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The three friends were all sitting around watching TV. Jessica was on the chair and Danny and Bret were on the couch. Jessica had the remote, and every time she clicked the button, her boobs jumped up and down, making Danny and Bret drool.

That was the only reason they were friends with her; because she was so hot. All the boys at school had dreamed of fucking Jessica, and Danny and Bret had each spent nights masturbating to images of her. Now they were her friend, but all they could do was think about how great her giant boobs were.

“There’s nothing on,” Jessica sighed, “This is so boring.”

Danny was daring. “I have a porno upstairs we could watch.”

Jessica’s eyes lit up. “Yes, let’s watch that, I love watching porno.”

Danny ran upstairs and grabbed the disc and put it in the TV. He pressed play and a movie of a huge-titted girl getting fucked came up.

“This is making me so hot,” Jessica said, unconsciously rubbing her nipples over her shirt, “Damn, that guy has such a huge cock.”

“She’s not bad either,” Danny commented, “Though her boobs aren’t as big as yours.”

“No one’s ever are,” Jessica giggled, “Do you ever jack off to this?”

Danny awkwardly scratched his head. “Yeah, sometimes.”

“And what about you, Bret, you pump your cock to movies of girls getting fucked?”

Bret was timid. “Yea,” he admitted, “Kind of.”

“Kind of?” Jessica asked, “How often do you masturbate?”

“Like twice a day,” Bret said, and Jessica laughed.

“Twice a day!” She giggled heavily. “That’s a lot of jerking. Have you ever even fucked a girl?”

“Not yet,” Bret said, shy.

“What about you?” Jessica asked Danny.

“Yeah, I fucked a girl once,” he answers.

“I’ve fucked loads of guys,” Jessica admits, “They all go ga-ga over my tits. I love it when they cum all over them.”

Jessica looked down at both boys’ pants. They both were trying to cover their hard-ons.

“Am I turning you guys on?” she laughed, “You guys want to fuck me?”

“So much,” Danny replied, “You are so hot.”

“You acıbadem escort bayan ever jack off while thinking about me?” Jessica asked.

“Yeah, all the time,” Danny responded.

“Yeah, me too,” Bret said quietly.

“Well, boys,” Jessica said, smiling, “Let’s get those pants off then.”

Jessica walked over to the couch and slid down Danny’s body. She undid the belt and pulled down his pants.

“Damn!” she said, staring at his nine inch dick, “That is some serious cock! You’ve only been laid once?”

“Yeah,” Danny said proudly.

Jessica licked her lips. “I can’t wait to let you fuck me.”

She moved over to Bret.

“What about you, tiger? You want to fuck me, too?”

Bret nodded.

“Well, then, let’s hope your dick’s at least as big as your friend’s.”

She pulled down Bret’s pants and burst into laugher.

“Are you kidding me?” she said through giggles, pointing at his three inch dick, “That thing is TINY!”

Bret blushed heavily.

“I can’t let you fuck me with that thing,” she said, “I wouldn’t even be able to feel it. It’s just too small.”

Bret frowned and started to put his pants, but Jessica stopped him.

“You said you jerk it to me twice a day?” she said.

Bret nodded again.

“Well, I can at least let you do that.”

She took off her top and undid her bra, letting the two glorious mounds of flesh sway with her body. Bret’s eyes widend as she shoved his head into them.

“You like that?” she asked, “You like my terrific cleavage? Guys have cum in my cleavage all the time, and now your head is there.”

She pushed his head away and picked her 36DD bra off the floor.

“Here,” she said, handing him the bra, “I’m going to fuck your friend over there, who actually has a working penis. You can pump your tiny little junk into here while I fuck someone who isn’t a dickless loser.”

Jessica waltzed over to Bret, who was standing on the other side of the room, and slowliy slid off her skirt.

“Fuck bağdat caddesi escort bayan me,” she said to him, “I want you to make your friend over there wish he was you.”

Jessica leaned over the coffee table in front of Bret and laid down on it, her legs still touching the ground. Her tits were squished up against the glass, and Bret could see deep into her cleavage.

Danny took his dick and pushed it into her pussy, causing her to moan deeply. They were fucking doggy style, and Bret was sitting right in front of them. Danny started pumping.

“That feel great!” Jessica called back to Danny, then looked up at Bret.

“Ha, that thing really is tiny,” she said, her boobs swaying back in forth against the glass table, “I doubt you’ll ever get laid. You’ll just have to keep jerking off to girls like me. That’s the way things work. The big boys, the ones hung like your friend over there, they get to fuck, to be real men, and enjoy the pleasures of my huge tits. You have to sit there, and wank off like the loser you are.”

Bret was jerking off faster and faster now.

“It won’t take long until you cum. Watch, I’ll bet you cum twice before your friend does. Don’t worry, there’s enough in once cup of that bra to hold three loads. I have very large breasts, if you hadn’t noticed.”

Sure enough, Bret felt himself cumming. He held out the bra to his dick, and, inches from Jessica’s face, he spewed a load of thick, creamy jizz into the left cup of her bra. She laughed at him while he did it.

“Told you so. Though I was wrong, you sure cum a lot. You filled up whole cup!”

The bra was in his hand, full to the brim with his seed. He held it with his left hand and started jerking again with his right.

“Okay, pindick, I’ll give you a little reward. Since you proved me wrong by having such a huge amount of cum for such a small, worthless dick, I’ll let you cum in my face this time. Just let it go. I bet some will fall between my tits. You’ll like that, won’t you? kozyatağı escort bayan Then you can lick it off.”

Jessica’s words were exciting Bret, and it wasn’t long before he came again, this time all over Jessica’s face. She licked it greedily into her mouth, but a lot dripped down her chest and formed a huge bubble of semen in her cleavage.

She swished the jizz around in her mouth for awhile before spitting it on the floor.

“Yuck! It tastes like a loser dick. I guess that’s cause it came from one.”

From behind her, Danny, who has been fucking her vigoruly the whole time, announces, “I’m about to cum!”

“Sorry, loser, but I’m going to have to change your view.”

She got off the table, and bent down in front of Danny. He whipped his dick towards her face, and spewed all of his load into her tits. By the time he was done, there wasn’t a speck of flesh that wasn’t generously covered in the oozing white mixture.

“Shit,” Danny yelled, picking his clothes off the ground, “I gotta get home!” And Danny left.

“Guess that just leaves you and me, dickless,” Jessica said, moving over to Bret on the couch, “But I have to go soon too. I’m meeting up with the football team later and they all want me to suck them off before the game. But I don’t want to go looking like this, do I?” She picked up a glob of jizz off her chest and let it drip through her fingers into her mouth.

“Now that tastes like a real man’s jizz,” she announces, “Lick it all off me so I can get away from your tiny ugly penis.”

Bret leaped down and started lapping up all the liquid off her chest. She giggle maliciously and said, “Wow, I didn’t think you were this much of a loser. I mean, you have a tiny penis, but I didn’t realize you were desperate for tits enough to lick another man’s jizz off of them.”

Despite the words, Bret kept lapping up the mess on Jessica’s body. When he finished, her tits shined brightly from the mizzture of his saliva and the traces of jizz.

“She picked up her bra from the floor, still covered in Bret’s cum, and placed it on her chest, causing it to spill over the edges and dry on her breasts. She put her shirt on over this and recovered her skirt and panties from the floor.

“See you later, loser,” she said, walking to the door. She stopped and turned around again.

“On second though, come with me. I’ll find something for you to do there.” She laughed again.

Bret got dressed and followed her out the door.

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Kiss. Fuck. Come. Kiss. Fuck. Come. Every time was the exact same, like you could swap them out for each other. Kiss. Fuck. Come. No change, no experiments, no toys, no foreplay, no difference. Always the same position when we come, always the same predictable order. Not only predictable, but entirely routine. Kiss. Fuck. Come. The only differences ever arose when I was just too damn bored and couldn’t come, then he would and ask “what’s wrong?”.

“Nothing, just can’t right now,” I’d reply monotonous and excruciatingly unimpressed.

Most of the time I would have to work myself up with some raunchy porn I’d found, or creating exquisite scenes in my own mind to be able to climax with him. Fantasizing about big, muscular men tossing me around like a rag doll, having their way with me, treating every inch of my skin like it needed to be kissed and caressed before they could go any further. Then commanding me into various positions so he could see every part of me, every aspect of my sex. He’d tease and torture me with delicate touches, just lightly enough to deny my clit some pleasure, making me ache for even a tight pinch on my tingling nipples, a hard press on my throbbing clit, or even just the tip of his beautiful cock –

“ready for some, honey?” it broke the build like a clumsy kid kicking over blocks.

Kiss. Fuck. Come. Kiss. Fuck. Come.

Work was always a place where I could get a little inspiration, a little bit of character to add to my mental filmfest. I really did prefer when I could make myself come only using my own fantasies, it made me feel like I could submit and yet keep control at the same time. A sound intrigued me, I craned my neck to look down the hallway from my desk – Caroline’s footsteps, the sexy “teacher’s walk” of her high heels down the laminate flooring of the hallways, click-clack, click-clack. That sound always made me think of the teachers in high school I fantasized about during History; the young women who were the pinnacle of sexy. Not my true sexual preference, but so tantalizing, authoritative, overtly sexy in skirts and pantyhose, silk blouses and pumps. Doesn’t help that so much porn centres around teachers ‘disciplining’ their students.

She stopped halfway down the hallway to adjust her skirt and then balanced on one foot to try to make the other foot more comfortable in the anything-but-comfortable shoes she wore. Sometimes I thought most women were secretly submissive simply by the clothes they wore. Pants just a little too tight, blouses obviously restrictive, painful shoes that made all those around stare at their long, flexed legs. A constant reminder of secret restraint all day long. There was my fantasy for tonight. Just a little bit of bondage. A very little bit – because even the word makes me a little uncomfortable, but the attitude not the ridiculous clips and restraints, is the truly sexy aspect of kink. The focus and care of a dominant lover, the obedience of a submissive lover, both enjoying each other’s role so much they must practise restraint in order to build the orgasm slowly so it explodes in a fury of pleasure rather than a flaccid little spark.

Tonight would be the night, I would finally take some initiative and create some heat. I craved it, but always worried Marco would think I was a freak, or he would laugh at my need. I don’t care, I’m so wound up I feel like I could flood the office if I even touched myself. So long without a real orgasm, so long since Marco really made me wet all on his own. Tonight I would do it, I’ll buy a really sexy outfit on the way home, dress up like a high-class whore and see what his reaction is. Maybe I’ll show him my favourite porn to give him some ideas. ..

I opened the door swiftly despite my shopping bag and attaché case, expecting an empty house – but Marco was home. Strange, he never got home before me, even if I did do a quick shop on the way. His shoes were there, briefcase on the table, but no hello, no Marco visible. I walked upstairs slowly, quietly, kurtköy escort bayan as if I was expecting someone else to be there. I began to hear deep, quiet moans and the sound of the computer speakers from the bedroom. I cracked the door open silently and saw Marco sitting there stroking himself slowly watching porn. Wait, my porn, my female submissive porn! A man in black leather pants with a riding crop whipping a brunette’s already pink-streaked ass while she furiously sucked his cock from her handcuffed and kneeling position. My panties felt warm, I felt like my pussy could see what my eyes were seeing. I didn’t know what to do – I didn’t want to interrupt and embarrass him, he was enjoying the thing I’ve yearned for! I silently backed away and crept down to the main floor bathroom. I quickly stripped and put on the corset. I still had some very sexy black panties on, so I just touched up my make-up and looked at the sexpot I had transformed into. Black pumps, thigh-high stockings from my work outfit, lacy black panties and that hot corset that pushed my tits right up. I began to walk upstairs and I heard rustling as Marco was nervously trying to change the screen on the computer and put his still very erect dick back in his pants.

I pushed the door open and suddenly a voice I’d never heard before escaped my throat. “Please don’t put away your cock, I was hoping I’d be rewarded with it soon”. It was low and gravelly, but hummed like silk against naked skin. Marco’s jaw dropped, he ignored the computer and his still unzipped fly and stared unabashedly at this woman who had replaced his wife.

“I had no idea – do you dress like this often?” He asked, still perplexed, but slowly starting to stir.

“I’ve been so desperate to show you what I need” I responded, some of my voice returning, but still low and soft. “I want to be that brunette you were just watching”.

“I thought you would think I was a horrible man who wanted to beat you, I could never tell you how much I wanted to dominate you, but, I mean, your history with women’s lib is a little intimidating” he confessed. It came from his heart, but was as exciting as it was sensitive.

“I know, I thought the same thing – I felt like a hypocrite” I whispered, then looked up and locked eyes with him “but I love you, I want you, I trust you, and I want to submit to you”

That was all he needed, just hearing the word ‘submit’ made him stand up and walk over to me.

He squeezed around my chin with his strong hand, pressing my cheeks and lips together, holding my head in his grip. His other hand slowly traced down my breasts, down my waist and hips to squeeze my ass tightly. My eyes closed and the first throb in my crotch pulsed. Then with both hands he pulled my corset down just a few inches so that my tits just sat on top of it, exposed and perched. He just stared at me, he didn’t kiss me but simply analyzed every feature of my face like he had never seen them before. Suddenly he grabbed both nipples at the same time, squeezing so hard I let out a little squeal like a dog whose tail has been stepped on. He pulled me over to the bed by my now diamond cutter nipples, they were screaming in agony while my mind was drowning in bliss. He pulled down on them, at first I just stood there taking the pain with the pleasure, until he pulled hard enough to make me realize I was to sit on the edge of the bed.

“I want to know how badly you want to come” he said in a voice that had lost it’s soft, sensitive tone. “Show me how much you want my cock inside you”

I could explode right there for this new Marco I had never met before. It felt like first time sex with a new lover, so exciting, surprising and new. I could see his crotch bulging through his jeans, still unzipped, imagining how desperate he must be because of my interruption. He undid his belt and wrapped it around my wrists behind my back.

“No hands, no help, no touching yourself,” he beykoz escort bayan commanded and pressed his hips toward my face. Immediately I began biting at his jeans, I finally got the right part around the button and pulled them open with my teeth. He slid them down and revealed his large, tan rod. I opened my mouth and delicately kissed the tip, tonguing the soft skin where the head meets shaft. This caused a low groan of pleasure to escape Marco’s throat. Then like a horny teenager I began to suck and lick the tip harder, French kissing with the head of his quivering cock, which responded to nearly every movement. After a moment, Marco grew weary of this teasing and thrust the entire shaft in my mouth and down my throat.

“I do the teasing here. I control – you obey” Marco said as he held my head with both hands, twisting his fingers through my hair and pumping his cock in my mouth. I could barely breathe, I took gasps of air when I could, concentrating on keeping my lips tight around him. Suddenly he thrust as far as he could down my throat and commanded again.

“Look up at me, slut”. Another throb in my crotch, why did I love to be abused so?

A mumbled “Yes, Sir” barely escaped my lips still encircling him. Now he stopped moving and forced me to look at him while I desperately tried to keep him in my mouth, working without hands and attempting to suck his cock with all my might. I could tell he was close to coming, and I worked furiously to bring him there. I moaned with him, grinding my hips into the bed, trying desperately to bring some satisfaction to my throbbing clit, I could feel my panties soaking through the longer I held his cock in my mouth. Finally I felt the shudders, Marco grabbed my head and erupted in my mouth. Hot, sweet, salty bliss filling my mouth. He kept himself fully in my mouth until the last spasms of his orgasm had faded. Only then was I allowed to swallow. I usually hated it, but today…

“On your knees, you filthy whore,” a tinge of relief mixed with assertive anticipation in his deep, growling voice. I obeyed, facing away from him with my ass and dripping wet pussy arched up towards him awaiting whatever painful delight is to come. I felt both his hands stroke up my legs from my bent knees to my round ass where he grabbed both sides of my panties and ripped them down, loosely tying my knees together. I could feel the cold air shock my wet sex, feeling the oozing wetness sliding down towards my clit, swollen and red. Without warning, a firm smack on my right ass cheek made me flinch, I could feel blood rush to the area.

“how badly do you want my cock?” He asked “I haven’t gotten a very good answer yet”

“I crave your cock, I want you deep inside me, please fuck me Sir,” I responded in the same gravelly tone, but softer, quieter.

“I don’t believe you,” was his response with another quick spank to same area. “your mouth wants my cock, but your pussy hasn’t convinced me. Put your face on the bed, and I don’t want to hear another sound from you until I permit it,”.

I could barely believe what I was hearing, my mind raced back to earlier today in my infinite boredom and gazes at Caroline’s legs and now here I was with my ass in the air, face awkwardly pressed against the bed, hands belted behind my back and obeying orders from my now dominant master– I was in sexual heaven.

I could feel his fingers rough from work, sliding up and down my slit, soaking in my wetness, enjoying every flinch when he touched the delicate underside of my clit, now pointed up and ready for his torment. Then three fingers without coaxing or warning thrust inside me and I almost cried out in pleasure. Knowing I was forbidden from making any sound was almost as difficult as lying in this uncomfortable position. He fucked my aching sex with his fingers, pounding me until I was almost sore. Then he stopped and pulled out, reaching his hand around and stuffing the fingers in my mouth üsküdar escort bayan where I instinctively sucked every bit of my juice from them. I licked between his fingers and sucked each one like my pleasure depended on it, but then just the littlest moan escaped my throat. As soon as he heard my little noise he pulled his hand from my face and spanked me 5 times – hard. Each felt harder than the previous.

