly it circles, it speeds up for awhile than slows down. Occasionally it reaches down for more lubrication but always returns to what it was doing before. My body begins to tense. I beg for him to do it faster. As he speeds up a tingling feeling starts at my toes, causing them to curl, and rushes up my body. My stomach contracts and I become totally unaware of my surroundings. A moan escapes from my lips and I smile as my body finally relaxes. Now I pull away from him and lay him down flat on the queen size bed with it's black cotton sheets. My lips embrace his and my tongue eagerly explores his mouth. A little nibble on the ears and a love bite on the neck and my tongue slowly makes it's way down his chest. It doesn't take too long for my mouth to find it's mark. I run my tongue along the shaft and around the tip. A drop of precum appears and it is soon gone down my throat. Grabbing his balls in my hand I plunge my mouth over his hard cock and start to move up and down. As I move up my lips wrap around and put a little pressure on the throbbing cock. He groans and I taste more salty precum. As his hip start to buck mildly, I relax my throat muscles in order to let his beautiful manhood slide all the way in. His groans are becoming more frequent and his body is starting to tense. I stop. Sitting up, I position myself above him and quickly slip down onto his cock, letting it slide into my pussy with ease. My hips move in circles at first but then I move up and down. Slowy at first but then with more urgency. Rolling over, he is soon on top of me, pounding his cock inside of me with such speed and strength. Knowing that he is soon going to cum, I match his speed and try to grab his cock with my pussy. It works....his body stiffens and a low long gutteral groan enters my ears. He shudders and rolls over onto the bed. His face illuminated by the candle shows utter contentment and a big smile. As I pull myself out of my reverie I realize that the movie has ended and he is staring at me. I smile back at him, get up off the couch and tell him that I'm going to start running the bath water.

