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.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Desperate Little Annabel

"Too Vanilla"
, was the response of the woman I first drafted this for. She didn't like me showing my women getting pleasure, and I could not do it any other way. We'll try it here, in a somewhat sweetened form, but it's still definitely the harshest piece I've shared. Please let me know what you think.

Desperate little Annabel found herself wondering if she had gotten in over her head. As the new man gazed down at her with a gentle smile, his warm, dark eyes twinkled with a subtle kind of menace. She returned his gaze demurely as she sat there on her heels, waiting for whatever he decided was to come next. She held her pose faithfully, her back straight, her breasts thrust forward. Honestly, the way she was trussed up gave her little other choice.

She had been so excited earlier that evening when she had finally seen her new corset for the first time. She kept turning it over in her hands, and admiring all the details. He hadn't skimped at all. Annabel had been fascinated by corsets for about as long as she could remember, though she had never owned a real one. In her years of reading, those moments when a heroine was described as constricted, or breathless, in her corset had always given her a chill. Though the men in her life had appreciated her in various faux-corset lingerie, finding a man who shared her full excitement had opened new horizons.

This corset was made of fine, heavy fabric, completely embroidered in burgundy and black. She could feel the stiff boning within, and ran her finger over the long row of shiny hooks down the front. The stitching was precise, well reinforced, and the eyelets and laces up the back looked robust. Annabel could see just how it would firmly encase her waist, and she drew in her breath in anticipation of the feeling. She had sent him measurements weeks ago, in preparation for this night. Once he'd learned she shared his dream their courtship had taken on a rather formal, almost remote, tone.

Now he smiled generously as she thanked him profusely, then stood up from his chair and offered his hand. She into looked into his serious, friendly eyes as she rose. Without a word, he reached out and began to unbutton her blouse.

"Let's see you in it, shall we?"

This man in who's presence she'd been for only twenty minutes now had his hands right between her breasts. She stood there, just breathing, letting him undress her. Gently his long, slender fingers worked, millimeters from her flesh. Her nipples tingled as she waited for his contact, but never the slightest pressure came. Soon he was easing her crisp white blouse from her skirt. He looked into her eyes and smile again as he tossed it onto the couch. Now he deftly undid her skirt's clasp and zipper, and in no time she was stepping out of her skirt for him.

He undid her bra, again not even managing to graze her flesh, and gently removed it from her. "We certainly don't need this," he said as he tossed it to join the skirt and blouse. "I do think the rest will go quite nicely. You have wonderful taste in undies, sweet thing."

Annabel now stood before him on her glossy heels in only her plain black stockings and panties, while he was completely clothed. Goosebumps covered her pale skin, and her nipples were taught, where he now turned his attention. Finally he touched her, his fingers gently tracing around each, drawing a little whimper from her.

"Mmm. What wonderful nipples," he purred. "And they do like the attention." His fingers now gripped them with increasing pressure, rolling and massaging the ever-more sensitive flesh. "We'll have fun with these, won't we?" He gave a good pinch as he finished, causing her to gasp, and her pussy to tighten.

continue..."Now," he said, letting go. "Time to try on your new present." He looked into her eyes warmly and stroked her hair with his big hand.

Wrapping her up in the corset took some time, especially because he kept going back and making it tighter. He deftly undid the row of hooks and she lifted her arms as he reached around to wrap it around her. She took in her breath as his large hands squeezed at her sides, working the center hooks together, one after the other. His hands now came in contact with her in a more matter of fact manner as he snugly closed it up, gently lifting each breast to sit comfortably in the cups.

"Oh, god," she let out, as she realized it was already affecting her breathing. He turned her and began to work on the laces, soon tugging firmly enough to make her work at keeping her balance.

"Uh," she gasped. "It's so tight."

"Is that a complaint?" came his clipped response.

"No, no," she shook her head, struggling to get air.

"Good. Breathe in."

One big hand flat on her back, a fist pulling hard at the laces, Annabel began to feel encased, her breathing, her motion restrained by his grasp, under his control.

Once he was satisfied, he turned and reached for a coil of soft nylon rope. Still working silently, he bound her arms behind her, wrapping her forearms in neat coils of rope almost all the way from her wrists to her elbows. This too, he kept at with an aesthetic obsessiveness, the result restricting her completely. He finished the job by trimming the rope ends to just the right length.

"Look at you, stunning Pet," he said proudly from behind her as he ran his hands over her constricted waist, and over the flare of her hips. "So very womanly."

The gravity of her fantasy becoming reality was sinking home, and Annabel put on a brave smile as her discomfort warred with her rising lust. It hurt, really hurt. She could barely breathe, and certainly wouldn't be able to bend much. Her shoulders ached already, and she could only imagine how it would feel later. He grasped her upper arm as if a handle and brusquely turned her to face him.

"And your breasts. Look at that." He stroked over her bulging tits, held up on a shelf for him, nipples exposed and waiting. His long, strong fingers stroked and pinched her nipples just hard enough to make them crinkle and send shivers across her chest.

"You like that, don't you, sweet Pet?"

"You seem to," she coyly batted back. Suddenly his fingers twisted savagely, causing her to cry out.

"I asked you a question!" Still the cruel fingers crushed her hardened nipples. They twisted, and pulled, abusing her sensitive flesh. "Do you like that, Slut?"

"Oh yes," she gasped, in between panting at the pain shooting through her chest and the fire radiating from her crotch. He tugged hard on them, yanking on her breasts and causing her to stagger on her high heels, her bound arms useless for balance.

"What do you say when I use your tits my pleasure, Whore?"

"Thank you. Thank you, Sir."

"That's good," he said, and released her nipples, then slapped each breast, forehand, then backhand, before running his hand up into her hair and pulling her close. "That's very good, my wonderful, beautiful pet," he said gently, looking down into her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her roughly, wet lips all over hers, his tongue passionately penetrating her mouth.

