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.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Question, Never Answered

Lucy's story was one of my first to really explore dominance, and it's ended up being a favorite of a number of readers. I couldn't help but make a few tweaks while posting it here, and I hope it maintains the same feel.

As a self-assured, successful woman, here were few questions in Lucy's life she hadn't answered to her satisfaction. Similarly, there had been few experiences that she hadn't felt in control of. In her rare moments of reverie, however, there was one unsolved mystery that would come back to her, one experience as a younger woman that had exposed an unexpected side of herself.

The particular October 31st when this occurred started with a chill wind from the north. Lucy was already living in Chicago at that point. She was up and out early doing errands around town. She hugged her soft fleece tightly in an attempt to hold in a little warmth as the brittle leaves skittered along the sidewalk. Her boots crunched through them as she walked faster to get home and out of the cold.

She came up the stairs to find a FedEx envelope at her door. Lucy glanced at the clock as she let herself in. 10:15. Must have just missed the delivery guy. Good thing he knew her well enough to skip the signature. She plunked down her bag and dropped the envelope with her keys on the hall table. She handled a lot of these, and they were never as urgent as anyone thought.

The freezing flat did nothing to warm her up, so she stripped and jumped into the shower. Coarse goosebumps spread over her as the hot water splashed on her cold skin. Lucy clapped her hands over her rigid nipples and squeezed her breasts. She tilted her head back to let the water run over her whole body.

Soon she warmed and began soaping herself up, enjoying the feeling of her hands sliding over her slippery flesh. She wasted no time slipping one hand between her legs and over her labia. She pinched a nipple while her middle finger made a shallow dip between her folds. She slumped onto the corner bench in the old tiled shower stall with the shower nozzle in her hand.

Her breath came short and heavy through her open mouth as she worked at her own pleasure. Quickly two fingers ran over her clit in small circles. She blasted the water at one nipple, then the other. The hot water tingled the sensitive nub of flesh and ran over her body. She could hear her own moans in the small stall as she spread her legs as far as possible and pressed her soapy index finger against her rosebud.

continue...The finger pushed easily into her ass. Lucy directed the water at her clit while she worked her anus. Soon she was fucking herself furiously in the ass, gasping at the pleasure which spread through herself as she came.

Once wrapped in her robe, she made some tea and went about her business that day, dealing with phone calls, emails: piles of dull minutiae. By keeping busy enough she was able to push away the frustration with all the time she spent cleaning up after her "boss".

Mid-afternoon Lucy noticed the envelope in the table and grabbed it. She sat down and opened it as she ate her late lunch.

Rather than the expected, bright-white printer paper, however, a thick ivory envelope slid out. Lucy picked it up and savored the feel of the soft, hand-made paper. On the front large, firm handwriting just said "Lucy".

Something small stirred at the back of her mind. Slowly she slipped a finger under the flap and separated the glue with a crackle. She drew out a large folded card with ragged edges.

Inside the vaguely familiar handwriting said:

Dearest Lucy,

Happy Halloween
Please be my guest at an intimate gathering
this evening at seven O' Clock at the Robespierre.

In anticipation, your Admirer.

At the last word all mundane thoughts vanished. Who could this be? Working as a photographer's assistant, traveling, and dealing with agencies, there was more than one man she was certain admired her. The handwriting almost reminded her of a man she had flirted with from a distance so long ago now, but it was too neat and carefully done to be sure. In any case, he was many miles away and they had not corresponded in ages.

That probably wasn't it. But what would explain this card? Lucy knew of the Robespierre as a small and exclusive hotel, frequented by people with considerable taste.

Whatever the case, she wasn't busy, and her adventurous muse quickly convinced her to go. It was just after three now, so she could have done more work, but there was no point in that. She picked up the phone and used her forthright manner to corner manicure and hair appointments at 3:30 and 4:45. She phoned for a cab and headed downstairs, mulling over her wardrobe.

It was Halloween, but there was no mention of costumes in the invitation. In the cab Lucy decided that the Robespierre demanded a classical approach, and settled on a black cocktail dress. She could wear those little jack o'lantern earrings as a nod to the season.

Things did not go well with traffic and her appointments ran late. As a result she got back to her apartment at six-thirty, with just time to shower. At seven-fifteen she was in a cab headed downtown, with her pulse in her throat. Normally not one to worry about being late to a social engagement, not knowing who was waiting made her tense.