Tight Anus Sex

Administrator — Tue, 26 Feb 2008 20:27:12 +0000

"Oh babe, what a magnificent cock you have. That was better than I ever imagined it could be." "What do you mean, better than you imagined it could be?" "I thought that was clear enough" "You mean you never..." "Never what, you mean...fucked in the ASS...or fucked in the ass by YOU?" "Well I guess you have ass fucked before, so you must mean me, right?" "That's very presumptuous of yourself, to think that hard cock still twitching in my ass is that good." "Then this WAS your first?" "Yeah, and boy did it...you, live up to expectations." "Well to tell the truth it was my first time too." "No, don't bull shit me. The way you slipped it in, so smooth and gentle. I was ready for the fucking of my rosy little anus. Fred told me you were well hung." "Fred? And what else has he told you about me?" "Oh, let's just say, more than enough, if this performance was any indication." "God, your ass is tight and so...so sleek...I think I could get hard again just looking at it. Not to mention the fact your tight little hole still has a death grip on it." "The better to keep you hard my dear, don't you like being hard?" "What do you think, it's your ass it's stuck in.", shoving what was left of my hard-on in deeper. "I think I like it...like you doing it...doing my ass...you do like my ass don't you?" "You need ask, this boner in your tight little butt should be all the answer you ever need." "I guess it was rather redundant." "So how long have you been planning this little, or should I say big seduction, slash, scene?" "Well let me just say all the elements came together at the right time and the opportunity presented itself. You know what they say?" "No, what?" "Opportunity may knock, but you have to open the door. My back door in this case." "Oh and what a lovely door it is too!" "Well I try and keep it in shape." "But what made you want to ass fuck with me in the first place? All the other women I have ever been with just go nuts if I so much as touch their little buds with my cock." "Well it all started about a week ago. My roommate is always bringing her boyfriend home for the night. We have this house that overlooks the beach and has a solar room for a porch. I had fallen asleep on the big old couch out there when I was awakened by voices. It was dark and for some strange reason I just lay there staring up at the stars for a moment before getting up to excuse myself and beat my usual hasty retreat to my room." "So what does that have to do with ass fucking?" "Do you want to hear this story or not?" "Alright, I'll shut up...go on" "Well, as I was about to raise up to leave I heard her say something to him about being her back-door man. I was curious since she had often bragged about what a great lover he was and that he had introduced her to the pleasures of being fucked in her behind. Well I was shocked at this revelation and called her bluff. But she insisted that it was all true. I told her no one would ever put his cock up my ass. Not only had she said that having him work her tight rear end was absolutely the hottest thing she had ever done, but that he often stuffed a big rubber prick up her cunt before entering her. Since the door to my room was closed I could only assume she must have thought I was already in out of the way for the night." "So what did this guy look like?" "Hank, is one of those blond beach boy types...golden tan and keeps his body in great shape. But I had only imagined what the rest of him looked like, at least up till now and I wasn't about to miss out on checking out this pecker that was supposed to be heaven on earth." "So were you disappointed?" "I hate to admit it, but I was getting wet out there just at the thought of getting a peek at this prime poker. Well when I finally peeked over the back of the couch, she was already peeling his shorts down his hips. The bulge in his crotch told me he wasn't there just for a good night kiss. He kicked the crumpled cloth at his ankles out of his way. Spinning her around he quickly slipped the zipper at the back of her dress down to the small of her back. Peeling the white summer dress from her shoulders, stopping just long enough to squeeze her breasts before letting it fall to her feet, he ground his bulge into the cleft of her ass. Her head tilted back as his hands circled her naked breasts, holding each nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Rolling them gently as a low groan slipped from her lips. My hand was already slipping under the waistband of my jogging shorts. The tingle in my groin telling me my own little bud was growing stiff and hard as his cock." "Jesus, I would have loved to have been there on that couch with you." "She wasn't wearing any panties, who knows where or when they disappeared. Her high heel shoes thrusting her ass up and back as he snaked one hand down her belly and slipped it between her legs. Instinctively she opened her thighs giving his hand better access to, what must have been, a rock hard clit. My own fingers slipped between my outer lips as I sent them on their mission of relief. Feeling them enter the slick warm folds I turned my attention back to the scene before me. Her mouth hung open as one hand worked the glistening patch of fur between her spread legs while the other darted from nipple to nipple, alternately pulling and rolling them with his skillful fingers. Do me babe, do me good I want it....give it too me...all of it, she groaned, as his hands worked her body. Reaching behind her she slipped her thumbs into the waist of his jock-strap and quickly squatting to the floor pulled them down his thighs. His great cock sprung free, half erect, waiting for her. She spun around and slipped the giant head between her lips." "Like some one else I know...you can go to the head of the class." "Her hands clung to his ass as she drove his weapon down her waiting throat. Quickly she worked her lips down his shaft to the base. Her nose buried in the blond patch of fur covering his belly. Slipping one hand free, she found and squeezed his huge balls. This guy was hung like a horse. My own clit was buzzing as I wished I was the one swallowing that twitching monster. Her other hand dropped down between her thighs, her fingers working her now dripping honey hole. Slipping in and out, then farther back to circle her tiny red bud. I could see the shiny wetness as she continued spreading her juices over the tight little sphincter. Her other hand gripped and worked his balls as his hands slipped through her hair. My own clit was a hard little button as the hair on my neck tingled. Would he...would he really fuck her in the ass? I couldn't believe that hunk of meat she had down her sucking throat would ever fit up her tiny rear end. I no sooner wondered when she stood straight up in front of him, stared deep into his eyes, fixed his stare and turned and bent over the back of the old overstuffed chair. Reaching under the cushion she handed him a long slender object. From my vantage point I couldn't tell what it was other then it seemed pink in color. He backed away from her ass as she protested; "Do me babe, do me in the ass." "Do you want it all?", he asked. "Yes...for Christ sakes yes... do me all... give me the double... do me double.", she pleaded. With that he raised the object he had in his hand, positioned it at the mouth of her dripping box and waited. "Come on do me babe.... shove it in... fill me... give it to me.", she pleaded as he waited. I wanted to dash in there and jam it in myself. My fingers churned my rock hard bud... I was on the verge. I knew I would explode when he finally drove, what I could now tell was, a giant rubber cock up her steaming cunt. "Like this baby", he taunted as he plunged it in. The long thick phallus filling her shaking ass till the big rubber balls stopped the forward thrust. "Yes... God... yes... Oh... I dreamed about it all day... now give me the rest... come on fuck me... fill me... I have to have it... I have to have that big dick of yours...come on babe...you know how tight it is... you want it... I know you do", she begged as the huge rubber cock twitched in her heaving belly as her first orgasms undulated along its length. My knees pulled up to my chest as the first electric jolts shot from my own pulsing clit. Slowly he rubbed his magnificent prick up and down the crack of her ass. "Come on babe... right in here", she said reaching back with both hands and pulling the cheeks of her ass apart. I could see the tiny puckered hole, red and wet, there at the center of her silky white ass. Gently he settled the purple head against the tight puckered opening. "Yes my darling... give it to me... I need it... I want it... bugger me... fuck my little ass." The words drifted across the room to my ears....I could not believe this was the same demure woman with whom I had roomed for the last two years. The cheeks of his ass went hollow as he flexed his well muscled flanks. "Yeah, baby take... take it all... you know how you like it... ride my stallion... open it up... let your prince of cocks in your back door", he urged her. "Yes... babe... come on push... push babe... push that magnificent dick up my tight hole.... feel how tight I am... let me feel it.", she begged as he pressed forward. My eyes fixed on her shaking ass as the jolts from my buzzing clit seemed to race back between my own legs. I could not believe it.. The more I watched the action of his mighty weapon...the more my own behind itched. I worked on my clit, dipping in and out of my own boiling hot honey pot. Slipping my fingers farther south they circled my own tight little bud. A warm glow was spreading over my own ass as I watched transfixed at the sight before me. My demure little roommate taking this great stud's cock up her tiny ass. "Yes, that's it... drive it home!", she groaned in a low voice as he gained entrance passed her tight sphincter. My own finger as if with a mind of its own entered my own tiny hole as I felt the warm glow spreading up my spine. "You're tight tonight baby, real tight", he spat through clenched teeth. "Tight for you my sweet... fuck me sweet... slip that big slick cock in my back door... let me catch the head with my tight little ring. Feel it babe... feel how tight I am for you." Her head was pulled back as she arched her back as his cock reached deeper into her bowels. "Fill me... shoot me full.... shoot your hot load.", she pleaded. My own index finger now buried deep in my own back door. He sawed his mighty cock in and out. Sweat covering his body as he assaulted her tight rear end. "Come babe... fill me with your cum... shoot... blow your seed up my tight rear end.", her voice urgent. His pace quickened as he slammed into her shaking rump. My own fingers were working my backside with as much pleasure as my throbbing clit had once given me. I could not believe it, I could almost feel his cock in me.... God I wanted a cock in my ass.... a big hard throbbing cock. His jaw clenched as he pumped his hot load up her shaking behind. "Yes... yes... yes... my hot fucking stud... fill me... fill my little hole... love it... love it like you taught me... drain those balls... give me your lovely hot sticky load.... yes... yes.. yesssssss.", she trailed off as the convulsions shook her body. His head thrown back, his final thrusts burying his squirting member deep in her heaving rump. The dildo filling her cunt stretching her tight and snug around his convulsing cock. My own ass tingled as I worked my finger into my own musky hole. The orgasms shooting between the tip of my clit and the pulsing little muscle that gripped my finger. I bit my lip as my body felt the waves flow over it. Nipples to clit, clit to anus, anus to clit and back to my nipples. It was as if my whole body was a lightning rod for jolt after pleasure gathering jolt... wave after wave of pure hot electric pleasure. Covered in sweat I watched as he pulled his huge weapon from her stretched hole. Cum covered the still purple head as she lay shaking, the huge rubber dick still buried deep in her cunt. I rolled on my back, closed my eyes and knew then and there I wanted a real, flesh and blood cock. I wanted one, dare I say it, up my OWN ASS!, and I wanted it bad. The next thing I knew the sun was shining in my eyes. Was it a dream? I thought, then I found my hand still buried between my legs and looking into the living room, there on the floor, by the old overstuffed chair, was the biggest rubber dick I had ever seen. My clit was buzzing again just looking at it. I had to do it and I had a plan." "So how did you get here and what made you so sure I would fuck you... and in the ass as well?" "Well that's a whole other story, I think that will keep a little longer", she said as she wiggled her ass against my renewed hard-on. The lusty story from her sweet lips breathing new life into my sagging cock. Was it true, I still don't know, but it sure had the effect she was after. "You like my little story?" "Yeah, I like....your...", as I jammed the shaft deeper up her back side. "Oh, yes...yes...come for me...fuck my little ass hole...come babe...", her words echoed in my ears as I lashed her tight little passage. Maybe I was dreaming?

