OVERTIME

A sensuous forced consent story with a fairly nasty surprise at the end.



OVERTIME


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Dulaney Browne She had no choice. The demands were ridiculous and the pressure intense. She was up against deadlines and there were still discrepancies in the balances. It was her job to find and correct them. The audit would be the end of this week and her boss had been an asshole about the whole mess. There were so many other things she’d rather be doing than working overtime: having fun with her friends; shopping; even curling up with a bowl of popcorn and her boyfriend with a movie in the DVD player. She had dated Kevin for about two months. He worked in her building, but they met at a street vendor’s wagon during a break. She had managed to drop a big gloob of ice cream on some file folders he had laid on the top of the stainless steel cart. There were apologies, then small talk, and somehow they wound up exchanging phone numbers and email addresses. On their first date, he took her to dinner, then a movie, then to an ice cream parlor where he shoved the placemats aside and sat their bowls on a pair of manila file folders. She thought it was hysterically funny. From that moment she knew she liked him. He was easy to be with. They enjoyed the same kind of movies, laughed at each others’ jokes, and they both liked to try new and different things. He was ten years older than she was. But she really liked his maturity. He had an air of experience but he wasn’t arrogant or old about it. He just had a way of teaching her things. All and all, she couldn’t say she was falling in love with him, but she couldn’t help feeling a little giddy when she thought about him. Their relationship was already at that “serious” stage. She tabulated figures as the numbers blipped away on her computer screen. But there were still errors in the columns and she had to hunt them down. She was having a hard time concentrating anyway. Kevin was due back tonight. He was in Chicago for a week on business and had sent her an email saying he hoped to get a late flight home. She wished she could meet him at the airport, go to dinner with him, give him a warm welcome home. But noooooo. She had to work into the wee hours, doing this shit. The high rise office building she plodded away in was almost deserted. She was alone in her dreary cubicle. But she felt safe. There were security guards on the first floor and no one could get by them without flashing a badge. The doors to the office suites were also secured with cyber locks; and the only way to get in was with a swipe of an employee badge. No worries. Her cubicle was on the forty-third floor. On the rare occasions when she found herself stuck at work late, she loved to sneak a few minutes here and there to look out the massive windows at the twinkling lights of the city. She could see the glow from the offices in other high rises and she liked to imagine what other people were doing. Working? Gossiping? Making love? She also loved to watch the interstate. The little orbs of white and red lights fascinated her. They were like strands of exotic living pearls, moving back and forth across a span of strings. But none of that tonight. She sighed. It was just tappity tap tap on her keyboard as she ran her spreadsheets and balances and account vouchers. She froze when she felt the hands on her shoulders. A cold spring of fear jolted through her body. She gasped, held her breath, then almost consciously reminded herself to breathe again. Then it occurred to her that Kevin had caught his plane and came directly to the office to surprise her. “Kevin? Is that you?” “Yeah, it’s me,” he whispered. She smiled and relaxed a bit. His hands were not hurting her. But they were firm on her shoulders, not tight, not squeezing, but….solid. And they were holding her where she was. She was a bit startled by that and didn’t know what to do. She wanted to turn around and brace him, let him brace her, kiss him. But she didn’t…she couldn’t. She just sat there with his hands on her shoulders, frozen, waiting. “How was your trip?” she asked lamely. She tried to turn around but he stopped her. “Shhhh,” he whispered. “Just relax.” The voice was a low whisper. It could have been anyone’s: Kevin’s, Clint Eastwood’s, someone with laryngitis. His hands kneaded her tired shoulders, gently massaged her stiffness and aches. It felt good. She wanted to turn around and see what he was up to. But his hands were soothing, calming. She had work to do….but she gave into the moment and closed her eyes. She felt the tension slowly drain from her tired muscles, her stiff neck. She let her head droop and sighed: “Mmmmmmmmm.” Kevin’s fingers worked their way along her spine, pushing, rubing, touching her where she needed to be touched. He had massaged her before, but they were half-hearted efforts, usually a quick prelude to sex. This time he was really putting himself into it. Jesus, he had a way with his hands. His fingers stopped on her back and pushed up, lifted, urging her to stand. Somehow, she was on her feet. She heard him push her chair away. It rolled across the plastic floor cover and out of her cubicle and bumped into something. His hands again worked their way over her back, not massaging her this time, but gently caressing. She felt them thru the sheer material of her top, working their way over her shoulders, and sliding down her body, his arms encasing her. “Kevin…..” She was going to protest, ask him what the hell he thought he was doing. He was acting weird. Something told her she should put an end to this. This wasn’t the time or place. “Stop….” But she wasn’t even sure she had uttered anything when he said again in that low whisper “Shhhhh…don’t say a word.” His warm breath against her neck made her skin tingle. Her breathing deepened. She felt, well…. watery. She had told him about her sexual fantasies before he left for his trip. She fantasized many times about being taken, being forced by an anonymous man, being had in a forbidden place. Kevin had smiled, raised an eyebrow, and said it was “intriguing.” His arms were around her, his hands cupped her breasts. He pulled her close and held her to him, swayed with her gently back and forth, a slow dance without music. “Stop him,” a voice in her head mumbled. This was not fantasy; this was real life. She knew she should stop. But it was a feeble protest. He had her. Her head fell back against his shoulder. She closed her eyes and offered her neck to him. He nuzzled her hair, nibled on her ear with his soft lips. She pushed him with her ass, rubing it against his pelvis. He pushed back. He was large, solid, stiff. Overpowering. She didn’t resist, couldn’t resist anymore. He slowly pushed the buttons of her blouse through the tiny holes. She shivered when the silky material slid over her skin and dropped to the floor. His arms engulfed her as he slipped his hands under her bra and fondled her breasts. She wanted to help him, to take her bra off for him, to give him access to her. But he held her too tightly, her arms pinioned to her sides. She could only put her hands on his forearms as his fingers played lightly with her hardening nipples. She was only vaguely aware when her bra came off and lay on the floor with her blouse. She moaned when Kevin’s lips kissed, nibled, and brushed along her neck. His hands moved slowly down her body as she felt him taste her. He touched under her breasts, down her stomach, slipping his thumbs into the elastic waistband of her slacks and panties. Desire began to grow in her, a thing all of its own, taking over her body. She felt a heave downward and the rest of her clothes slipped over her hips and lay around her ankles. “Kevin, no…….” she whispered. Then his arms let her go. She thought the game was over, thought perhaps he was having second thoughts. She was both extremely relived and very disappointed. But his body still held her against her desk. Suddenly, it was dark. Her breath caught in her throat, a small half gasp, as a blindfold closed over her eyes. It was a wide strip of material, soft, black, depriving her of sight. The utter darkness accentuated his touch. His hands traveled down her arms and pulled her wrists behind her. A ratcheting sound. Metal. Hard and warm around her wrists. Handcuffs. His hands on her shoulders, tender, caring, somehow reassuring her. But she was in Kevin’s control. She had never been so frightened, had never been so intrigued. And never so turned on. She was barrassed at how utterly wet she was. He bent her over, gently lowered her torso to the top of her desk. The faux wood was cold. Her breasts scrunched under her and the cold desktop was painful on her hard nipples. Her hips draped over the desk, her toes barely touched the floor. But Kevin had her where he wanted her. She wanted Kevin too—inside her. His hands rubed her ass, squeezed it. She raised her hips, wantonly offering herself to him. His fingers swept lightly over her butt, tickling her, teasing her. She flinched when one finger swept between her thighs, deliciously close to her wetness. She bit her bottom lip as he traced her swollen labia, his slick fingers gliding over her. Then one of his fingers slid into her. She tried to push against him, to get him in deeper. But his other hand pushed her ass down hard and held her in place. He moved his finger in her, sliding back and forth, a smooth, slow motion. With each stroke he pushed a bit further until his other fingers brushed against her wet lips. She let out something between a sigh and a moan. She tried to sway her hips side to side, tried to move them up and down, anything to encourage him for more. She was ready, wanted Kevin to fill her. But his hand held her ass too firmly. All she could do was give into him, let Kevin have his way. They had made love only twice. It had been satisfying but…ordinary. That didn’t matter to her now. She was blindfolded, bound, excited, and she was his. She was there to do as Kevin wished. She so belonged to him. His finger probed deep inside her, touching her in places no one had ever touched before. His finger moved forward, down, stopped when it came to her hard little nub. Her clit was hungry, starving. PLEASE!! She felt him almost touch it then draw away. “Noooo…….Kevin…” she whimpered. A rush of desire—an animal thing—blew through her when he opened her pussy and inserted two fingers. There was no gentle probing this time, no exploration. Two fingers surrounded her clit. They moved quickly, rapidly. She groaned. Her body tensed. She was astounded at how quickly it built inside her: a freight train of impulses and sensations. Dimly, she thought Kevin’s hand was moving impossibly fast. Then the first spasm hit her. She gasped. Her body bucked, her toes pointed, she pulled at the cuffs and her fingers clenched at nothing. He held her down as spasm after spasm gushed through her. He masturbated her, vibed her, moved her, made her cum, once, twice, a hundred times for all she could tell. At last, when she could take no more, he stopped. She was spent. He pulled his hand slowly out of her most intimate place. She gasped as he gently withdrew. She was weak, exhausted, elated. Her heart pounded and she could literally hear it beating. God!! GOD!! She lay prone across her desk, coming only slowly to herself again. She sensed Kevin moving around behind her. She wanted nothing more than to be held now, to be in his arms. Too see Kevin’s face. To hear him whisper her name in her ear. But she didn’t move. She was still. One of his hands moved up her back. It clenched her neck. Not tightly, but firmly. Holding her down on the desk. Then she felt him. Hard. Insistent. Probing. Moving himself over her pussy, lubing himself with her juices. He pushed in, opening her, entering her slowly. Not deeply. He held himself there, just inside her. She thrust her hips to invite him in. But he pulled back. She realized Kevin was toying with her. He pushed a bit deeper then. Not all the way. Just enough to build impossible desire in her once more. She wanted him to fill her. But he wouldn’t. He pulled almost out. Them pushed again. Deeper. She gasped; partly in pleasure, partly in anticipation. She tried to move her hips against him, tried to bring him in again. But he held her too tight. Kevin had never done this before. This was a different side of her lover. He was deliberate, methodical, taking his time with her, teasing her then denying her. She was almost frightened at how much this turned her on. He moved his hips back then forward again. Further in. Hard. Big. Delicious. She moaned. Finally he was in her all the way. Holding it there. His pubis against her pussy. Pushing deeper still. Unbelievably deep. Impossibly big. Then he pulled back slowly. And thrust forcefully, deep again. Several times. He held a moment longer then his thrusts increased, faster, harder. At last he was fucking her. She knew he was giving into his need, to his desire for her, as his hips moved quicker. Impossibly, she felt another climax building. She felt him inside her, his thrusts fast, demanding, urgent. She heard his labored breathing, his sweat dripping on her bare back. He moaned as his hot liquid jetted into her, shooting in streams, then small rivulets. She tried to clinch him, tried to hold him as tight as she could, but he continued thrusting, slower, weaker, but still thrusting. Then she lost herself to her own physical pleasure. Her body responded to his in another series of spasms, her lungs grasping for breath, every muscle tensing. Her orgasm was different than before, less powerful, but more pleasurable, more fulfilling, with two as one. She didn’t know when he collapsed on her. But she felt his weight lift off of her as he slid out. His hand was still on the back of her neck and she could feel him shaking. He was weak, she knew, but she made no effort to get out of his grasp. When he let go, she felt the cuffs unlock and slide off her wrists. Still blindfolded, she lay as she was. She was too exhausted, too bewildered, and anxious that the remaining pleasure in her body would disappear if she moved too quickly. She expected that Kevin would pull her from the desk and hold her. Or say something to her. But nothing happened. Finally, she took the blindfold off and blinked the light back into her eyes. “Kevin?” she called. No response. She listened, trying to hear anyone. She slid to the floor, nude, covering herself with her arms. “Kevin, where are you?” Only silence. “Kevin? Are you still here?” she yelled. She called his name over and over. But the office was totally empty. She was alone. Suddenly, she was very angry. She gathered her clothes quickly and padded to the bathroom to put herself back together. Where had he gone? Why was he hiding? Why did he leave? She hadn’t thought he was like that. She thought that he really gave a damn. Fuck him! The least he could have done was stayed with her for a few minutes. Fuck! That asshole! Back at her desk she gathered her things, closed her computer. There would be no more work tonight. She was too angry, too upset, too….confused. Why would he do that to her and just leave? Then her cell rang. “Hello?” “Hey Babe, it’s me.” “Kevin? Where the hell are you,” she hissed. He hesitated a minute. Then “I’ve got bad news,” he said. “I’m stuck in Chicago . Bad weather somewhere. My flight’s been cancelled. I’ll try to book another, but…..” She was sure she hadn’t heard him right. “Where are you?” she demanded. “I’m in Chicago ” he said again. Hot tears stung her eyes. She began to shake badly. “You mean you weren’t here?” “What? No…..I told you. My flight was cancelled…… ” But she didn’t hear the rest of his explanation.



