Sunday, March 21, 2010

Dim Dreamy Morning

She woke in the dim morning with the weight of his arm across her chest, his hardness against her hip, his fingertips gently stroking her mound right at the spot at the top of her delicate folds. She moved herself against his warm cock and felt it leave a wet, silky trail along her side.

His beard prickled her neck, "I've been awake," he whispered in her ear, "imagining us with our lovely new friend." She moaned, as memories of caressing and kissing those soft, supple breasts washed through her still-dreamy mind. Her hips lifted and spread, and his fingertip parted her lips and dipped within, smearing her wetness over her bud as he drew it upwards.

"You and she are in a sixty-nine," he said, now moving his fist to his own hot, drooling cock, slowly pumping it up and down against her soft curves. She moved her own hand down and started stroking herself in time with him.

He continued the story. "You are lying on top of her, and you can feel your hard nipples press into her beautiful soft belly. I look down on you both and watch your hands grip her sexy round thighs and spread her wide for yourself as your tongue glides over her tender, slippery labia."

She pushed her hips against her hand and moaned at the memory of those wet folds under her tongue. His fingers twisted in her hair as his whispers continued in her ear.

continue..."I am behind you, watching you rock your ass in sensuous waves as she works away at your clit. She looks up at my fist slowly stroking my cock, head shiny with my own leaking arousal. She spreads you wide for my gaze - and then slowly drags her tongue through your shiny pink pussy."

Hips thrown wide now, she worked her fingers through her wet hole. He shifted on top of her, and began to drag his hard, warm cock over her wet flesh.

"I move forward, cock right above her face, and smear my dribble on her cheek. She leans her head back and opens her mouth for me, and i slowly thrust it between her heavenly lips while you work a third finger into her pussy. Filled at both ends, she moans and writhes, her wet mouth swelling my cock still further."

His head now probing her opening, he continued. "I now position myself right at the opening of your pussy. 'Open her up for me,' I say, and she slips her fingers deep inside your wet hole and spreads you wide for me."

At this she moaned deeply and reached down with both hands to hold open her pussy. As he recounted the way he'd entered her, he slid his rigid cock smoothly inside, his thickness spreading her open, filling her completely.

"My thrusts continue, slowly picking up the pace, filling you deeply, over and over while her eager tongue works away at your swollen clit. I feel her attentions on my shaft as well, and soon withdraw completely to slide it back into her obliging mouth."

He fucked her deeper and faster, all the while describing the scene he in his mind as they shared their sexy new friend. He told her about the way the soft, womanly body moved under her, about how the girl moaned as her fingers thrust in and out of her soaking wet pussy. He described how it would feel to slide smoothly in and be enveloped by her warm, wet pussy, then slowly withdraw and feel the soft lips and wet tongue of their friend please him further.

"Soon the combination of wet pussy, tender tongue, and rigid cock take us both over the edge, and I erupt inside your quivering pussy. She moans and bucks underneath you as well as you insistently now add a fourth finger inside her and fuck them insistently deep while your moaning mouth clamps onto her clit, not letting up until she is cumming with us as well."

Beyond words now, they thrashed away, sharing their hot, hard, crashing orgasms. Finally the two of them slowed down, and came to rest. As his cock softened, he rolled off of her, and resumed his whispering in her ear.

"Finished, I collapse on the bed next to you both. Soon I hear the the two of you moan and look over to see you slowly begin to move against each other again. Your finger now work at her again, and she writhes underneath you more and more insistently, ready for still more passion as you sinuously move on top of her, rubbing your still drooling pussy over her soft breasts."

Soon her fingers returned to her now sloppy hole, and her breathing picked up in time with the women in her mind, lost in their own sensations.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Ivy Struggled to Find the Patience

It's been a long dry spell for me & fiction. No matter what, new story or old, I've just been blocked. This deceptively little story has been languishing for months and months. The whole idea came to me in a flash, but getting the words onto the page has been another matter. Recently some new inspiration has come to me, and I'm pleased that the piece has flowed together into something coherent. I hope you enjoy.

Picture Ivy, waiting for her man.
Naked on the rug, awash in anticipation.