Rock On My Cock

Administrator — Sun, 24 Feb 2008 08:08:49 +0000

I could feel her warmth slide around me, at first uncertain of the long- awaited intrusion but then opening eagerly to my faster strokes. The sound of us, of our bodies, mixed with the rain now beginning to fall outside, the thunder every moment coming closer. I could feel her begin to lose control of her emotions, to open herself to pure pleasure, and my intensity increased as the same time, rocking harder and breathing deeply as she rode up and down me, tightening her inner muscles as I retracted and loosening as I re-entered each time. Finally the outside world became immaterial, the TV, the apartment, the rain, and we exploded together there on the living room floor, abruptly lessening the pace and returning to stillness. "Hold on a second, I gotta close the windows." she said.

Confessions of Rileys boyfriend

Administrator — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 14:29:36 +0000

We rolled off the couch onto the floor, pushing the makeshift coffee table out of the way and laughing as the beer cans rolled across the room, rocking our bodies together in unison, her breasts in my hands and her hands searching my back, my arms, my chest. A rumble of thunder sounded in the distance as the wind picked up, signs of an upcoming storm. I writhed with her, feeling the warmth of her clit as she rocked against my fingers, the tiredness of her face overcome with pleasure, a smile appearing on sad lips. Ellen grabbed me and pulled me close, insistent upon immediate satisfaction, begging me with her eyes and pushing her hips against mine.

Controlled by her desires

Administrator — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 20:56:24 +0000

A quick motion and she removed my shirt, leaving my work-tired chest bare to the room, kissing me down my neck and then holding me tight. Her blond hair fell against the cushion behind her, spreading out broadly and contrasting with the darkness of the room. With her help we removed her shirt and tank-top bra, leaving two small round breasts for my attentions. She too had worked most of the afternoon and night, and our worn bodies ached for release, for an excuse to be tired and dirty. I alternately kissed her and ran my fingers across her stomach, teasing toward her breasts until finally catching them with my mouth, one by one, adoring and worshiping her with every motion. Our pants huddled together in one little mass at the foot of the sofa, liberating our bodies and letting the sexual tension build higher. She rolled me over onto my back and moved to the floor, deftly taking me into her mouth and edging me slowly on, the black and white images of the TV reflecting on the ceiling and across her smooth back. I wanted her, wanted her next to me, holding me, pushing me, being tough and charming. She was strong, in control of the situation and I was being controlled by her desires, her breasts heaving with her respiration and her legs slowly beginning to shake from excitement.

Rileys lucky friend

Administrator — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 16:01:48 +0000

Her apartment was old and small, up on the third floor, all the windows open and the breeze blowing through the broken screens. She went off to the kitchen for the beer she had promised me as I settled down into the couch, feeling the decades of life that the apartment had seen, the stains on the wall from previous occupants and the scars in the hardwood floor from long ago. Ellen turned on the TV and sat down next to me, a six-pack in hand, kicking off her shoes and leaning to my shoulder. Some old serial was playing on the tube, black and white images reflecting off the few things she had in the room, as her hair moved with the summer wind. I put an arm around her as she pushed up even closer to me, holding her tightly and feeling her body move with every breath. She was watching the television half-heartedly, her legs curled up under her like a small child. After a few minutes of silence she looked up at me and for the first time I noticed her intense blue eyes. She glanced down to her cigarette and after taking a long drag put it out and looked up at me, her pouty lips betraying her inner emotions. I reached down for her leg and felt her quiver with my touch, move even closer to me as we kissed, at first tentatively and quickly with force. I pushed her back and she grabbed me, running her hands up and down my back as we rubbed our bodies together.