He let go and turned away, leaving her staggering for balance again. He pulled open a desk drawer and rummaged around, then came back to her with a pair of laces. Wordlessly he gripped each nipple, pulling it so he could wrap the thin black strings around them. He wrapped each around several times, tying them tight as could be, until just the tips of her nipples protruded, throbbing and angry purple.

"So nice. Decorated with neat little bows," he mused.

She gave her first shriek of the night when he flicked at them with his fingers.

"Ooh, that's fun," he said, with a wicked grin. He flicked them again and again, and she shook and cried out in little gasps, the corset still crushing her abdomen too tightly for more. He reached down and roughly rubbed her crotch, grinding her panties into her damp snatch.

He returned to the desk and picked up an old wooden ruler, and gave it a couple of experimental smacks against his palm. He faced her and flicked it experimentally against the top of her breast. It stung, and then he smacked her harder with it, and the loud crack rang out in the room mixed with her scream. He set about whacking each breast, making her pale flesh break out with red welts all over. He paused and admired his handiwork, filling in a few spots he had missed.

"Not bad, but it's not really the full effect without the nipples, is it, Pet?" he asked, looking into her eyes.

She struggled for the right answer as her breasts burned with the sting of his blows. "No, Sir," she replied. "Please punish my nipples, too."

"What a good Pet," he replied, with a warm, genuine smile. "I'm so proud of you." She managed a smile as he stroked her cheek, wiping at her trail of tears with his thumb.

He stepped back and took the end of one lace in his fingertips, then abruptly yanked, tugging at her whole breast before it came undone. As the blood rushed back into her abused nipple flesh the pain was instant. She screamed, then even more, as he flicked the ruler against it. He kept at it, only light smacks required, as she sobbed and twisted, trying to get away from the torment. Then it was time for the second nipple. He grasped the string, but waited a moment, letting the anticipation of knowing what was coming penetrate first. Then it too was ripped off, leaving her angry, contorted nipple bare and throbbing. Now he smacked at it hard, much harder than the first. She screamed and tried to turn away.

"Bad girl!" he exclaimed, and tossed the ruler aside so he could grip her by both nipples at once. He tugged and twisted, smiling at her discomfort, wrenching her body this way and that by her cruelly punished tits.

Now he grabbed her arm again and quickly turned her away from him. She staggered and he kept her balance with his strong grip, which wrenched at her shoulder, causing the pain to flare back up from the numbness that had settled in.

He let go of her arm and gripped her ass firmly. "I love what the corset does for your ass, too." Again he stroked over the curve from waist to hip, to ass. His fingers stroked over her rear, then between her thighs. "Please spread your legs for me, Pet," he said with surprising gentleness. She complied, and he rubbed his fingers over her damp crotch, causing her almost to forget her aching shoulders. He pushed her panties aside and quickly thrust two fingers up into her. Wet as she was, she was tense from trying to maintain her balance, and the big fingers pushed her labia roughly inside. She flinched away, and had to struggle to stay on her feet.

"What's this, Slut!?" He demanded. "You don't want my fingers inside your nasty cunt?" He fucked them into her savagely, and she writhed on them.

"Oh. Fuck. Please Sir, use me as you want," she managed to stammer, the fingers smearing her wetness around, making it start to feel ok.

"Not good enough, Slut," he replied, removing his hand. He grabbed a hunk of her hair and dragged her across the room, then threw her over the back of the couch, leaving her ass up, face down against the cool leather. He ripped her panties right off, then quickly laid his bare hand hard across one cheek, then the other. He smacked her again and again, then kicked at her ankles to spread her legs apart, and thrust his two fingers back inside her now very moist pussy.

"What a complete slut," he said. "All that abuse and you're just turned on and ready for more. I bet you're ready for a good fuck, aren't you?" He asked, as he added a third finger and fucked in and out of her wetness.

"Oh yes, please. Do whatever you want to me, Sir," she said as she pushed back on his hand, opening herself to him.

"No fuck yet, my toy, unless you count these fingers."

The long fingers penetrated her deeply, and now he added another, fucking in and out of her. She grunted, unable to so gasp as she wished in the tight corset. His hand worked at her, and soon felt him add the fourth, stretching her wider than ever in her life. She felt his knuckles twist inside her, and she panted into the leather as she took his rough thrusts.

Then his hand was gone, and she sensed him straighten up behind her.

"Get on your knees."

Annabel clumsily struggled off the couch, his strong hands guiding her until she was just as he wished. She felt her wet sex part open as he spread her thighs. He pressed at her low back, shifting her ass out, but the corset held her back straight. He took the time to adjust her breasts, and tweak the ropes to align her bound arms directly down her back, then stepped back to gaze down at her. His hand lifted her chin.

"Ready to get started?" he said, with an ominous twinkle in his eye.

"E.B. Addis"

The name is borrowed from a blacklisted hollywood writer by the name of Hugo Butler, who co-wrote the screenplay for The Young One, a striking film directed in Mexico by Luis Buñuel (one of my all-time favorites) under the name "HB Addis". While seeking a pseudonym, I happened across this film, and quickly got my hands on it. I'd heard of Buñuel's period of filmmaking in Mexico, but had rarely seen any. A rather intense plot revolves around a teenage girl and a game warden living on an island off the gulf coast, a traveling jazz musician from the north, and a pastor intent on saving the girl. It turned out to be a provocative film on class, race and gender issues, with Buñuel's unflinching style keeping me riveted. The edgy way the film deals with the issues and the inherent sexuality is really noteworthy, especially for 1960. Good work, H.B. Addis.