Patience, Ivy. Take some deep breaths.

Poor little one, she truly did struggle to find some kind of patience to maintain her position through the long, uncertain wait.

Alone in the quiet room, she did her very best to kneel there demurely by the bed, her back to the door. This afternoon she was determined not to disappoint her master. For all she knew he could be hours, though sometimes he showed up mere minutes after she got home. So yes, she would steel herself and wait it out.

Ivy recalled what the experience was like last time, when she failed to resist her body's wanton cravings. He had caught her in the act and she'd been abject in the face of his disapproval. Only after copious begging had he punished her, then finally used her.

Warmth growing, petals flowering at the memory.
Harsh, it had been, and so good.

Breathe, Ivy. Deep breaths.

No matter how well punished the bad girl got, Ivy did love to bask in the approval that the good girl received, and loved receiving those deep, rewarding smiles and cuddles. She felt the bruises on her rear as she squirmed there, endeavoring to squeeze the swollen wetness of her tingling pussy between her thighs. How sharp and quick his strong hands could be, smack after smack stinging her increasingly sensitive flesh. At just the right time his big warm caresses would replace the punishment, always dancing just out of reach of her begging slit. The thought of it all was practically intolerable.

Willing herself once more to calm down, sit still, and wait, her eyes began to roam around the room, coming to rest on the curtain rod above the big window. Instantly her body remembered the tension between her shoulders from hanging by her wrists from the top of that rod as her ass became redder and redder.

"Ass out," came his polite, unforgiving command as she flinched away. Powerless, utterly vulnerable, Ivy bent, lifted up on her toes, her breath catching in her chest as she gave her lovely round ass to him.

"Good girl."

The sting of the next blow,
shaking breasts exposed before the big window.

Easy now, Ivy. Calm yourself.

Again she shook her head, pulling herself back to the present. She looked up at the bookshelf, and read some of the titles, momentarily calmed, until her eyes reached the high top shelf where she kept her little purple toy box, it's shiny lock beckoning. Her pussy released a dribble along her thigh at the thought of her beautiful little pink vibrator nestled inside.

Of course, little pinky had been exactly what had gotten her into so much trouble last time. Well, three weeks running, really. The alluring throb within that delightfully smooth little toy... so enticing. Her swollen petals throbbed knowingly at the thought of the waves of sensation she knew could emanate from little pinky.

Perhaps just a little touch would calm her. It was still quite a bit earlier than when he'd arrived last week, after all. Or the time before, when she'd had that hard yet smooth, buzzing little finger deep up inside her wetness, directly hitting just that right spot when she'd opened her eyes to see him standing over her. Oh, fuck, the shock had sent her over the edge, and the atonement for that indiscretion still wasn't fully settled.

Inevitably, Ivy lost control. What other outcome could we really have expected?

Up she popped and across the room she bounded over to the bookshelf. She was the picture of anticipation, up on her toes to grab the box. She turned and set it on the bed, then spun back around to lift the lid on her jewelry box to get the key.

But the key wasn't there in it's corner! Instant panic set in, and she began frantically digging all around, finally just dumping the contents on the bed. There was definitely no key. Ivy spun around to the bookshelf and started pulling out books it might have fallen behind. Two shelves emptied, she froze as she heard him clear his throat by the door.

"Looking for this?"

She looked around, stricken, to see the his knowing smile, and the shiny little key dangling from his finger.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Telling you what to wear

I am not one to say, "whatever", when asked what you should wear. At times, quite vivid images spring to mind: you dressed specific ways, in particular places and poses (positions?). There's a wonderful pleasure I get from having you present yourself the way I choose. When you follow my instructions so well, capturing the spirit, beyond the specifics, so clearly delighting in doing this for my pleasure, it both melts my heart and stirs my strength.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009


A bit of something new for this place. My deepest thanks go to my model, though she already knows that. I hope you enjoy.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

The Dutchess

The Dutchess, fearsome pirate of the civilized space lanes, stalked the deck in a blind fury.

Clones Three and Nine cowered at their stations, jumping to every command in constant terror of displeasing their mistress.