Rebellious Slut

Administrator — Tue, 08 Jan 2008 20:56:54 +0000

Ellen came over to my table, setting down her coffee, cigarettes, and a couple of left-over pastries. For some reason I had expected her face to be different, soft in contrast to her harsh persona, but it also looked rebellious. She offered me one of the pastries and we chatted together as we ate; for some strange reason she attracted me greatly, she was gutsy and brash but at the same time coquettishly feminine. Grandi had finished up in the back and from habit I knew it was time to take off. The crisp air was a sharp contrast to that of the cafe as Ellen and I walked out to the now deserted sidewalk. When I found out that she lived in the old district about a mile East I offered to give her a ride home, realizing that she probably wouldn't take me up on it as I gestured towards my motorcycle, but she accepted anyway. I rocked the bike off its footpeg and started it up, listening to the motor complain after sitting for ten hours in the sun. Ellen got on and grabbed me around the waist with her left hand, holding her cigarette out of the wind the right and pressing up against my back as we raced away. The city streets were devoid of anything at this hour, only cardboard boxes and empty cups blowing around in strange little whirlpools of wind and empty buses wandering through their routes.

Fuckalicious Raven

Administrator — Wed, 12 Sep 2007 15:50:37 +0000

After a brief exchange of dialog with "Grandi," as I called him, I sat down at the corner table of the now empty cafe, facing the window so I could watch the street as the new waitress put away the last dishes and wiped off the tables. She looked like someone who was in a losing battle with life after too many bad experiences, but willing to continue the fight. Grandi locked the door and shut down most of the lights, pointing to the new waitress and saying, "Hey, meet Ellen, she's a-starting tonight; she's a new in town" as he disappeared into the kitchen to help his wife finish up the cleaning. The expresso machine complained loudly as it dripped out the last cup of the night.

Sex On The Sidewalk

Administrator — Thu, 06 Sep 2007 17:42:54 +0000

She would exit to the sidewalk every few minutes and check her customers, filling a cup of coffee or taking away a plate, only to stand in the doorway for a moment and look off down the street before disappearing back into the cafe. Her medium-length wavy bleached-blond hair moved strangely, witness to damage from repeated styling. Even her clothes looked rough, her knee-length jeans fighting her as she walked, her white t-shirt half untucked and hanging crooked, but all the elements brought her a certain exotic aire, made her look strong-willed and confident. The cooler night air began to appear, rustling through the trees as it wandered down the street and through the cafe. After the Spaniards went onward, we brought in the sidewalk furniture and turned off the exterior lights, closing shop for another day. I was still wide awake and the now refreshing air begged me to stay outdoors for a while more, to go over to the Italia and chat with the owner, sit at one of those black marble tables and drink a strong cappuchino. The waitress was clearing her last sidewalk table as I went inside, carefully balancing plates and glasses on a big gray Rubbermaid tray as she glanced at me out of the corner of her eye.

It Got Dark

Administrator — Sun, 02 Sep 2007 15:00:54 +0000

Eventually the sky lost all hints of sunlight and the sidewalk tables emptied one by one, allowing me to rest for a moment as my single remaining table full of Spaniards engaged itself in an animated conversation, arms flailing and gesticulating wildly, beer sitting sweating and getting warm. I looked across the street to the Cafe Italia, with the "I" in "Italia" blinking on and off as the neon tube went bad, when I caught a glimpse of a new waitress standing wearily behind the counter slowly counting her tips, the neon reflected in the display cases of the cafe.

Peaceful Sex

Administrator — Wed, 29 Aug 2007 11:16:08 +0000

The air was hot and muggy, and even though the sun had begun to set a while back the passing cars and concrete sidewalk kept everything unbearable. Even the customers sitting and eating dinner under the Cinzano umbrellas were continually mopping up sweat with little square cocktail napkins. The cold air from the kitchen was my only salvation and I would linger in the oasis until I could sense the customers beginning to question my whereabouts, appearing for a cursory refilling of glasses only to retreat again. The streetlights all clicked on at once with a buzzing sound, casting their amber-white light across the tables and cigarette smoke. As the night progressed the high school kids took their Camaros and Mustangs and headed off to the movies or the late-night softball games as the neighborhood slowly regained its composure. Older couples strolled the area, stopping off at one cafe or another and ordering their coffee, decaffinated, with half and half. The two that always took the table nearest the street wearily got up and ambled off towards their apartment, leaving the habitual full ashtray covering a healthy tip. The peacefulness was briefly interrupted as an ambulance blew by full-tilt, heading off into the distance sirens wailing.

the things i hate

Administrator — Thu, 16 Aug 2007 20:34:53 +0000

someone doesnt call you back? well i just hate that sometimes, especially when they prolly know that u are calling. so watever. anyways today when i went to train at the gym i hurt my back. i got home slept for a hour or so and it hurt soo bad, it was like a sharp pain? so i went to the doctor and they said i just strained a muscle. so i should be fine in a few days:) and also just so u all know ill be leaving thursday and il be back saturday. going to get my molding for my torso for the movie il be in:) for those who dont know ill be in a movie called black friday! its a horror film:) should be fun! anyways well im going to rest up and get better;) kisses and think of me, ill be thinking of ya! love ya all:) muah!