Ferdy On Films, etc. has a great post on the film. Like her, this film surprised me as someone who thought he knew Buñuel.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

I love them all

I love the romance junkie, who yearns for a kiss to make her go weak 
in her lover's strong arms.
I revel in the sensualist, as she reaches out to embrace each new experience.
I burn for the slut, who hungrily welcomes me wherever and whenever I want.
I cherish the giver, who lives to share her passion.
I enjoy the dance with the woman of the world, who knows what she wants, 
and how to get it.
I delight in indulging the pupil, her eager curiosity opening her mind to 
whatever I have to teach.
I love the complex truth of the world, which is that every real woman 
contains some unique and heady mix of these.

And I love finding just the right words to whisper in each ear to make her wet as she can be.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Sugasm #161

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #162? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
The Balance of Power
“A wave of lust coursed through her body at his words”
“What’s this? Evidence of pleasure?”
Secret signals
“I will adore him for it”

Sugasm Editor
Not An Overnight

Editor’s Choice
The Ghost of Abuse

More Sugasm

Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships

The Ass
I forgot
Let the Catfighting Begin
Question #5
My Heart is my Strongest Muscle
No Woman
Owning Slut. Confession #239

Sex Advice
Improving Male Orgasm

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Betty in white stockings
The Blue
Delicate Curves -HNT

Sex News, Reviews, and Interviews
20 Questions with Jiz Lee
Blowjob FAIL - the Blowguard
Hysteria and the Hitachi Magic Wand
Industrial Pleasures - the Hitachi Wand
Interview with Daniel Bergner, author of “The Other Side of Desire”
LELO Liv (And Hot Hunk Hugh Jackman Pix)
Sex Toy Review: Go Ringo Cock Ring

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Blindfolded, in a dark forest
Crowded Elevator
How I Became One Groupie’s Real-Life Guitar Hero
Instant Messaging Fun! #1
The Scent Of A Woman
She almost killed me
Sick Day, Part 2
A Sweet and Dirty Love Fuck Story or The Librarian and the Writer
Video Nasty
Watching Girls III, Strike a Pose
What we did on Valentine’s Day

BDSM & Fetish
Diary of a Futa (part 6)
Dream (100 words)
An Enigmatic Angel Returns
On display - Moroccan fantasy 2
So where’s the missus?
To be or not to be
A weekend with Miss Susan - My version

Thursday, March 19, 2009


Something in the dangerous tone of a post over at the steamy Pocket Secrets brought my character Maria to mind, so here is an excerpt to give you a feel for her. Some of you will probably recognize my inspiration, and I'll confess, I've been a big Pixies fan from day 1. My hope is that my homage is not too blasphemous.

Our first night together also involved my first experience with grand theft auto. No, not the video game. My friend Tony and I had been out roaming around on another Friday night. Two single guys in their twenties hoping against hope to hook up with some women. Sometime around midnight, amid the smoke and noise of the bar we were in, Maria prowled on into my life. She was with her cousin, Yolanda: Latina knockout, leading cause of wet dreams during our high school years. Yolanda exuded sexuality. When she walked by men of any age lost all of their thoughts.

Now Maria. Maria sent chills up one's spine with the way she walked. She wasn't a bombshell like her cousin, but she had a presence about her that put me in a state. She was a tall, strong woman, a little solid around the hips. She stood at about six feet, and she carried herself like a predator, swinging her shoulders as she loped into the room. I remember she was wearing a tight, spaghetti-string tank top within which her breasts danced. Maria just seemed completely at home in her body, unconcerned with whatever anyone else thought. I was conscious of the other guys watching them head for us, but I didn't really hope for too much.

"Hey," Yolanda said. "Remember Maria? It's her first day home."

"First day home" turned out to translate to "first day on the outside". At exactly eighteen she'd been sent up the river for arson. No time off for good behavior, this girl. Right guy at the right time, perhaps, on the day she returned to the neighborhood inspired, and with four years of thirst. She was happy to see everyone again, and crushed her body to me in a good strong hug, and soon we were laughing uncontrollably at her stories over another round.

Drunk as hell the four of us swerved out onto San Pablo in Tony's battered old Chevelle. Tony speeding down E 14th, Maria leaning out the window to feel the wind in her hair. "Fuck yeah! Faster, Tony! Floor it!"

Before long it was Maria behind the wheel. And damn, was that exciting, as long as near-death experiences turn you on. If Tony hadn't had his hands up Yolanda's skirt in the back seat he might have saved his car, but I doubt it.

continue...I was laughing my head off watching her. She was inspiring. I don't know if it was love at that point, yet, but it was a foregone conclusion.

The poor old Chevelle just couldn't keep up, though. Something broke in the front end when she brutally popped it over a raised divider, and we wound up leaving it with it's side slammed into a dumpster. Tony was fucking pissed. Maria was laughing her head off, and Yolanda was taking it in stride, plastering herself to his side. What could he do? Maria was an uncontrollable force. We were walking down the dark sidewalk recounting our recent close shaves, when Maria turned to me and put her hands on my shoulders.

"Damn, that was fun," she said, her dark brown eyes flashing. "That was so fucking good."

Then she pushed me against he wall and locked her lips with mine. I staggered back as this girl poured passion into me with a kiss I did not know could exist. It was like she fed on me. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through her as she crushed her chest into me. Her strong hands kneaded my shoulders as she focused her complete attention on our coupling.

She broke off the kiss as fast as it had begun, leaving me slumped against the wall.

"Fuck, man," she said, striding down the block. "We need another car."

"Damn, Maria," Tony said, "how many can you trash in one night?"

Maria wasn't listening, though. She was headed into the mini mall parking lot, trying door handles.

I glanced over at Yolanda on the trunk of a car with her legs wrapped around Tony. They couldn't have gotten much closer together with clothes on. She took a minute from her business to look over at me.