"Five! If you can't stop that bubbling this instant you know what will happen!"

At the navigation conslole Clone Five struggled to control her sobs, but the welts on her full, round posterior made sitting excruciating, and great tears streamed down her face, shining on the sleek black leather which contained her pendulous breasts.

The Dutchess barked into the intercom. "Seven! Did I not make it clear that I wanted the hyperdrive back on line by oh-four-hundred? If I find out you've been playing with your toy down there you'll find yourself on the rack for a week!"

I dashed off this intro a while ago, and have never managed to expand on it. The basic concept is that the Dutchess keeps her crew of identical-lesbian-space-babe-clones away from any male contact, but in the course of the story the girls discover men, stage a mutiny, and she gets hers. The engineer, Clone Seven, spends her free time inventing astounding sex machines.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Room & Board, Part 4 - Veronique Shows Up

In Part 4, Melanie's life suddenly gets much more intense. It's probably a good idea to read the other parts first:
Part 1 , Part 2 and Part 3

"So I'll see you at seven, then. Can't wait. Uh huh. I've got just the place in mind. Bye," Jack hung up the phone and turned to Melanie.

"That was Veronique, an old friend of mine who's in town," he said. "We haven't seen each other in over ten years. She's going to stop by here for a minute before we go out so she can see the place, and you can meet her. I think you'll like her."

Melanie felt instantly panicked. She tried to calm herself. She shouldn't be jumping to conclusions, she told herself, but she had a basic fear for her status as his sole sexual outlet.

Veronique showed up a few minutes early, when Melanie was still trying to work out the best way to look nonchalant on the couch with her book. She was pissed at herself for being so worked-up. She had even changed twice, trying to find the best appearance for this meeting. She'd settled on what she hoped was an optimal cute-young-roommate look. Plain black skirt and tights, a "pirate radio" t-shirt which displayed her boobs well, and her short black hair in little pigtails.

She watched with a flutter in her stomach as Jack embraced Veronique in a long, close hug. She turned out to be a tall, truly beautiful woman, around Jack's age, with ice-blue eyes, cropped blonde hair and sensuous lips. She wore jeans and a short black motorcycle jacket, which hung magnificently on her lean fashion-model physique.

Melanie got up as Jack introduced them, and tried to mumble something intelligent. Veronique greeted her perfunctorily, then shrugged off her jacket and tossed it on the table, causing Melanie to shut down almost completely.

"What do you think," Veronique said with an impish grin, turning and displaying herself to Jack with her hands on her hips.

"Wow," said Jack, obviously surprised.

Veronique was wearing just a simple black tank top which encased her small breasts without a bra. Tracing out from under it a host of truly striking tattoos sprawled from her chest and over her finely muscled upper arms and shoulders.

"Well?" she said, clearly enjoying the effect, her growing smile giving her a radiant beauty. "Forgot how to speak?"

"Wow," he said again. "That's amazing work. When did you have that done?"

"It's been a project over the past several years," she answered, turning around so they could see that designs travelled across her back, twining together between her shoulder blades.

"How much more is there?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," she answered mischievously. "Maybe if you play your cards right I'll show you later."

Melanie just stood there on the sidelines turning cold inside. She couldn't have said if she had cause to be jealous. This was something they'd never talked about, but she knew that their arrangement was really supposed to be a non-relationship. She tried to calm herself. She didn't even have any evidence that Veronique was anything to be worried about, but she didn't know what she'd do if she had to share Jack.

"Roommate, huh?" Veronique said, giving Melanie the once over with a brilliant smile, then turning back to Jack. "I didn't know you needed the money."

"Well, it's not about money. Melanie takes care of the place. Keeps it all together."

"Uh huh. So you're the live-in maid?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Melanie replied awkwardly.

"It's more than that, Veronique. I was tired of living alone. It's nice to have a roommate again."

Again Veronique's gaze travelled over Melanie's body. "I bet," she said.

Melanie couldn't think of how this could go any worse. As Jack got Veronique a drink and took her on a quick tour of the apartment, Melanie went back to her work on the couch, grateful that she'd put things in such order in the bedroom. She'd even put in an effort to make her room look like she actually slept there.