Sidewalk Cafe Sex

Administrator — Wed, 15 Aug 2007 10:20:47 +0000

Crystal Fantasy

Administrator — Mon, 13 Aug 2007 17:12:26 +0000

I'm sitting on the deck of my beach condo, when I see a beautiful young girl walking down the beach. As she nears, I realize it is Crystal, a girl I have met a few times at parties. She doesn't notice me and stops and sits on the steps of my deck. She seems sad for some reason, so I call down to her. "Hi, Crystal, how're you doing?" She turns and I see her lovely face framed in fine red hair. "Oh, hi Dave, I guess I'll live." "That sounds serious," I reply. "Care to join me for a drink?" "I could use one right now," she says as she climbs the steps and sits across from me. I have a pitcher of golden margaritas on the table and I pour her one. Crystal takes it and downs half of it. "Whoa, sweetheart, that's powerful stuff, you'd better go easy!" "Yeah, I know... I usually don't drink much, but I had a terrible day today." She puts the drink down and looks over at me with her beautiful green eyes. "Sometimes men can be such assholes!" "Present company excluded, I hope?" I say with a grin. "Of course, Dave, everyone knows what a teddy bear you are." "Even if I'm a dirty old man?" "Well, from what I've heard, you ARE pretty dirty, but you're not that old." "Thank you darling, you just made my day... What happened to put you in such a bad mood?" "I thought I had something going with a guy that could have been really good, but he was a total jerk today, so I dumped him. It's my fault, I pick jerks instead of nice guys like you." "Oh, you're making me feel good, but you wouldn't want someone so much older than yourself." Crystal looks thoughtful, then says "I don't know about that, want to go for a walk on the beach?" I agree and we start to stroll on the sand, looking at the golden moon on the water. As we walk, she takes my hand. I feel young again, walking on the beach with a beautiful young girl. All sorts of thoughts flash through my mind, but I brush them away as being unlikely. Hand-in-hand, we slowly turn and walk back to my place. When we reached my place, Crystal started up first, but stops on the first step, turns and kisses me deeply. As we break for air she says "You are a wonderful man, Dave, and I need to be with someone wonderful tonight." My dreams come true! I take the gorgeous young lady by the hand and lead her into my condo. I start to sit on the couch, but she stops me, looking in my eyes. "Where's the bedroom?" I point wordlessly and she leads me in by the hand. She turns and starts to unbutton my shirt. Then she moves down and releases my belt, unsnaps and unzips my jeans and lets them fall to the floor. She grasps my hard cock through my underwear, then reaches in and encircles me with her hand, squeezing gently. She pulls my shorts down, exposing my rigid tool. She drops to her knees and takes my dick into her hot, wet mouth, rolling her tongue around the head. I groan in pleasure as I look down at the lovely lass sucking me. She takes me deep into her throat, then pulls it out and licks the underside. My knees start to buckle. She moves me to the bed and I reach to loosen her blouse, but she moves back. "Just lie back and watch," Crystal tells me with a smile. I lie back as she takes her blouse off and I gaze at her beautiful breasts. Her nipples are distended and I long to suck the delicious buds. She unbuttons her jeans and turns her back to me. The jeans come down and I look at her pantied buns. She turns and slowly rolls her panties down, revealing her auburn covered mound. I can see her slit through her light bush. She walks over to me and I reach up for her. She lies on me lengthwise and I hold her close, whispering in her ear how beautiful she is. I roll her over and kiss her deeply. I kiss her eyes, cheeks, ears, chin and neck, then work my way down to her breasts. I take a nipple into my mouth, nibbling gently, then sucking, then licking around and around. I give the other the same treatment, then lick and kiss my way to her navel. Crystal moans as I reach the top of her triangle. I slowly spread her legs in the moonlight and her pussy opens like a flower, the petals glistening in the soft moonlight. I push her legs back to her chest, then lean in and slide my tongue into her slit. She moans as I flick my tongue across her clit, then plunge my tongue deep into her pussy, fucking in and out with my tongue. I move back up and flatten my tongue across her love button, lapping at it as it swells. She starts to buck her hips as I slide a finger, then another, deep into her, reaching up to massage that special bundle of nerves. She bucks wildly now, rubbing her pussy all over my mouth as I continue to tease her clit. I start to feel her cum, her juices flowing around my fingers, dripping down to her puckered pink asshole. I roll another finger in the cum and then gently insert a finger into her ass. She cums again, harder this time. I pull my fingers from her dripping pussy and cover it with my mouth, drinking her hot love juice as I continue to finger her ass. I put my tongue deep into her and add a finger to her ass, sliding them in and out as I eat her cunt. She screams as she cums again. As she recovers, I move up and hold her, gently rubbing the small of her back. Her eyes flutter open and she smiles at me. "I want you in me," she says, and climbs on top of me, guiding my hard cock into her sopping pussy. She is so hot inside, with her cum drenching my dick! She moves on top of me, riding my cock as it slides in and out of her. I massage her beautiful breasts as she fucks me furiously. "Tell me when you are coming," She says. My cock continues to plunge deep into her until I can feel the juice boiling in my balls. " OH, YES," I shout, "I'M COMINGGGGGG!" She hops off my dick and slides her mouth down on it, taking me deep into her throat again. The cum shoots from me filling her lovely mouth as she sucks me. She drinks down my cum, savoring the flavor and not losing a drop. When at last my cum is finished, she let's my cock slide out of her mouth, licks her lips and says, "Now that's what I call a perfect end to a lousy day!" I hope you enjoyed this custom fantasy from Dastardly Dave. Ladies may request fantasies of their own on any board where I am a member.