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Den of Iniquity Ch. 09



My eyes were closed and Annie's silky hair caressed my face. With my arms around her and her back to me, we were lying on my bed recovering from our fun with the remote-controlled egg. My fingertips trailed lightly up and down her side, and I enjoyed listening to her quiet cooing.


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The minutes ticked by. We had a big night ahead, but neither of us wanted to break the spell. Finally I opened my eyes and lifted my head, looking for the time. It was near enough to 5.30 P.M. I smiled to myself when I noticed the egg and remote sitting on top of the clock radio. Easing my head back down to the pillow, I sighed contentedly and kissed the back of Annie's shoulder. Her breathing had evened out and it was clear she was now asleep.



Oh well, I thought. Time to start getting organised. I decided to let her nap for a few more minutes while I made us some coffee. Gently I slipped my arm from under her neck and stood by the side of the bed, looking down on her. I trailed my eyes down her body and back up again, admiring the curves camouflaged by the brand new white silk sheet wrapped around her. She looked so calm and serene.



I went to the kitchen to make a nice strong brew. For the life of me, I couldn't recall how Annie took hers at the coffee shop a mere few hours before. So I made her a standard 'white and one'.



Placing the two cups on the bedside table, I sat on the edge of the bed and gently shook Annie's shoulder. "Annie... It's time to wake up, pet."



"Hmmm? Huh? Mmmmmmm..." Rolling onto her back, she stretched overhead and her breasts strained against the sheet covering her. "Hello, Sir," she said sleepily, her eyes half open.



"Hello," I said, picking up my coffee and bringing it to my lips, smiling and sipping.



"May I have one of those?" she said, nodding and looking at the mug in my hand.



"It's right here but I couldn't rber how you took it," I said, passing her the cup as she yawned and sat up cross-legged on the bed, tucking the sheet around herself and under her arms.



"White, no sugar, Sir." She took a sip and immediately screwed up her nose. "Ewww... that's icky." She held out the cup and pouted. "I want a new one, honey."



I was so surprised by her behaviour I couldn't speak for a moment. Finding my voice, I raised an eyebrow and said, "We've only just started this, Annie."



The bratty smirk evaporated and she went white as a sheet. "I... I was just... kidding, Sir. T... Testing you. I didn't mean to-"



"I see." If she was testing me, she hadn't wasted any time doing it. I couldn't keep the concern from my face as the seconds passed. "I'd rather you didn't do that," I said finally.



"God," she breathed, biting her lip.



"What is it?"



"You're just a little bit scary when you get serious, Sir," she whispered, smiling hopefully.



"I'd appreciate it if you didn't assume, Annie."



"Yes, Sir. I... I promise. I really was just testing you, Sir. Subs are supposed to test their Doms so they know their limits, Sir. I... I was curious about how you would react if I was naughty, and um, I got my answer loud and clear, Sir."



"I'm glad you 'got your answer', Annie, but there is still something wrong with this picture. I think you should go and fix your coffee while I think about what I want to say."



"I'm sorry, Sir. I just..."



I held up my hand and she stopped talking. I would give her a chance to explain herself in a minute. In the meantime I wanted to make sure of something. "I don't want you calling me anything but Roger or Sir. Understood?"



"Yes, Sir."



"But I'd like to have a pet name for you. We'll talk about it later."



"You could call me 'kitten', Sir," she offered, seeming to like the idea.



"Hmmm... We'll see. Until I decide, I'll just call you pet. You don't mind me calling you 'pet', do you?"



"Not at all, Sir. I like it." She grinned.



"Okay," I said, smiling a little. Then I added, "When you are good enough."



"Y... Yes, Sir," she whispered.



"Grab a t-shirt from the second draw. Everything to fix your coffee is on the kitchen counter. When you've made it, come back here and we'll talk."



"Yes, Sir!" She fairly leapt out of bed, throwing on one of my shirts and racing through the door. While she was gone I arranged two pillows on the floor so she could kneel comfortably. She returned with eyes down, immediately recognising why the pillows were on the carpet. She put her cup on the bedside table and stopped in front of me.



"Kneel here," I said, pointing down at the pillows.



"Can I please s... say something? Please, Sir?" she begged as she glided to her knees, lacing her fingers together in her lap. I nodded. "Thank you, Sir." She took a deep breath. "Sir, sometimes I'm a little... impatient? I don't like it but sometimes I just say things without thinking. I'm sorry if I 'assumed' earlier, Sir. I promise I'll do better."



"Good. As long as you try, I'll be happy." Nodding, she bit her lip and remained quiet, so I proceeded. "Annie, I'm very new at this, and I'm going to be need you for guidance on occasions. But I have a good grasp of the fundamentals. And I know what I like and don't like, even if I can't rattle off accurate examples beforehand."



"I'll make mistakes sometimes, Sir," Annie whispered.



"Without a doubt. And that's okay as long as, like I said, you are trying."



"Y... Yes, Sir."



"I want to base our relationship on honesty, trust and respect. A two way street, Annie. If we are honest with each other, then we can build trust and respect." She nodded softly, her light blue eyes gazing into mine, listening intently. "If you don't know something, or are not sure of something, whether it's something about me that you would like to know, or something you want to do, or want me to do... if you are not sure, then you are to ask, and in a pleasing manner."



"Y... Yes, Sir," she breathed, blushing hotly.



"Don't try to manipulate me for your own ends. Ask me. No more 'kidding' or playing games." I sighed. Annie looked like she might cry. "Listen carefully, because I'm not going to say this again, okay?" She nodded. "I don't want any crap, Annie. As God knows, I've taken enough of it over the years. By that I mean no arguing or talking back, I won't stand for it. You and I will discuss things, not argue. And I would suggest you steer clear of sarcasm. To me, sarcasm is having a personal joke at someone else's expense. I will expect better from my submissive."



"Y... Your submissive..." she said softly. I nodded and she looked down at her hands, sighing softly.



"Just be straightforward with me. If you want something, whether it be reassurance or a desire or a need or a want of any kind, just ask."



She swallowed. "I'm really sorry I disappointed you, Sir."



"There will be times when you will, Annie. And they will require an intervention that is in proportion to what you have done, and releases you from the guilt you feel."



"A... A punishment, Sir."



I nodded slowly, watching her eyes. "Like now. You feel guilty right now, don't you?"