Then Jack and Veronique went out, leaving her alone at night for the first time since she'd moved in. She did her best not to mope around, and put in some productive hours of studying, but dinner alone was hard, and come bedtime when he was still not back she felt downright depressed. She stood looking at Jack's big bed for a time, and then trudged down the hall and wrapped herself in blankets on the little couch in her room instead.

When Jack still was not back in the morning, Melanie cleared out and went to campus. She just didn't know how to face him. She tried to tell herself that it would pass. Veronique lived thousands of miles away, her visit would end at some point, and Jack's rampant libido would bring his attention back to her. Still, she didn't like the way it had all gone. Jack's behavior especially had made the reality of their arrangement strike home. She was just there to clean the place, and provide herself for his use, when he actually needed it.

She was in for another shock, however. When she came in the door at the end of the day, they were there on the couch, laughing, and an unfamiliar suitcase was in the hall.

"Welcome home, cutie," Veronique called to her, with what looked like a genuinely warm smile.

"Hi," Melanie said dully, then quickly made her way to her room. She plunked her stuff down on the couch and then sat there, staring out the window. She wasn't quite sure if she could handle this. Jack came into the room and stood there.

"Hey... You look upset. I'm sorry."

She looked up at him, and he truly looked like he was.

"I guess we should have talked about this sort of thing before," he said.

"I guess so," was Melanie's curt reply. She looked back out the window. She felt him sit down next to her.

"How long is she going to stay?"

"Just a few days." They sat in silence a bit.

"I'm thinking maybe I'll go and stay with Susan. Give you guys some room."

"Melanie, I want you to stay," Jack said. "You don't need to feel threatened by this thing with Veronique. It's not going to grow into something. She and I just..." He sat and thought. "We have unfinished business, I suppose."

"And what am I supposed to do while she's here?"

"Well..." he started and trailed off awkwardly. "Veronique's an interesting woman. Very open-minded. I think you should try and give her a chance."

Melanie turned and looked at him for a bit.

"Open-minded? What's that supposed to mean? You trying to set something up?"

"Not necessarily", he replied, though she wasn't convinced. "Can you just come out and get to know her a bit? Decide what to do after dinner?"

So she reluctantly agreed.

"OK. Give me a few minutes," she said, and he left her alone.

Veronique definitely treated her much more attentively than in their first meeting, and they actually had a good time. Jack cooked an awesome dinner, and they polished off quite a bit of wine to go with it. Melanie was feeling comfortable and completely included. She even found herself flirting back with Veronique a bit. When she flashed that dazzling smile on one it had quite an effect.

Then Veronique fixed her piercing eyes on her over the rim of her glass and said, "You know, there's no secret Jack can keep from me."

Melanie blanched, and waited to see what came next.

"I'm actually quite impressed with you two. Quite the modern arrangement, and we all know what Jack's needs are like. He must keep you busy, but he tells me you're quite up to the task." She took a sip of wine. "I must admit he's picked a luscious young thing for it."

Melanie blushed, but she was now relaxed enough to listen to this without getting completely flustered. Then Veronique leaned forward and put her hand over Melanie's. She felt the warmth of her fine fingers stroking the back of her hand, and felt a little thrill. It had been a long time since a woman had touched her like that.

"Jack and I want to show you something," she said, still staring into her eyes. She turned to Jack, "Don't we, Sir?"

As the word left her lips, a transformation seemed to come over both Jack and Veronique. Having dominated the conversation until then, she was suddenly silent, her eyes downcast as she waited for Jack to speak. Melanie looked at Jack, who's eyes had narrowed. He was watching Veronique with a small, controlled smile on his lips.

When he spoke, his voice was like silk. "Yes, I think we do." He turned to Melanie. "Have you ever seen complete surrender, Melanie?"

This was a surprise turn. She had just been getting used to the idea of the threesome she thought they were headed for. Now, however, she wasn't at all sure what would happen.

"Um, I don't think so," she ventured.