I followed Maria, not so sure I liked this. There were people coming and going, and the lot was only about at third full, not providing that many cars for cover.

"Yes!" came Maria's voice. "Got one."

"Maria!" I hissed, close behind her. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"You're damn right," said Yolanda, now close at hand again. Maria was wedged under the dashboard at this point.

"I can't see a thing," Maria said, reaching her hand out. "Give me your lighter, Bobby."

I knew it was a bad idea, but how was I ever going to refuse her anything? I put it in her hand, and she soon was yanking at wires under there.

"You don't know what the fuck you're doing, do you?" Yolanda said. "You think you're some kind of hot shit car thief?"

"Shut up. I heard a lot of things on the inside. This shit's not so hard. Fuck." Sparks shot out. "Somebody hold the lighter. Come on."

So there I was. Wedged under the dash of a seventy-six Impala with one woman like no other. She tossed her black hair back and looked up at me for the moment it took to flash me a smile of pure joy. I let my weight rest on her round, full hip while she messed with the wires.

"Fuck." She shorted something again and sparks popped in our faces. I reached up and pulled the ignition wire down for her.

"Got it this time," she said, and the engine turned over. I jammed my hand on the accelerator and the car roared to life. She screamed and kissed me again, eyes flashing, then pushed me up and got behind the wheel.

"Come on," she called to the others. "Let's go."

But Tony and Yolanda had other things in mind by now. "No way," Yolanda said, "We're walking."

Maria didn't take a second to think about it. She slammed her foot down and we took off, fishtailing as we headed onto the street.

To say that she liked fast cars is an understatement. A lot of girls liked to ride around in their boyfriend's car, but Maria loved to feel them surge at her own command.

She thrashed that one but good. We blazed across town, taking out garbage cans, side swiping parked cars, whatever she could do for a thrill. She screeched to a halt in a liquor store parking lot. She turned to me, with fire in her eyes, her wide mouth in a giant grin.

"Damn! It's so good to be out again." She crossed her fists over her breasts and hugged herself. "Alive!"

She launched herself at me and we kissed passionately. We groped and pawed at each other. I roughly kneaded the soft flesh of her tit and she moaned and kissed me deeper. Her hands were at my belt, and before I knew it she was going down on me right there, with the neon light from the liquor store bathing her black hair with colourful highlights.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," she moaned as she slurped on my hard cock. She devoured me, lost in the pleasure of sucking my cock. I slipped my hand along her back and down her pants. She rearranged herself on the bench seat to let me get at her pussy.

I ran my fingers over her mound. Her full lips were covered with a soft fuzz of hair. Her inner lips were peeking out, wet and swollen. I pressed my middle finger forward and it effortlessly slipped inside. She started pushing against my hand as she worked my dick in and out of her mouth. She gripped my shaft with a saliva coated fist and fucked me with her mouth.

I went for her clit, and rubbed her sloppy, open snatch with several fingers. Rapidly I rubbed it in circles. Her wanton moaning and hungry slurping sent me over the edge, and I blasted into her with my cum.

Maria swallowed the first few spurts, and then lifted her head back, taking the next in her face. She looked up into my eyes, still stroking my slippery cock in her hand. My next shot caught her under the chin, raking across her neck. Another, and another burst forth and landed on her neck and upper chest.

When my orgasm had subsided, she sat back against the other door and licked my cum off her hand. There was cum on her cheek, neck and chest, dripping down the curve of her breasts. Her black tank top had twisted to the side, showing most of one tit. My cum ran down over its curve into a jailhouse tattoo, which consisted of a big, gothic number "13".

She spread her legs and rubbed her pussy through her pants. "Damn," she said, "four years with no cock. I sure hope you can keep up with what I need."

With that she straightened her shirt, wiped some of the cum off her face and neck with her hand, and then got out of the car whiping her hand on her pants. I sat there, dumbstruck, knowing I would do anything for more of this girl.

A moment later I snapped out of it to the sound of yelling. I looked up to see her running out of the store with a six-pack in her hand, two guys from the store running after her.

Maria jumped into the car and stepped on it again, screaming a torrent of abuse out the window at the guys all the while. We peeled out of the parking lot with her laughing like a wild woman. Exactly like a wild woman.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Room & Board, Part 3 - Living with Jack

Part 3 of Melanie and Jack's story is presented as several short acts in which Melanie experiences a set of firsts. It's probably a good idea to read Part 1 and Part 2 first.

Her First Morning in Jack's Bed

The first morning in Jack's big bed Melanie woke early, slowly coming to consciousness, peering around the dimly-lit room. She stretched and rolled over, enjoying the soft sheets and the bed made so cozy by their shared warmth. She lay on her side and looked at Jack's face, lit by the soft glow of the overcast day filtering through the curtains. She admired the handsome lines of his cheekbones and jaw, the profile of his nose, and especially the curve of his lovely lips.

She noted the crackle of laugh lines at the corners of his eyes, the silver hairs sprinkled through his temples and stubble, the thinning of his hairline. The age difference was certainly there, she thought to herself. Still, she saw nothing but a handsome, kind man, who clearly found her quite desirable. Last night's intimate dinner followed by hours of attentive, varied lovemaking had let her drift off to sleep completely satisfied for the first time in years. She realized she had lost all interest in men her own age.

Unable to resist, she gently reached up and traced her fingers over his lips, then down the side of his face and along the curve of his jaw. He sighed gently and stirred awake, smiling, so she continued with her caresses and snuggled right up to him, feeling his warm, lean body pressed into her soft belly and breasts. She turned his face towards hers and kissed him lightly, grazing her lips over his. Without even thinking her hand moved down his tight stomach to his crotch, where she found his cock stiff and ready.