"Y... Yes, Sir. I feel really stupid and guilty about d... disappointing you." Again I thought she might cry.



"Okay, we'll take care of that in a minute, all right?"



"Yes please, Sir. I want to be able look forward, not back."



"That's my girl," I said, holding out my arms and smiling as she climbed into them. She sat on my lap and we cuddled and I said everything was all right. I told her I understood about punishments and how once received, the slate was clean. One had 'paid for their sin'. She nuzzled my neck and nodded, listening to me. I wanted her to know what I was thinking, so I whispered it while she rested her head on my shoulder and I gently rocked her. "Look, I know I'm harking back to some bad experiences I've had in the past, but this life, this way, fits me so well. I've tried being the sensitive, new age guy... When I was married, I tried to be everything my ex-wife wanted. I couldn't do it. It wasn't me, Annie. I ended up miserable and depressed, being taken advantage of and feeling like nothing I did was right. I need to live my life the way I want to live. To be the way I want to be. And I want you to come with me."



She nodded, cuddling me tighter.



"There's another thing I need to tell you, thinking about past experiences... something that really gets up my nose, it's, 'I don't know what you're talking about.' I really don't like that. My ex-wife used to say it all the time whenever I asked her something she didn't feel like answering." She giggled softly, then sniffed. She had been crying. I lifted her chin with my finger and watched as a sparkling tear fell from the corner of her eye, trickling down her cheek. I gently brushed it away with the back of my fingers.



"I... I want to learn what pleases you, Sir. More than anything." Another tear fell from her other eye and she quickly wiped it with the back of her wrist. "I can be so stupid sometimes. I'm here with you and I can hardly believe my luck. Sometimes I'm not very good with words, and because I'm afraid of screwing up, I can't find the right ones to say what I mean."



"I understand. And that's okay. Over the coming days and weeks, I will teach you what pleases me mentally, physically, and emotionally. You will need to listen and learn. Me too, by the way."



"I will, Sir. Earlier I was thinking too much and got way ahead of myself, just like you said, Sir. I'm so sorry. I don't usually 'top from the bottom'."



"'Top from the bottom'?"



"As in, deliberately do something so you do something, Sir. Um, I'm not sure if that makes sense."



"You mean like, manipulate?"



"Yes, Sir. But that sounds even worse." She sighed.



"It displeased me, Annie. And you don't want to displease me, do you?"



"No, Sir. I want to be so pleasing to you... I want you to always look at me like you did in the coffee shop, Sir."



I cuddled her tightly and whispered in her ear. "Good girl."



She snuggled into me and asked hopefully, "Um... Sir?"



I leaned back and looked into her eyes. I had a feeling I knew what she was going to say. "Yes, Annie?"



"Does this mean I'm not in trouble?" she asked, smiling sweetly. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. She knew she was pushing it.



I chuckled. "Oh, we are gonna have such fun. No, it means you are due your first punishment. We better discuss what form it will take."



She took a deep breath. "Y... Yes, Sir."



I watched as the blush grew in her cheeks and I spoke quietly. "You need to be punished now, don't you Annie?"



The words tumbled from her mouth. "Y... Yes, Sir. I should be. I want to have a good time at the party, and I can't if I keep reminding myself of how stupid I was."



I slid my fingers into her hair and tightened them, slowly pulling her head back, exposing her neck. "What are you sorry for?" I asked softly as her back began to arch.



"I... I'm sorry for pushing you, for provoking you. I'm sorry for being a brat and t... testing your dominance, Sir. Oohhh..."



I tightened my grip further. "You were naughty and should be punished, shouldn't you?"



"Yes, S... Sir," she said breathlessly. "I just want to start over, Sir. I... I was stupid and assumed and ohhh..."



"Go on."



"I... I want a clean slate... s... so I can move forward with my thoughts on you, not on what I've done. I... I want to receive what I'm due, to show you I am serious, that I want to earn your forgiveness so I can move forward, now, with you, t... together."



"I'm very pleased by what you are saying. But I also think, in the beginning, it's important I'm firm with you. That way, I will show you my resolve, and show you it's important to me that you strive. You need to learn your lesson, and you have to realise I do this because I care, and because I expect more from you."



"Y... Yes, Sir. I understand. I'll accept whatever you decide."



"Are you sure?"



"Yes. I trust you to punish me no more nor less than I deserve, Sir." I slid my fingers from her hair and her body relaxed, though she was breathing hard.



"All right, stand up." She climbed off my lap and took a step back, standing with her head bowed and her hands behind her back. I stood up in front of her and whispered, "Give me your hands." Taking them in mine, I spoke quietly and she lifted her eyes to mine. "It gives me no joy to punish you, Annie. Especially after the wonderful day we've had."



"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry I disappointed you."



"Okay." Releasing her hands and turning around, I dragged the quilt right off the bed and tossed it on the floor. I took a good look at the Velcro inserts sewn into the sheet covering the bed, ripping one open and closed, satisfying myself. I patted the bed where I wanted her and spoke. "Hands and knees, right here." Annie climbed lengthways onto the bed near the edge, and I strapped her wrists together with the Velcro. "Don't fall off."



"I won't, Sir."



I checked how tightly I'd secured her wrists. "I admit you could probably free yourself from these ties, but it is my wish that you do not attempt to do so."



"I won't, Sir. I'll be good. I just want it over with," she said, trying to smile.



"I am going to paddle you, Annie. And I'm going to need your help."



She looked up at me, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Yes, Sir. Anything." I leaned down on my haunches and reached under the bed. The paddle had come in its own felt bag and I dragged it out. Annie watched me intently as I undid the clip that gathered the top part of the bag together and opened it, sliding the paddle out and tossing the bag on top of the quilt. "Wow," she said.



"Like it?"



"It's um... it's beautiful, Sir. Can we play with it another day, when I haven't been so stupid?"



"We'll see," I winked.



"Yes, Sir," she bit her lip, this time trying not to smile.



"C'mon. Let's be serious. You're not supposed to be enjoying this."



She composed herself. "Yes, Sir. I'll be good. I'm just nervous."



"All right then," I said, slapping the heavy paddle against my palm. "Let's do this."



She looked up at me as I stood beside the bed. "Can I put my head down, Sir?"



"Sure... um, why?" I thought maybe she didn't want to watch.



"I think it would probably look nicer, Sir," she said, her blush intensifying.



I couldn't help but smile. "All right then, head down and arch your back."



"Y... Yes, Sir."



For a moment I stood there, admiring her while I caressed the smooth leather of the paddle subconsciously.



Hmmm... Maybe I should paddle her with the studded side. No, that would hurt too much. But isn't it supposed to hurt? It won't hurt too much if I don't swing it too hard. I'll work up to it. How many? Should I tell her how many? She said she trusted me. Hmmm... The noise would be better on the smooth side, wouldn't it? It would be louder, but with less force. The noise should give her more of a fright and less pain. She should fear being punished, shouldn't she? How many was that again?



I spoke under my breath. "Fuck."



She turned her eyes up to me again. "What is it, Sir?"



I sighed. "I don't want to hurt you."



"It's not about hurting me, Sir. It's about correcting me. It's supposed to make me think before I do the same thing again."



"I don't know how many is the right amount. I mean, how many do you deserve? And how hard?"



"I deserve to be punished to your satisfaction, Sir."



I looked back down at the paddle. She was right. She had tried to screw with my head, tried to make things happen that didn't naturally happen. She'd 'topped' me and she was definitely not supposed to do that. I have to deal with it! I looked into her eyes, fresh determination in mine. "I'm going to tap it against you a few times, to get a feel for the weight and the force I want, Annie."



"Much like a cane, Sir."



"I've never used a cane, either."



"Then you probably should get one, Sir. 'Cause I have a feeling you're gonna need it." She giggled. "Um, sorry, Sir."



"All right."



"Like most things, Sir, it's up to you. I will accept the punishment you choose to give me. Just be consistent and fair. I'll get used to it."



"You're gonna have a sore ass tonight, Annie." I smiled ruefully.



"It's okay, Sir. It'll be a good reminder."



I checked the time. It was starting to run out. "Okay then, here goes." I tapped the paddle against her ass a few times.



Tap. Tap. Tap.



"Mmmmmm..." she murmured.



Tap. Tap. Tap.



Tap. Tap. Tap.



"Okay. Get ready." I drew my arm back, feeling the muscles tighten. I swung down into the meat of her ass cheek about a quarter as hard as I could.



SLAP!



I was amazed at the sound. Almost like a thudding hand-slap, only louder. Much louder! The paddle bounced back off her ass. I wasn't ready for it to recoil like that. I firmed up my wrist a bit. Annie hardly even moved. She shuddered a little and gasped. "Is that about right?" I asked.



Tap. Tap. Tap.



Tap. Tap. Tap.



"J... Just do it!" she begged, her eyes screwed closed. I steadied us both with a hand on the small of her back, and swung the paddle again, this time just a little harder.



SLAP!!!



She shuddered, a tiny moan coming from her chest. "Ohh!!"



SLAP!!!



I was aiming at alternate cheeks.



SLAP!!!



SLAP!!!



SLAP!!!



I drew the paddle back again and hesitated. Wait! Check! Taking a breather, I let the paddle hang loosely and caressed her ass, smoothed my hand over each of the cheeks. They were a light pink and quite warm to the touch... "You are doing well, relax a moment," I said. Listening to her shuddering breaths, I watched awed as her ass slowly reddened over the next sixty seconds. It was quite amazing. Her ass went from pink, to dark pink, to a light red colour. I was pleased with the look. I whispered, "Ten to go."



"Y... Yes, Sir."



I decided to end this quickly. "Grit your teeth, Annie."



"O... Okay."



"One every second, okay?"



"Y... Yes."



"Count them."



She moaned softly.



SLAP!!!