“What did I tell you about your mouth?” He bellowed. I winced and stayed silent.

“Good little whore, I thought you would forget again and respond,” he moved back behind me and flipped me over with one strong single-armed toss. Now I lay on my back, with my hands still belted behind me. Marco reached underneath me, pressing his chest against mine and released my hands.

“Now you deserve a little reward for your obedience,” he said, smooth and seductively. He pushed himself up on his hands where I could soak in his muscular shoulders and chest which looked so different than before. He bit my nipples, each one hard and long pulling up until it ripped from his teeth and them moved to the other, repeating this blissful agony. Then he swiftly moved towards my sex, pushing both legs up toward my face. Then I could feel his hot breath on my sex, half ravaged from his fingers but still wet and hot. His whole mouth covered my sex. Tongue pushing inside me, his teeth pressed on my clit began singing in my mind for finally being attended to. Then he got to work. Doing nearly the same things I had done to his dick, he sucked and licked my clit slowly, but gaining ferocity. I felt the knots of orgasm begin to tie up in my stomach. I arched and rocked, staying as silent as I possibly could, just gasps of air without sound as I occasionally remembered to breathe. I grabbed around his hands, holding my legs and squeezed my nails into his hands, trying to displace some of the overwhelming pleasure filling my body. Marco sensed my climax approach and keeping his hands on my legs sprang his knees up to my hips and dove entirely inside me. I nearly screamed with every ounce of strength I had, but unable to handle Marco taking away this intense pleasure I bit my lips hard and simply took his cock. He pounded and pounded me, the bed smashed against the wall, and I was pushed back an inch every time our hips crashed together. That was it, I felt electricity through my limbs and saw intense flashes of colour behind my closed eyes as my body yearned to cry out in incredible moaning thanks. The intensity of building at its peak, with one hard thrust I came. Pushed over the edge, wave after wave of intense orgasm pulsed through my veins, with each thrust of his cock, I felt more of my come gush out from between our bodies. Marco was groaning loudly, digging his fingers into my thighs fucking me harder and harder. He could feel me begin to relax as my orgasm subsided, and the reality of this moment set in again. Now the pleasure was all his, he stretched my legs apart and bent down on top of me. Beads of sweat rolled off his shoulders onto my chest as he fucked me, not so furiously now, but rhythmic and intent.

He was building towards his own climax. I clenched my pussy tight around him then relaxed and immediately enjoyed his reaction. Again I clenched and saw the effect in his body. His elbows tried to buckle, but each time he harnessed the strength to continue. Without warning I felt his hands slide beneath my back and pull me from the soft covers. In a flash I was suddenly straddling his hips as he lay back on the bed, sweating and moaning under his breath. As I gained my spatial senses, I moved my hands to his chest and pressed my fingertips into his muscle; rocking back and forth I began to ride him. At first just movements back and forth, round and round, but then his shell of control began to break as I could sense him reach closer towards his own climax. I leaned forward, grazing my lips across his and began to use my body as an instrument for his pleasure. I sheathed and unsheathed him from me, as he found his orgasm, vibrating and quivering he filled me with spasm after spasm of his pleasure, I could feel the force of it filling me. Still joined as one we embraced, heaving and panting, kissing and enjoying the aftermath of pleasure still pumping through us.

For the first time we both enjoyed truly each other. We had found and served each other’s need.

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After she undressed, Denis asked Katherine to kneel on the bed. Kat rested her slim stomach on two pillows – and her 38-D breasts hung down to receive his caresses, if that was what Denis desired.

He cuffed her wrists behind her back once Kat was in a comfortable position. The cuffs for her wrists were improvised. They were of bright orange plastic – made for some industrial use – possibly harnessing electrical cable. Surprisingly they were comfortable and they didn’t require a key to open.

“Now, to make sure you’re not going anyplace for the next hour or so,” he told Katherine in a cheerful tone of voice as he showed her the rest of the bondage gear.

He used the first two ropes for her arms. Each was securely tied at her shoulder and each went to a corner portion of the bed frame. The second set of ropes went around her knees. When they were tight Denis asked her to spread her legs “just a little bit more.” Then he pulled the ropes forward and tied them to the same two corners he had used to anchor her shoulder ropes. The last set of ropes were tied around her ankles, and the ends were tied to the bed frame on the opposite side of the bed. In that position Kat could feel the cool breeze on her naked backside. Her legs were wide apart and her shaved cunt was clearly visible.

For a while Denis was content to caress her breasts, feeling the smoothness of her skin, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Her nipples stiffened nicely. It was a shame – in that position he couldn’t kiss or lick her nipples – but he could squeeze them, first one and then the other, harder and harder. She closed her eyes as she got deeper and deeper into the sensations.

“Let’s see how you’re doing,” he told her. And if her dripping pussy was any indication, Katherine was doing perfectly well. His index finger, inserted up to the knuckle confirmed the truth of his statement. He slowly withdrew and then added a second finger to her wet kitty.

Katherine liked the feel of his fingers, wet with her cunt juice, as he first caressed the entrance to her vagina, and then slightly higher, just below her clitoris.

“Hmmm,” from Katherine.

“Slut,” from Denis.

He used his wet fingers to push back the hood of her clitoris, to touch her gently, to continue to increase her arousal. At one point he changed his position, lying next to her on the bed, so that he could squeeze her nipple as he teased her clit.

“Please, Denis, make me cum?”

“Not yet. First I want to see how anal you really are.”

Katherine had been on the verge of an orgasm for at least five minutes. It was as if Denis had some sixth sense that told him when to back off – when to slow down or to shift his attention to some other part of her anatomy – to keep her from that elusive orgasm.

“Please, Denis, this is torture …”

“Not yet. You told me you like it in the ass and I want to see how anal you really are.”

That had been their e-mail joke from the beginning of their relationship. Talking about her preference for anal stimulation, Katherine had told him it was her belief, ‘If one finger is good, two fingers are better …’

Denis got up from the bed and went to his briefcase.

“I only have a two more items, for the next part of our adventure.”

First Denis showed her a tube of KY jelly. Katherine had expected Denis to bring some sort of lube – and for moderate anal play KY would do the job – followed by a latex examining glove.

“I’ll start with my bare hand,” Denis told her. “I like the feel of your skin. bilecik escort But for deeper probing …” and Denis smiled his famous smile.

“Hmmmmm.” Katherine was starting to imagine the feel of at least two gloved fingers, slick with lube, deep in her rectum.

Denis knelt in back of Katherine on the bed. He began to caress the inside of her left thigh, just above the knee. Slowly he worked his way up her leg, teasing her, feeling the softness of her skin.

“You’re doing this on purpose. You’re very mean.”

“Of course,” from Denis.

G-d, his hand felt so nice. Kat was getting very aroused by the softness of his touch on the inside of her thigh.

“You’re driving me crazy,” from Katherine, followed by, “You’re a very mean bastard!”

Denis stopped for a moment to withdraw his hand from between Katherine’s legs. Quickly he smacked her twice, once on each shapely ass cheek.

Thwak! Thwak!

“Ahh!”

“Hold still. And be quite! Now I have to start all over again.”

And Denis did start all over again, just above her left knee, slowly tracing the path up her left thigh.

Katherine tried not to make a sound, but she was wiggly her sexy ass by the time Denis reached the top of her thigh. He didn’t spend a lot of time playing with her pussy – just enough to coat his fingers with her wet. Then he used his left hand to spread the cheeks of her ass, to expose the pucker of her asshole.

His first touch was very gentle, just his middle finger, pressing gently.

“Hmmm, that’s nice.”

“You like that, my finger back there?”

“G-d, you know I do.”

“And this?”

He went into her about an inch – very gradually – very slowly – giving her time to adjust to the gentle intrusion.

“Please …” from Katherine.

“Please what?”

“Please go deeper …”

Denis quickly withdrew his finger. He wiped off his finger tip, and quickly put on the latex glove, and then opened the cap of the KY tube.

“I will be a little cold at first, but my guess is that you already know that.”

Katherine was not an anal virgin, so the initial cold was not a shock.

Denis squeezed a dab against the pucker of Katherine’s asshole and then started again with his middle finger. He went in easily – first an inch – and then a second inch.

“Nice ass,” he told her.

Then Denis withdrew his finger a little, and began moving his hand in a slow circle, slowly stretching the tight ring of her sphincter. Gradually he worked his finger back into her asshole, gradually opening her as he went all the way in, up to his knuckle.

“You’re good,” Katherine told him, as she wiggled her ass some more..

“Thank you …” as Denis began to slowly finger fuck Katherine in the asshole.

“I really like this …Hmmmm …”

Denis moved forward on the bed and Katherine turned to him to kiss him on the lips. It was a pity – she wanted to caress his cheek as she kissed him, but her wrists were cuffed behind her back. Finally Katherine broke off the kiss.

“Ready for another finger?’

“Yes, sir. Please.”

Denis used more lube, this time from the tube onto his first two fingers. Katherine pushed back as he pressed and both fingers went in easily.

“Hmm.”

Denis let Katherine adjust, and then very slowly filled her rectum with both fingers.

“Ahhhhh.”

“Are two fingers better than one?”

“G-d, you know they are.”

“And this?” as Denis slowly began to finger fucked her manisa escort tight asshole for the second time.

“Oh-My-G-d!”

“And this?”

Denis reached under Katherine’s belly with his left hand. Her cunt was dripping wet and her clit was very slippery. He continued to finger fuck her asshole as he pushed back the hood of her clit.

“You’re killing me.”

Then “OH-MY-G-D!” even louder than before.

The trembling started in her thighs. Katherine struggled to close her legs, but the ropes around her knees and ankles were too tight. It was much too intense.

“Please, Denis!” as Katherine exploded in the first orgasm. Being held in place made the orgasm more intense. She tried not to whimper, but that was impossible.

“Ahhhhhhhh … G-d …… Jesus.”

As the orgasm subsided, it all flashed back to her – being made to kneel – her head down – her sexy ass up in the air. It was so humiliating to have Denis lubricate her rectum with KY, to feel his fingers deep in her asshole, to feel his fingers moving in and out as he loaded her tight butt with lots of KY.

At first Kat was humiliated, being made to kneel in that position. But she couldn’t help liking the feeling of Denis’s finger deep in her rectum, moving in and out, stretching her, opening her. At the end, he teased her clit with his other hand, and the orgasm was simply incredible.

Now Kat was back in the present moment, kneeling at the edge of the bed again, tied, with her hands cuffed behind her back. And then her Denis’s touch, on the inside of her thigh, the way he began the last time. It was pure heaven, with just a little bit of torment thrown in for surprise effect.

“Please,” she started to say.

“Don’t say a word, not now, not until this is over.”

“Please, Denis,” she started to say again, but he slapped her on the ass before she could finish. She wanted to tell him she was too sensitive, that she needed a time out – but she knew he wouldn’t wait.

“Not another word, or I’ll put a gag in your mouth.” And then he slapped her on the ass again, even harder.

Kat often fantasized about anal sex when she was alone in bed at night. In her fantasy Denis would make her kneel on her bed when he fucked her in the ass. She would lie in bed and imagine Denis’s cock in her not so virgin asshole, being slapped on the ass over and over again as Denis fucked her. She would touch herself and dream, and finally have an orgasm as she imagined Denis shooting his hot cum deep into her rectum.

She wasn’t sure how long he stood there, just behind her, looking at her, studying her, as she knelt at the edge of the bed.

Then Denis’s touch again, this time along the groove of her ass. He started at the bottom, just behind her pussy, and slowly traced a long line up to the base of her spine. How could he move his hand so slowly, yet still retain contact with her body? Then Denis made the slow trip south, along the same path. By the time his fingers reached the end of their journey, her pussy was wetter than before. She hoped he would enter her, play with her, tease her clitoris. No such luck.

There was a pause for a moment, then more silence, and then his touch again, just two fingers, spreading the cheeks of her ass for the second time. She knew immediately that she would blush, then instantly felt her face get red, as he spread the cheeks of her ass, exposing her anus, preparing her for his penis. Then the familiar cold as Denis squeezed more KY from the tube mersin escort directly on the pucker of her asshole.

“Do I need to open you up some more?”

He had finger fucked her in the ass, two fingers worth, for at least five minutes, before her orgasm, so Kat was already pretty open. But her sphincter was tight, tight enough to squeeze him, to grip him, to give him pleasure when he finally put his cock up her ass. But for now he was only playing with her again, teasing her, arousing her, getting her ready.

Denis withdrew his finger, applied more lube, and he was back inside of her. There was more urgency now in his touch, more pressure with his finger tips, as he went into her again to the knuckle.

Then the familiar circling motion, opening her, preparing her. Kat tried to let herself relax, told herself it couldn’t hurt, that Denis would never really hurt her. And then another voice told her that she really did want just a little bit of pain, that she really did want to be stretched, that she wanted to feel her Denis’s fullness when he fucked her in the ass for the first time.

“You can never use enough lube,” Kat had read a Cosmopolitan magazines years ago, in an article about pleasing your man by giving him anal sex. Kat wasn’t sure men read Cosmopolitan; they never seemed to really know how to get a girl ready. But Denis did know how to get a girl ready to have her asshole reamed. She waited patiently as he took his finger out, held the cheeks of her butt open, and applied more ice cold lube directly to her asshole.

There was another moment of silence, and then Kat felt the head of his penis against the cheeks of her ass. He applied some more lube, Kat was glad of that. Then she felt his thumbs, opening her, exposing her. Then his penis, she was sure he was guiding it with one hand, as he pressed against her sphincter.

“Just relax and exhale, and push back. You’ve done this before.” She had done this before and it worked like magic. He was inside of her, just barely. She gasped as she felt herself grip the crown of his penis.

Denis gave her a moment to catch her breath, and slowly, steadily, he began to fill her with his thick erect penis. By the time he hit bottom, there was a certain fullness she could not quite describe. And then the pain which really wasn’t pain, at least not to her.

Then he began the in and out. At first the strokes were slow, deep, and steady. G-d, she loved getting fucked in the ass.

For a while Denis was able to keep the strokes deep and slow, but as he began to build to his climax, he fucked her harder, more rapidly. He gripped the cuffs on her wrists with his left hand, holding her in place. At the same time he started slapping her bottom with his right hand, matching the tempo of his strokes, all the while driving his cock deeper and deeper into her ass.

The last minute was like a blur. Denis fucked her harder and harder, and Kat’s clit was rock hard and almost on fire, as his penis went deeper and deeper. She wanted to touch herself, to rub her clit, to help herself cum, but the cuffs on her wrists prevented her. Every nerve in her body was on edge. The lining of her rectum had never been so sensitive. Just before the explosion, Kat was sure she could feel the veins on his penis as Denis reamed her insides. Then she heard him whimper.

All Denis said was “Oh, my G-d.”

There were the short, stabbing, very rapid strokes, followed by the gush of hot cum deep in her rectum, and the Kat felt her own explosion.

They both fell forward on the bed. Every nerve in Kat’s body was on edge. She could feel his chest against her back, his belly against her ass, his legs against her legs. Finally he kissed her tenderly on the shoulder, covered her body with his own.

“I hope you enjoyed that,” was all he said when it was over. There wasn’t anything else that really needed to be said.

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Bondage and domination are forms of sexual pleasure that some people take to extremes. This work is not one of them. If you are looking for pain and blood, you will not find it here. If you wish to view a side of sex that offers control, pleasure and pleasing, read on.

*****

Her experience with the strange biker opened up another world for Katy. He had mentally ‘dragged her by the hair’ from the tavern, taken her to a semi-public place and tied her naked to his motorcycle. She was fed his massive penis, eaten out until she came several times, spanked for misbehaving, and anally penetrated by this handsome biker. Then, she asked, no BEGGED to be taken to his place! What was this feeling that drove her behavior?

An avid fan of all things sexual, Katy engaged in lots of different aspects of ‘lovemaking’. She had a relationship with a man, they each had other partners, sometimes together at swapping meetings. She had some experiences with other girls, some better than others. Never had she been treated like she had by Ron. He was forceful, yet gentle. Persuasive, yet suggestive. Demanding, but in a way that she WANTED to give him whatever he wanted, however he wanted it!

For example, when they got to his place, he all but ignored her for a while. He finally spoke after he had made himself comfortable with a drink and a smoke.

“You’ve got too many clothes on.” He said softly.

Katy couldn’t strip fast enough for him. She wanted to be naked in front of this powerful man. On her own, after she peeled off her clothing, she went to his chair and knelt at his side. Her head was bowed and her arms at her sides, near the back of her soft body. She could feel him studying her nude form, but he said nothing. She wanted to jump his body, but thought better of that idea. It did occur to her that he had seen, touched and penetrated her naked body, but she had only seen his penis sticking out of his leather pants. As she thought this, he must have read her mind.

“Go get yourself something to drink, Katy.” Again speaking softly in that commanding tone.

She rose and walked to the kitchen, feeling his eyes scanning her backside. She found a full bar and a well stocked wine cabinet. She selected Seagram’s and ginger ale, and when she returned, found Ron completely nude also. He had started some soft music on his entertainment unit and settled down in a large leather chair. She was entranced by the number of tattoos he had. His arms were almost covered, and both thighs sported large pieces, too. Later she would see the huge tat that covered his back. Right now, she caught herself staring at he soft lump of flesh between his legs.