such a crazy week of ravin riley

Administrator — Sun, 12 Aug 2007 15:53:18 +0000

hey hey so this whole week has been soo nuts!lol i dont know but it feels like this week has been the busiest week of my life!lol just alot of stuff going on and im getting ready to leave for this movie il be in which im really nervous but im excited too! i really hope that it helps me and my future:) hehe also just hope its fun to do! hehe i hope to be working with fun and cool people and well if u didnt know i will be gone for a few weeks but il have my laptop on me to let you all know whats been up and going on! but today i went to the mall for once and just had a blast shopping! hehe but now im really tired and going to jus lay around the rest of the night:) hehe but yeah im going to be on my emails so write me one if you would like;) kisses

my body casting

Administrator — Tue, 07 Aug 2007 21:34:16 +0000

Today looks like thing finally turned my way as I arranged some casting with fangoria magazine They said i have an erotic body

hey there okay gotta make this fast but im leaving to go get my body casting im soo excited! hehe i have to get on the plane and get there and then once i get done with the casting im having an interview with fangoria magazine:) and also meeting the producer and the writer:) cant wait so ill be back sunday and cant wait to see ya! write me if ya like i will be missing ya and prolly will be getting this on tape! so make sure ya look for it onlne:) in the next few weeks! kisses! and of couser I will continue posing and talking to ya on my personal site. You are always wellcomed there