"Wow," she reacted, wrapping her fingers around his warm shaft and admiring the way it felt in her hand. "Was that one kiss, or do you always wake up like this?"

"Mmm, nice," was all he responded with as she started to stroke him slowly. She loved how she could feel the rigid contours of his shaft rippling under his soft flesh as she rubbed it up and down. She gripped firmly and pumped slowly up and down until he started moaning and she felt the wetness of precum ooze from the top, at which point she had to taste him again.

Melanie slid down under the covers and straddled Jack's leg, pressing her fleshy tits into his thighs as she took his cock deep into her hungry mouth. She stroked his shaft as he began to thrust his hips to fuck her face. In no time at all her pussy moistened and opened up, hot and swollen, and soon she was rubbing up and down on him, her engorged clit in heaven against his hard shin.

He put his hand on her head and started to fuck her mouth in earnest, soon making her take him all the way into her throat. Faster and faster his hips thrust, pounding away at the back of her throat.

"Oh fuck," he exclaimed. "I'm coming." He bucked up savagely and held her head down against his groin as his cock began to spasm and pump his cum right into her belly. Melanie gagged and moaned around his cock, writhing and rubbing her cunt on his leg furiously as her helplessness added to her arousal to send her over the top along with him.

He relaxed his hand somewhat and let his hips drop back as she coughed and breathed, then thrust back up, burying his cock in her mouth once again, sending still more cum into her. Again and again he pumped and thrusted, until he slumped back on the bed and let her off of him.

Melanie collapsed against him, gasping and drooling cummy saliva. She could feel his slippery wet cock throbbing against her tingling breasts. She felt happy and fulfilled to have woken up and provided such pleasure to them both.

The first week continued as a sexual wonderland for both Melanie and Jack. He had clearly also been starved for sex, and they had a marvelous time satisfying their appetites with one another. It took only the slightest provocation to end up wet and sweaty in one or another position. All day long they fucked and sucked in one place or another: in the shower, on the couches, on the floor, in his desk chair, bent over the table. At night they often went at it several times, enjoying rough pounding sex, as well as lazy sleepy, cuddly sex, and every morning she woke him with a blow job.

Her First Major Embarrassment

It happened late one morning. Melanie was at her desk in her room trying so hard to work, but her mind kept wandering to the cock in the other room. It had been something like three hours since their last contact, and very simply, she was craving it. Specifically, her mouth was craving cock right now.

She heard the rumble of a delivery truck outside, followed by the doorbell. She listened to Jack going to the door and opening it, then talking with the driver. She came up with a plan to seduce him into letting her suck his cock. The front door was at the end of the hallway. As soon as the door shut she would come up behind him and he'd see her there the minute he turned around.

She waited until she heard the door shut, then started down the corridor. Jack was standing there, opening the package with his back to her. She started taking off her t-shirt as she walked towards him.

Just as the shirt was over her head she heard heavy steps bound up the stairs, and the sound of Jack opening the door again. Flustered, she froze for a moment, then tried to yank it back down, but she had gotten one elbow hooked in the fabric, and the whole mess ended up caught above her tits. She looked past Jack and saw a big, handsome black guy with short dreads, wearing a FedEx jacket, staring right at her as she struggled back into the shirt. A grin crept onto his face.

Following the FedEx guy's gaze, Jack turned around and saw her standing there straightening out her shirt. She had managed to cover herself up, but her shirt was still bunched all funny across her chest, and she gave it a final tug and just stood there, unsure what to do next.

The two men stared at her in silence for a moment, then Jack turned to the FedEx guy and cracked a smile.

"This is Melanie. My new roommate."

The FedEx man's eyes never left her breasts as he replied, "Roommate, huh? Very nice." He looked back to Jack and handed him another package. He shook his head, still smiling. "Very nice."

"Nice meeting you, Melanie," he said as he turned and bounded down the stairs.

And that's how the FedEx guy got an eyeful.

Her First Casual Use as Fuck Toy

Before too long, however, the impact on their work was apparent, and Jack in particular became much, much busier. Busy days.

One morning Jack had to get up early for a frustrating conference call on European time. Melanie woke alone sometime later and padded to the kitchen in a slinky t-shirt. Jack watched her getting her tea as he fumed on the phone. She curled on the couch and grabbed her laptop from the coffee table to check up on her email and news feeds.

Jack was pacing back and forth with the phone, clearly pretty agitated. "We've been over all of this how many times?" He demanded, then listened for the reply with a stern countenance. Melanie was seeing a new side of him. A side she wanted to avoid, so she just focused on her laptop.

"Dammit," he snapped. "I just see no way we can make their schedule."

She glanced up to see him staring at her body while he listened to whoever was on the other end of the line. His eyes were boring right through her t-shirt, taking in the curve of her sagging breast. The effect was almost impersonal, but missing her morning cock suck, she wondered what he would be up to after the call. She shifted on the couch to reveal a bit of her pussy, but kept her eyes focused on her screen.

"I don't have time for any more of this," he ranted, "I have a meeting across town in twenty minutes. You guys figure it out and let me know."

Oh well, she thought as she heard the clatter of him tossing the phone onto his desk, then hurrying from the room.

A minute later he came back into the room and was suddenly standing over her. He took her laptop, put it on the table and grabbed her arm, turning her around on the couch. "Bend over," he said as she heard his zipper.

In no time at all she found herself with her knees on the couch, bent over the back, his cock probing at the entrance to her pussy. Every other time they'd fucked so far she'd been dripping wet, since it generally took Melanie only the briefest bit of foreplay to be ready for cock. Still, she was always ready at heart, so she reached around and spread her cheeks for him. Jack pushed his cockhead into her snatch, folding her labia in a bit painfully as he went, then pulled out and pushed a bit futher.

"Hold your cunt open for me," he tersely ordered.