Even soft, it was at least five or six inches long, a little over an inch across. His heavy sac lay on the soft leather. She watched as he began to ‘firm up’ while he looked at her. Katy was a sort of short girl. Five-four to be exact. She considered herself a little heavy in weight, but she was well proportioned. Her legs were strong and firm at the thighs. She had generous hips and soft curves across her belly. Her C-cup breasts were not as tight as they were when she was younger, but still a nice presentation with light colored areola and nipples that grew quite long when aroused. Her mound was slightly puffy, with small, thick outer labia. Her inner folds were a darker rose than her breasts, hiding a magnificent clitoris that erected to the size of her little finger.

Ron could see the aroused bud sticking out of the blossoming flower of her kitty, which was also dripping her nectar quite liberally. It seemed to him that Katy had an extremely active libido, but she wanted direction when it came to applying its effects. He was only to glad to oblige. Their earlier session outdoors had been quite enjoyable for both of them, so he decided to continue the ‘game’.

“Go into the next room, and make yourself ‘ready’.” He intoned.

“Y …Yes Sir!” she stammered and hurried out to the other room.

She found herself in a “playroom” affixed with several interesting pieces of furniture. There was what appeared to be a massage table, a pair of soft leather chairs, a low bench that one would find in a gym, and what seemed to be a rack to hold weights although there were none in the room. Her gaze crept up to the ceiling where she saw the hooks for hanging a swing of some sort. For whatever reason, she chose the table, and lay down, face up. Her knees were bent off the edge and her arms lay loosely off the upper part of the padded table.

Ron bostancı escort bayan gave her sufficient time to pick her spot, curious as to how she interpreted “ready”. He was pleased that she chose the table. Quietly, he entered the den and stood at the head of the table. He took Katy’s arms and held them out as her face tilted to see the underside of his massive penis inches from her mouth. When she tried to lick up at it, Ron backed away and pulled her wrists together. From under the edge of the table, he produced some padded, soft wrist cuffs that he applied to her slender arms.

He moved then to her legs, which he fastened with similar bands to the legs of the table. Trussed out like that, Katy was totally exposed, and wide open for any sexual advances. Ron thrust a finger into her dripping slit, causing Katy to moan. He lowered his mouth to her swollen clitoris and nipped it gently.

Katy was breathing hard and wanting to cum really bad. Each time he teased her body and stopped, her mind went wild. She thought to herself of the many times she wished that someone would treat her like this. Control her, yet respond to her needs as well. This wonderful man was doing it! She wanted to cum for him, to please him in every way.

Ron left the room, leaving Katy alone in the quiet. She could hear him moving about the house, though. She thought she heard him talking to someone, once.

Ron returned to his captive and without preface, sucked hard on her thick nipples. He also fingered her kitty and rubbed the nectar all through her slit, avoiding her clitoris by fractions of an inch. He looked deep into her green eyes and saw her need, her desire blooming and growing as he touched her soft, fleshy body. While she was repeatedly brought near and denied a cum for what seemed to be hours, he remained calm and gentle, yet persuasive in coaxing her feelings close to the surface.

Katy heard the front door, she thought. Then she saw Ron nod at the corner of the room. Ron placed a towel over her eyes and started to kiss on her dripping kitty in earnest. She was very close to cumming when she felt another pair of lips on her breast. She shrieked in surprise and tried to wiggle the towel away. That brought a swift slap on her thigh. SLAP! “Bad girl! No one told you to move.” She froze in place and accepted the additional set of hands that now caressed her chest and soft belly. Tender lips grazed her mouth, and a tongue pushed deep into it. She responded with her own explorations, and conclude that it wasn’t Ron kissing her. ‘But who?’ she tried to guess.

“Should I let her cum, once?” He asked to the stranger, as if she wasn’t there.

Katy didn’t hear an answer, but gladly felt Ron’s (?) lips and fingers return to her needy vulva with enough enthusiasm to allow her to attain a full, body shaking cum. She cried out and gasped as her waves of release triggered her girl-cum to flow forcefully from her vagina. She bucked and rocked and quivered through the event, almost grateful when the attention eased off.

The next sensation was of some lips and a tongue ‘cleaning’ her messy kitty. It wasn’t Ron. The facial skin was smoother, the lips softer, the gentle touches seemed lighter, too. ‘There is someone else here!’ Katy thought. Her hips responded to the soft licking, rolling up to meet the exploring tongue. Suddenly, the sensations stopped and she was left alone. The towel was quickly replaced by a sleep mask fastened with an elastic strap around her head.

Katy felt someone holding her head as the table was altered. The head section was lowered, and her head was laid back severely. She felt a warm touch at her lips, extended her tongue, and found it to be the crown of a penis. She opened her mouth to see if it would be put inside. It was! She took the throbbing organ into her throat easily in this position. She felt its owner fucking her throat gently, making sure she didn’t gag. Another object began to enter her vagina at the same time. OH! She was ecstatic with a double ended penetration.

The ‘penis’ in her kitty felt strange and cold compared to the one in her mouth. She felt some body weight behind it as well. The weight went away, as did the penis in her mouth, yet the object in her vagina remained. She felt her legs being picked up, cool slippery fingers at her anus, then a larger object being pushed into her back door! It was short and thick. She guessed it was a butt plug. It felt so full having tuzla escort bayan something in her rear and front holes at the same time.

Then she heard the chains rattling. She started squirming and getting concerned.

“What is going on?” She cried out. “Ron! Where are you? What are you doing?”

Ron didn’t answer, nor did his companion. They were assembling a swing at one end of the playroom, and hooking up some restraints to the rack of pipes. His friend Karen helped him with Katy’s ‘clean-up’ and was now getting ready for some pleasure of her own. After using the strap-on in Katy’s kitty, she was pretty horny. She left the fake cock in Katy’s body at Ron’s suggestion. She looked at the helpless girl; strapped to the table, blindfolded, with a dildo in her pussy and a butt plug in her rear.

Karen stood near the rack and extended her arms. This was one of her favorite toys. She held on to the top rail and let Ron tie her wrists high. Then she lifted one leg for him to fasten the sling behind her knee. The other leg followed, and she was suspended so that her knees were high near her chest, her vulva was wide spread and open. Ron sat between he thighs and started eating on the dripping feast of girl-cum nectar.

Not that Ron cared, but in her excitement, Karen let loose a short pee just as Ron started to suck on her swollen clitoris.

SLAP! SLAP!

“OHHHH! AHHHHH!” Came Karen’s screams. “I didn’t mean it!”

SLAP!

“AHHHHHH! NOOOOOO!” She cried out as each blow struck her exposed butt.

She and Ron had played this game before, so they were really performing for the benefit of Katy’s experience. Ron resumed kissing on Karen’s kitty, causing her to moan and shriek as if she were in agony.

“Oh! Please, Sir! Let me go!” She wailed. “Ohnosir! Please, not that!”

Ron was preparing to enter her with his massive hard-on, which she was waiting hungrily for anyway. She ‘fought’ her attacker as he shared love with her, all the while sounding like she was being tortured.

“Please,Please! Let me cum! Oh pleasesir! Let it be over!”

Ron did indeed bring her to a hard cum. Her fluids gushed from her body, soaking Ron and the floor beneath her. They both looked over at Katy and saw that she too was starting to quiver and cum. Karen nodded at Ron and he went to the table.

SLAP! Right across Katy’s mound with an open hand. She screamed.

“I didn’t tell you to cum!” Ron barked. “Behave yourself, or you’ll get more.”

Katy was whimpering. Feeling sorry for the girl she couldn’t see as well as the feeling of fear for herself. She heard the other girl sobbing and the chains again, the next she knew, she smelled the heavy musk of an aroused vagina. She felt the girl’s hands on either side of her head, and the soft flesh of her thighs brush her face. At the angle her face was tilted, it was soon covered with hot, moist flesh which she recognised as another woman’s pussy.

Not waiting to be told, she started licking the sweet nectar from the unknown kitty, she could feel the engorged nub of the throbbing clitoris, and made an effort to suck it into her mouth. Katy heard Ron tell her to “make that cunt cum”. Without her hands, it was difficult, but she soon had the girl bucking and pulling her face tighter to the cumming vagina. Her face was flooded, she almost choked on the volume of girl-cum flowing into her mouth.

It was gone as soon as it had cum. Silence filled her ears. Katy had cum three times without getting caught, listening to Karen cum and cry out. ‘What were they doing, where were they?’ She wondered. The pressure between her thighs was growing, the objects filling her holes pressed against each other through the thin membrane separating the two channels. Katy found she could work her muscles and rub the two together. Her belly was rolling and Ron saw what she was doing.

“Don’t you make yourself cum, little girl!” He growled. “We have other plans for you.”

She felt her bonds being released. Hands held he gently as she slid off the table. Katy was guided to another part of the room and her arms were lifted over her head. Then she felt her legs being spread. A device was fastened to each ankle holding her feet about three feet apart. She discovered that her weight was supported by something above, as well. The objects were still stuffed inside her openings.

She braved the chance to talk to her ‘captors’. “What are you going to do?” she göztepe escort bayan asked. “Let me see, please Sir?”

Her request was granted immediately. The blindfold came off and she was facing a tall, slender girl trussed up on the rack. As before, Karen was sitting in the support straps with her arms outstretched. Her smooth shaven vulva was red and swollen, dripping fluids, just like Katy’s.

“Katy, meet Karen.” Ron said softly.

The girls smiled at each other, Katy not sure if she should say anything.

“Karen is a good friend that has played here many times.” He explained. “She agreed to help out when I told her of our little game in the rest area.”

Ron talked and walked around the girls as though it were the regular thing to have tied up guests ‘hanging’ around. He finally told them to choose who would be free and who stayed tied. Karen knew how to play this one, and immediately screamed out, “Untie me! Let ME down! Oh, please, I beg you, set me down!”

She smiled to herself as Ron did just as she expected. He took Katy down. He rubbed her wrists and ankles after removing the cuffs, then told her to stand near Karen.

“OK, Katy. I want you to take the plug out of your butt. Wash it in that sink over there in very warm water, then bring it back. Just make sure your ‘friend’ in front stays put!”

Katy reached between her legs and slowly pushed the plug from her rear entrance. It felt so empty! She carefully waddled to the sink and cleansed the anal device. Returning to her ‘station’ as told.

“Now my little slut girl, Take that cock out of your pussy and feed it to Karen.”

She looked at Karen and was surprised to see her smiling and nodding ever so slightly. Katy took the strap-on out of her vagina and put it to Karen’s lips. The protests and wiggling were staged of course, but it did get Katy even more aroused. Karen finally opened her mouth, and allowed Katy to push the latex cock into her mouth.

“Let her hold it for a while.” Ron instructed.

Katy let the cock loose, and Karen dutifully held it in her teeth.

“Now, put that butt plug deep into your pussy, and get it real wet. Fuck yourself with it, but don’t cum!”

Katy jammed the plug into herself and fucked her kitty until she was about to cum. She looked at Ron for direction.

“Stick it into Karen’s ass, hard!”

Muffled screams of protest came from Karen’s throat as she shook her head ‘NO!’

Katy pushed the plug at Karen’s wide, exposed anus. She was amazed that it went in so easily. She almost pushed it too far. She could see Karen grinning around the cock in her mouth as the tied girl sighed. It was just like when he did her anally on the bike. She said no, she tried to prevent it, but she wanted it BAD!

Katy realised that she wasn’t the only girl who felt this way. It wasn’t strange to want to be controlled and used for pleasure, especially when the pleasure was hers.

“Now, slut! Take that penis out of her mouth and put it on!”

This was new. Katy had never worn a strap-on, but she soon figured it out. She tightened the straps around her waist and between her legs. Then she admired her ‘cock’ bouncing out in front, like a man.

“Okay, Katy. You shouldn’t have trouble figuring this one out. Fuck her brains out!” Ron instructed.

Katy positioned herself and started teasing Karen’s clitoris and outer lips with the cock. Just like so many men had done with her. She coated it with Karen’s nectar, the set it at her vaginal opening.

SLAP! A swift open hand to her ass caused her to lurch forward and penetrate the swollen kitty of the helpless girl.

“I said, “Fuck her brains out!” Now get with it! Fuck her till she cums!”

Katy jammed the length of the latex deep into Karen’s unprotected kitty. She pounded the girl’s body despite the cries of protest and claims of pain.

“Oh! Please, NO! Stop! You’re hurting meeee!” Karen continued to cry out, until she could hold back no longer. “OHHHHH KAAAAAATTTYYYY!!!! Immmmm Cummmmmingg!!” She rocked and bucked in the swing like restraint, gushing fluids all over the floor and Katy’s front. Katy pulled her close to soothe her and kiss her sobbing lips.

Ron told her to take off the strap-on, and help untie Karen. They remained naked, and Ron went to the kitchen to bring some chilled wine and snacks. The relaxed on the soft carpet in the front room, and discussed the game. Katy asked Karen what her word was when the subject of ‘stop and no’ came up.

“Why, ‘marshmallows’, of course. Who would ever think of them during such wonderful sex?”

They shared quieter, slower love between them throughout the afternoon and evening. Karen and Katy got very into each other, Ron got into them both at one time or another, too. Eventually they bathed together in the large tub and napped for a while, spent, satisfied, and ready for more.

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Since we had to wait a few weeks until Spring Break, Katie decided to do some basic research on a female led relationship over the internet. At least that is what she told me, I think a lot of this stuff just came from her own fantasies. But it isn’t my place to question what she tells me; we BOTH agreed she would be my boss.

We maintained our social lives as a young couple living together. We went out with friends, went to movies and bars, all the usual college social activities. Only once, did my chastity, and her control over me come up with our friends. Fortunately, we were able to deflect the situation, so no one was the wiser. Well, maybe except for Katie’s friend, Barb.

I’ve asked Katie about what she thinks Barb knows, and if she has told Barb about us. Katie just laughed and told me that was none of my business! Katie said MY business was keeping her happy and becoming a famous, well paid author, nothing more.

I’ll tell the story, so you can decide.

We were at a pizza parlor near campus with our friends, Barb, my best friend, Steve, his girlfriend, Cheryl, and Katie’s second-best guy friend (I’m first!), Chris, who we all assume is gay, but no one talks about it. We had just finished a Pizza and ordered our fourth pitcher of beer. We weren’t drunk, but we were all in a happy and talkative state of mind.

Steve said, “Tell me, Willie, why have you taken to wearing that choke chain dog collar?”

My hand went to my neck, “You don’t like it?”

“It’s not that, it’s just not something I thought you would do, that’s all.”

“Well,” I said, “Katie likes it and that’s good enough for me!”

Katie spoke up, “I don’t know, I think it’s kind of sexy! Besides, it will be even sexier if he ever grows some chest hair!” Everyone had a good laugh at my expense, as I am famous in my circle for looking a bit young.

“Besides!” Barb said, “How else is she going to keep him under control when she takes him out for a walk late at night?” Again, everyone laughed at this imagery.

“Yeah!” I said sheepishly, “It’s those damn squirrels! If I see one, I just want to run off and chase them!”

Cheryl spoke up as well, “Well I’m with Katie! I think it’s sexy!” She turned to Steve and leaned against him, “Maybe I’ll get you one, so I can take YOU for a late-night walk!”

Everyone went, “OOH” at this, and we all made jokes about Steve on a leash and competing with me for all the squirrels in town. I glanced at Barb, and I saw her smile and wink at me while I felt Katie grab my caged cock through my slacks. At that point, I began to wonder just what Barb knew, and if she was helping Katie come up with ideas on how to use me.

During this time, Katie was also ratcheting up what she was beginning to call ‘my training’. She began to tie me up in new and inventive ways, and I wasn’t always on the bed when she did so. Sometimes, she would just tie my hands behind my back, and have me kneel in front of her and lick either her pussy ataşehir escort bayan or her ass.

At one point, she tied me up in what was a very fancy set of knots, my hands trapped against my sides and left me lying naked, without the cage, in front of the sofa while she sat on that sofa and rested her feet on my face. She wouldn’t let me kiss or lick her feet at all. When I asked her why, she said that since she was the boss, I needed to learn patience and obedience. That it was enough that she wanted to do this to me, and it was not my place to question her.

Later, she got my pillow from the bed, and a spare blanket, covered me up, and I slept on the floor in front of the couch. I was as erect all night long, and with my arms tied to my sides, I remained that way!

I must have slept a little, as I woke that morning with an incredible need to pee, “Katie!” I called out.

“Well! The sleepy-head is awake!” Katie was behind my head, and by tilting my head back into an uncomfortable position, I could see her. She was dressed in a smart looking skirt and blouse and wearing some ‘sensible’ pumps. The hem of the skirt, just came to her knees. All in all, she looked very professional.

“Why are you all dressed up?” I asked.

“I’ve got an interview with that med school down in Springfield this morning.”

“Oh, Good luck!”

“Thanks!”

“But honey, I’ve REALLY got to pee! Can you untie me?”

“No, Babe, I can’t have you walking into the bathroom without your cage on! I just don’t think you have the will power to not play with yourself just yet!”

“But I really got to go!”

“Well what if I get you an old coffee tub, and you pee into that?”