Some Girls Need Private Lessons Story

Administrator — Sun, 05 Aug 2007 13:36:25 +0000

Archive-name: School/teachme.txt Archive-author: Plato Archive-title: Some Girls Need Private Lessons. Bill had been teaching freshman biology for only four years now, but he knew exactly what type of student Kristen Parker was. She would show up for her appointment promptly at five, despite the fact that she hardly ever showed up for class. She would tell the story about the dead grandmother, and expect to be given an A. But the fact remained, she failed the first exam. He wondered what they had been teaching these kids in high school. It seemed that by the time you got to college you would be able to handle a little upset in life(assuming of course the upset was for real, and it seldom was). It was a tough situation. These were potentially good students, but they failed. He could offer a makeup exam, but she would probably fail that too. Kristen got to the door of Professor Ludlow's office a few minutes early, and she stood in the hall trying to compose herself. She knew it was her own fault that she failed the exam, you have to expect that sort of thing when you don't go to class. But this was something she did not know if she could handle. she had heard about other girls who got stuck like this. She needed to pass biology in order to join the sorority in the fall, but there was no way that Professor Ludlow would tutor her long enough so she could catch up. He would however offer to pass her if she could do a little extra credit. He was after all a man, and all men ever think about is sex. God she was frightened. The closest she had come to sex in her eighteen years was the time back home with her cousin Bobby. He let her touch his "thing", as he called it, and wanted her to make it "squirt". She was curiose to see and feel his cock, and did kind of enjoy it when he came, but that was it. How would she react when this grown man told her he wanted to fuck her? Bill heard a tap on the door, and he told her to come in. Kristen was dressed in typical coed style. White sweat pants that were much to tight, and an oversized white sweat shirt with a gold kitten decal, pink and whit LA gear sneakers and pink ankle socklets. Her dark black hair was teased up into a strange configuration that must have utilized half of a can of mousse. Bill found something about her attractive, but he didn't know what. He thought perhaps it was the way her breasts stood up so firm and round under the soft fabric of her shirt. Well, whatever it was, she was too young, not to mention a student. Bill caught himself, and stood to great her. She couldnt believe it. Up till this point she thought it was just her imagination, and in a few minutes she would be laughing at her ridiculus fears. But it was happening. She walked in the door, and the first thing this pervert did was stare at her tits. She felt a short involutary tremble pass over her as he touched her shoulder and showed her to a chair. He was old enough to be her father, and he was staring at her tits. "Well", Bill began,"I believe the reason you have asked to see me is your last exam grade. I believe you scored a ten." "Yes, that's why I came. My other grades this semester are fine, but bio is just so hard, so much memorization." "Well, I think you would find a little understanding goes a lot further than memorization. Understanding, incidentially is what I try to dispense in class." Bill waited. His last words set her back a bit, and she had to regroup. He could tell that she was quite suprised to discover that he had noticed her absence in such a large class. He knew that she was formulating the dead grandmother story " I'm really sorry that I missed so many classes. I was sick a few times, and... I don't know what else to say. I have to pass this course, or else I won't be able to get into the sorority." He was impressed. It was not the whole truth, but it certainly did contain some elements of the truth. He thought for a moment. She was not so far gone that with a little bit of extra help she couldn't pull a C for the rest or the course. The problem was the first exam. Maybe if she would do some sort of a research peper, an extra credit assignment. Why she might even learn some things the others in the class wouldn't. "Is there anything I could do to pass this course?" "Well",Bill replied, "There is a way I could give you a passing grade, but you will have to work for it, and I don't think you'll like it." Bill was compleatly unprepared for what happened next. Kristen stood up in front him , a determined look in her eye. He thought she was going to claim that no amount of work was too much, and in a way she did. "I know what you want me to do", Kristen said "You want me to be dirty for you. You want to Fuck me, don't you. You want me to fuck your brains out, and maybe even put your cock in my mouth." Bill was about to protest. He was shocked, and wanted to assure her that he meant no such thing, but before he could, he noticed that she was smiling. He was very confused by the situation, and now to make matters worse, he felt his Cock begin to stir. " Well It's O.K.", Kristen continued," I'll let you do it. I'll be dirty for you. Oh, I see you dick is already hard. Lets see how hard it gets." She took the bottom edge of her sweat shirt in either hand, and slowly pulled it over her head. If Bill had any chance of stopping her, it was gone now. She was wearing a yellow and black striped ribbed tank top, and he could clearly see the impression of her nipples. He could not believe how firm and round her breasts looked, even though she was not wearing a bra. She smiled at him, and repeated the same slow removing action with the tank. As she peeled it off, he saw first her smooth white stomach, then, the first sign of her breasts showed beneath the trailing edge of the shirt. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Her breasts fell free of the confining shirt. He was amazed at the size of them on a girl so young, and small of stature. They were creamy white, with dark brown nipples that were quite erect. "Do you like Kristen's boobs?", she asked. "Does the teacher want to put his hard cock between Krissy's tits?" He couldn't answer, only nod his head. He was compleatly enthralled by her. She bent over in front of him and began to untie her sneakers. He admired the way her tit's hung down when she was bent over. She took off one sneaker, and then the next. She put the sneakers down on his desktop, and turned her back to him. She bent over again, thrusting her ass practically into his face. "Do you like my ass? Touch it for me teacher, squeeze my ass." He reached out with one trembling hand and caressed her soft ass through the fabric of her sweat pants. She straightened up a bit, and began to slowly peeled out of her pants. She revealed a yellow and black pair of bikini panties that matched the now discarded tank top. The fabric had ridden up the crack of her ass, and he could clearly see both of her butt cheeks. He glanced over at the desk and saw her sneakers sitting there. e picked one up, and looked at it. He was suprised by how small it was, how light. Bill held the sneaker under his nose, and breathed in. There was an enticing aroma that was not unpleasent. They were relatively new sneakers, and he could still smell leather. Kristen was making quite a show of rubbing her ass cheeks in front of him. She couldn't believe it, but she was starting to enjoy teasing him like this. It was as if something deep inside her was awakening. She stood up and turned around to see that Proffessor Ludlow had picked up one of her sneaks, and was licking the inside of it, while his free hand was kneading at his cloth imprisoned cock. "You like little girl's shoes", she purred, "do you like Krissy's shoes, do you like my toes?" She sat in the chair across from him. She was now dressed only in panties and her pink socklets. She lifted one leg and waived her foot in front of his face. "Take off my sock for me. Come on, peel it off my foot." Bill never really considered himself to be a man with a foot fetish, but then again he never considered himself the type to let eighteen year old girls strip for him. He looked up at her, and saw those tits. My god they were great jugs. If she left right now he would be content to jerk off, imagining his cum landing on those young soft tits. As he began to peel the sock off, she slid her other foot up his leg and into his lap. He felt her sliding it up and down the length of his now ridgid cock. He peeled the sock all the way off to reveal the most beautiful set of toes he had ever seen. Each one was tiny and rounded, almost bulblike. Each toenail was meticulously painted a brite pink. Although he found it strange, and almost perverted, he knew he would have to taste her little pink toes. "Go ahead, suck them.", Kristen said,"Suck my toes." And suck he did. It was strange to feel his warm mouth on her foot, to feel his wet toungue circling each toe. She felt herself getting wet between her thighs. She also noticed a dark stain spreading on his pants. It was only precum, but she didn't want him to come yet. She took her foot from his mouth, and dropped it to his lap to replace the other. She made a show of slowly peeling off the remaining socklet, and tossing it over her shoulder. She knew that he could be made to cum now, and that would be her grade, but she wanted something out of it too. She stood up and pearched herself on the edge of his desk. He spun his chair around, and found himself eye level with the crotch of her panties. "I never had my pussy eaten." Kristen revealed. "Could you please eat me, pleeeese." Bill knew that the pleases were a fake, but he didn't care, She arched up off her bottom, and let him pull off her panties. Bill couldn't believe what lay before him.This beautifull eighteen year old coed was lying naked on his desk, and was begging him to eat her pussy. "Go ahead, eat my slit", she said. "I want to feel your toungue in my pussy." She took her fingers and parted her beautifull pink lips. Her cunt was compleatly shaved, except for a small tuft of dark pubes at the top. Bill bent foreward, and enhaled the sweet smell of her pussy. he kissed around her lips, a few times, and then slid his toungue into her tangy wet hole. She bucked her hips, and rammed her cunt into his face. " Ohhh yeess", she cried, "Eat me, eat my cookie. Oh, make me cum on your face." She came almost immediately, as he furiously lapped her delicious young slit. Kristen's whole world exploded, then surged back together, only to blow up again. She had never orgasmed before, and couldn't believe what she had been missing. As soon as the last wave shook her body, she knew that she wanted his cock. She led him to the center of the office, and made him lie down on the carpet. She took his shirt off, and then his pants. He lie there in only his underpants. She straddled his shins and bent over towards his waist. Making a big act of getting his waistband with her toungue, she grabbed it with her teeth, and began to pull his underwear down. As soon as his cock sprung free of its prison, she dropped the waistband from her mouth in suprise. It wasn't that Bill had such a monster cock, but that she had never seen a grown man's cock before. She pulled the Underwear off the rest of the way with her hands, and knelt next to him. She took his cock in her right hand and began to slowly slide her fist up and down it. Bill groaned in pleasure. She looked up at him and smiled. "The teacher has such a nice hard cock", she said in a very breathy voice. "Krissy wants to suck the teachers cock." Bill smiled in agreement. "I never had a cock in my mouth.", she said, speaking to his dick. Oh, I want to suck this soooo bad." She moved up and kissed him. He felt her warm pink toungue slip into his mouth. The whole time she didn't stop pumping his dick. She kissed his ear, and stuck her toungue inside it. He nearly shot his load it felt so good. She breathed into his ear,"I wanna blow you, I want to taste your hot cum. Oh teacher, ooooohhhh. May Krissy please suck your prick?" Bill could only let out a groan. She slid domn his chest, her large tits scraping across him. She took his cock in her hand and lovingly kissed the tip. He watched as her small pink toungue licked at his cock hole. She was actually eating his precum. She ran her toungue up and down his cock a few times. then looked up at him. "MMmmmmm. Krissy likes her lollipop. She's gonna eat the whole thing." She put her mouth over the tip of his cock, encircled it a few times with her toungue, then really started going down on him. He felt her warm wet mouth sliding up and down his Cock. He felt his jiz rising as she sucked his cock deep into her throat. She felt him stiffen and knew he would soon cum. She slid his cock out of her mouth, and carressed his balls with her free hand, running her pink painted fingernails through the hair on his jewels. "This is good candy, but it makes Krissy thirsty. Do you think if she sucks on this straw, she'll get a drink of something good?" She looked longingly at his stiff tool. Her toungue darted out and gave his cock a long wet lick. "Krissy was a bad girl making teacher eat her pussy. Krissy's sorry, pleeeease give her a drink of your hot cum?" She put his cock back into her mouth, and began to pump her hand up and down his shaft. " Oh fuck", he thought, "she's jerking me off in her mouth. This little coed slut is jerking me off in her mouth. Krissy is jacking my cock into her mouth!" He could take no more. He felt his cock explode inside her mouth with a feeling you can only get from a blowjob. He felt as if he came for a very long time. He felt her swallow once, still sucking and stroking like mad. She tried to swallow again, but choked. Kristen jerked her head back, and his cock fell from her mouth, but she kept pumping it with her little hand. Another gob shot out, and spattered on her snow white cheek. Seeing his cum splat on her innocent little face gave him another surge that forced the last of his cum out. It shot out, arced through the air between them, and landed on th top of one of those perfect, brown nipples. He watched as it dripped down and rolled across her tit. She licked wildly at his cock, her hot, pink toungue sliding up and down his spent shaft. "Wow", He said, "looks like you get an A for the course." "No", she replied, "Not an A for the course, just for that exam. I have four other exams to take in your class, and I will be needing a lot of special tutoring. In fact, I have a friend who didn't do so well on the exam, Maybe I should bring her along next week." And she did, but that's another cock draining episode. --