"Well then, I think you'll find this interesting." He turned back to Veronique, sliding his chair from the table and turning it sideways in her direction. "Show Melanie how a true sub awaits her master, slut." The way he pinched off the word lent a remarkable air of command.

Without hesitation Veronique slid from her chair and moved around the table to kneel at Jack's feet. Her knees were apart as she sat on her feet, her arms were behind her back with her hands clasped. She had her shoulders back, thrusting her chest forward. It didn't look like a terribly comfortable pose to hold, but she appeared quite content as she waited for whatever happened next. Melanie watched in silence, suddenly incredibly curious.

"Good slut," he praised, leaning forward in his chair and stroking the side of her face. "Are you ready to obey me?"

"Yes Sir," Veronique replied, still staring at his feet.

"What would you like me to do with you tonight?" he asked, stroking along her neck, running his long, fine fingers under the collar of her blouse.

Veronique closed her eyes, clearly enjoying the caress. "Whatever you want, Sir. I am yours to use for your pleasure."

"I know you are, but I intend to put it to the test tonight."

Melanie watched him undo a couple of the buttons on Veronique's blouse and reach his hand inside. She could see him cup her small breast in his hand completely. Veronique breathed in a bit as he rolled her nipple in his fingers, then he pinched it hard, causing her to let out a little gasp, but maintained her pose faithfully.

"Is my slut ready for it?"

"Yes Sir," she said wincing a bit, "Oh! I'm ready to do anything that pleases you."

He yanked her blouse open the rest of the way, sending buttons flying, to reveal her tattooed chest, the ink swirling around her small breasts with her crinkled, aroused nipples. Melanie realized she could feel her own nipples pucker as well as she watched this display of dominance. Jack leaned further and ran his hand over the crotch of Veronique's jeans, rubbing her pussy through the rough fabric.

"What's this, slut?"

"It's your pussy, Sir," Veronique replied.

"Is it ready for me?"

"Always, Sir."

"Then why is it encased in this decidedly unfeminine fabric?" he asked.

"I'm sorry Sir," she answered, with distress visible in her face.

"You know my sub should never put anything between her holes and my hand but fine lingerie, don't you?"

"Yes Sir, I do know that. I'm so sorry, Sir. I can change right now. Please let me change for you, Sir."

Jack now pinched both nipples savagely, causing Veronique to cry out.

"Ouch! Thank you, Sir."

"Yes slut, go and change for me, then return to us with your toys."

"Oh, thank you so much. Thank you Sir." She stood up and took her suitcase to the bedroom.

Melanie watched all this spellbound. Sure, she knew some people got off on dominance and submission, but it was now dawning on her that this was exactly what she herself found so arousing about her time with Jack. Now that she saw the interplay between Jack and Veronique she wondered just how far they would go, and even more, how far she herself would.

When Veronique returned they had moved to the couch. She took up her position again before them, knees on the floor, hands behind her back, thighs spread to leave her crotch exposed. Her attire was completely transformed. She was dressed in short corset that revealed and accentuated her small breasts, along with sheer panties, stockings, and a slim black leather collar. All in black.

Jack began by flogging Veronique's tits. Melanie watched him casually flick the black leather tendrils across the pale exposed flesh. It looked deceptively gentle, but for Veronique's reaction each to each blow. She flinched, grunted and gasped, eyes closed, with a look of intense concentration on her face. Melanie saw red marks begin to show, and her nipples hardened to the point of aching with sympathy for Veronique's impossibly rigid, angry-red little points.

Veronique just seemed to get hotter, her grunts more and more animal, though she would still manage to call out, "Thank you, Sir" from time to time. Eventually she slumped forward, losing her pert posture entirely. Jack dropped his arm with the flogger and grabbed a handful of her sweaty hair. He tilted her head back, returning her to her position. She opened her eyes and stared back at him, and Melanie witnessed an entirely feral look in there.

Not breaking her gaze, Jack tossed the flogger aside and unbuttoned his pants, removing his big, hard cock, drooling with pre-cum. Veronique's had a hungry look, riveted to the sight, her lips parted. Still holding her by the hair, and his cock in the other hand, he smeared the slimy wetness first on her full, pouty lips, then around her cheeks, before finally feeding her his cock. Veronique let out soft moans as he slowly worked it in and out of her mouth, controlling her completely.