“I’ve morning ‘wood’!” I whined, “there’s no way my dick will be flexible enough for me to pee into a tub!”

“I’ve got an idea! Let me get that coffee tub!” She walked away from me and I heard her in the kitchen. She was opening cupboard doors, opening the refrigerator, taking her sweet time! Meanwhile, I was trying not to pee all over myself.

Katie came back and stood over me with one foot on each side of my head. All I could see was her long legs stretching up for what seemed like 20 feet before they came together at that incredibly beautiful panty covered snatch. Despite my discomfort, I was in awe of the beautiful young woman who had chosen me . . . ME, as her companion. I felt like the luckiest man in the world.

“I’m pretty sure I can soften you up quickly!” she said brightly, “Then I can aim you at the coffee tub, so you can pee!”

It was clear that she would give me a hand job, but I was a little embarrassed by having her hold me while I peed into a big container. “Can’t you just untie me?”

“No, Babe! I don’t have much time for this, and you know you couldn’t keep your hands from yourself if you were alone! It’s this or nothing!”

“Okay!” I was defeated.

Slowly, Katie lowered pendik escort bayan herself onto my face, “At least,” I thought, “I’ll get a hand-job out of this.”

Once Katie had seated herself comfortably with that little wiggle she does when mounting my face, I felt her lean forward a bit and I anticipated a pleasant start to the morning. Then, suddenly, I felt, Antarctica on my genitals!

“Whoa!” was my muffled cry, “What are you doing?”

Katie lifted herself a bit off my face, “It’s a bag of frozen peas! I read about this on a web site! It is guaranteed to deflate a man quickly! Once you are soft enough, I’ll aim you towards the coffee tub.”

Katie was right, I did go soft very quickly, “Let me get the tub into position. . . there!”

I felt her take me into her hand, “I hope you’re long enough for this to work! I don’t want to change clothes. Okay, try to go now.”

It took me a moment to shift mental gears, and then I released a strong stream.

“Stop!” Katie said, “You’re going all over the place! You’re going to have mess to clean up after I leave!”

“Can’t you just untie me?” I really didn’t like having my fiancée ‘help’ me pee in this way.

“I’ve told you ‘no’ a couple of times now!” Katie said, sharply, “I think if I roll you over on your side, I can make this work.”

She stood up and walked between me and the sofa, “Help me roll you onto your side.”

I was bound tightly so I couldn’t do much, but I did what I could. I felt my hip roll into a wet puddle. Katie put the coffee tub into position, tilted it a bit, then took hold of me and aimed me into the tub. “Ok, now go!”

I let loose a stream, as strong as before, “Yipee! It’s working! Mostly.” Katie exclaimed, “How do you guys aim this thing?”

“Yeah, they should come with some sort of gunsight! Oh! That feels SO good!” It took awhile for my water to stop.

When I was done, Katie got up and walked to the bathroom.

I raised my head to follow her with my eyes. “Hey! Where are you going? I’m still tied up here!”

Katie stopped and turned back to face me and then held up the coffee tub, “I’ve got to get rid of this, don’t I?” She smiled an evil grin, “Unless, of course, you’d like to drink it. . .”

“OOH! No Thank you!”

“Hmm, I seem to recall a couple of weeks ago, that you said you wanted to drink my pee! Were you making that up?”

“No, but it was YOUR pee I wanted to drink, not my own!”

Katie raised the index finger of her free hand, “Be careful of what you wish for! Or at least be careful of telling me about it!”

I must have looked shocked, because Katie laughed heartily, she somehow manages to be beautiful even snorting like a horse! “Don’t panic TOO soon! I haven’t decided if, how, or when I will grant your wish! But I’ve heard that a diabetic who spills a lot of sugar into his, or her, urine, makes that urine taste sweet! Maybe you ümraniye escort bayan could be my personal glucose monitor! I’d hate to have diabetes and not know it!”

MAN! I let my head fall back to the floor with a thump, I wished I had had more presence of mind to not be so forthright when she told me to tell her my deepest sexual secrets. Surely, if I had been thinking properly, I could have come up with something that satisfied her need to ‘know’ me, but which still protected my male ego!

I hear her flush the toilet, wash her hands, and walk back to me. She knelt and began to lock my penis back into its cage. Oddly, I felt some level of rightness about being locked back up. I knew that if I were home alone without the cage, I would do exactly what Katie didn’t want, and I would masturbate 3 or 4 times before she got home again. And to tell the truth, it was starting to feel ‘odd’ when I was unlocked.

Then Katie began to untie the series of complex knots she had wrapped me in. “Tying you up like this is a lot of fun, for both of us I think, but it’s a pain in the butt, to remove them.”

“Yeah, I like it a lot, but I can see the trouble of removing this stuff!”

“I think I’m going to look on the internet for some simpler roping tricks that are just as satisfying.”

“Hmm” I said agreeably.

“What’s on your agenda for the day?” Katie asked.

“No classes, today. I thought I’d work on my novel. Professor Haze is starting to nag me to get her suggested changes submitted to her.”

“So, don’t you like submitting to Professor Haze?” Katie’s tone was playful.

“Not as much as I like submitting to you!”

“Good! She’s too pretty by far!”

“Ah, she’s older, and married, and kind of scary! I just need you to submit to!”

“Keep it that way and I’ll make sure that we both remain happy and content!” She said as she freed me from the last of my bondage. “While I’m gone, would you clean up this mess? I don’t want the smell of urine to sink into the wood.”

“Of course! My dear!”

Katie stood up and I stood to face her, “Also, DO THE DISHES! You were supposed to do them last night!”

“Yes, I had planned, all along, to do them this morning.”

“Well, your life will get very difficult if they aren’t done when I get home. Why do you think you slept on the floor last night? I bet Professor Haze’s husband does the dishes when she tells him to!”

“Worry Not, my Dear! Thy will be done! And I don’t think I’ve ever met her husband!”

“I have,” Katie said, “He’s the Anatomy and Physiology instructor. He reminds me a bit of you, only older, I wonder if he is as obedient as you are?”

I kissed her on the forehead, “I suspect there isn’t a man on campus who wouldn’t do anything you asked of them. I have to be VERY obedient in order that I stay in your favor!”

Katie harrumphed, “I’m from Hollywood, I know bullshit when I hear it!” She turned and walked to the door. After she opened the door, she turned to look at me and pointed to the floor, “Don’t forget, clean up, and do the dishes!”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said smarmily.

Katie smiled at me, and said, “I should be home no later than 1:30 or 2:00 this afternoon. Be a good boy for me!” And with that, she blew me a kiss and left.

I set about to clean the floor and do the dishes.

To be continued. . .

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I watched as you idly flipped through the paper and rested your elbows on the counter top. It caused that wonderfully shaped ass of your to stick out proudly. I just had to take a minute to admire that ass. I loved your ass and you knew it, and often times I enjoyed just looking at it. But not now. Right now, I needed to do much more than just look.

As quiet as a ghost I snuck up behind you. Your first warning was my hand pressing you flat against the counter.

“Honey?” You said some what nervously.

I smacked your ass hard. You yelped in pain and shock.

“Shut up.” I commanded you.

“What are…” You tried to ask.

Again I spanked you. Even harder than the first time. I spanked both your ass cheeks, holding you, despite how hard you tried to squirm free. After a handful of good smacks I stopped. You whimpered a little.

“I said shut up, and I meant it.” I said roughly.

The counter top was ice cold and had to be making your nipples hard as rocks. I could tell you wanted to say something, but didn’t want to bring any more smacks upon your sore ass.

“If you want to say anything, address me as Master, and make it short.” I said as I gently ran my hand across your ass, feeling how shapely and firm it was.

“M-master, what are you going to do to me?” You asked in a voice the almost quivered with fear.

I laughed a deep throaty laugh.

“Oh I think you know exactly what I’m going to do to you.”

I slid my hand around your waist to the front of your pants. My fingers nimbly undid that button and pulled the zipper down. You started to squirm slightly, but I decided to let it go this time.

“Don’t even think about trying to move, or get away.” I said as grabbed your pants with both hands.

As I slide your pants down to your ankles, I couldn’t help but notice you where already very wet. I traced kadıköy escort bayan my fingers along the inside of your calf, your thigh, and then out to your butt again, avoiding your pussy all together.

“Your pussy is already sopping wet. You’re about to get raped and you love it. You’re such a slut.” I whispered in your ear.

I reached back and slowly slid my fingers closer to your waiting pussy. You pushed your ass back, trying to urge me on. It was clear you where having a struggle with yourself. You loved what I was doing to you, but you where also scared. I laughed in your ear.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I don’t know what to say Master.” I said meekly.

“Use your imagination.” I replied

After a moments pause you whispered something almost to quiet for me to hear.

“You’ll have to say it louder than that.”

“Please rape me like the slut I am.” You said in a hushed voice.

“Still not good enough.” I said as I started to pull my hand away.”

“Please rape me like the dirty slut that I am!” You screamed.

“That’s more like it, slut.” I said

With that I started rubbing your pussy through your panties. I pulled your soaked panties down, exposing you completely to me. Without warning I pushed two fingers inside you. You tried to stifle a moan. It didn’t work.

I pumped my fingers deep into your pussy, feeling how wet and warm you already where. Another finger slid in with no problems. My other hand quickly found your clit, and before long you couldn’t stop moaning. You pushed your ass back, practically begging me to finger you harder.

It wasn’t hard to tell you where getting close to an orgasm. I brought you right up to the brink, and then suddenly stopped. Your hands darted, trying to push yourself over the edge. I roughly kartal escort bayan grabbed your arms and pinned them behind your back. You wriggled your hips desperately trying to find something to stimulate your pussy.

“You haven’t earned the right to cum yet.” I said.

“Oh, god, please let me cum Master.” You begged still squirming.

“Hm, I don’t know.”

“Oh, please, let your little slut cum Master. I’m such a horny slut, and I need to cum so badly. Please play with my pussy more Master.” You moaned.

“Such a fucking slut…” I chuckled.

“I am a dirty slut. I’m your little cockwhore, your personal fuck toy. Please let your dirty slut cum Master.

My fingers sank back into your pussy, causing you to almost scream. I didn’t even get a chance to play with your clit before you where cumming loudly. You screamed and shook. It felt like my fingers where caught in a vice of something softer than velvet.

When your orgasm finally stopped you laid there, breathing deeply. I pulled my fingers out of your pussy and was amazed at how wet you where. I chuckled as I started to undo my pants. You tried to turn and see what I was doing. I rewarded you with several hard smacks on your already red ass cheeks.

My cock was rock hard, and aching to fuck your pussy. But I couldn’t let you know that. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down your pussy, and laughed as you moaned. I started to push into you, but then stopped. You thrust your ass back, desperately trying to get my cock inside you. I gripped behind the head of my cock, making it impossible for you to get any more inside you.

You groaned and pushed back desperately. Your pussy was so wet my hand was quickly soaked with your juices.

“I want to hear you beg for my cock you whore. Beg for me to fuck you like maltepe escort bayan the slut that you are.” I commanded you.

“Oh please Master. You’re dirty little slut needs you to fuck her. Your little whore’s pussy wants to be fucked so badly. I need your cock inside me, I need you to fuck me like slut I am.”

“You’re such a cock whore. You want my cock so badly don’t you, you dirty fuck slut.”

“I live for my Masters cock. Please use your little sluts pussy to make yourself cum Master. Please fuck me.”

Without warning I started slamming my cock into your pussy. My cock hammered your pussy without mercy. You screamed and tried to grab something to hold onto. I kept slamming your pussy.

“Oh, god, Master you’re fucking me so hard. You’re fucking your slut so good.” You moaned.

“You slut, you loved getting raped don’t you? Such a dirty little whore, you just love having my big fat cock in your pussy don’t you?” I said harshly as I smacked your ass.

“Master your cock is almost too big. It fills your little sluts pussy so well. I love your cock Master!”

Your pussy was so wonderfully tight and hot. I smacked your ass as I fucked your ruthlessly.

“Such a good pussy for such a good slut. You dirty fucking whore, you cock loving slut.” I whispered in your ear as I fucked you.

I kept pumping my cock into you, listening to you moan. I was surprised when I felt your hand start to massage my balls.

“Please cum inside your little slut Master. Fill me up with your cum Master”

With a groan I slammed my cock into you one last time. You moaned and your pussy suddenly tightened around my cock. My cum filled your already hot pussy. I pressed my cock as deeply into as I could. You moaned loudly as your own orgasm intensified.

When my cock stopped spurting cum into your pussy, I slowly pulled it out.

You groaned slightly, but seemed content. You looked so erotic, your ass out in the air, your pussy freshly fucked. If I could have found the energy I would have fucked you again. I helped pull up your panties and pants. You managed to button them back up, but then leaned back against me. I wrapped my arms around you.

“I’d say we’re even now.”

“Mmm, fair enough.”

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A short while ago my company, a regular small run of the mill recruitment company, ran into some financial difficulties and for a while it looked to all at the firm like we were going to be just another company to go bust in the recession. Then out of the blue we were all called into a meeting by the boss to say that we were going to be merging with a much larger company who wanted to open small specialist branches for placement of varied professions.

We had all been thrown a lifeline but we would not be safe until we had gone through an internal interview and testing process by the new boss. The merger would be happening in two weeks and between now and then our outputs would be highly scrutinised by the new boss who we would not get to meet till our interview.

Over the next couple of weeks everyone tried their best to be as good at their jobs as possible which concerned me a little about how the company ended up having to be taken over. If everyone had worked this hard in the first place maybe we wouldn’t be in the mess we were in! Still, not my place to motivate the other employees, so I did the same as I always do and just cracked on.

After two weeks the new boss arrived and began working her way through the interviews at the pace of three a day. I was to be last on the third day which also happened to be a Friday. “Just my luck,” I thought to myself “She will be ready for home and bored of doing all these and will probably give me no time at all to sell myself. Or even worse she’ll pissed off that she hasn’t gone home yet.”

Everyone had been forced to sign contracts, legally binding, that forbid them to talk about their interviews so I had no idea what to expect, I hadn’t even seen the new boss. It was getting past 4pm and most of the other people were leaving when eventually my time came and I received a phone call at my desk to say she was ready for me. Her voice was firm but friendly I put her in her late thirties maybe early forties. I made my way to her office and knocked lightly on the door. “Come in!” I heard so I entered.

The room was well lit with big windows all the way around the room with open floor length blinds. A large oak desk dominated the room, rich mahogany and clearly worth a few quid. An oddly purple coloured sofa one of these designer jobs with only one end having an arm on it and no cushions was along the adjoining wall. A few pictures on the walls and a plant in the corner, standard if yet personalised I would describe the office.

The new boss stood up from her chair behind her desk and walked around to greet me offering her hand and saying, “Hello, nice to meet you sorry to have kept you so late I had a few issues with the last one. Karen I think her name was, not to worry she won’t be here on Monday so we won’t be having any issues again! Brad isn’t it?”

I shook her hand a little taken aback thinking that’s an intimidating way to start an interview, “Yes” I affirmed my name and she replied telling me hers was Desirae. I would say she was about 40, 5 foot 7 or 8, long dark hair about 6 inches past her shoulders and expensively styled with a full fringe and straightened. She had the look of a woman who had been well pampered so had good skin for her age. She didn’t look like a regular gym user but wasn’t in bad shape she just didn’t appear to be overly toned.

She was dressed in a knee length black satin pencil skirt, black pantyhose and 2″ black patent stiletto heels. She had a navy blue blouse that was also satin and looked very expensive with matching coloured buttons and a frill that was about two inches either side of the join that ran the full length. It was ruffled at the sleeve with an open collar that exposed a very expensive looking diamond necklace. The last button was undone and you could see just a hint of cleavage that appeared very well rounded and full whilst beginning to freckle, perhaps from all the topless sunbathing she had done when she was younger. Her outfit was completed with gold hoop earrings and black full rimmed stylish glasses. All in all Desirae looked very professional yet still maintained an air of sexuality to her.

She offered me a seat which I gladly took as she returned to her desk. Being an interview I tried to restrain myself from checking out her ass but me being me I failed and had a good ogle of a large posterior that in my opinion was clearly itching to get out of her skirt. As a lover of real asses seeing it encased in the satin tight skirt really did make my day. Before getting back to her desk she rather barked out at me. “Now, you are our best worker so there is no worries bakırköy escort that you will be an asset to the company who will be retaining you, but I am not one to beat around the bush and basically I need to make sure you are loyal to me not just the company. So given the fact you had a good long look at my arse whilst I was walking back to the desk I would say you are like most men enslaved to your sexual desires am I right?”

I was a little shocked and unsure of what to say next as I was conscious this was still an interview despite the assurance of my works competency. I took a breath in and before I could speak she said, “Don’t try and deny it these windows are reflective,” pointing over her shoulder at the glass as she sat down “I watched you watching my ass in the reflection, you really should be more careful!”

I tried my hardest to say something and all I could come up with in a short and embarrassed tone was, “Yeah sorry about that.”

“No! I won’t hear sorry when you aren’t sorry, you enjoyed it didn’t you?” Desirae exclaimed in a authoritarian tone.

I took a second before answering and thought it didn’t appear that she is overly angry about me checking her out so I might as well play along with whatever was happening, she’s already said my job was safe. “I did enjoy it you have an amazing ass Desirae if I may be so bold as to say?”