"Ohh, one!"



SLAP!!!



"T... Two."



SLAP!!!



"THREE!"



SLAP!!!



"Ohh! F... Four."



SLAP!!!



"F... FIIIVVE!"



I stopped and Annie groaned. "Are you okay?"



"Y... Yes."



"Five to go, Annie."



"Please, Sir. Just finish."



"Okay. No counting."



She nodded.



Tap. Tap. Tap.



"I'll finish when you are punished."



Tap. Tap. Tap.



"Yes, Sir. Sorry, Si-"



SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!!



"OOOOOHHHH!!!" Annie collapsed on the bed facing away from me and I stood stock still over her, panting with the exertion. She moaned softly, holding her red-hot ass cheeks.



I watched her closely and she breathed deeply, almost wheezing. Her moaning trailed off and she shuddered a little, her breath catching. I retrieved a tissue from the bedside table and dangled it over her shoulder within her vision. She sniffled and took it from my hand. "Thank you," she said softly.



I didn't trust myself. I suddenly felt afraid. Perhaps I'd really hurt her. Jesus. "Please say you are okay," I asked in a whisper.



"I... I'll be okay, I just need a moment."



I sighed in relief. "Good... okay... Then um, I'll be back in a couple of minutes to check on you."



"O... Okay." She tucked her fists under her chin. She sniffled again and cleared her throat. Speaking a little louder, she made a good suggestion. "If... If it would please you, y... you could take your shower now, Sir."



"I... Yes. All right. Yeah, that's a good idea. Are you sure you'll be okay? I'll be like a few minutes. Maybe ten..."



"Relax, Sir. I'll be fine. May I have a cold washcloth, please?"



"I'll just get it. Would you like a glass of water as well?"



"Sir?"



"Yes, Annie?"



She lifted her head and turned towards me, then laid back down on the pillow, looking up at me. "I'm fine, Sir. I've had worse. Please don't worry."



I sighed and ran my fingers through her hair. "Okay. If you're sure."



"I'm sure." I took one last look at her and accepted her judgment. Making my way into the bathroom, I ran a facecloth under cold water, squeezed it out, and returned to the bedroom. I folded it over Annie's ass and she groaned in appreciation. "Thank you, Sir. I'm okay, honest."



"All right. I'll take my shower now."



When I emerged from the bathroom, the bed was made and Annie was nowhere to be seen. Having donned my new navy blue suit and a light pink shirt, I was struggling with my wide black tie in front of the mirror in the bedroom.



"Would you like a hand with that, Sir?"



Annie stood in the bedroom doorway. The setting sun, though not directly behind her, lit the living room beyond. She oozed warmth and flowed into the room, looking as fresh as a daisy. There was a ready blush in her cheeks as she approached and placed a fresh coffee on my dresser.



"That's for you, Sir," she said before approaching.



"Thanks, Annie."



She smiled up and me and reached for my tie. "May I?"



"By all means," I said, looking down on her as she took it between her fingers, deftly tying a knot. As she worked on it, her eyes flicked up to mine.



"I used to do this for my father, Sir," she whispered. She straightened the knot and placed her palms on my chest, whispering, "You are supposed to tell me how proud of me you are, Sir." As she straightened my collar and patted down my lapels I felt myself starting to smile. She looked up at me and waited.



I took her chin in my hand, gazing into her pale blue eyes, and spoke softly. "Annie, I'm so very proud of you."



A tear came to her eye as she broke into a huge grin. "Oh, I'm so happy! Ugh!" I moved to get her a new tissue and she thanked me and dabed the corner of her eye with it, catching the tear. "Thank you, Sir. And thank you for caring enough to correct me."



"You are welcome, Annie." I leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Come on, pet, let's get to your house so you can change and... do the things women do... before they go out!"



"Yes, Sir!" she said, giggling.



By the time we arrived at the Domina Flagrante we had fifteen minutes to spare. Annie drove. I was far too nervous. I'd left my car at her apartment and we both knew what that meant. When we pulled up and parked a few doors down, I told Annie to wait while I walked around the car to open her door. "Come on, beautiful," I said, taking her hand and guiding her onto the footpath. "The guests will be arriving soon."



She put her keys in her handbag and held it in both hands in front of her. For a moment I was mesmerised. Her curly blonde hair was teased out like a halo around her angelic face, and her makeup was understated, just how I liked it. She wore a figure hugging red silk dress, with a pretty black lace trim around the hem. She looked fabulous. Apart from two inch black pumps and a long black leather coat that I slipped around her shoulders, she wore nothing else.



She looked very sophisticated, and I liked it. Back at her apartment I had asked if she wouldn't be cold without panties and she had explained she would be more comfortable. "The silk is quite soothing," she said.



So there we were, standing in the chill of the evening, about to bark on who knew what, and all I could think about was how lovely she looked. "You are quite stunning this evening, Annie," I told her, reaching for her hand.



She blushed anew, slipping her fingers into mine and stepping close. "I feel fantastic, Sir!"



"You're not too sore?" I asked, caressing the line of her jaw with my fingertips.



"I might wince a little when I sit," she said softly, gazing into my eyes. "But I'll get used to it."



"Not too often, I hope."



"Amen to that," she giggled. "Let's get a cocktail, Sir!"



"Great idea!" I agreed, grinning and kissing her nose under the streetlight. She slipped her arm through mine and held me close as we started walking. My heart thudded in my chest as Annie's heels tapped their way up the wide marble staircase leading to so many possibilities. I wanted to have a good time but I also wanted to be alert. I hoped to God everything went smoothly.



Someone was leaving just as we arrived and we slipped inside. A smiling Jonathan greeted us, just as he had promised me. "Hello, Mr. Moore. Hello Miss Wilkinson," he boomed loudly, with a huge grin on his face. Annie giggled. He leaned into us and whispered more privately, "Mistress gave me a heads up."



I smiled and shook my head thinking, typical.



Jonathan took Annie's coat, informing me, "Mistress would like to see you in the salon right away, Sir."



"Thanks, Jonathan."



He leaned into us, whispering again, "I've been so looking forward to this. We've never had so many vanilla people here at once!" he said, snorting and trying not to laugh. "I'm going to have to watch my P's and Q's!"



"I'm sure you'll be fine. Tell me, is Adrian okay?"



"Yes, Sir. He's recovered. He's in the control room tonight."



I nodded as if I knew what he was talking about. "I better get to the salon, Jonathan. Have a good time tonight, okay?"



"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."



Annie tugged on my sleeve. "May I take a quick trip to the ladies room please, Sir?"



"Of course, pet. Go on." I watched her ass sway as she walked away from me. Looking back over her shoulder and catching me staring, she winked. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. It was going to be an amazing night. I turned back to Jonathan and spoke with him in a whisper. "Jonathan, have you seen Josephine?"



"No, Sir. But if I do, I'm to tell Mistress Chantelle immediately."



"Thank you, Jonathan."



He bowed. "Always a pleasure, Sir. And Sir?"



"Yes, Jonathan?"



"You make a lovely couple, Sir."



I almost blushed myself. "Thank you, Jonathan." He nodded and turned back to his station, waiting by the entranceway. Annie returned and once more threaded her arm through mine.



"Let's go, Sir!" She said, glowing. Together we walked down the red carpet leading to the salon. The lighting was just marginally brighter, but it had a dramatic effect. I was impressed and thanked Chantelle soundlessly as we rounded the entrance to the salon. "Wow!" Annie exclaimed under her breath.



Chantelle stood just inside and broke her conversation as soon as she saw us. We stopped still, watching as she turned to face us in full Dominatrix regalia. Standing in thigh-high boots and black leather hipster shorts, she posed for us with hands on hips and threw her head back, laughing. Under her short black leather jacket, a light blue lacy corset was revealed. Most of her raven hair was in a thick, high ponytail, while curled tendrils hung down, framing her face. She looked incredible.



She squealed as she got closer, reaching both hands for mine, and kissing my cheeks, European style. She turned to Annie. "Annie, you look divine. I love that dress!"



Annie blushed and curtseyed, looking down. "Thank you, Mistress."



Chantelle turned her dancing eyes back to me. "Roger! I'm so excited. I have all kinds of things organised. We are going to have such fun!"



"You're making me nervous, Chantelle!"



"Oh, silly boy. Nothing too crazy, I promise. Just a few things to keep your guests talking about this party for years! Look, here's Claudio!" Chantelle waved him over and kissed him in the same way. I shook his hand and found the huge smile spread across his swarthy face very infectious. Annie stepped up to him and kissed the back of his hand. Claudio was looking at me the whole time like he barely noticed. I nodded to him, unsure what to say.



Chantelle asked if anyone wanted a drink, then pouted theatrically when we all cried, "Yes!"



"Well I can't very well carry all our drinks on my own." She was loving this.



I turned to Annie to ask her to help, but Annie was already speaking. "May I, Mistress?"



"Of course you may, Annie. Such a good girl. Come with me."



Once they were gone, Claudio stepped closer to me. "It's good to see you again, Roger."



"And you, Claudio. I wanted to thank you for teaching Annie all you have. She is a credit to you. I feel like we both owe you a debt of gratitude."



"Nonsense," he said, winking at me. "She's a natural."



"I think she's lovely."



"I agree. Take good care of her, Roger."



"I will."



He nodded. A look of concern came over his face as he said, "I've been meaning to talk to you about Josephine, Roger." I rolled my eyes and Claudio pressed on. "She's as crazy as a cut snake, that woman. I never would have guessed she'd go off the rails like this. No one could have predicted it. I strongly suggest you steer clear of her."



"Don't worry. In the whole scheme of things, I thought she was fun for about a minute."