"Ever seen someone so turned on, Melanie?" Jack asked.

"Um, no." She slowly struggled out of her dazed position as a spectator. "No, I don't think so."

"Check how wet she is."

Melanie eased herself from the couch and moved next to both of them. She reached down and gently put her hand over Veronique's panty-covered crotch, feeling the heat before she even touched her. The fabric was soaked with hot, slippery wetness. It had been a long time since she had touched another pussy, and Veronique moaned louder around Jack's cock as Melanie savored the feeling through the flimsy fabric.

"She's really, really wet," Melanie reported, not stopping. Without thinking, she slipped her fingers under the edge of Veronique's panties and traced them through the smooth, slippery, open labia. Veronique's noises became more urgent, and she moved her hips against Melanie's hand.

"You like playing with pussy, don't you?"

"Oh, yes." Melanie replied, dipping her finger between Veronique's folds.

"Think you could make her cum?"

"Yeah, I think it would be pretty easy right now."

"Go ahead," he said, removing his cock, and sitting back. Veronique's eyes followed him as he left, with a desperate look about her. Jack returned it with a cold smile.

Melanie proceeded to move her fingers more insistently over the lovely, wet cunt presented to her. She teased at the swollen clit, smoothly fucked her with one slim finger, deep inside, and very quickly Veronique was moaning loudly. Still her eyes were on Jack, who stared right back at her. Melanie went right at her clit, and rubbed slow, firm circles over it. Veronique cried out and convulsed, clearly on the brink. Little by little Melanie sped up her motions, as Veronique bucked against her hand, panting, moaning, grunting.

Finally she spoke, "Please Sir. Please may I cum?"

"No slut, you know better than that." He roused himself from the couch and came close again. "You are going to show Melanie how well trained you are," he said, as he reached for an abused nipple and twisted it gently but firmly, causing her to scream in a mix of pain, pleasure and frustrated arousal.

"Go ahead Melanie, see if you can make her cum."

Melanie really went at it now, fucking Veronique with her fingers, and rubbing hard and fast over her button.

"Oh, Sir, please!" Veronique desperately cried out. "Please, please let me cum."

"No, slut," was his simple reply, roughly pinching her nipples.

Melanie was spellbound by this display, urged on by a desire to see Veronique have the powerful orgasm that was so clearly built up inside her, and fascinated by the level of control that kept her from letting it go.

"And how about your cunt, chica? It must be wet, too. Isn't it?" Jack asked her.

"Very wet, Sir," she replied, unaware till she spoken that she would use that word.

"You see, she won't cum. She knows that the orgasm I allow her will be the best she can have, so she will wait. But look at that desperation," he said, as he twisted a nipple again, causing her to cry out.

"OK, that's enough. I think it's time to use our whore a different way. Lick the maid's pussy, slut," he commanded, pushing Melanie back towards the couch by her shoulder. Melanie followed the command in that hand and dropped herself down, spreading her legs. Veronique panted for a minute there, then Jack roughly pushed her head down to Melanie's own steaming cunt.

On her knees between Melanie's thighs, Veronique pulled her panties aside and began by lapping up her flowing wetness. She went at it with obvious skill, and Melanie was soon in heaven. She just lay back there, watching Jack over the top of the blonde head at her crotch. Jack rummaged in Veronique's toy box and pulled out a butt plug, which he approached with.

"How does that look, Melanie?"

With the tongue dipping between her folds, she couldn't find words to answer just then, but she stared at it intently as he brought it close for her inspection. It looked like something she definitely couldn't take in her own ass, but she could tell it wasn't for her, and was eager to see what he would do with it.

"Want to see it in the whore's ass?"

"Mmm, yes," she managed, as his words made Veronique moan into her cunt.

"Need to get it good and slippery," he said, bringing it to her mouth. Melanie's eyes never left his as she wrapped her lovely full lips around the smooth black silicone. In the corner of her eye she could tell that Veronique was watching while she lapped and nibbled at her labia, and she ground her cunt against her face as she slobbered over the butt plug as sensuously as she could.