Desiare seemed to smile without turning her lips up at my comment and replied in a more calmer tone that, “You may be so bold but just remember I am the boss around here and if you try doing anything like that when I walk past in the office you will be reprimanded for sexual harassment do you understand?” I did understand and told her so almost apologising again.

“So I need you beholden to me so go and lock the door then sit on the couch.” She said it in a tone that suggested not doing what she wanted was not an option.

“Random?” I thought to myself, “Why am I locking the door?” As I was walking things got a little darker as Desirae closed the blinds. I turned around and she beckoned me to throw her the keys which she then proceeded to put in one of the draws of her large desk. I sat as instructed on the couch.

“Now how this works basically you will do as I say or you will be fired, I am a top I am sure you know what one of those is and I require my sexual needs to be met. You will be promoted when I finalise the restructure as long as you now fulfil my desires. You have no option but accept or I will have you up on a sexual assault charge. One of my lovers is one of the top prosecution lawyers in the city and you will never work again, now without getting up take off your clothes and lie down on the couch,” she said almost like a doctor tells a patient when they are explaining things to them in a surgery, she was very to the point but not aggressive, almost like this was how things are in her world!

My heart began racing at 100mph where on earth had this come from I was thinking, “What do I do? Run? I can’t run she has locked the door and the keys have my fingerprints on them! Do I really want to run? This could be fun, what’s the worst that can happen here? I fuck her then I can go, I haven’t had a fuck in a few weeks so why not!”

Just like that it appeared I had become something of a sex slave to a mature dominant woman and was getting a pay rise and a promotion. Oh well! I did as was ordered and took off my shoes, suit and boxers and lay down on the couch. All the while she was staring intently at me almost inspecting me! My cock had decided he was enjoying being free from his confines and wasn’t hard but was clearly playing along.

She walked over to me and without a word, as I lay staring up at her, again noticing her curves in the right places, took my hand and placed it on her inner thigh. Then she moved my hand slowly up her leg. “Don’t waste time, put your finger on my clit firmly and make small circles” she uttered as my hand moved closer to the top of her legs. I found her clit almost immediately as to my surprise she had no panties on! I love foreplay so for a guy I think I know what I am doing and began circling it with what I thought was a firm touch only to be slapped in the face whilst she now more aggressively shouted “I said firmly you a man or a mouse?”

As you would expect I renewed my work a little firmer to receive a light moan to signify her enjoyment. “That’s better keep that up but don’t touch yourself if you do I will squeeze your balls so tight you will cry!” She laughed as she now commanded like bahçelievler escort a general commands their troops. She began to get quite moist and I can’t lie I was thoroughly enjoying this. My cock was beginning to get hard fully now which seemed to please her even more as she was staring it. I took the opportunity to reach over with my other hand and start to push her skirt up. Desirae didn’t stop me and as the skirt got higher up the sweet smell of her pussy as it was only a foot away from me began to fill my nose. That was all I needed and my cock was now fully erect.

“Do you like what you see?” She said once again in a tone that suggested caution with the answer and that I had better say what she wanted to hear or it might not work out well for me.

“Yes very much so you are so sexy.” I put out in a confident tone which clearly wasn’t the right tone as she moved away from my reach and said quickly whilst pinching one of my nipples

She barked again in that tone of someone who enjoyed the frustration she was experiencing, “You clearly need to learn some respect, when I let you touch me you should thank me for it!” I was close to an apology but was unable to get my words out fully as she lifted her skirt exposing her pussy to my eyes and then quickly and rather painfully straddled my face. Her knees and body weight dug in to my shoulder making me wince as she mounted me and then sank her whole bodyweight down onto my face.

She sat down so abruptly and heavily that she totally squashed my face and I had no time to even draw breath. Her pussy and ass completely covered my face and her bodyweight pushed my head and neck down into the couch. She wriggled happily for a few seconds before straightening her legs a little up onto her knees so I could breathe. I was grateful for the air but her whole bodyweight powered into my shoulders and I again grimaced.

Now in total control and loving the power Desirae said, “Now you are going to lick my pussy until it glistens and I have had as many orgasms as I want do you hear me?” I was about to answer when I was plunged back into the darkness of her crotch once again only this time not as heavily so she could work her pussy on to my mouth. Her ass was literally on my nose and I had to be honest it smelt fantastic. My shoulders began to go numb with the pain and I began to think myself lucky to be getting such a taste. Her pussy was smooth and well kept so there was no pubic hairs to get in the way and it was quite a long pussy so when I pushed my tongue up and down her slit I had plenty of time to savour it all. She grabbed a nipple and shouted at me that I was to “work her clit and do it good” which I did as best as I could.

I was being smothered by my new boss who had the most amazing tasting pussy, my cock was as big as it had ever been. It had gone purple and was screaming that it wanted to be played with but she took no notice of it what so ever. I continued to lick and flick and lap at Desiraes pussy as best as I could with the eagerness of a man trying to please his mistress. She began to pant and the tweaking of nipples was replaced by her just putting her palms on my chest to hold herself up. As she did this it brought a curve to her back and arched her bum up a little just enough for me to be able to get some light and be face to face with her ass cheeks. They were so round and smooth there was no sign of aging in them I admired them greatly.

It also meant that my nose was now exposed a little and I managed to get the tip of it in her asshole which seemed to please her. I tried my best to work it up there whilst I continued to lap at this fantastic woman’s clit. It wasn’t long before she was going to cum and this drew her up onto her knees sending her weight back fully onto my head and her ass crushed against my face. She threw her arms up above her head and let out a loud moan as I felt her ass muscles contract as she orgasmed.

Desiraes juices where flowing out onto my face, down my chin and across my cheeks. She slumped a little which signified the end of her climax and I thought she would be getting up off me but all she did was slide a inch down me and slapped my cock, not hard but hard enough to make me flinch a little and laughed as she said in a lusty tone, “I don’t want this I need a tongue fucking, now stick it out so I can fuck your face and don’t let it go soft.”

How do you answer that? There are no words for that situation I just did as I was told and stuck out my tongue. She began slowly bucking on it, only small movements zeytinburnu escort an inch or two in either direction. Each time my tongue would be removed from her pussy right to the tip then it would be plunged back inside as deep as it would go. “Mmm that’s it…. that’s it” She said “I’m fucking your face and your loving it aren’t you? I know you are. I fucking know you are” she hollered still in that authoritative tone. I nodded in agreement which she seemed to enjoy. It appeared to give her the idea that rather than her do the work and ride my face I should be moving my neck.

She reached behind her and grabbed the back of my head and started pushing it up and down. “Fuck it, fuck my pussy with your tongue” she shouted as the panting was beginning again. “Do it, do it!” she began to shout as she bucked her hips while I bobbed my head pushing in my tongue as deep as I could get it. Her ass was slapping against my forehead and cheeks with each thrust.

“Ahh yess I love it you’re going to make me cum aren’t you” She hollered pretty frenetically. Knowing I was unable to reply she began gently but firmly slapping my cock head with each syllable “make… me… cum” three small slaps then she would moan “make… me… cum” three more small slaps. This queen continued with this, at least to her, amusing activity a few times then she leaned right back up on her knees and dragged her nails up my arms scratching them roughly which made me wince a little and fuck her faster.

My head bobbing increased as her pressure on my face did now she was raised up again and finally she let out a louder moan than last time, this one being of the “Ooo” variety. Desirae was about to orgasm and grabbed my head ramming it up into her ass as far as she could trying to almost get my entire face in there whilst she pulsated another bigger climax around me. “Ahhh” she let out a relieved moan, paused a second then with almost a growl used both hands to ram my head down onto the couch and pushed herself up to standing. Her ass left my face almost having made suction and it squelched leaving me exposed naked on the couch with her juices all over my face and chin and my tongue sticking out.

My eyes began to adjust to continuous light again somewhat now and I breathed deeply taking in the much needed air. In a rather grumpy tone one that suggested fake dissatisfaction I was then told, “Don’t waste a fucking drop of my pussy juices use our hands and lick as much of it up as you can. Wipe it into your mouth as best u can, its precious to you now and don’t you forget it.” She was walking away from me so I stole another glance at that amazing now back in her skirt ass that had got me into this.

“I won’t waste any of it I will get it all.” I uttered trying to lick my own face clean like an animal.

“Still no manners I see!” she said turning and putting down the glass of water she had picked up. She quickly strode back to me in an aggressive manner “Get down off that couch onto the floor!” She grabbed my shoulders as I slid on to the floor. She was angrily shouting now, “Get on your knees you disrespectful fucker!!” I quickly did as I was told, a little exposed and intimidated, then she grabbed my head with two hands and forced my mouth onto the little wet patch of her juices that had made its way on to the couch. “Suck that up and the one on the other side before you leave!” she barked and with one last thrust she rammed my face on to the wet patch which was probably mostly my own saliva but still tasted and smelt of her delicious pussy.

I did as I was told whilst she returned to her desk and sat down drinking a glass of water. “It’s all gone Desirae” I said “Thank you for the opportunity to clean your couch with my mouth.”

She replied still in a rough tone “I will judge that.” She then strode back across the room. As I heard her footsteps on the cold tiled floor I felt a little exposed my ass bared to her as I licked the couch. She had brought a ruler and smacked my ass with it. A loud crack went through the room as she laughed belittlingly ordering me, “Good that looks clean to me now get the fuck out my office and be here on Monday, don’t be late.” She dropped the keys on the floor in front of me and I quickly picked them up. “Get out get out she yelled this isn’t your office go get dressed somewhere else you fool!” in a rather sadistic tone rather like a teacher who enjoys shouting at children. I grabbed my things and hastily left the room to her shouting “Close the fucking door!”

Thankfully when I got outside the office everyone had gone so I was able to quickly dress without anyone seeing and make my way home. I was already in the car park and in my car before my erection decided he had finished for the day but as I drove home thinking about the ‘interview’ he regularly re-appeared. I put my key in the front thinking to myself, “Well that went pretty well this merger is a blessing in disguise! Who knows what I will be doing Monday!”

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Dear Reader,

The story you are about to indulge in was something that I co-wrote a few years ago with a fellow member of a bulletin board. Our screen names were Kitten and Lurker. Recently, I received a request for a bondage story and went through Lit searching for this one. To my surprise, although I had consented to the posting, I was unable to find it. Therefor, I am sharing it now. Out of respect for my fellow author, not one word has been changed from the original story.

Enjoy. ~Dirty Kitten

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Kitten slowly approaches the door and peers inside. Sensing something is up, but not quite sure what it might be; she creeps ever so slowly inside and looks around. The many dark nooks and crannies sparking her curiosity and giving her wandering desires to investigate a quick and immediate rise. However, a small noise catches her attention, her ears twitch slightly, and she softly murmurs, “Meow?”

The room is quite dark and eerily quiet, although the tremendous anticipation is far too much for Lurker, who nervously and hopefully quietly, clears his throat. Oh shit, did her ears just twitch? Did she actually hear that? Lurker continues to watch a now very suspicious Kitten as she lithely but cautiously steps further into the room.

Backlit against the open door, her image is no less than stunning. Some sort of high heels, although it is still to dark to be sure, yield to a pair of shapely yet strong legs. The kind of legs you would die for! Her skintight leather pants accentuate the sexy curves of her hips. Oh, to be able to see that ass right now! A tight white sleeveless t-shirt seems to glow in the dark room. A glimpse of a near perfect navel on a tight, flat stomach teases the eye as her shirt moves up and down with her ever so cautious movements. Her breathing, ever so nervous and labored, causes her breasts to rise and fall against the taught shirt. Two erect nipples betray Kitten’s caution as they advertise their level of excitement.

As Lurker regains his composure, he tries to imagine how good that shapely, smooth neck is going to look when adorned with a leather collar.

Now he can only hope that Kitten’s curiosity proves to be her downfall. An inquisitive yet uncertain ‘meow’ breaks the silence. Kitten walks further inside, sensing that there’s something up and yet unable to put her finger on exactly what it might be. Suddenly, a movement catches her eye, but it disappears quickly. It looked like something metal dangling from the wall, which caught the sun for just a moment in its reflection. Curious, she wandered over for a closer look.

Having reached the wall, and the object of her interest, which appeared to be a shackle of some sort, she reached out to touch it, fascinated by the smooth metal. That’s when she saw him standing in the corner, looking like a lion awaiting his prey. None of his features were clearly visible, except for the determined glint in his eye… and that glint made her body tremble with fear and an odd sense of excitement.

Her first reaction was to get away though… so she started running.

Kitten’s brain said, “Run”, but before her body could fully react, the heavy door slammed shut. The trap was sprung! Almost simultaneously, she felt the firm grip of a large, leather clad hand encircle the wrist of her still outstretched hand.

Lurker’s heart began to race as he felt Kitten’s surprisingly strong body begin a futile attempt to wrest itself from the firm grasp he had on her arm. As she turned to face him, he felt the stinging sensation of the long red nails of her free hand scratching across his powerful bare chest. Chuckling to himself and remembering that old expression about catching a tiger by the tail, he thought, “Hmmm, this one has a strong will. This should prove interesting.” The burning of the claw marks across his chest brought him back to the reality of the situation- that he now held a veritable wildcat by the arm.

Thinking that he needed to soothe this savage beast that had been unleashed before him, he began to speak. “My, my, my, what have we here? Looks like the kitten’s curiosity might levent escort have gotten the best of her this time.” “Relax, my little beauty”, he said as he stared into her eyes, eyes that seemed to be a virtual window into the inferno of her inner self.

As the struggle continued, Lurker was somehow able to restrain the arm in his grasp with the cold metal shackle, the very one that had only minutes before piqued Kitten’s interest and set this drama into motion. Momentarily retreating to regain his composure, Lurker took a moment to light some candles and began to assess his ‘visitor’.

As Kitten struggled against the cold steel of the shackle, Lurker was impressed by the muscle tone in her supple body. Kitten’s exposed arms and face began to glisten in the flickering candlelight, no doubt due to a heavy sweat brought on by her struggle and the adrenaline that it was causing to pump through her veins. Kitten’s previously erect nipples had now reached a new level of excitement, pressing up against the thin fabric of her now sweat soaked cotton tee shirt. While there had been many in this very position before her, this time somehow seemed different. A smile started to appear on Lurker’s face.

As Kitten’s eyes began to adjust to the dim light of the distant candles, she too began to assess her predicament. She struggled against the restraint, attempting anything to get free- from jerking on the shackle to sliding her hand through the opening. Nothing worked. Her heartbeat was racing and she could feel the adrenaline surging through her body, making every nerve ending alive. Breaths coming faster and faster until they were coming in short, panicky gasps. Tears were welling in her eyes, and she knew fear was clearly showing on her face.

She hated that. She hated fear. It only served to make her captor think that he had won a prize or that he was in control- and that she could never give. She would never give in. She watched as he lit candles, and as he turned to assess her she once again regained control over her bearing.

Her fingers hurt from the scratch marks she left on his bare chest, and she could feel his skin under her nails. At this, her lips twitched with a self-satisfied smirk knowing that it must have stung like fury, if only momentarily. Then, setting her mouth with a steely determination and bringing her body to its full height, she squared her shoulders back, confident. Eyes cold and fixated on his every movement. Silently watching, and doing some assessing of her own.

He looked like he was ready for a long day. Comfortable, determined, yet relaxed. She could tell from his manner that he thought he had hours, if not days, to feed his hunger. A hunger she could only guess at. A hunger that made her body course once again with a tremendous amount of fear… and something that felt oddly like excitement.

Her nipples were hardened peaks beneath her t-shirt, and she could feel the beginning tingling of something moist between her thighs. It was with that last realization that her body began to tremble and she knew she was in trouble. In more ways than one.

Her eyes took the briefest of moments to dart around the large expanse of black, praying that there might be someone, or something, waiting, watching in the shadows to help her. Her body shaking, green eyes riveted back to his when she heard the first of his footsteps start to approach.

Lurker carefully studied the situation unfolding before him. The image of this beautiful woman caused his heart to pound, his mind to race and had unleashed a rage of hormones throughout his body, the effects of which were evidenced by an ever-growing bulge in the crotch of his pants. He wanted this, in a bad way.

He began to take a few steps towards her. Something caused him to pause, an inconsistency in her actions. Somehow, this time really was different. Lurker’s mind was a raging turmoil. He had to get himself composed. His worst fear was to display any outward sign of weakness or doubt.

Clearly, she was his for the taking, but that was not Lurker’s game. He had long cihangir escort passed the point where any type of forced physical encounters interested him. His was not about taking control; rather his was about setting the stage in such a way that control was given to him.

Wanting his pause to seem intentional, he changed direction slightly and proceeded to a large rack of electronic equipment. He powered on the system and returned to his previous position.

As ‘Puddle of Mudd’ rang out in the background, Lurker resumed his studies. Kitten’s face displayed a mixture of terror and rage, but her body betrayed her. Her sweat soaked shirt, now nearly transparent, gave him a perfect view of two very full breasts, topped by a pair of thick, erect and very obviously excited nipples. Her hips moved in a way that suggested anticipation deep within her womanhood, a natural response to the wetness and heat that he could only imagine was building inside. Yes, Kitten’s body confirmed Lurker’s suspicions.