"Yeah, I know," he said, shaking his head. "I don't know what's triggered it, but I know she has issues with her sister and with Chantelle. I've tried to talk to Chantelle about it, but she thinks I'm imagining it. Josephine has Chantelle wrapped around her little finger."



"I wouldn't know about that. All I know is, that photo you gave me has done the rounds and Josephine has it back again."



Claudio sighed. "Oh, great. That's all we need."



"I don't think she's brazen enough to try to do anything in front of all these people, surely."



"How about we keep an eye on her if we see her?" Claudio suggested.



"Good idea. And I think we could convince Chantelle. She won't be too pleased though. Especially if Josephine was behind Adrian stealing that envelope you gave me."



"He what?"



I shook my head. "It's a long story."



"Well, I'm not so sure it's a good idea to tell Chantelle about all this. It could wait until tomorrow..."



"Yeah, I agree."



"Okay. Here they come," he said, nodding in their direction.



Chantelle and Annie returned to us with drinks in hand. Chantelle looked so alive and happy. A few hours wouldn't make any difference, would it? "What have you boys been talking about, football, I suppose?" Chantelle asked, passing Claudio his drink.



"Nothing important," piped up Claudio.



"Here you are, Sir," said Annie, handing me a drink with an umbrella in it. "A marguerita," she giggled. "The umbrella was Mistress Chantelle's idea."



"Thanks, pet," I said, kissing her forehead. Chantelle winked at me then shared a knowing smile with Claudio.



"So Roger," Chantelle began, "Everything's set. Cocktails till nine P.M., then into the Main Hall for food and drinks, with entertainment and dancing until late. How does that sound?"



I looked at my watch. It was seven forty-five. "Perfect."



"Oh, I nearly forgot, Chantelle exclaimed. "Has anyone seen Josephine?"



"I haven't seen her here, if that's what you mean, Chantelle," I said quickly.



"I was just wondering if she's coming. I haven't seen her all day." She looked at her watch. "Maybe she can't make it..."



I didn't know what to say. If I told her I knew Josephine was coming with Sylvia in tow, she'd wonder what was going on, and drag me off to explain it all to her. By now there simply wasn't time for that. I noticed a couple of lawyers and their wives entering the salon and nodded toward them. "I have guests."



Chantelle followed my eyes. "Let's greet them! Claudio, don't you have to go check on something?"



"As a matter of fact, I probably should. I'll see you all in a bit." he said, heading for the kitchen.



Chantelle took charge, slipping her arm through mine. "C'mon Annie, grab Roger's other arm." Annie grinned and held onto me tightly, smiling into my eyes. Chantelle looked at us and rolled her eyes teasingly. "Oh, stop it. You're making me sick!" She giggled, leading us over to welcome our first guests. Couples began entering almost constantly and, as usual, Chantelle the consummate host took over magnificently.



Surely my anxiety was misplaced. After all, it was just a party. What could go wrong?




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The Substitute

curiosity pleases the cat



I received a call late last night asking me if I could fill for the day teaching a class over at the high school. I immediately said, “ yes.” I could really use the money right know.


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I arrived at the school about 40 minutes early and the principal greeted me and then gave me a tour around the school. He brought me to a door marked private, and informed me this was for special employees and I was to stay out. This made me very curious as to what was behind that door.

The morning started off well and in between classes I saw a lot of traffic going in and out of the door marked private. This made my curiosity grow even stronger. Now I knew I wanted to see what was behind that door, why not, I am staff here at least for the day.

I could hardly wait until lunch time and in the meanwhile I just had to find a way in there, since I didn’t have a key.

It was finally time to release the class for lunch. I decided I would just walk right behind the next person that goes in and just act like I belong in there. If I get caught and get fired, it’s not like I will be out much. And being a nosy female, my curiosity is getting the better of me.

I saw a woman approaching the door and I immediately got behind her, she turned around and smiled at me as she said “hello.” For a moment I felt a chill run up my spine as I felt she was undressing me with her eyes. I thought maybe it was just my nerves, I kept telling myself. She put her key into the door and slowly opened it. I inched my way into the room, once in I could not believe my eyes! Every table in the room had someone on it being fucked, sucked or licked, and some all of the above. The room smelled of sweat and sex and moans could be heard from every direction. My face felt flush and I could not believe my eyes. Over in the corner was the principal getting his cock sucked by a petite blonde while another male was eating her pussy. To my surprise I started to get excited as I felt my clit start to throb and my pussy getting wet. The woman I followed in, turned to me and said “ you must be new here.” I told her “ this is my first day here.” She asked me if I would like a personal tour and I nodded yes. She grabed my hand and we walked through the tables watching and listening to all the pleasure. She said this is where they all gathered to release stress from their dailey lives.

We walked to an empty table in the middle of the room and she asked me if I wanted her to show me some stress relief and I said yes without any hesitation, much to my surprise, but all this sex going on around me was making me very aroused.

She placed a gentle kiss on my lips and started to unbutton my blouse. I started to stop her and then I felt another set of hands grab mine. I looked up to see another female, wearing nothing but a smile. The woman kissing me said, “ by the way my name is Tina and this is Laura, what is yours?”

“ Kim” I replied as Laura told me to just relax and enjoy the ride. I started kissing Tina back welcoming her tongue in my mouth. Laura began to suck my nipples causing them to be rock hard. They laid me back onto the table and Tina continued to kiss me passionately as Laura began to kiss and lick down my flat belly sliding her tongue into my naval. I could not stand the wait any longer and I grabed Laura’s head placing her face between my legs and into my waiting wet pussy. I pushed her mouth into my clean shaven mound as I moaned and begged for her to eat my throbing wet pussy. She instantly began to lick and suck my clit causing me to scream and beg for more.

Tina pulled away from my mouth and crawled over me resting her own wetness right in m6y face. I began to suck Tina’s wet pussy and fuck her hole with my tongue savoring every drop of her sweet nectar.

I grabed Laura’s head again forcing her face harder onto my pussy as I came and squirted my juices into her waiting mouth. Tina began to grind her muff faster and harder onto my waiting mouth as she groaned loudly and I felt my mouth fill with her sweet cum as I sucked harder and swallowed every drop.

I suddenly felt someone else near me, as I looked down I saw the principal standing there stroking his dick. Before I new it he plowed his big cock into my dripping wet cunt. Slamming it in and out of my pussy hard and fast. It didn’t take long for me to feel the the wave of another orgasm as it shot through my body. He felt my pussy cumming all over him and this sent him to his own climax but he pulled his cock out of my pussy and shoved it in my mouth and told me to suck every last drop. Which I eagerly did as his hot sticky cum exploded deep into my throat. I almost could not swallow all of his juice.

Just as the principal pulled out someone flipped me over and stuck his cock in my ass, as I started to scream another cock was shoved into my mouth. Tina started licking and sucking my clit and that sent my body into a pure numbness as the greatest feeling of pleasure took over. I started sucking the cock in my mouth hard and hungrily as I gently played with his balls and then it all happened at once, first the cock in my mouth shot load after load of hot cum into my mouth almost drowning me. That sent me into the biggest orgasm ever as I blew the biggest nut of my life into Tina’s waiting mouth as she sucked vigorously on my pussy. As my pussy convulsed and gushed Tina sucked harder as my juices splashed all over her face. This caused the cock in my ass to shoot his load deep into my ass hole as I felt his cum drip out of my hole on every stroke as he pumped the last of his load into me.

We all rested for awhile and I just laid there with a smile and a cock on my face, thinking how happy I was to have been so nosy that day. Just then the principal came up and asked if I could fill in again tomorrow???



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Playing with Alex

Finally finding out what it's like with another girl


I've been toying with doing this for a while and find the buzz from 'exposing' some of my experiences to be incredibly exciting in itself. All the more so as I'm not a 'flaunt it' type of girl in normal life. More than once a new boyfriend as been taken by surprise once things get personal. The following details a few events, but focuses on one of my most 'illicit' sides - playing with another girl. I am to all intents and purposes completely straight, except to the very few who know. Hope you enjoy this as much I have putting it all down... (all names changed etc)

Briefly about me, 26, in a professional position, UK and looking for the right man. I'm 5' 9", usually keeping to just under 9 stone through running. I'm not your 'god's gift' but I do like my bum and legs.

Me and Sarah, a friend of mine were chatting in my room at Uni late on a Saturday night after having been out and we were just chilling out with a cup of tea talking about everything and nothing. At about the same time, we realised there were moans coming from Andy and his girlfriend Bex next door. This wasn't the first time I'd heard them at it. To be honest, first time I was left thinking aaaarrrhh! please, I really don't want to know. It was only afterwards, and the second and subsequent times that I was left hot and bothered. I couldn't help thinking about it being me that Andy was giving a good seeing too, and me begging for more as I held his naked body tight and he repeatedly thrusted (what I imagined to be) his beautiful cock into me.

So when the two of us heard them my first reaction was to pretend mock horror. But Sarah had no such inhibitions and went 'wow - is that Andy at it with Bex?' There was a big smile on her face and I knew she liked him as well. I explained how it wasn't a first and if Bex went to form, she would probably be taking a while to get there. Sarah wanted to know all the details which I filled her in on and together we listened to them. At one point she reckoned he's was going down one her and that she was soooo jealous...

I'd never quite had a conversation like this before and the thought of us discussing Andy going down, that we'd both love that and frankly would love to be taken by him had both of us flush. Eventually Andy's magic clearly took Bex to orgasm with her trying badly to muffle her gasps and 'fuck me baby'.

With it all over, I said something like 'yup - welcome to the porn channel!' and she said something like if she was alone she would have taken care of things personally. We both knew exactly that she was talking about masturbating and for some inexplicable and unlike me thing to say, I told her I had done just that on a previous occasion.

She said no way! and basically dared me to do it right there and then. Of course I said no way - you're here and anyway I can't belief I just told you I did that...