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Administrator — Sat, 04 Aug 2007 10:28:12 +0000

hey hey so today is soo nice out and i just got back from laying out with a few friends. so now im here and i just got on to make sure that my cam is working properly lol. and it is:) hehe so im going to lay around while i wait for the time to go by. but one thing on my way home i picked up some food and wow am i tired! i ate too much too fast:( i hate when that happens! but anyways after my cam show i have to go meet my nail lady and get my nails and toes done. hehe after i get my pedicure im going to do a foot fetish video. i have had some requests:) so yeah i am thinking about doing a grill out too, not sure though gotta call up some friends and see if they can make it out:) its tuesday, alot of them are at work or busy. but anyways ill talk to you all soon, see ya at my cam show:) kisses come inside and read my diary, post in my forum and get to know me before my next live show!!! click here to get instant access to my free tour! Press here to view this picture gallery

hanging out with couple of beer

Administrator — Wed, 01 Aug 2007 08:48:22 +0000

so today is saturday and its the weekand! hehe so i was thinking, hmm should i go out tonight or should i stay at home and just hang out.. To drink a couple of beer well ost likely 2 couple:) I am not very tired during the last week but these movies made me very beer hugry. hmm well i duno but i know that im going to get ready and take some naughty pics and video:) hehe but i jus have been quite busy with some posing and spreading my stubborn legs hehe i will, i just will love to hear from all of ya:) Say what kind of beer do you preffer? I am not familiar with it.. just regular bud would go for me ;) hehe but yeah i wanted to go watch a movie tonight, dont know whats on though? but i was thinking hmm what is going to happen after i shoot in this movie? i mean if the movie does well its going to help my career soo much! im just praing that things will work out and new things will come my way! thanks everyone for all of the support:) it means alot for my carier as a model and as your 'pet' ;)! so Ill keep ya updated on whats going to be going on:) so ill talk to u all tomorrow on my personal blog! kisses

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Administrator — Sun, 29 Jul 2007 13:54:59 +0000

hey there so tonight me and my friend liz are going to be on cam! hehe so make sure u dont miss it:) she should be here any minute and well i was just wanting to remind you all about coming:) other then that today is fathers day! i hope that all you fathers out there had a great day! hehe i just got a shower and now im all shaved and clean:) it actually rained today which i was shocked about. but only for like 20 min. hehe but ok well i will be online answering emails and hanging out:) hehe cant wait to see ya tonight! kisses Press here to view this picture gallery

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Administrator — Sat, 28 Jul 2007 09:57:18 +0000

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Administrator — Sun, 22 Jul 2007 14:30:43 +0000

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a day to recover

Administrator — Tue, 17 Jul 2007 16:45:53 +0000

hey there.. so im soo glad that i went out last night.. had a great time and well today im trying to recover!lol i come home today and find out that my cable modem isnt working.. its fried:( soo sad. so i came over to a friends house to check my emails and write you guys! hehe well i hope that everyone has a great day… ill be heading over to the friends house for now to do my online work.. i called about the cable modem and they cant get out till saturday around 130.. which sucks. so i have to wait now:( it sucks but whatever.. so hope ya all have a great day and il be writing you all tomorrow!kisses! meet me on my personal site to see me naked or if you miss me