He approached her, this time with confidence and authority in his step. He had to remember to control his breathing, to avoid the natural tendency to fall into rhythm with her irregular, gasping efforts. Starting to speak as the gap between their bodies narrowed, “There, there, it’s okay my sweet little kitten. It’s time to relax and go with the flow. You might not be willing to admit it, but listen to your body. You know that you want this to happen.”

As the last words faded into the music, Lurker’s powerful right hand surged forward and seized Kitten’s still free left hand. Pushing the arm over her head and against the wall, he pressed his body against hers. He could now feel her every breath against his neck. In a raspy voice, he said, “You want this as bad as I do, you’re just not yet willing to admit it.”

Without warning, Kitten’s right leg moved quickly. Instantly, the instep of Lurker’s left foot began to burn. He realized that she had stomped on him with the long, spikish heel of her boot. Clenching his teeth in a desperate attempt to quell his emotions and pain, Lurker secured the wrist squirming in his grasp to the wall-mounted shackle.

Laughing to disguise his pain, he commented on her spirit. “Resist all you want, for now. Soon you’ll come to the reality that destiny led us both to this moment.”

He turned his back to her and went to a rack on the other side the dark room. As he returned, Kitten could see that he held a long, slender bar. A look of fear came over her face anew. Coming closer into view, it was an object totally unfamiliar to her. A long metal bar, about three feet long, with what appeared to be stout leather cuff on each end. She would soon learn that this was a spreader bar.

Aware now of the danger represented by Kitten’s as yet restrained feet, Lurker slid his hand down her lithe, toned right thigh, over a delicate knee, slowly over a shapely yet muscular calf, stopping only when he had a bear trap grip on her ankle. Her flailing was to no avail; her ankle was captive in his strong grip. Soon, the cuff of the spreader bar was strapped tightly around her ankle. Temporarily ignoring her actions and words, for fear of losing his concentration, he quickly moved to her remaining free ankle. After a brief struggle, it too was under his control. As a final step, a short chain was attached between each end of the bar and two stout hooks in the floor.

As Lurker stepped back to admire a now fully restrained Kitten, he was equally pleased to see a different expression starting to appear on her face.

The fight had gone out of her. Her last desperate attempt at freedom had failed, and had gotten her fully restrained as a result of her efforts. Or was that his plan all along? She wasn’t sure. What she was sure about was that the fear was slowly fading, slowly being replaced by something deeper, more powerful, and more demonic. Lust. Pure lust- and it was taking her over.

She should have known it would happen, this thing, this transformation. A part of her she rarely let out, usually kept buried and hidden. feriköy escort She was always afraid that if she let it out, it would gain control of her fully, forever, and she’d walk the earth dominating and controlling the circumstances surrounding her. But not this time. This time there was no fear, she would control him. He just didn’t know it yet.

As the music filled the air, she had felt it begin, the lust grabbing hold of her spirit, but she had still fought. A part of Kitten still in her, not willing to give in. Still controlled by fear. But as the spreader bar went on, and her legs were forced apart, the floodgates opened, and her panties were soaked, a rush of wet exiting her body. It did her in. She was more than ready… she was panting. Wanting. Fear left her, Kitten left her, and she let lust take her over.

Her body started vibrating as she watched him walk away from her. Her eyes darkening, her every nerve alive, not with fear this time, but with a demented hunger that she would feed. It felt like 1000 volts of electricity were coursing through her, and she knew without a doubt that some of that energy needed to be let out. The only way to let it out was to push him past the point of his control, and make him come to her. To take her. She needed that. So she kept watching, waiting for any sign of weakness to prey on.

His body was covered with a sheen of sweat, she noticed. It was hard, rigid, controlled. Was it her imagination, or was he having trouble controlling his breathing? No. Not her imagination. Nor was the thick bulge in his pants. He wanted her, she knew, and that’s where she found her power- and his weakness.

Taking advantage of his barely restrained want of her, she whispered, “I know you want me. I can tell.” An evil smile curved the corners of her lips as she watched his shoulders stiffen. His eyes dark. “I’m right here. What are you waiting for? Come take me… I’m so wet for you. So hot. I need you. Look at me. Look at my eyes- they’re not lying.”

Eyes were the windows into the soul. She knew that if he looked deep enough he’d see the lust inside of her, and it would push him even further past his bearing. It would make him want her more than he did. And she wanted that. She needed him to lose control. One final action to push her completely over the edge…

Capturing his eyes and holding them locked with hers, she let him know how much she wanted him- and it was enough to push him just past reason. Just a bit past his control.

Lurker wasn’t sure what was going on. He had believed that he had control over her just moments before, but now he wasn’t sure. There was something different about her reactions to what was happening. Something erotic, sexy… hungry. He wanted her. His body, his cock now fully hard, was sweating, attempting to push him past his sanity. He needed to touch her. When she spoke, telling him to look into her eyes, he gave into his desires. Rushing forward, he slammed his mouth over hers and devoured it in a hot, tumultuous kiss. His tongue playing a dancing game with hers, tasting her sweetness- tasting lust.

He felt as through he was being drugged. As though he had no power over his own body. He was losing command of it, giving into his desires. That wasn’t like him, and yet he was unable to stop himself. Lifting his mouth off of hers and moving down to her neck, he heard her whisper again. “I’m so HOT. Help me.”

Standing back, just enough to grab the end of her t-shirt, he let out a growl and ripped the t-shirt down the middle, exposing her breasts. Her nipples protruding, begging for attention. Leaning in, he placed his mouth over one and sucked hard.

Kitten threw her head back and rested it against the wall, enjoying the feel of Lurker sucking at her breast. This was enough, she thought. And she let some of the electricity flow from her veins and gave into the heat that was consuming her body. In a blinding volcanic eruption, in an act of pure lust and enjoyment, she came. Shattering and shaking beneath his mouth. It left her gasping.

Lurker lifted his mouth from her breast, shocked by what had just happened. His very core trembling. He needed to get himself under control! He needed space. Jerking away from her, he went over to the table, putting his fists on top and closing his eyes. Her voice taunting him.

“You may think you are in control. You may think you can dominate me. But what you don’t know… is that you’ve met your match.”

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It was obvious to him from the start that Kat was dominant. She was very attractive, with the athletic appearance of the kind you see in photos of women’s track and field events. When Kat first saw Rick at the bookstore she decided that he was the kind of guy she wanted. She noticed him frequently looking at her, and after a while she came over to him with a friendly smile and asked if he would take a look at her laptop computer to determine why it was not working well. Flustered by the unexpected attention, he blushed and stammered that he would be glad to. She said it was in her car, and they could look at it there.

He followed her out of the bookstore. She was rather tall in her heels, and her long stride was that of a very self-assured woman.

“I can’t wait to get out of these hose and heels,” she said as she unlocked her car. “Tell you what — instead of sitting here in the heat, let’s take my laptop into the snack bar and you can look at it in there.”

Kat ordered dessert and coffee for both of them while the machine rebooted, and she made a point of looking directly at him with probing eyes and smiling sexily while he investigated her complaint that the computer was running slowly. He was fascinated that her computer desktop wallpaper image consisted of a collage of various bondage and discipline items — a cat-o-nine-tails, a wooden paddle, a riding crop, and even an enema bag, for heaven’s sake!

While he worked, Kat asked him a myriad of questions and found out his situation — that he was basically available and submissive. She also employed some techniques to determine how desperate he was for sex. After he finished correcting a few things and showed her that her laptop ran faster, she thanked him profusely and then became more direct with him.

She lowered her voice almost to a whisper, leaned forward, and grasped his hand. She knew that he liked her attention. She thrust one leg forward until it made contact with his.

“I’m going to take a risk and be rather direct,” she said. “I think we would get along well in bed.” She waited for his look of surprise and eagerness, and continued. “I’ve got to warn you, though. I’m dominant, and I’m kinky. If you’re interested, I’ll say more.” She drew back and dispassionately waited for the answer she knew was forthcoming.

He assured her that he would like to hear more, and she drew near again. “I have a very high-stress job — lots of frustrations. I took the day off today to recover and get away from it. I’m not available for play during the week, so when the weekend comes, I’m ready to make up for it. I let my hair down and my inhibitions out.” Kat was sure that her new friend had an erection that pressed against the confines of his pants, and continued. “I’ll give you a good hard spanking, then a nice big enema or two. After that, I’ll have my way with you, in several different ways, till you beg for mercy.”

Kat giggled.

“Look at the time,” she exclaimed. “I’ve got to get home and out of these clothes. Here’s my phone number — call me tomorrow if you want a new experience this weekend.” Then, with a sexy giggle as she talked, she instructed him, “Don’t take matters into your own hand, now. I want you to save up every drop for the weekend.” She reached under the table and put her hand on his crotch, felt the hardness there, and giggled again. “He’ll be busy this weekend. Bye now.” Then she got up and left.

Kat got the expected phone call the next day, and told him to meet her for a light dinner at a restaurant close to her place on Friday evening.

During dinner she teased him, subtly suggesting that if he went along with her plans she was insatiable for sex. By the end of the meal he was totally submissive to her, and she gave him directions to her house.

The first thing she had him do when he was at her place was to strip totally. She watched as he removed his clothes, and smiled at his slight mental discomfort as his erect cock protruded straight out. Kat, of course, remained fully dressed.

“Let’s go to my bedroom,” she instructed, and led the way. Once in her room, she turned around and lightly fingered his cock for a few moments. His breathing deepened as did his desperation.

“How about a spanking,” she sexily whispered, knowing that a submissive male is more than willing to offer his ass to an attractive woman.

“Yes.. Yes ma’am,” he quavered.

She pointed to a firm cylindrical pillow on the floor. “Pick that up, put it on the edge of the bed, and bend over it with your feet on the floor,” she commanded. He scrambled to do as she told. When he was positioned, she added, “Arms stretched out in front!”

He instantly complied, and Kat continued. “Now you are presented for the paddle. Whenever I tell you to present yourself for the paddle, this is what you do. Always. And if you are dressed, you pull your pants down enough to bare your bottom.” She leisurely fetched a hardwood paddle and began.

He exclaimed loudly with each hard swat. The beyoğlu escort paddle always hurts more than expected. When he kicked his legs, she admonished him to keep still. Twenty hard swats she gave before she stopped. She lightly touched his blazing bottom and ran her fingertips all around. “Nice and red,” she commented. She continued the soft caresses until he started to softly moan with pleasure at her touch. “I’d like to give you an enema,” she sensuously whispered. “Would you like Nurse Kat to give you a nice, warm, sudsy enema?” She continued her touching.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Well, tell me that you want it!”

“N-Nurse Kat,” he stammered, “Please give me an enema.”

“A nice warm, sudsy enema?”

“Yes, please! A warm sudsy enema!”

“Okay, I’m going to fix a warm, soapsuds, two quart enema! Then you’re going to offer your ass to me and I’ll stick the nozzle in. You will take every last drop and hold it until I tell you to get rid of it. You’ll feel so full, but you’ll stay holding it. (giggle) Will you do that for Nurse Kat?”

“Oh, yes!”

“Good. Stay right there while I fix it.”

Kat prepared a two quart soapsuds enema and called him into the bathroom. She had him kneel on the floor with his head down. After teasing him to a desperately erect state, she inserted the large nozzle and started the flow. His intense arousal assured his cooperation with Kat. The fluttering in his tummy that he felt in anticipation turned to a distressing fullness as the liquid inexorably intruded. Kat reduced the flow rate, though she never stopped the enema. She took sensuous delight in her charge’s utterances of distress. After the enema was completely inside him, Kat left the nozzle in place while she made sure he retained it for the requisite five minutes.

He moaned and exclaimed from the fullness and the occasional cramping. Kat spoke reassuringly to him while she fingered his cock. At long last, she let him get up to expel, and told him to clean up in the shower afterward. While he did so, she had ample time to prepare for the next step.

When he entered the bedroom after getting cleaned up, he was treated to a breathtaking sight — Kat was lying on the bed, totally naked, her legs partially spread, her hair down. His hungry eyes took in the beauty of the scene – her firm, smooth legs, her inviting thighs, her sensuous pubic hair, her firm abdomen and breasts, and finally, her bright smile.

Kat placed her hands behind her head as she lay there. “Do me with your mouth,” she softly said in a near whisper. “I want to see if you’re any good at eating pussy.”

He eagerly tasted her nectar and in the course of twenty minutes, gave her two orgasms. When she calmed down from her orgasmic crests, she told him, “You may enter me now.”

He savored the moment he had waited for — Kat guided his throbbing member toward her womanhood, and he easily slid inside. She put her arms around him and smiled. “Easy now,” she whispered soothingly, “I love the feel of your cock in me. I want to feel it for a while before you come. Build up slowly, so that every part of your body will feel it when you climax.”

Kat puckered her lips, and he moved in for sensuous kisses as he slowly pumped.

“Oh, and one more thing,” she casually stated. “I told you I was kinky. Every time you come inside me, you must use your mouth on my pussy afterward, and suck me clean. Every time.”

Kat saw the confused desperation in his eyes as he comprehended what she had just told him. She knew that she was no doubt providing the best sex he had ever had, and now she imposed a condition on his getting the relief that he so eagerly craved.

She subtly moved under him, smiled sexily and asked, “Yes?”

His nuts ached for her, especially since he was experiencing a session that a lot of guys would envy. He thought of Kat’s attentions, her beautiful legs and pussy, and his fervent desire to spurt inside her. With a tone of resignation, he whispered, “Yes.”

Kat smiled, placed her hands behind her head, and started to sing a melody without words.

He steadily pumped. A massive ejaculation built up steadily as he plowed and she sang. Her wordless voice seemed to originate from her midsection, and stimulated him further. A moment later, the stimulation was too much for him, and he yielded to the inevitable. Spurt after spurt shot from his cock into Kat’s womanhood as he thrashed about in orgasmic ecstasy.

Kat placed her arms around him and held him inside her for a few moments. Then she grasped his hips and withdrew him. “Okay,” she whispered, and spread her legs slightly. He had some hesitation at first when he saw the translucent white creamy substance oozing from Kat’s attractive womanhood. He brought his resolution to the fore and performed his committed task. Afterward, he reasoned that it was worth it. Kat’s reaction to his oral attention was nothing short of phenomenal. She twisted her hips, she merter escort pounded the bed with her fists, she exclaimed with open-mouthed moans. And, she climaxed hard.

“That was wonderful,” she coarsely whispered. “Let’s get some sleep.” They both slept hard for several hours.

He awoke to the familiar sensation of an early morning erection, and saw Kat smiling at him. She grasped his erection and teased it for a few moments and said, “First, it’s an enema for you. Then we’ll have breakfast and get back to having fun.”

She had him take more than two quarts of enema this time, warm and sudsy, and greatly enjoyed his reaction while he retained it. After a leisurely breakfast, they were back in the bedroom, Kat fully dressed, and her charge completely naked.

“When I tell you to prepare yourself for the strap or the cane, I want you to put the bolster pillow in the center of the bed, and lie face down on top of it with your hips raised. I’m going to give you a good strapping. Prepare yourself.”

Kat retrieved a leather strap, and proceeded to thoroughly redden his nether cheeks. She delighted in his urgent shouts as she delivered stroke after stroke of the leather instrument.

When she stopped, she removed her clothes and donned a strap-on harness with its flexible probe. Then she snapped on a disposable glove.

“Have you ever been taken with a strap-on?” she asked.

“No ma’am.”

Kat giggled. “Turn that pillow around and get on top of it face down so I have good access to you,” she commanded while she retrieved a jar of lubricant. He turned the bolster pillow so that he lay on it lengthwise with his hips and midsection raised.

She generously lubricated his nether portal, and did the same to her probe. When he felt Kat’s strong hands grasp his hips in preparation for entry, he knew without a doubt that however fast, deep, or hard she wanted the probe to go, it would do exactly that. She went slowly at first, getting him accustomed to the intrusion. Her strong hips then fucked him harder and faster. His exclamations intensified her arousal, and she frequently giggled while subjecting him to a strenuous fucking.

“Oh, that felt good!” Kat exclaimed when she pulled out and removed her harness.

Kat had him turn over. She teased his erection for about an hour, and then whispered, “Fuck me. Remember what I told you about sucking me clean afterward.” Then she lay back in a submissively enticing manner. He wasted no time entering Kat’s creamy womanhood. After less than a minute of deep pumping, he profusely erupted inside her. A few minutes later she loudly moaned as he applied his mouth to her freshly sexed pussy. After her whole body shook with her orgasm, they cuddled and rested for a while.

Twice more that day she had him apply his mouth to her pussy without affording him any relief. That evening, she mercilessly teased his cock over an extended time before going to sleep.

Twice during the night she woke him up by fingering his cock, and had him fuck her, followed by his giving her a raucous orgasm when he performed his cleanup duties.

They both slept through much of the following morning, after which she gave him a three quart enema followed by a severe caning. She instructed him to present himself as he did for the strap. As she briskly wielded the cane, he shouted while he pumped and jerked his hips, something that she found arousing. When she took him with her strap-on afterward, she fucked well past the point of his begging her to stop. His cries of, “Oh, Kat! Please! Please stop! Please stop!” served to bring her to a full body orgasm. Only then did she pull out.

As they lay cuddling on the bed afterward, Kat told him how she received her training in being dominant.