She worked her fingers around to her lips and held herself open as wide as she could. He slid in smoother and further this time, stretching her open once more. She felt herself moistening, and his strokes started to go deeper and deeper.

"That's it, slut," he said through clenched jaw. "Give me your pussy."

Strong hands gripping her hips, he began to pump away in earnest, and Melanie's cunt now welcomed his thick cock with a flood of wetness.

"You like that, don't you?"

"Uh huh," she grunted back.

"Always ready for cock, aren't you, little slut?"

"Oh yes. Any time," she answered. "Fuck your slut. Fuck me raw."

His fingers bit painfully into her fleshy hips as pounded into her with a punishing pace. Melanie began to lose herself in the moment, centering on the feeling of his big cock hammering away at her pussy.

All of a sudden he stiffened and grunted, holding her firmly against his body. She felt his cock spasm as first one jet, then another coated her insides. Then he pulled out and let out another grunt, and she felt gobs of his hot cum splatter on her ass and her back.

He stood there breathing for a moment, still clutching one hip in his iron-hard grip, then relaxed. The hand pushed her around till she was facing his damp cock.

"Clean this up," he said, his voice a bit softer now.

Unhesitatingly she leaned forward and took his softening cock gently in her mouth and tasted their mixed fluids on him. She licked all up and down his shaft, trying to get every bit of the sticky, salty wetness.

"Good girl," he said, tucking his cock into his underwear and fastening up his jeans. Then he grabbed his bag and headed for the door. Melanie slumped back against the couch, her head spinning a bit as she felt the sticky wetness on the back of her shirt. Well, I guess that fits the definition of "fuck toy" pretty well, she thought to herself as her fingers idly played in the cum oozing from her snatch.

The First Time She Said "No"

It didn't have to do with being in the mood or anything. She just plain didn't have time, and Jack wasn't being helpful. He had come into her room as she was tearing around in a spastic hurry and started groping her half-dressed form. She'd playfully shoved him off, and now he'd perched on the couch, watching her every move.

"No, I'm serious", she said, with as cute a pout as she could muster. "I would like nothing more than a good fuck, but I really have to go right now. I have a meeting with my advisor, and you made me late last week."

It was impossible to move around the little room without coming in range of his spot on the couch, and the feeling of his hands on her ass wasn't helping her resolve at all.

"Well, sure, you can say no if you want too," he purred while he fondled her ass. "But you know you'll have a better day if you start it off with a fast fuck."

Her insides were set to betray her, but she really did intend to get to campus on time, so she pushed off his hand and stomped her foot.

"Jack! No! I mean it."

She stood hands on hips, and glared at him as seriously as she could. He met her gaze and held still, then scrunched his face into a perfect parody of the seriousness she was attempting to project. She couldn't help it, and suddenly cracked a huge smile. Instantly they were both laughing.

"I'm sorry," she said, with the sweetest look of sincerity on her face. "Really. I feel like such a bad girl. You know how I love to please you."

"That's right," Jack replied. "You are a bad girl."

"I guess you'll have to punish me," she flirted back. "Will you give me a spanking?"

Her First Spanking

Growing up with very liberal parents, Melanie actually had never actually received a spanking in her life. Her very first spanking followed directly on the heels of her first time saying "No" to Jack.

"Since you ask so nicely," Jack said, "I think I'll give you your spanking right now, before you leave."

With that he stood up and turned her around.

"OK," she said, somewhat uncertainly. His ability to seduce her was remarkable. "But quick, alright?"

"Bend over," was his only response. She bent forward and leaned with her elbows on the desk, and he lifted her skirt and lowered her panties to expose her ass. Waiting there exposed for him was automatically arousing for Melanie, no matter how determined she was to get out the door on time.

She was startled when brought his hand down hard and fast on her round ass.

"Ouch!" she cried, "I wasn't ready."

"I thought you were in a hurry, and what's 'ready' got to do with anything? We'll have twenty good smacks now, and twenty more for later," he said, "OK?"

"Uh huh," she answered.

He rubbed his hand over her cheek and then smacked the other one, squeezing her cheek after. He settled into an even pace, administering spanks first to one side, then the other. Melanie's stinging ass competed with her slutty psyche as she stood there, bent and taking her punishment, and her pussy began to moisten and throb. Her cries became grunts, which became softer and softer.

"There, that's a nice red ass," Jack said, stepping back. Melanie remained bent over her desk while she came back to herself. Fuck, she thought. I really lost it there.

"OK. You can rush off to school now," Jack said.

Melanie stood, pulled her panties over her sore ass and straightened her skirt. She turned and Jack saw the dazed look on her face.

"What, did you lose count?" he asked with a wry grin. "Off you go. Remember, more for later."

Melanie headed out with her warm behind, and tried to collect herself, but she was having a hard time of it. Thirty minutes later, sitting in her advisor's office, she was still distracted, and she could tell he noticed the way she kept squirming around on the hard chair.

She was distracted all day, in fact, and wasn't able to relax until much later that night when she bent over for the second twenty, and then was rewarded with his hard cock in her pussy when her reaction was just too much for him. She was stunned by just how much she loved it, but was not about to judge or deny herself the pleasure.

In fact, this whole new arrangement, with all of it's mysterious potential was just so satisfying, so exciting, and she knew she'd do almost anything he asked just for the joy of pleasing him.

Her First Rude Awakening

Then, almost as if on cue, trouble walked into Melanie's secure little world in the form of Veronique. An old flame of Jack's, Veronique was tall, sleek and blonde, with a take-no-prisoners attitude, not to mention at least twice as much experience of the world (and the bedroom) as Melanie, and she wanted him back.