Sarah then said 'well it's not as if it's not natural' and she had better make a move to her room so that we could both sort ourselves out. Of course I had to dare her back, not thinking she would, but she said she would if I did. Well of course I wouldn't but she said go on - you chicken, and put her own hand down her jeans. This was getting a bit out of hand for me, but she kept saying, I dare you - I am... I'm finger fucking myself... Bet you wont...

So that was it, I undid my bottoms and started diddling. We both looked at each other until it got too much and got into the orgasm. She made it first which only encouraged me to finish off with a flourish. Whereupon we both fell about with laughter. Well that was as far as that went and I think it was just an unwritten thing that it was fun, private but nothing to repeat or go further.

But it did influence an event a couple of years ago. Out of Uni and at my house which he shared with 2 other guys. Again it was late and we were getting ready for bed when his housemate and his girlfriend started having sex. I said, hello! are they normally this loud? The bf was a bit barrassed.

But I thought, hey, been here before and the idea of the two of them fucking one another was turning me on. So I asked him if he wanted to have some fun? Before he good find out how far I meant, I pulled the duvet off. He was naked and a hard on gave away his true thoughts on the creaking springs. Playing the dominant role, I told him he wasn't allowed to say anything, just do as he was told. I stripped and straddled his head, telling him to get to work. He didn't need telling twice and his tongue (one of his very worthwhile skills) got to work on my puss.

With the springs rhythm speeding up, I thought time wasn't on our side so I cut the foreplay, sat back and told him he was going to get a fuck. With that, I guided his cock straight in as I rode him hard. Normally I'm not the overly confident type, but just then it seemed easy. I was in control, he felt so good inside me and next door were now fucking hard. I talked dirty to my man as I rode him harder and harder. I wasn't going to orgasm but for me the sense of power and dominance was everything. Meanwhile he was half wondering what had happened to his gf and half who cares! Next door climaxed and I told him to come for me. That I wanted him cum inside me, to fill my wet pussy up. To watch his face as he held my boobs and I fucked his lovely cock was fantastic. To give really is better sometimes than getting, and right at his orgasm, I felt like a complete woman.

The next day I jokingly mentioned to the other girl that their bed springs need oiling. She didn't know what to say so I just told her not to worry, it got us going and I was doing exactly what she was telling her man to do to her. I joked that I never realised I was into foursomes... (without thinking about the connotation).

Anyway a couple of weeks or so later after it was all forgotten, I happened to be at the bathroom sink when she shouted if the shower was free. I shouted back to 'be my guest'. Next thing I know, she walks in stark naked with a couple of towels in her hand. She is something of the archetypal slim babe with delectable small boobs. She made out that she didn't have a care in the world but it still left me half barrassed and half - mind if I have a look, especially as that's about as trimmed a brazilian as one can get. I knew instantly (it wasn't just the nudeness - I just knew) that she was making a pass. Only trouble was that I had been taken by surprise, I had a bf and on top of that, I really didn't fancy her bf. I couldn't get that excited about her when I knew he'd been there too.

I was lost for the right thing to say and something like, babe you are hot - I wish I had that figure, came out. In return, she flattered me, but I just knew it wasn't going anywhere and made my exit. There's been a few nights where the whole thing has been worked into a hot fantasy of mine and we end up having wild sex in the shower, but in truth, it wasn't on the cards.

Then there is Alex. She was an ex work mate. About 38, divorced with 2 of the cutest boys. She gets on OK with their father and if there is such a thing as a 'good' split, it seems that they've got one.

We worked at the same firm and would occasionally nip into town together for coffee or shopping. It was a strange one as she worked in an unconnected department and was considerably senior to me, but somehow we managed to avoid the politics which was the life and soul of the place.

Keeping fit was the initial bond. As I've said, my thing is running. I used to be pretty good at Uni, and reckon to be able to hold my own against most and that includes guys. Alex was a gym rat and would invariably work off the lunch hour in the body combat or whatever class. We each thought our fitness regime was better than the others for whatever reason. It didn't take much for her to persuade me to try out her classes. Nothing to do with the fact that I did think she was attractive, nor was there any indication that something might be on the cards, more a case of - OK, I reckon I can show you.

The gym is walking distance and the class was good fun. I was surprised - I like it. The classes were different to my normal thing of being able to zone out and get pumped, and the was no lack of being knackered by the end. Of course, one of the perks was having to shower afterwards. There I got to see her great physique. She had clearly looked after herself during and after pregnancy and whilst her boobs showed some sag, the fact was that she was a very definite yummy mummy.

The classes became a regular thing and then one weekend we agreed to go shopping together. Outside work I saw a different side to her. She was more chilled out and wanted to make use of the time when the boys were with their father. So it was shop after shop, glass of wine and non-stop chatter between the two of us. Friends, most definitely, confidants to some extent. She would tell me about the few guys she had tried to strike up a relationship and I would give her the latest gossip on my life and (at the time) all the failed and weird internet dates. We talked sex, she loved hearing all the dirty details of my passion like and I loved telling her. We even went to Ann Summers to get her a vibrator as she had never actually got round to trying one out. But there was nothing more personal between us.

That changed when we were having a coffee one day and she confirmed her first set of batteries had been worn out barrassingly quickly. Sometime life does just 'happen at the right time' and at that moment two drop dead gorgeous guys walked past us, turning us both into giggling and lustful school girls. I said 'who needs a rabit...' and Alex then said 'imagine being the sandwich between those two...!

'You mean... erm... at the same time?'

'Yes babe - both, front and back'. She had the devils own smirk on her face. I had to know more...

She revealed that with her ex, they weren't averse to trying out new extracurricular activities. This had included fulfilling her biggest fantasy of two guys at once. By this time my jaw had hit the table and seeing the interest/shock in my face, said immediately that she hadn't told anyone about this before. 'Well you can't stop now Alex..'

It seemed that sex was one thing that had worked really well for them, so much so that even following the split, and with some of the day to day stuff out the way, it had sparked up again. This included a few occasions when she would leave the kids with her parents on the pretext of having a girls night out. Unknown to them, she was actually meeting up with the ex for a night of fun and on some occasions even visiting a swingers party.

My blushes were probably showing that I was way over my depth and she started backtracking, but then she also had my interest and I wasn't going to let go.

Over the course of 6 months, they had some of the best sex ever and done things which she said literally took her into orgasmland as she put it. Slowly she started to give. It was at one of the swinger parties that she found the right guy to try out double penetration. Over the next few minutes, I got to hear of the good bits and bad bits, safety, what really goes on and whether it was any good (her smile answered that one).

Finally I put a question forward on one thing she hadn't talked about.

'But what about... Well... Ermm... Don't girls... .... ....'

'You mean do girls play with other girls?'

'Errr... yeah...'

'Well you do whatever you feel like or don't feel like and it's all very comfortable. There's no pressure at all'.

'Oh... OK'.

She laughed at me. 'Zadi, you are funny. You want to know if I'm a raving lesbo...'

'No... of course not...'

'Yes you do!!! and don't worry I'm not barrassed. Let's just say I don't reserve myself exclusively to men. It's quite nice on the other side too... But don't worry I'm not going to jump you - even though you are gorgeous'. She just smiled. I was probably a deep crimson by now. My panties were soaked through and she just sat there all serene and beautiful. I was a nervous and sex filled wreck.

The spell was broken by a passerby and Alex said, 'Well now I've told you everything about my sordid past, we really need to get back - we are mega late'. I tried to be cool but my smile and shock told her that I was fascinated and horny as hell to know more.

We walked back to the office, she checked I wasn't freaked out and I let her know I was just intrigued and a bit jealous of her 'wider experience' over me. She told me something like 'all good things come in time...' And that was it, back to work.

As it happened, we didn't get to the gym together for 2 weeks after that. She was away, I couldn't make it and stuff. So when we did eventually go, I was pretty nervous. Nothing else had been said between us and we both made out that all was normal. In the shower I was wondering if she was going to say something but before I knew it, we were out the door. I didn't even get to see her in the flesh. I started thinking - just as it was getting interesting, I've blown it.

The next day it was back for a work out and boy the leader killed us. We got back to the changing rooms with the rest of the class dead too. The shower seemed to ease the fatigue though and I could make out Alex's form through the frosted glass. She too was standing still, running her hand through her hair. At that moment, I knew I wanted her. I wanted to feel her skin on my hands, kiss every inch of her beautiful body, hold her tight and taste her sex.

We emerged refreshed and endorfin filled from the work out, saying how that felt good and she flashed her sexy smile at me. Back at the lockers we were in a quiet corner and I dropped the towel before reaching for my bag. Alex simply went 'Mm mmm...! Jack's a lucky guy' (the bf I'd been dating for awhile).

'Only he's not on the agenda anymore and anyway hadn't got to find out what he would be missing.' I explained that things hadn't worked out on the previous weekend.

'Sorry' said Alex.

'Don't worry - I'm really not loosing any sleep and knew it wasn't really working out in the first place'.

We got dressed and left.

As we walked back to the office, we just chatted. I was beginning to realise that if I was going to get anywhere, I would have to start making moves myself. Alex was either not looking for fun with me, or else was going to play very safe and polite. As we turned into the last street, I asked her, 'Alex...'

'Yes'

'Can I ask a silly question?'

'Sure babe'. She stopped.

'Would you be... err... Well...' I was being really crap and just stuttered for what seemed an age. She was just relaxed and looked at me. Frankly she was looking horny as hell with her lovely smile.

Eventually I thought - Hey Zadi, you are normally so together - just say it... So I did.

'Alex - OK, do you want to fuck?'

She smiled, started to laugh but checked herself.

'Sorry Babe (my heart sank - shit I've totally screwed up) I didn't expect it to come out quite like that.' She smiled again. 'Yes Babe, I'd love to... fuck' and we giggled. 'Let's get back and I'll email you'.