“I’ve been on the receiving end of everything that I do,” she began. “When I realized that I was dominant and needed to relieve my workday frustrations on a man’s bottom, I wanted to be sure to know how to do it right, so I enlisted the help of another woman. At first I thought she was just going to show me how to do it. But she insisted that I should go through everything that she did to her boyfriend so I’d know how it felt. At first I did watch for several sessions. Everything, including the enemas, and her boyfriend fucking her. She had the same rule that I have – everything he put into her pussy, he had to clean out with his mouth. That’s so sexy!”

She grasped his cock and fingered it as she talked.

“After several sessions she put me through the paces. She gave me enemas and spankings, and took me with the strapon — in the tail end. She even had her boyfriend fuck her, and then had me clean her pussy once. (Giggle) That was something!”

Kat felt Rick’s erection hardening.

“I see that this excites you. (Giggle) After that, she had me practice on her boyfriend. I gave all kinds of enemas, spankings, and other domination things. I took him with the strapon several güngören escort times. The only thing he didn’t do is fuck me.”

Kat maneuvered so that she was on top of him, and inserted his now hard cock in her womanhood. She smiled and slowly pumped her hips.

“Are you going to come back next weekend?” she asked.

“Ahhhh! Yes!”

Kat kept up her inexorable pumping.

“I want you to not do yourself by hand more than once this coming week. Save the rest for the weekend. You want to put all that in my pussy, don’t you? (Giggle)”

“Unhh! Yes!”

“Are you getting ready to cum? You gonna cum? You gonna cum?”

“Ahhh! Oh God, Kat! Uhh! Uhh! Unhh!”

Kat drained every drop from his reserve, and then lay back while he extracted what he had put in. She experienced a body-shaking orgasm. When they got dressed, she gave him a long, passionate kiss, and sent him home.

During the week Rick had frequent erections just thinking about Kat and the wild weekend. The idea of her giving him enemas excited him, and even the spankings that are so hard to endure when they are happening served to whet his arousal. When he recalled her gorgeous thighs and pussy, and spurting wildly inside her, it took all his resolve to resist taking matters into his own hand. Midway through the week he did allow himself the one time that Kat permitted. Although he still had some reservations about sucking on Kat’s delicious pussy after ejaculating inside her, he admitted to himself that her excited eyes, plus the sight of their combined juices oozing from her freshly sexed pussy almost made it worth it.

Kat frequently jilled herself just before sleep, thinking about the weekend and making plans for the coming session. The relief she got from jilling herself paled in comparison to the rush of arousal from dominating, followed by her sweet orgasms when a guy sucks on her pussy after pumping it full of his cream.

Rick came over that Friday afternoon as planned, and Kat immediately began by ordering him out of his clothes. She set the tone of the weekend by administering a lengthy strapping and gave him a large enema. Later as he lay on the bed with his legs spread and a healthy erection pointing skyward, she alternately teased his erection and flicked her finger against his balls, sometimes softly, most of the time hard enough to make him exclaim. Her sexy giggle alternated with his sometimes anguished shouts.

She brusquely took him with her strap-on, and then they went to bed. She turned out the light and prepared to go to sleep. Rick, for his part, whispered his entreaties. “Please, Kat! Please!” She pretended to ignore him for a while, then turned on the light. She got on her back and spread her legs and told him to kneel between her knees. Then she grasped his member and quickly jerked him off, aiming so that he spurted on the inside of her thigh. She then ordered him to clean the spunk with his mouth. After that, she had him lick her pussy until she climaxed. They both slept after that.

The next morning Kat gave him another large soapsuds enema. After a brisk caning in which he wildly pumped his hips with each stroke, she placed the cane on the nightstand for later use instead of putting it away.

Kat was practically insatiable when she gave him a good working over with her strap-on. Rick’s shouts as she plunged and pounded, served to arouse her to a degree that surprised her.

Afterward, she tied his hands against his sides, had him turn over face up, and straddled his midsection. She inserted his cock into her juicy womanhood and, over the next forty minutes, slowly pumped, with many pauses, to the accompaniment of his desperate and aroused moans. At one point she told him. “This is how I like to be made love to — nice and long, and slowly when necessary. Not all frenzied and over in a flash.” When she was ready for him to spurt the massive load that built up with all the activity thus far, she pumped slightly faster, and did not stop until he ecstatically cried out her name in his ejaculatory convulsions.

Kat giggled, and kept his cock inside her as long as she could. When it slipped out, she said, “Ready for dessert?” and straddled his mouth. As he kissed and sucked on her well creamed womanhood, Kat rode his face and experienced several orgasms.

She untied him, pumped a generous serving of lubricant inside his nether portal, and inserted a self-retaining butt plug. They got dressed and went out for a leisurely meal.

The constant sensation of fullness from the butt plug while being around Kat heightened Rick’s surrender to her. “I want you to wear that butt plug three or four hours a day,” Kat instructed. “Give yourself a couple of enemas in the middle of the week. And NO sexual relief!”

Kat knew that it was not wise to keep her new friend in constant denial of pleasure, so she decided to give him some motivation to return and to obey her instructions when he was away. Back at Kat’s that evening after dinner, she teased his erection until it seeped. Then she told him, “Tonight you can fuck me as much as you want to. If I’m asleep and you want me, just wake me up and I’ll let you in. My pussy rule still stands, though — you give me pleasure with your mouth after you squirt. And remember what I told you this morning about how I like to make love.”

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(This is a continuation of a previous story, where June – a 1950s housewife – caught a young neighbor watching her pleasure herself upon a washing machine.)

*

She hung the laundry to dry. Went around to the front of the house, opened the gate in the white picket fence and began walking down the tree-lined street.

A few minutes later, June was knocking on her neighbor’s door. After a moment, Monica answered.

“Hello Monica.”

“Oh June, do come in. May I get you some tea?”

“Oh, that’s too kind of you. But I’ve actually come to see Jeremy. I was wondering if I could borrow him for a moment. My husband is at work and I need a strong young man to help me lift some boxes into the attic.”

Monica turned to the interior of the house, “JEREMY!” she bellowed. Not hearing a response, she called again.

From inside the house, a young man yelled back, “Whaddya want?!”

Jeremy Stevens was eighteen. A bit of a pushover at James Madison High School, he was the frequent target of bigger bullies. He had never kissed a girl and didn’t play sports. He came bouncing down the stairs, a flushed look on his face. “Ma, I’m busy –”

He stopped midway down the stairs when he saw June.

“What is she doing here?” It was more accusation than question.

June thought she heard a note of panic in his voice and he seemed somewhat out of breath.

Monica waved a finger at her son, “Manners, Jeremy! You’re going to apologize to Mrs. etiler escort Smith for being so impolite and then you are going to go help her lift some boxes into her attic.”

“But…but…I can’t! I’ve got homework to do!” The words fumbled out of him.

“It’s been summer vacation for the last two weeks. You don’t have any homework.” Monica looked at June and sighed, “I’m so sorry, June, I just don’t know what’s gotten into him.”

“It’s OK,” June said.

“Yeah, ma — it’s OK.”

“No, no it’s not. You will apologize to Mrs. Smith. You will go and help her. And when you return, you and I might have to have one of our special conversations.”

“BUT MA!”

“Would you like for us to have that conversation here in front of Mrs. Smith?”

Silence.

“And don’t think I wouldn’t do it young man. You may be going to college in the fall but I AM still your mother. ” There was steel in her voice.

More silence. Monica shrugged, “Ok — go get my hairbru –“

“No! No! I’m sorry Mrs. Smith.” The boy took a deep breath. “Let’s go.”

They walked in silence the two blocks to the Smith house. In the backyard, laundry hung drying over the clothesline. June looked down and realized that the fly to Jeremy’s pants had been unzipped since he came down from his bedroom. Neither she nor his mom had noticed it before.

Once inside June locked the front door.

Jeremy looked around hopefully, bağcılar escort “Where’s the boxes?

“You were spying on my this morning, Jeremy.”

The young man looked away from June. “No, no I wasn’t. That was somebody else.”

“No, Jeremy, that was you. I saw you in the window. You were looking in our basement window. You were looking at…” June slapped him. Hard. The sudden anger surprised her and she slapped him again. Then she began pounding her small fists against his chest.

“Stop! Stop! Mrs. Smith! I’m sorry — I didn’t want to see you, but I did and then I couldn’t not look and I’m real sorry and don’t tell my mom!! Stop, please!” The teenager, being slightly larger than June pushed the small woman away.

His words continued to come out in a torrent, “Don’t tell my mom about it. I’m already in trouble ’cause I what I said and I’m gonna get it when I get home. She’d kill me if she knew. Especially since you were…you know.” He stopped. He looked at June. He saw her on the washing machine. Naked. Wanton. Legs spread. Fingering herself.

June blushed. “What’s your mother going to do to you, Jeremy?”

He looked at the floor. The grandfather clock in the hall began to strike noon.

“Tell me. The phone is right over there. I’ll call her right now.”

Jeremy looked up. “You can’t. Cause then you’d have to tell her what you were doing.”

“No, Jeremy. No I won’t have topkapı escort to. You see, I don’t have to tell her about the spying. I’ll just let your mother know l caught you taking a pair of my underwear and one of my brassieres off of the line in the basement. That you were down there getting the boxes and I came down and caught you.”

He was beaten and he knew it.

“So what is your mother going to do to you?”

“She’s going to spank me. Probably. That’s what one of her ‘special conversations’ means.”

“Will it be on your bare bottom?” June thought of her husband removing her nightgown that morning for her own punishment.

“Yes.”

“Will she use her hand? Or something else?”

“Dunno. Depends upon how mad she is. Probably her hand – maybe her hairbrush.”

It was then June noticed the young man’s erection pushing the white of his underwear through the open fly. A horrible thought came to her about what Jeremy had been doing when she showed up at his house. About who and what he had been thinking about.

She knew then what she had to do. She had known it at some level when she cleaned herself up, dressed and hung the laundry on the line. She had known when she had lied to Monica about the nonexistent boxes.

“Come with me.” Taking Jeremy by the hand, she led the quaking youth into the master bedroom.

She pulled his pants down. Lifted his underwear over his erect penis and pulled it down his thighs. She then picked up her husband’s belt.

“But…”

“Shhhhhh….”

Doubling up the belt in her hand, June felt more than a little trepidation.

“Bend over Jeremy.”

END

Epilogue:

That night, June’s husband came out of the bedroom. He held the belt in his hand. “Little One, why was this on the table next to your bed?”

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Dedicated to the classy and sensual Jennifer Midnight, the sexiest author on Lit, the only one I know whose every story has received the respected “H”, for Hot, by the readers.

This story is designed to entice her to end her self-imposed retirement.

*

Her assistant’s voice crackled through the intercom into Jennifer’s plush office. “Ms. Midnight, your two o’clock appointment is here.”

Jennifer sat up, somewhat startled, removed the impeccably manicured finger from her lap where she had been leisurely stroking her already saturated and panty-free pussy, and pushed the button on her phone so that their conversation would not be on speaker. “Lisa, please pick up.” Jen had blocked off the next hour for a long-awaited private, international phone call and she certainly was not expecting any visitors, never mind an ‘appointment’.

Jen saw the light that indicated that Lisa had picked up the receiver, and despite the fact that no one else could now hear her, Jennifer whispered into the mouthpiece. “There must be some mistake, Leese, I’m not expecting anyone. In fact, my schedule was blocked off for an hour from two to three for my, um, conference call, remember?”

The unexpected visitor stood in the outer office in front of Lisa with two roses, one of which he had already given to Lisa as an incentive of sorts to garner Lisa’s assistance so that he could have a personal conclave with the elusive Ms. Midnight. He had decided that their mutually arranged two o’clock phone call would be much more productive as a ‘face-to-face’ meeting, so he had booked himself on a morning flight from Philadelphia to Montreal without telling Jennifer. He wanted to test Jennifer’s spontaneity and ability to adapt to surprise changes in plans.

But mostly, he wanted to test Jennifer’s indomitable willpower.

Lisa tried not to look at the handsome, cultured stranger in his charcoal-gray suit, as she held the rose with one hand and she cradled the phone with the other. His piercing green eyes smiled down at Lisa with a knowing, confident twinkle, and Lisa squirmed a bit in her swivel chair as she felt her own panties become a bit moist. Always looking out for her boss’ best interest, Lisa felt it would be more than beneficial for her boss to grant this particular man a personal audience. If not, well then, Lisa just might have to conduct a personal interview of her own.

Lisa didn’t even bother to whisper as the man stood mere inches away from her and could have heard every word anyway. “Uh, Jen, he says he flew up from Philadelphia to see you in lieu of your scheduled phone call. He wouldn’t give me a name, he said you’ll know.”

The blood ran simultaneously, in different directions, some north to flush Jennifer’s face and chest, and the rest south to send an immediate and unmistakable tingle to her already stimulated pussy. She gasped audibly. “No, it couldn’t be. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. Oh, fuck, oh, Jesus Christ.” She stood up quickly, smoothed her slightly wrinkled miniskirt, the one that he had asked her to wear for their phone call, the one that was about two inches shorter and one size tighter than she would normally wear to the office.

Jen had bought the wardrobe specifically for the occasion, but the occasion was SUPPOSED to be a mid-afternoon phone call, an hour of phone sex as a mutual respite with her long-time electronic and telephonic cyber-lover. Her elegant pinstriped, midnight-black business suit, with matching blazer, was augmented by a tasteful but sexy button-down silk lavender blouse. Beneath the blouse Jen wore a lavender lace half-cup bra to match the blouse, and Jen’s magnificent and sensitive nipples had rubbed and danced against the light fabric all day, keeping her nipples in a constant state of arousal.

The best secret, though, was below her fabulous skirt. A sleek, sheer thigh-high and garter belt set with ebony-laced back seams, and a sequin, embroidered crotchless butterfly thong that was essentially transparent, Jen’s glimmering labia having already produced little puddles of excitement numerous times throughout the day already. Of course, the obligatory three-inch black patent leather stilettos from Emilio Pucci punctuated the attire consummately.

Professional and polished on the exterior surface with just a hint of provocation, but provided with the proper intellectual stimulation and emotional connection, a cosmopolitan wanna-be slut under the dark cloak of mystique. That was the essence of the dichotomy that was Jennifer Midnight’s perpetual skirmish between loving mom and successful businesswoman, and a discerning, yet discriminately promiscuous sexual being.

Jennifer took a few deep breaths, composing herself slightly, and tried to sound assertive as she once again pushed the speaker button so that the visitor could also hear. She didn’t realize that the listeners in the outer office could detect a tremble in her voice as she said, “Please let him in, Lisa, thank you. And see that we won’t be disturbed çapa escort for the next hour.”

He entered and shut the door behind him, locking it, to emphasize the intimate nature of their impromptu meeting. They faced each other and Jennifer felt the goose bumps rise on her flesh and tried to ignore the small burst of humidity that she felt rising between in the hot gash between her long legs. She felt a need to set the tone immediately, as much to convince herself more than anything.

“I’m not going to fuck you, I’ve told you that.” Somewhere, Pinocchio clucked his tongue and rubbed his nose in disbelief.

He walked past her, chuckling quietly at her opening salvo, and sat on the couch in her office, opening his leather satchel. “Of course you won’t, Ms. Midnight. You’ve made that very clear. After all, you’re married.” She stared at him, he was so confident, almost glib, and she still couldn’t fucking believe he was actually HERE. He continued, snapping open the briefcase. “Nor shall I fuck you, that is not the nature of my visit, that is not why I flew here just to finally see you in person. And, may I say, you are truly stunning, it’s not that I don’t WANT to fuck you.”

Jennifer shifted her weight on her heels, why did it feel like the St .Lawrence River was cresting in her cunt?

He removed his suit jacket and eyed her up and down. “I see you wore the outfit we discussed, it is quite beautiful.”

High tide beneath her thong.

“YOU are quite beautiful.”

Flood-level warnings.

He went on. “I perfectly realize, and accept, that you are not GOING to fuck me.”

Where are those fucking sandbags to stop the surge?

“But that is a big, big difference from not WANTING to fuck me, isn’t it, Jennifer?”

Full breach of the levees, mandatory evacuation.

“Take off your blazer,” he said calmly, almost disinterested.

Perspiration began to form on Jen’s brow now, but nowhere near the tidal wave in her southern regions. She removed the jacket and hung it over the back of her leather chair.

“Splendid, now the blouse.” His demands were almost matter-of-fact, as if it were a foregone conclusion that she would acquiesce to his every command. She hesitated.

“One button at a time, please, slowly.” He reached into his case, turning his eyes from her as if he were emotionally disenfranchised from the show he was orchestrating.

His smooth, deep voice served to almost hypnotize Jen, and she felt as if she were a third-party looking down upon herself in a dream-like trance as she found herself unbuttoning the small fasteners on her silk blouse. He didn’t even look up as he ordered softly, “Don’t take it off, let it just drape on your shoulders, please.”

He finally looked up, his hand still in the bag, holding onto to something within the case. “Very nice, your nipples do indeed appear exquisite. Now the bra.”

Jennifer wondered why he had requested a front-clasping bra when they were discussing her wardrobe for their now-postponed phone call. Now she knew. Without any delay whatsoever, she unhooked the clasp, her full, swollen breasts and distended nipples spilling out. She was under his spell now, powerless, submissive, willing, complaint, docile, now unaware of her surroundings, her only desire was to please him, to follow his directions.

She awaited his next command, trying not to pant for breath. Her nipples, always a primary receptacle and indicator of her arousal, felt as if they would implode into her chest upon even the slightest contact with anything. So the next request was borderline cruel.