And here's Part 4

Friday, March 13, 2009

The Balance of Power

Imagine my delight when the always-exciting Naughty Secretary agreed to collaborate with me. The experience was a joy, and I love the way the result blends each of our perspectives. I hope it is as fun to read as it was to write.

Miranda looked Jules in the eye and pushed her arse up against her tied slut’s face. Leaning forward with one hand on the big leather couch, she reached back and held the woman’s hair, her hips rotating and grinding. Her face was losing composure, but her command was clear.

“Mmm, that’s it, pretty pet, now lick my arse.”

A truly submissive moan of helpless arousal came from Adrienne as she lovingly bent to the task of pleasing her mistress. The feel of the stranger’s penetrating gaze upon her trashy behavior left her feeling completely exposed and vulnerable, her sweaty body twisting against her bonds as she trailed the tip of her tongue over the sensitive little bud before her.

Jules sat opposite the women whilst he quietly nursed his drink. Miranda was certainly proving to be a creature with intriguing qualities. She had trained her pet well, and was clearly as turned on by exercising her power as the sensations of that agile tongue. All the while she watched his face and felt his eyes on her. He watched her beautiful bosom heave as she moved, barely restrained by her bra. She saw his eyes travel to her rump, and she rolled her hips for him, pulling hard on Adrienne’s hair as she looked back over her shoulder. It had taken just a few challenging words for Miranda to end up here, within the spectacle before him. Perhaps I should try that more often, he smiled to himself, then corrected the thought. Miranda wasn’t your everyday woman, and the lascivious words he had whispered to her during their meeting would probably fetch him a slap with any other female, and rightly so. She brought out something predatory in him.

“Deeper, whore,” Miranda demanded, meeting his eyes and allowing herself a moan at the look of lust and admiration she saw there. As Jules watched her assertively use her tied companion, her formidable level of lust was clearly visible just under the surface, and he began to imagine that seeing her hit her own limits would be quite a thrilling prospect.

continue...While Adrienne strained against the ropes that held her in the heavy oaken chair, tongue circling, sucking at her tender skin, Miranda pondered how they had come to this situation so quickly. Why did she feel such an intense need to please Jules, a virtual stranger? She had only known him but for a few impersonal meetings. She let out another, longer moan as she felt Adrienne’s tongue drag across her nerve endings with deliberation. Her breath started to quicken. She tried to remain composed while her body threatened to give her away. She looked to Jules sitting comfortably, his long legs extended, the glass balanced in his long fingers. Judging by his composure, you’d think the sight before him was an every day occurrence. Maybe it was. Perhaps it was all of the unknowns of this man that drove her to prove herself, maybe it was the challenge he presented. “I don’t know,” he had responded when she had extended the invitation. “As I have aged I have come to learn my tastes very well. They’re not for everybody.” Now she had him here, and she wondered about his cock, and just how long it would be before she had it all over her cunt, her mouth, deep inside her arse. The idea sent shivers throughout her body as she continued to push down on Adrienne’s eager tongue. She felt certain she would be rewarded for her diligence.

“Do you like what you see, Jules?” Miranda’s emerald eyes shone. They were darker now, brimming with desire and flecked with heat. Her proud nipples pushed through her sheer bra.

Jules stood, setting his glass aside, and walked closer to the two writhing women.

“Do I like what I see?” His relaxed voice replied, as he ran one finger down Miranda’s back, slowly tracing each bump of her vertebrae from her neck to her pulled-aside panties. He pressed down with his palm, bringing a moan from her as he forced her to arch her back further.

“And just what is it I see?” He met Adrienne’s lust-filled eyes and worked his fingers into her sweaty hair. He pushed her head against the round arse, then reached underneath and stroked his long fingers gently over Miranda’s wet, swollen mound.

“What I see is two whores, both eager to be used, neither yet aware of her own depths of desire.”

Miranda moaned and writhed in an attempt to get his fingers to press against her while pushing back on Adrienne’s penetrating tongue. He grabbed a handful of her fiery hair and lifted her head to look at him again.

“So you think you’re in control?” he said, close to her panting face. “I certainly hope you don’t think I’ll look favorably on an orgasm right now.”

A wave of lust coursed through her body at his words, and as he let go Miranda dropped her head and moaned. He returned his attention to the bound Adrienne, pushing aside Miranda’s hand to take control himself. He ground her face against Miranda’s crotch, moving her all around the wet, swollen, open parts.

“Is that how you please your Mistress?” He demanded.

Adrienne could only respond with her own moans, as she feverishly worked her tender tongue at her mistresses’ pleasure. He crouched down, Miranda’s grinding arse right by his face, and looked closely into the slut’s eyes as he guided her mouth to Miranda’s clitoris.

“Give this whore the pleasure you know how to bring her,” he said, his quiet words shocked into forceful command by his cruel fingers tweaking Adrienne’s nipple. Her reaction was extreme, and Miranda’s arousal jumped at the muffled cry into her hungry pussy, bringing out her own cry as her legs began to shake.

“Are you going to bring her climax, little fuckdoll?” he asked, still in complete control of Adrienne’s head, moving her mouth up and down. This commanding man now brought her to serious purpose, and she continued to lick, nip, suck, and probe at her mistress. Miranda felt herself slipping, struggling to hold herself back from the precipice, and quivering, she surrendered to her first climax erupting throughout her body. She threw her head back and howled, backing up to mash her sodden cunt against Adrienne’s face. Both women moaned in unison, Miranda bucking in heat over and over again, screaming with Adrienne’s tongue embedded deeply inside her.