At that moment a whole load of emotions went through me and over the next couple of days, we chatted about things and put a date in the diary for the following Saturday afternoon. Fast forwarding to then...

She turned up at my place. I was beside myself, had spent god knows how long thinking and sorting out everything and eventually there she was at the door, looking beautiful, elegant and edible. All the flirting, waiting, wondering and nerves vanished within about 10 seconds.

Alex said hi, stepped inside, I closed the door, she handed me a cold bottle of wine, I said thanks, was about to turn away when she said, 'don't I get a welcome?'

I just stood whilst she, in slow motion, drew closer and closer. Her eyes held mine, her scent filled my vicinity, her lips parted, her nose brushed mine as I felt her hands touch me, I heard her tell me how beautiful I was, I was floating, and then I felt her lips kiss mine. Slowly, barely touching, caressing, nuzzling. Her sweet breath against my mouth, a hand on my neck. Our heads tipped sideways and I kissed back. It was so soft, so delicious, so feminine so sexy.

Nibling, kissing, touching, purring. I felt her tongue and parted my lips. Mine felt hers and the ice had completely melted. My arms went to her body, she caressed mine, our delicate kiss became a ravenous braces. For five minutes we must have just stood there, urgently kissing, running our hands up and down, through hair, moaning. Eventually we came up for air and Alex simply said - Mmm, that was good.

We managed to open the wine and settled down to some prolonged making out. We started at the kitchen. God the feel of her thigh between my legs as she pressed it into my pussy and I purred back. We moved to the sofa. There we simply caressed each other's face, tracing our features, down around the neck. Alex opened the buttons of her top to reveal a white bra. I could see her breast heaving and I ran my fingers over the exposed skin. I cupped her with my hand. I could feel her hard nipple. She undid my top and smiled as my unclad came into view. As she touched my nipples, shots of sensation ran through me.

She got up and led the way to the bedroom.

There, she stood back and undid the rest of her blouse, holding my sight all the time. It fell to the floor. Then she undid the buttons to her jeans, one by one before feeling her butt, biting her tongue and easing them down her legs. She whispered - 'I'm going to fuck you babe. I'm going to fuck you into heaven.' My pussy was so wet and I just couldn't move. I wanted her whole body. Then came her bra. She held a boob and rub a nipple. With the other hand, she reached down to her pussy and caressed herself. My breathing was loud and heavy. She kept on teasing me with her body as I just stood transfixed. Totally in her control. Then came off her panties. My eyes followed the very edge of the elastic. Lower and lower over her pubic mound. Only this time there was no hair to be seen. She was completely bare.

Naked, Alex came up to me and placed my hand on her boob. I felt and massaged it. Rolled the nipple, feeling the hardness. I ran my hand over her chest, up her neck, exploring, wandering. Over the other breast, over her tummy, down, around the top of her bum, her hip and then I could take it no more. My fingers came round the front and found her pubic mound. Alex just looked deep into my eyes with that gorgeous smile of hers as I went lower, finding the top of her pussy lips. My fingers went to the side before closing in on their soaking wet centre. Alex gasped as I did so and I gently massaged her lips, feeling their soft warmth. Then I brought them up to my nose, was overpowered by their lush scent and tasted her delectable sweetness on my tongue.

Alex took control again, slowly undressing me. She kissed every inch of my skin as it was uncovered. I was bathed in a her caressing tongue, fingers and whispered nothings telling me how much she wanted me and found me desirable. The first time her touch ran up the inside of my thighs I thought I would orgasm right there. I was craving for her to touch my pussy, but time and time again she refused to draw down my panties. Instead she would get a little bit nearer before drawing away. She kissed my knees and worked up to my hips. Over to my tummy and down the other leg. Over and over.

She lay me down on the bed and came down beside me. We kissed slowly then urgently then slowly. Running our hands up and down each other, feeling the warmth between our bodies. The exquisite sensation of my bare breasts against hers was heaven. Her leg was pushing into my pussy, I rocked my hips and pushed my wet lips against in urgent need for release. Eventually, she began to work her way down my torso. Still kissing every morsel of skin. Over my breasts, lingering at the nipples and on to the tummy where she sucked and tongued and teased. Finally, she went lower. Her tongue found the elastic of my panties and still she teased me. Down to the thighs, up to my pussy and then with her nose, nuzzling against my clit. Oh how I wanted her. I begged her to take me, to give me what I needed.

She pulled down my panties to reveal my wide open pussy. Her tongue neared my lips, circled as I watched her, through the sparse hair I had left above, raked the sides and then probed my vagina. Yes, yes. Please. She slowly licked, caressed, nuzzled and then circled my clit. Up and down, shallow over my puss, then gradually deeper. Drinking in all that I was there. With my hips bucking against her, crying out for everything, I felt her take me in. Her slow caresses became deep eating. From clit to pussy to clit, taking me whole, diving in as deep as she could, savouring my sex.

Her nose against me and tongue deep inside was everything I had hoped for as I began to orgasm. The build up had been so prolonged that it felt like an explosion deep inside which flooded my whole body with rippling pleasure. I felt her move to centre on my clit and give me it all. I held her tight against me as wave after wave hit me and I gasped with release. Just as I expected it to fade, so the next orgasm started to build. Over and over it went on, with Alex seemingly working magic deep inside me. I must have cum five or six times until the final one which seemed to flow from somewhere so deep and rather than peak, washed over like a tidal wave of pure relaxed fulfillment.

Alex drew away as I lay in a comatose aura. It took a minute or two as I felt the wonder permeate me. She moved up next to me, a lovely smile on her face, which showed she knew the pleasure she had given me. Her face gleamed with my own wetness. My scent was beautiful on her and we drew together in a deep kiss.

After a rest, I got to return some of what she had given to me. There were so many exquisite moments for me, both then and over the next few weeks and months.

There was the first taste of pussy. That aroma, the feel of soft lips, the sight of her hairless sex, the texture against my tongue and nose, the aural excitement of her orgasms and bucking hips as I hung on to her. The taste was like nectar.

Then I couldn't get enough of her smooth round bum and perfect tight bum hole. The feel of it against my wiggling tongue, my face buried deep between her cheeks, her legs spasming as I probed, licked and pointed deep into her tight hole. I love to be rimmed and found that I loved to give to her. It had never turned me on to give it to a guy. Maybe it was the smooth hairless skin and it was also just seemed squeaky clean. Getting it sends waves of pleasure through my pelvis, emanating from my butt. Oooo I can almost feel it now, it's so horny, bad and downright sexy.

The first time I was caressing and massaging Alex whilst she was on her front after an afternoon of love making. I was gazing at how beautiful she was, the perfect curves of her butt, her legs slightly open so that I could see her bare cunt (by now she had got me bare as well) and her small slightly brown pucked bum hole. God it was edible.

I began by just running my hand over her bum back and legs. She was purring with pleasure. Over and over, up and down, around her bum, into the crevice and out again. Obviously I knew she was keen on anal play so this time I just decided to go in without asking. I lent down to kiss her all over her back and thighs, before concentrating on her bum cheeks. I lay down between her legs which I had opened up. Her cunt was exquisite. Her perfect lips opened up, the short perineum (just gagging for a tongue tip to caress) to her butt hole with those tight creases into her rosebud.

I licked and kissed all over before making my circles smaller and smaller. Every so slightly closing in on her crevice. Licking from the top of her crack, tracing down between her cheeks. Making the touch almost imperceptible. She loved it and was cooing at me...

'MM yeah, oh that's good..., yeah do me...'

My nose dragged down and my tongue came back up. I circled her bud round and round and then brought it over, then back. Just tracing and feeling the tight closure. Alex was now moaning. I teased her, 'Mmm you like that sexy? Mmm you want to feel good? Mmm you want my tongue...?'

'MMM Yes babe, do me, do me... I need you, oh god it's so good'

'Oh yes, you taste so good... Ooo babe my tongue loves your bum... Oh you feel good... oh you are so fuckable... Oh if I had a cock...'

I licked, probed, darted, flicked in around on her hole. Putting a cushion under her hips, I pulled her cheeks apart and went in now in full. Round her rosebud, over her, dabing and full on feeling the firm muscle pushing against me. Then pushing my tongue into a tip and pressed it directly into her centre, moaning myself, pulling out and saying, ooo I'm going to tongue fuck your bud... Then taking my finger and slowly fucking her in and out, watching my finger gently push against and ease inside, wetting it with my tongue, feeling the tight warmth, the tight grip on me. She just sighed and I had to touch my own clit it was so horny. If only there had been a guy to fuck me from behind, feeling the length of his shaft furrow into my own cunt fuck me. I would have been in perfect heaven.

Alex tasted so good. I was able to open her up a bit, teasing the sides of her bum hole and then delving in with my tongue. Eventually I realised she needed to cum. So I rolled her on her side so I could 69 spoon her from behind. Grabing her rabit, I slipped it into her sopping cunt and moved her hand to hold it. She raised her leg slightly and as I rimmed her most forbidden hole, watched the shaft of the vibrator ease in and out right in front of me, its plastic scent mixing with her own. Her writhing increased, the incongruent whirring of the motor almost matched her heavier breathing and groans. My tongue lashed her rosebud, desparately trying to extend deep inside her hot anus, to fuck her deep and long. As her orgasm built, so I became consumed the wholly forbidden nature of our sex and desire to match the rabit as she had both holes well and truly taken care of. 'Oh yes, oh yes, oh fuck, god yes, fuck oh fuck, fuck...' Barely being able to breathe myself, I just focused on fucking my tongue into her butt, in and out, rimming the edge and fucking her again and again, my face buried between her bum. She came with groans and cries and I could feel her shivers as I held on tight. Reverberations trbling throughout her body. And then as they faded, it was her turn to collapse in the afterglow of orgasm, recuperating and letting the pleasure radiated through her limbs. I held myself close to her, caressing those beautiful legs, kissing her bum and feeling my torso up against hers.