He flipped a chain to her, and she caught it in mid-air, her knees nearly collapsing when she realized what it was. “Put these on,” he said simply. It was a silver-beaded, rubber-tipped pair of nipple clamps, the tips looking like large electrodes, the approximate size of a car-battery charger. Jen had never seen a pair that large.

He shrugged as she peered at him like a puppy going through obedience training. “What’s next, master?”

He went on, leaning back on the couch further. “The website promised maximum firmness, that’s why they’re so big, so I’ve learned.” She held them like a sensitive bomb that would detonate if not handled with ultimate fragility. He gestured to her with his hands to carry on as ordered. “Hey, what do I know, you’re the nipple queen, put them on.”

Jen’s legs quivered noticeably as she clamped the large tips to her one-carat-diamond-sized nipples, trying to fight off a rampant rumbling from her nipples directly to her cunt. He gave her no time to rest. “Take your skirt off, now, please.” She waited too long for his liking. He barked and she jumped.

“Slut, do it!” The skirt flopped immediately to the floor. He grinned at both the vision of her erotic thong, her beautiful body, and the obvious wetness beneath the fabric.

“Lose the thong, lovely though it is.” Jen raised her fatih escort slim ankles one at a time and the thong was soon a memory, her bare, shaved cunt now nearly steaming with sexual anticipation. When would sweet release be granted, she wondered?

“Now the stocking and the garters, and the heels, reluctantly, they are quite fetching. One might call them ‘fuck-me’ shoes, if I didn’t know better.” She stared hungrily at his dick, twitching through his trousers, as she bent to take off what remained on her body, and finally stood before him in full, glorious nudity, her pussy virtually gushing with need.

“Finger your wet pussy, Jennifer. Slip it deep within you. Then bring the juice to your nipple clamps and coat them for me.”

She did as he bade her. She felt her one hand strumming against her clit, as she slid her finger deep within her. They heard the gentle squish of her juice as she spread open the lips of her pussy and then stood there, as he watched her moving her finger in and out of her pink hole, then bringing the juice up to her nipples and coating the tips.

“Very, very nice, especially for someone who doesn’t want to fuck me.” He mocked her now, which only turned her on even more. “Continue finger-fucking yourself for me, Jennifer, my new slave.”

As soon as her hand moved from her nipple, she shuddered as she started to move the finger that covered her clit in small circles, and lightly pinched it between thumb and forefinger in order to bring it up from its hiding place.

His voice was a low rumble now. “But I want more than this. Put two fingers into your pussy, now, and drive hard. Pound yourself as you think I would, should I choose to get inside you. And yes, I would pound your pussy if and when I choose to fuck you. I’ll do it till you cum like never before. Fuck yourself with your fingers, while I watch. Spread your legs wider.”

She stood, spread open before him, while he watched her fuck her pink hole. They could still hear the splash of her juice as she drove her fingers in and out of the sopping wetness. As he slowly stood and walked in the direction of the sound of her fingers, his nose was assailed by the scent of warm musk. She couldn’t wait for him to sink his tongue, his long fingers, or his thick cock into her, but he had other plans.

He had a remote-control dual vibrator.

She felt his hot breath near the top of her pussy as he knelt and held the two dual heads up to her. “One in your cunt and one in your ass,” was all he said. It was more than he needed to say. She could do the math.

She jolted as she felt the tip of the vibrator’s soft head close over her hot clit before stuffing it tenderly up her sopping twat, and felt the relative coldness of the other end slide in alongside of her fingers, gingerly up her anal canal. The combination of hot orifices and brisk vibrators, in her two most intimate spots, had her gasping for breath, desperately trying to stave off the explosive orgasm churning deeply within her.

Jennifer’s hips undulated as she continued to run her hands between and over the two devices encased within her pussy and sphincter. She started to slowly ease them from within her and dipped two fingers inside of her pussy in an effort to swipe the juice from it before she totally withdrew it from her wetness. His lips followed as she drew her fingers from her pink hole and offered them to his mouth. It was the first time he had so much as touched her, yet she had never been more turned on in her life. He sucked deeply and drew both pussy-juice covered fingers into his mouth and continued to lick them clean.

Her taste was warm and so very sweet. The sweetest he’d ever had, perhaps. As he held her hand in his right one, and sucked on her fingers, she moved her left hand to the now dripping set of pussylips, and started to wriggle the device more snugly up, into, and through her soaked slit, and he then activated the remote.

It felt as if she had fallen into a warm pool, there was so much juice inside of her hole. She moved her fingers in and out, then made a spreading movement in order to open her lips wider.

His face, which was resting just against the hole of her rear, saw the river of juice as it ran from her cunt and streamed into her anus. He felt his cock head quiver and jump at this unstemmed flowing. Slowly, after making certain that he’d licked and sucked all the juice from her fingers, he removed her fingers from his mouth, and then stood, still not touching her, and leaned low to her ear.

“Do you want my cock in you, yet? Do you want me to fuck you with my cock? Tell me where you want me.”

He spoke in the low rumbling baritone and slowly enunciated certain words more than others. He knew she was struggling to speak, as she stood next to him, gyrating, with her eyes closed and her tongue almost continually wetting her lips. He spoke again against her ear, with more a bit more volume to aksaray escort his voice.

“Do you want me to fuck you with my hard cock? Where do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to pound you? Tell me, Jennifer. Do you want me in your ass or in your pussy?”

Jennifer struggled past her still vocal chords and forced herself to speak. She knew that this man would be so fucking good, that she wanted him where ever he wanted to put his cock. Yet she knew she had to answer him.

“Yes-s-s-s, I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you in my ass, and in my pussy. Make me cum, sir. Please, fuck me. Fill me with your hard cock,” she finally answered, now playing the role of sub to his dom impeccably.

He whispered his next command and walked to the case to extract yet another pleasure toy. She put a hand down and spread her pussy lips open as far as she could. Spying her lewdly open pink hole, he took out the vibrators and slid just the head of a double-headed dildo only into the glistening opening of her pussy, and was still. He felt her cunt immediately lock around the head of the dildo as he held, pulling it in ever deeper. Then he slowly slid the dildo fully into her, gently frigging her pussy, getting it more nice and soaked.

Once satisfied she was lubed and aroused enough, he withdrew it and felt a small river coarse out of her and trickle downward to cover the opening of her ass. He put the dildo against the puckered hole between her cheeks, and pushed. He felt the resistance of it at first, then he felt it give way against his incessant push.

At last! He quickly pushed deep up into the tunnel of her ass, hearing her sigh her satisfaction as she realized the sex toy was deeply embedded in her ass. He now had the hard plastic doubly impaled inside this married woman.

She ground her hips against his intrusion into her private territory and in so doing this, she felt the fake dick glide against the underside of her engorged clit. It was distended from its hiding place, and was begging to be rubbed.

The unexpected muscle-grabbing sensation of hard pseudo-cock to sensitive clit had Jennifer’s pussy muscles spasm around and grip the hard rod that was sliding in and out of her. She could barely breathe or utter a breath, so intense was her impending climax.

He sensed the change in her, and continued to drive the embedded device deep within her oceans of warmth. She let her head loll back and a primal groan ripped from her. He slowly pulled the dildo from its deep anal haven, but then, with some continual pushing, he’d finally managed to slide up to the third or fourth inch of the dildo into her hot hole.

He started fucking Jennifer’s tight ass in slow inches, pushing more into her as he felt her ass relax and take him further. He’d soon have her ready to take it completely up her ass, while he drove the other end of the device into her wet love tunnel, making her hot slit slick with her honey nectar.

Slowly he eased on his pounding of the velvety hole he was in, pulling the fake cocks from within her, until only the one head was buried just inside the opening of her pussy slit.

“Wh – why are you stopping?” she asked, when Jen could find her voice.

“Not stopping, sweet Jen. Just a slight change in position and equipment, back to the remote-activated vibrators. Go over to your couch, please, I want to see how far this remote can work. Hand me one of the extra pillows, would you please, and then I’ll help you raise your hips and ass. I’m just going to slide this pillow under your lower back, so we can raise your legs and let them rest on my shoulders.”

He took the proffered pillow, then pulled Jen’s legs so that the backs of her thighs rested against his chest, and he slid the pillow sideways under her hips and then settled her legs over his shoulders. He then bent slightly to the left and again handed her the two small tips of the vibrators. Grabbing them, she willingly inserted them once again into both of her love tunnels, feeling the vaginal one against her wildly distended clit.

Jen immediately hissed an in-drawn breath between her clenched teeth.

“Uhhh! This is not fair,” she lightly cried out. “What are you going to do that cock of yours?”

“Just you wait, beautiful Jennifer, just you wait,” was all he said.

Jennifer felt the tip between her now impossibly swollen pussy lips and slightly agitated but gaping anal cavity. He sat back in such a manner as to be able to view everything in front of him.

He rose up ever so slightly, and then lowered his upper body between her legs, until his chest felt the hardened nubs of both small vibrators drill small holes into his chest. He leaned in and kissed her deeply for the first time, pushing the small amount of residue of her pussy juice from earlier into her mouth with his tongue.

She eagerly sucked on his tongue as she felt it slide between her lips and over her teeth. She’d rarely been French kissed in such a manner before and she found her cum sweet to her taste. She pulled her mouth from his, ever so slowly, and started to kiss her way over to his left ear.

Once there, he gently sucked her lobe into his now hot, wet mouth, then as he let the lobe slip from his lips she spoke, in a low voice, thick with need and want.

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The second man I loved was, K.

He wasn’t like other men. He was a dangerous obsession and I knew this from the moment we met.

K was a couple of years older than me and when we met I was charmed by his big, warm smile and athletic body. He had kind eyes, was tall, well dressed and always smelt nice. I loved his checked shirts, his big, manly hands and slightly rugged look. So many things about him turned me on.

Most importantly, he was smart and articulate and knew a lot about a lot. In the back of my mind, I somehow knew he would turn out to be a liar and a cheat, he made no secrets about the fact that his ex girlfriend was both a dancer and a model. He was a player… no doubt about it. I hated him and loved him in equal measures.

He was studying for a PHD and jokingly stated that it stands for ‘pretty huge dick’.

K was so arrogant, he seemed so out of reach. At the same time, I wanted him so badly. He knew how to play the game and was a master of it. Girls wanted him and in many ways he was a prick, but I loved him and what he could do to me.

“I’ve never asked a girl out before,” he said.

I had to make the first move. He made sure that this was not a date, we were just hanging out.

I knew he was a player and he was bad for me, but I couldn’t help but want more of his body and mind. He was mysterious and experienced and captured my interest. He would introduce me to so many new things, but he wasn’t interested in me at all. I felt inferior. He was hard work, he wouldn’t ask questions but somehow managed to talk about so many interesting things and I would chase him. I was obsessed. I wasn’t even sure how, but, K managed to pin me down and get in my head so easily. For the first time ever, I had felt a strong need to submit myself to a man completely.

I longed for his company, his knowledge and advice on things too. I wanted him to be my teacher, my mentor and I wanted him to introduce me to a darker world of sex. When we went out, I used to stare at the bulge between his legs and wonder what kind of snake he had hidden. I wondered if it was as big as he had hinted. He enjoyed teasing me, he was like a cat playing with a toy. He saw me blush and loved it.

He would hint about some kinky interests from time to time too, I think he was testing the water.

Now I look back, I realize acıbadem escort bayan that in a way he was grooming me. He knew I would fall for him.

Conversationally, I’m sure he was dropping ideas into my head, using words like ‘collared’, ‘tied up’ and ‘dominated’… But would always deny it. One day we were out and I questioned him on it. I knew that this was wind in his sails.

He would call me, filth and point out that all these girls who want that kind of sex are sluts and that I should be ashamed of myself. I enjoyed hearing that. It was a strange dynamic. I grew to love the humiliation of those words. I craved them. He made me want to get a reaction more and more.

“I bet you love the big ones,” he would say, from time to time.

He was tempting me into his trap, day by day. I knew this, but I was hooked.

We could kiss at the end of our ‘dates’ and he would put his hand around my head and clench my hair tightly. It wasn’t romantic, it was like an animal going in for the kill. Holding for a while, just long enough. This turned me on to no end. He would sometimes slip his hand between my legs, just lightly brushing my lips and as soon as I would get horny he would kick me out of his car.

“Go home, little one,” he’d say.

This was just a game to, K and as soon as I got home I would masturbate furiously as I fantasied about all of the things I wanted him to do to me.

This routine continued for a while, until we finally arranged to go to London for New Years to stay in a hotel. I knew this was our chance to take things further. I boldly made it explicit that I wanted him to go further whilst we were away. I used to dream about being on my knees, sucking him, feeling his big dick piercing my insides…

He had a big Cheshire cat grin when I gave him this proposition him for sex.

“You wouldn’t be able to handle me, sweetie… I’m rather a big boy,” he said. “How will you ever have any other man once you’ve had me?”

He loved not giving me an answer. He would make me wait for everything. He would disappear for a while and then pounce. But I loved the uncertainty, the challenge… The arrogance. For anyone else, I wouldn’t have tolerated it.

In many ways, his gentlemanly ways would disguise his true nature. He bağdat caddesi escort bayan was a total gentleman, he was generous, caring and giving. He looked after me.

We got to the hotel to drop our things off and I wanted him right there and then.

I made some sexual comment about how big his cock looked in those jeans and tried to cover my embarrassment by saying,

“Should we head out?”

That evil Cheshire cat smile came out again and he laughed. He approached me and gripped my hair.

“Go and get your coat,” he says, holding me to the spot.

I could feel myself getting wet. I was stuck in his grip. His hands wrapped around my throat and he slipped a hand up my skirt. I felt his finger go deep in my pussy.

“Do you want to go out?” he asked.

“No,” I shook my head. I felt a strange mixture of embarrassment and deep arousal.

“Go and get your coat,” he said again, hooking his finger inside me and clawing at my G spot. It felt so good. I had chased him so long and now, finally, I had become the hunted one.

He circled me like I was his prey. I was just blinded, stuck to the spot. He took out his two fingers and made me taste myself. I rubbed his hard cock through his trousers, he knew how long I had waited for this. I could feel how hard he was, he was bursting out. I get down on my knees and he helps me unzip his jeans to reveal this huge bulge beneath his boxers and puts one hand down them.

“Would you like to see it?” he says.

I nod and I smile. I have never seen a cock quite like, K’s!

He pulls down his boxers and reveals this huge, hard dick, which just bobs between his legs. He is About 9 and a half inches, thick and long, hanging heavy. He is shaved too, which makes him look even bigger.

I am hypnotized and desperate to feel his huge weapon inside me.

I lick his huge dick. My mind is aflame with lust. He grabs a fistful of my hair and guides me towards it. I can feel my underwear getting wetter and wetter. He gently guides my mouth into his cock, which barely fits and wants me to take it all the way. I gaze into his eyes and start to gag a little on his big, throbbing dick, taking it deep and slow. It fills me up, he is forcing me to take every inch of his long shaft, fucking kozyatağı escort bayan my face and making me choke.

K is right. What a slut I am. Taking it so naturally and wanting it so bad. But he tastes so good, his cock is so perfect.

“Where did you learn to suck dick so well?” he asks.

“Porn.” I respond.

Intending to finish the job, my hands wander to my underwear and I start to rub my clit in a circular motion. I can’t help it. He is driving me crazy. I moan a little and he watches as I deep throat him and finger myself. My makeup runs down my face and he pulls me from his cock. I’m still fully clothed at this point and he stops me.

“Take your clothes off and go and bend over on the bed,” he says.

I immediately obey. I bend over, naked, exposed to him. He strokes my ass cheeks and spanks me hard, slowly at first, making me moan a little. My ass is red and sore, it stings. He knows what he is doing.

He starts to eat my pussy from behind and I feel myself about to cum already. He traces is tongue all the way from my clit up to my ass, taking the time to stop and explore my holes with his finger and tongue like they were his little toys.

“Oh god,” I say, struggling to control myself. I’ve never taken it up the ass before. I am so desperate to feel his cock inside me now. I’m about to cum in a strange mixture of pleasure and pain.

But he is cruel. He teases me with it. Rubbing it up and down my pussy, up and down up and down, gripping my hair, calling me a little slut. “You want me, don’t you.”

I can tell he wants me to beg, he is a cruel man, he wants to tease me. I turn around and watch him guide his cock up and down. I am on the verge of an orgasm, gushing and desperate for him to let me go over the edge. I have been waiting for so long.

Finally, inch by inch, he edges himself into me, doggie style. I can feel him moving all my insides. I can barely fit him in my tight pussy. He grips my hair and fucks me hard from behind until my head goes dizzy. Not only is he huge, but he knows how to work it too.

I have never been able to cum from sex before, but this just takes me over the edge in a knee-clenching orgasm that lasts for what feels like a lifetime.

I can feel my tight pussy stretched and his cock pounding deep inside me. I grab the sheets and gasp for air. I can’t take it anymore.

I lie, panting for breath, totally unable to move from the most incredible orgasm that I have waited so long for.

His dick was so powerful that I lay my face on the bed and beg him to stop for a break.

“Please stop” I say, as he finally stops drilling me. My pussy ached. I lay naked, in a puddle of my own juices.

“You have 3 minutes,” he says.

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