Then Jack took it from her and moved back behind Veronique. He took the now glistening toy and slid it along her crack, then gently pushed and twisted. Veronique arched her back and pushed her ass against him, moaning as it began to open her up. Melanie gasped and lost her breath as Veronique latched onto her clit and sucked it hard. When she opened her eyes again she saw Veronique looking up at her, a ferocious look on her face, while Jack was clearly working the big toy around in her ass.

Finally he shoved it firmly in, and then gave her ass a solid smack. He then stood up and removed his belt.

"Make her cum, slut." He commanded, bringing his belt down across Veronique's plugged, upturned ass with a soft smack. She responded with a little grunt, and applied herself with fresh vigor to Melanie's pleasure. With her hands she pulled Melanie's swollen lips open, and Melanie assisted by spreading her thighs even wider.

The feeling of her experienced tongue probing deep into her, then traveling up and flicking over her clit was marvelous, and the blows of Jack's belt across her ass seemed to just egg Veronique on further. Melanie looked up to see Jack with a look of intense arousal in his eyes as he watched the two women before him, continuing to bring the black leather down over Veronique's waiting ass.

Now the noise of the belt was louder, as was Veronique's response to each blow. She was crying out into Melanie's cunt, bucking her ass, but always presenting it for more. Jack paused now and then to work the butt plug around, and she would always moan with pleasure and push back against his hand.

Soon Melanie was at the point of no return. This intensely nasty, erotic scene would have aroused her no end even without Veronique's cunnilingus skills, and the combination had her at a level she'd rarely experienced. She let herself go to it, arched her back, and pushed her pussy into Veronique's face. Veronique recognized that cue, and went right for Melanie's clit, flicking it with her most dextrous tongue. In no time at all Melanie's body was thrashing through an amazing orgasm, clamping her thighs on Veronique's head, gasping as the waves of pleasure crashed through.

She relaxed and fell back against the couch, looking up at Jack, who was calmly smiling, then at Veronique's face between her legs, shiny with her juices.

"That's a good whore. You gave the other slut a good orgasm. Didn't she, Melanie?"

"Mmm, yes. She certainly did," Melanie mumbled as she stretched a bit on the couch.

Jack put the belt aside and reached for Veronique's ass again, gripping the toy and slowly fucking it in and out of her stretched hole. Veronique's noises of pleasure were obvious, as she lay her head against Melanie's thigh and thrust her rear out for more.

"See how much she loves the ass play?" He asked, looking at Melanie. "A true anal whore. What shall we do next, slut?" He said with a smack of his hand. He pulled the plug out most of the way, then worked it back in, making Veronique moan loudly.

"Is it time for a cock in here?"

"Oh, yes please, Sir," came Veronique's reply.

"Do you deserve your master's cock?"

"Oh, please, Sir. Use my ass for your pleasure. Fuck my ass hard, please," she begged.

"Very well."

With that, he removed the toy from her ass in a single motion, causing Veronique to gasp and convulse. He stripped off his jeans, revealing his entire slim body, with his beautiful cock standing out rigidly from his tangle of dark pubic hair. He lifted Veronique by her shoulders and pushed her forward so she dropped over Melanie's body, cradled between her thighs, head resting on her big, sweaty breasts.

Jack knelt behind Veronique and rubbed his cock up and down her slippery little cunt lips, parting them just a bit more with each pass. Veronique pushed back for more, and he restrained her by a strong hand on her hip, then with measured slowness sunk himself all the way into her dripping cunt. She let out a long, low moan into Melanie's soft breasts as he stroked in and out a couple of times, and then pulled out.

Now he positioned himself against her asshole and began to press in through her tight ring. Melanie strained to watch as slowly and inexorably his thick, glistening cock stretched her tiny anus open impossibly. Veronique was making an animal noise half way between a growl and a cry, her body writhing against Melaine's as if torn between escape and pushing back for more.

Melanie rocked her hips forward, bringing her own wet cunt against the stiff fabric of Veronique's corset, and wrapped her arms around Veronique and held her close, moving with her. Soon Jack's cock was buried all the way, and he held still for a while. Veronique lay in Melanie's arms panting.