When both women finally grew silent and still, Jules quickly straightened and unzipped his slacks. They fell to the floor with a hiss, both women lifting their heads at the sound as they recovered. He stood, his thick cock resting in his hand. Instinctually, Miranda reached for it, and Jules contemptuously swatted her hand away, grabbing a fistful of her hair instead. Her squeal penetrated the air, so much so that Adrienne involuntarily jumped in shock. He had their full attention now. The first smack against Miranda’s rear was louder than her squeal. The second, third and fourth connection rang out in the big room, one after the other, pushing her body forward with the force. Her squeals quickly turned into gasps turned into moans as the vibrations hit her wet pussy, then suddenly he had two fingers inside her, roughly penetrating her far more deeply than that tongue had.

“Those are for coming without my permission.” The tone in his voice had changed and now resembled a deep growl. He withdrew his fingers from her, his hand coming down a fifth, sixth and seventh time with equal velocity, wet digits slapping against her hot skin. Her body shuddered before his very eyes, her head hanging in blissful exhaustion, her red hair covering her face.

“And those are for being a wanton whore.” He looked down the length of Miranda’s body to find Adrienne’s eyes burning with lust just over the curves of her round arse. Smiling, he licked his lips and winked at her. He hadn’t forgotten about their loyal companion. It was time to put her through her paces. He was enjoying the shock painted on her face.

“I think it’s time for a change of plans,” he announced as he pulled Miranda to her feet by her hair. She stood teetering giddily on her heels. He pushed her down, her inflamed bottom finding comfort on the cool leather. Her face showed a mix of confusion and arousal as Jules walked over to Adrienne and quickly untied her. He returned with the white nylon rope and snaked it over and around Miranda’s wrists, binding them together. She started to talk but his eyes warned otherwise and she halted immediately. With Miranda secured, he returned to Adrienne. His rigid cock bobbed before her face. She wanted to reach out with her tongue, taste his pre-cum, take his length fully to the back of her throat. But she knew better and remained still.

He looked over to Miranda while rubbing his shaft against Adrienne’s soft flushed cheek. “This could have been yours if you hadn’t been so greedy and impatient.”

Anger grew in Miranda’s eyes, yet she said nothing. He circled the tip of his cock over Adrienne’s hungrily reaching lips and painted them with his pre-cum. He rubbed himself against her other cheek slowly as he spoke.

“You thought you had all the power, didn’t you, Miranda?” Jules pushed his cock firmly into Adrienne’s mouth. She took half his length as her tongue swirled over his warm taut skin, her eyes closing to take in the moment. She feathered the underside of his cock, beckoning him deeper. His fingers twisted in her hair as he stroked his cock in and out of her, savoring the silky wetness of her mouth. He enjoyed the sight of her lips stretched around his thick shaft, and sighed as he stroked her cheek tenderly with his fingers. “You want it all, don’t you?” Adrienne opened her throat to his forceful thrust, and responded with a long, low moan.

“My, you are a little service slut. No wonder she relishes your mouth so much.” Jules shoved his cock deeper still, his hands running through her silken locks, clenching fistfuls as he moved in and out of her velvet lips. He watched his length disappear and then reappear, in and out, in and out. Adrienne’s eyes fluttered open to catch his stare, and a pang of lust immediately surged within his belly, his cock twitching in her warmth. He looked over to Miranda, a hot wriggling mess only a few feet away.

“Tell me Miranda, do you like what you see?” His eyes burning bright as his cock continued to slip in between Adrienne’s lips, his grip tightening in her hair. Miranda wouldn’t answer. She sat and watched, her jaw slightly ajar as she watched Adrienne’s head bob. She looked at Jules but remained silent.

Jules twisted his fist tightly around Adrienne’s hair, her yelp muffled as she continued to suck cock. His balls felt heavy, ready to explode as her lips took over gliding feverishly upon his shaft. The base of his cock glistened as the tip pounded into the back of her throat.

“Finger yourself, pretty pet,” he commanded, and Adrienne obeyed. She ran her fingertips into her wetness and then over her clitoris lightly as she continued to suck. She moaned, sending a jolt into him yet again. He was close to coming. He looked at Miranda again. She sat with her legs apart, he pelvis forward, her pussy grinding into the leather. She rocked her hips slightly as she watched, the anger still dancing in her eyes.

“I asked you a question, do you like what you see Miranda? Answer me now or suffer the consequences.” Adrienne moaned as his grip tightened again, his hand pulling her hair down at the base of her neck. Her mouth opened further, and he shoved his cock down her throat with new force. His other hand found his way past her thong, past her own hands and to her sodden cunt, two, then three fingers invading her heat. She was incredibly wet, and it wasn’t long before his hand was covered in her. He wiped her wetness all over her cheek as he continued to fuck her mouth, and it was at that moment of dominance that Miranda answered.

“Yes,” she hissed, rocking her hips, grinding herself again the couch further. “Yes, I love watching you use her like a whore. I love watching you fuck her face, fuck her mouth, fuck her with your hand. I want to see you come all over her face as she comes, I want you to make her scream out in agonizing pleasure. I want you to give yourself fully to her, spend yourself all over her skin, and then come and plunge yourself into me. I want her to watch as I fuck you back, take your cock, milk you for everything you are worth. And I wont be through until you have nothing left to offer.”

And that was all it took to tip Jules over the edge. He felt the surge beckon in his balls, felt the electric swell run down his shaft. He pushed himself all the way into the back of Adrienne’s throat, his seed spilling into her mouth. He then withdrew, rivulets of come streaming across her face, lips and mouth, dripping onto her heaving breasts. It was at that instant her own orgasm hit, and screaming, Adrienne came crashing with Jules. Their moans were enough to send Miranda spiraling along with them, and she came hard writhing against the cool of the couch, moaning like a dirty whore as she slipped over the leather, her hips rocking as the waves of pleasure washed over her body.

Finally, after their gasps subsided, all three were limp and still. Miranda’s laugh was the first to break the silence.

“Wasn’t that the perfect introduction, Jules?” Her imp-like grin beckoned a deep chuckle from him.