Something I hadn't ever done before was calling the pussy a cunt. As I write it here, all the old feelings I had about that word come back. It's horrible. But when were having sex, begging Alex to 'lick my cunt' seemed completely different.

For a while our sex continued when able. At times I dearly wished for a hard cock to be there too (vibrators just weren't the same) but otherwise it was utterly amazing. The number of times I've played with myself thinking about it is innumerable. We considered the idea of going to a swinger party as I was quite keen, but in practice we never actually made it.

Then Alex left the firm and although we were having great sex, there was nothing else there. And that can't go on forever...



Phew.. that was a bit longer than expected, it's difficult to know when to stop and when to keep going. My hope is that you liked it. Actually, no that is beating round the bush. My hope is that you had a great orgasm over it!!! I'd love to hear back your thoughts (particularly if you did have some fun). That's half the excitement for me... Zadi x


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The show



She felt herself getting tired as her show was about to end for the night. "4 more songs and I am done" she thought, then he walked in. She took a second look when he entered the bar, he was about 6 foot med build and hot as fuck. He glanced her way as he walked by. She felt a shiver run down deep in her spine. He ordered a drink and sat at the end of the bar. He could see her from where he was sitting and never took his eye's off her. She felt conscious of him as she picked up the microphone to sing. She chose "lips of and angel" by Hinder wanting to impress him with her soft deep voice. She finished the song knowing that he never took his eye's off her the whole time. She started her last song and started packing up her gear. He watched her as she skillfully took each piece apart not interrupting any of the music playing. When the song finished she pulled the rest of her cords and walked over to the speakers trying to lift them off their stands. He noticed her having a little of a hard time with them and offered his help hoping she would accept his help and give him a smile. He had been coming to her shows for quite a while she just didn't know it due to the fact he usually hid in the back where she couldn't see him. He loved her voice and had fallen for her hard even though he had not even said one word to her in all that time. She jumped as he came up from behind and just about lost the speaker till he caught it. "thanks" she said "that could have cost alot" she smiled. Aww the payment he wanted, he loved her smile. "It's no problem" he said, "may I help with the other?" She blushed and stammered "yes". He helped her with the rest of her equipment and when they were done loading her truck up she turned to ask him if he wanted to go for coffee her treat. She bumped him in the chest as she turned to catch him before he left. His musky scent so intoxicating she felt light headed, "yes, I will join you for a cup but it's on me" "alright" she followed him to the nearby 24 hour dinner. Wondering all the time what am I doing I don't even know this guy but damn he was hot.

They chatted a while in the dinner and she started to feel pretty comfortable and brave and asked him if he would like to come to her house for breakfast. He was fascinated by her she was beautiful, sensual and smart to. He agreed and followed her to her home. They fooled around in the kitchen with all the fixings for pancakes. When some syrup ended up on her cheek he took the opportunity to kiss off the excess with his lips. She looked up into his eyes and lost it, she kissed him back deep and long. He pulled her long blonde hair gently just so hard enough to be able to reach the nape of her neck with his soft lips. he leaned her against the counter as he began to trail kisses along her neck and face. She had never done anything like this before it was scary but erotic as hell.. He knew what he was doing and she leaned against the counter with shaky legs. He knew that she was lost in the moment and scooped her up in one fast flash and carried her to the bedroom.

He laid her on the bed and asked her "do you want this?" all she could muster was a soft "yes". He began to unbutton her top taking his time at each button and kissing the flesh beneath. She had never felt such Ecstasy in her life. He slipped her blouse off and unsnapped the front of her bra, she had the most beautiful perfect breasts he had seen in a long time. Just as he had envisioned them while he fantasized at her shows. He began to kiss the area between them making him self stay away from the hard nipples he wanted to make it last and show her his love for her. He cupped the left breast and just gently blew on the nipple not quite sucking it yet, teasing her he was. She was moaning softly wondering when she would get to feel his lips on her taunt breast, she grabed his head and pressed him to her breast. He couldn't take it anymore he sucked her nipples hard squeezing and massaging them hard with his rough manly hands. She began to buck under his touch and moaning loudly, she pushed him further down her belly. He stopped at her buttoned slacks, in one instant he undid her buttons and slid them off revealing a white lacy pair of cotton panties. He looked up at her and smiled, she looked down and giggled a little said "I like the fit" he just smiled and pulled them off to one side discovering and very well trimmed pussy. He seen she had a perfectly shaved heart above her lips and the rest was smooth to the touch. He felt he could almost cum just from the aroma drifting from her pussy but as he leaned in for his first taste he felt a shiver down his spine as her taste was decadent. He slowly began to lick her lips gently, paying close attention to her moans, he knew when he would hit her sweet spot just by her actions. He grabed her panties from underneath feeling her round ass cheeks as he pulled them off. They felt like perfectly shaped melons. He spread her legs and started kissing her inner thighs she moaned and shifted impatiently one the bed. He slowly spread her lips with his finger giving him access to her waiting nub. Her clit throbed feeling his breath close to it, she wanted to grab his head but fought back the urge wanting to feel every thing. He began to flick her clit with his rock hard tongue, she shuddered into an instant orgasm lifting her hips off the bed and into his waiting mouth. He took all she had coming out of her love hole lapping it as fast as his tongue would allow. When she calmed a bit he inserted 2 fingers into her cunny finding her g spot he began to massage it tenderly while licking around her now swollen clit. She couldn't believe what was happening a man had never made her feel this way, she started to buck against his fingers wanting them deeper inside her. He began to suck her clit hard knowing she was nearing another orgasm. He thrust his fingers deep in her pussy lapping wildly at her clit. She tightened around his fingers and moaned loudly as her orgasm exploded. He sat up and pulled off his shirt.

He climbed up over her body and looked into her eyes with part love part lust. She pulled him to her into a deep kiss. She could taste her cum on his lips, she had never tasted herself before and it was sweet to the taste. They rolled side ways one the bed never letting go of the brace.. She pushed him to his back and began to travel his neck with the sweetest kisses he had ever felt. She stopped at his nipples paying close attention to the tips. She began to massage his chest, it was a nice patch of hair and this turned her on to no end, she loved a man with a hairy chest. She lowered her self to his navel tracing the outside with her finger, he moaned with pleasure. She grabed his button on his jeans and in a flash they were gone. She began to massage his hard mber through his boxers. She could feel his cock pulsate as she blew a hot breath on his cock. She slid them off marveling at the sheer size of his cock. She wasn't sure she would be able to take him all the way in her mouth. She looked up and his eyes were blazing wanting her to take suck his cock. She licked the tip greedily eating the precum oozing out. She began to trace the hard veins along the sides of his cock with her finger teasing him as he teased her. She spit on his cock to lube it up a bit then began to pump his tool with her hand as she began to suck on his balls. They tasted so good. She came up for air and he grabed her face and directed her to his cock. He couldn't take it anymore and moaned loudly as she began to suck his cock. She could feel his cock pulsating in her mouth as she sucked the tip. She took a deep breath relaxed her throat muscles and took his cock all the way to the base. Swallowing hard she felt him respond to her. She began to swallow his cock as if it were a cool glass of water using her throat muscles to massage the tip as she sucked. He had never felt a woman take him that deep before and it was more than he could handle he felt his cum building inside his balls. She opened her throat just as he came hard he began to buck against her face holding her head in just the right position he dumped his load deep in her mouth. He was surprised when he looked down not seeing a drop of cum on her face, she had taken the whole load without question.

She gave him a sly smile and moaned her approval. He was impressed by skills she was able to take all 9 inches with out question. She crawled back up to him and snuggled into his chest. Just laying there made her feel safe. She began to trace circles around the head of his cock with her hand, responding to her touch he began to grow full length again. He kissed her nose and rolled her to onto her back and rubed his large mber against her clit. She moaned in pleasure. He guided his cock to her wanting hole inserting just the tip. She felt tight against his cock he knew she hadn't been with a man for a very long time, slowly he worked his girth spreading her slowly as he entered.She gasped as his cock entered her, she could feel his arms shake as he tried to control his thrust. Bucking her hips up she took him deep to his balls exploding into a orgasm. He felt her walls clasp onto his cock and began to fuck her slow. Slowly he felt her walls loosen as she began to meet his thrust with her hips. She grabed his ass cheeks pulling him deeper into her hot cunt, her mind was gone as she wildly bucked against him. She felt his balls slapping her asshole as he began to fuck her faster. He drove his cock deeper and faster in to her cunt as she cried out in ecstasy. She wrapped her legs around his waist looked him in the eye and said "fuck me hard", "oh god your pussy is so tight" he said as he thrust deep into her wet hot hole. He grabed her legs put them over his shoulders and fucked her hard moaning in pleasure he pummeled her cunt with his engorged cock. Deeper he went till he couldn't get any further. He felt his balls building and flipped her over on to her stomach lifting her hips he shoved his cock deep into her from behind. He slowed his strokes wanting to hold on as long as he could. She began to force herself faster onto his cock. Feeling her tighten around his cock she milked his cock deep into her wanting pussy. He began to fuck her hard. Grabing her perfect ass cheeks he thrust his cock deep into her pussy. He felt a vice like grip around his cock as she began to come hard screaming out her pleasure, he thrust deep into her pussy and unloaded his cum. She quickly pulled off his cock and took sucked the last drops of cum coming from his cock. Looking up she smiled and licked her lips. They fell onto the bed in a heap. He knew she was the one went he first saw her sing that first song. Now he new for sure that she was the one........


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