"How's that feel, whore?" He asked.

"Oh god, so good. Thank you, Sir," she replied.

"What are you?"

"I'm your anal whore. Fuck my ass, please. Fuck me hard, Sir," Veronique replied.

With that, Jack began to fuck Veronique's ass in earnest, thrusting in and out of her ass faster and faster. Veronique's moans and cries were definitely all pleasure now, and Melanie was really getting off as she ground her pussy against the little buttons on the corset. She was mesmerized by the sight of that fat cock sliding in and out of Veronique's amazingly stretched anus.

With one hand gripping Veronique's hip tightly, he began to slap her ass with loud smacks. Each time his hand came down she gasped and clutched at Melanie and thrust her ass back on Jack's cock.

"Oh Sir, fuck me hard. Oh, yeah. Use your sluts ass. Fuck me like the whore that I am. Oh fuck. Oh Sir," came the stream of filth from Veronique's lips as Jack pounded her ass.

"You like it best in the ass, don't you, whore?" Jack asked.

"Oh yes, Sir, I'm a complete anal whore."

"Then cum for me, whore. Cum from my cock in your ass. Now."

With that, Veronique completely flipped out. She rammed her ass back on Jack's thick cock and rotated her hips, thrashing around against him and screaming and panting. This clearly sent Jack over the top, and he grunted and slammed his hips forward ramming Veronique harder against Melanie's body. Soon all three of them were cumming, and Jack pulled out of Veronique's ass and continued to release his load over her back, with some of it splattering onto Melanie as well.

When he was done, Jack released Veronique and she collapsed to the floor and lay there panting, wet with sweat, marked by his hand, and by his seed. For a time all was quiet in the room, and then Jack and Melanie helped Veronique to the bedroom, undressed her and tucked her into the big bed. As they lay there, Jack in the middle, with two very different, but both very arousing women on either side of him, he quietly spoke to Melanie.

"You seemed to enjoy this evening," he observed.

"Wow, it was intense. Yeah, I loved it," she admitted.

"Would you like to try more?"

"Oh yeah, definitely."

"You called me Sir," he observed, after a pause.

"Mm hmm. I guess it kind of slipped out," she replied, chuckling a bit.

"Do you really understand what that means?" he asked, his tone sobering her a bit.

"Um, I think so."

"Would you want a master? To commit to doing anything he asked?"

She thought about it, and realized that it was true. What she had seen tonight was the culmination of the feelings she'd been having for the past few weeks, and there was nothing she wanted more.

"Yes," she said, in a smaller voice. "I want you to be my master."

"I don't want you to say that idly, Melanie. Think about what you're promising. You're a marvelous young woman, I would be delighted to have your gift of submission, but it's a big commitment. Are you really ready to give yourself, body and mind, to your master?"

The feelings that these quiet words of his stirred inside her body were some of the most intense she'd felt all evening, almost crowding out her intellect, and she realized that there was nothing she wanted more. She turned and looked at him in the dim light.

"Yes, Sir, please let me call you master," she said in a voice barely audible, just more than a whisper.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Her hips reached for the spanks

Her hips reached for the spanks as they thudded soundly on her swollen pussy. The fire flashed through her crotch, layering sensations, never lessening the arousal one bit. Just as her howls reached a new level the fingers returned to rubbing fast hard circles through her wetness, crushing over her exposed, hard clit. Once again in this investigation of pleasure/pain boundaries her mind and body conspired to transport her. A hand in her hair raised her head and she greedily accepted his thick hardness into her mouth, salty with the slick signs of his own arousal.

Two fingers roughly plunged deep into her wet center as his cock urgently probed the back of her throat. Now the spanking resumed, bringing still more stimulation to her begging cunt. She writhed and exposed herself to his big hand as it came down hard again and again with loud wet smacks. He dropped her head as his fingers sped over her clit again while his fist pumped his cock before her face. His body tense in the dim light above her he called out, and she allowed her own release to burst forth as his hot seed splashed over her breasts.