She pushed in through the wide doors and into the quiet marble-clad lobby of the magnificent hotel. The only people in sight were immaculately uniformed hotel employees. Before they could sense her hesitation she made her way to the concierge who smiled politely.

"Excuse me," Lucy said. "I've been invited to a gathering here, but I'm not sure where to go."

Arched eyebrows. "And your name was?"

"Lucy Victor," she replied.

He looked down at something on his desk. The sound of turning pages was loud in the quiet lobby. "Ah, yes. You are indeed expected. Come with me." He stepped from behind his desk and led her to the reception desk. "The key to 415, please?" he said to the clerk, who handed it to him with what might have been a twinkle in her eye. He took the key walked toward the elevator. On the way he handed it to a bell-hop and said, "Please show Miss Victor to room 415."

Lucy thanked the concierge and followed the bell-boy. Her mind was racing. If it was a social function of some kind, why was she being given the key? The old elevator slowly climbed, and she thought she could feel the young man's eyes on her. She was used to that, but she somehow felt that he wasn't just admiring her form. There was a subtext of some kind. She stared forward and listened to the noises of the machinery.

The bell-hop opened the door to room 415 and said, "There you are. Enjoy your stay." The look in his eye was piercing, and she glanced away with uncharacteristic skittishness. She mumbled "thanks", took the key, and shut the door behind her.

A magnificent room greeted her. It was not terribly large, but it had room for a queen-sized, canopied bed, as well as a love seat, table, and pair of armchairs. The walls were a rich wine red, topped with a creamy molding and a warm white ceiling. The lighting was muted, and shone over rich brown wooden furniture with gold upholstery. Several large oriental rugs covered the carpet. No hotel furniture here.

On the bed there was a folded pile of fabric in bright blues and aquas. There was a champagne bucket on the sideboard with a bottle of Perrier-Jouet and two glasses. Another ivory envelope stood up against the sweating silver container.

Lucy's head went light. What am I doing, she thought to herself. She opened the envelope and found another card. Inside it said:

"My Dearest Lucy,

Please accept my apologies for not being here to greet you. Damnable distractions hold me up. I assure you that I am on my way, but it will take a short while. Please pass the time with a long, relaxing bath. Help yourself to a splash of bubbly to distract yourself. After your bath please try on your Halloween costume. I do pray that it fits well. Careful estimations were made, but there is no substitute for the real thing.

Sincerely, your Admirer."

Well, that was about it. Lucy's knees went weak, and she sat heavily on the bed. Her rational brain urged her to make for the door right away, but her pounding heart held her there. She ran her hand through the pile of colorful silk. Even without anyone there, she felt she was being taken care of as she longed to be, and the thought of relaxing into it gave her a warm thrill. She knew she would stay and do whatever was asked of her.

She inspected the costume more carefully, and realized it was a harem-girl outfit, with a v-necked top and a skirt made of many streaming pieces of blue, aqua and rose silk, all trimmed with gold thread. There was a pair of dark red silk panties, but no bra. There were numerous scarves as well as some glittering gold jewelery: braclets, earrings, and other chains of various lengths. She tried to imagine the man who wanted her freshly washed and dressed in this classic costume of the submissive. She prayed that it would be someone worthy of giving herself up to. The lingering uncertainty lent an edge of fear to the situation, but in combination with her arousal it left more of a thrill.

At last she arose and opened the champagne, pouring herself a glass. The delicious, dry nectar chilled her throat and spread calming warmth through her body. She went into the bathroom and ran water into the beautiful tub. She chose from a basket of lovely bath products and poured a rosy fluid under the tap. She went back to the room as the bath filled with hot water and bubbles. She took off her shoes, leaving them next to a pair of sandals that appeared to be just her size. She hung her dress in the closet and removed her underwear, folding them away in a drawer.

She topped up her glass and returned to the bathroom. As she stepped through the door and dimmed the lights she admired her tall, sleek form in the mirror. "I look good with just a champagne flute", she thought. Lucy shut off the taps and slipped into the hot water. All thoughts left her mind. Just this much made the trip worthwhile, she thought to herself, and drifted off to another part of herself.

After soaking for a suitable period of time she removed herself from the tub and slowly dried off her delectable form with a large soft towel. She rubbed the luxurious cotton over her long legs and then up her torso. She dried her beautiful arms and caressed her shoulders and breasts. The bath had left her skin soft and subtly scented. She sat on the edge of the tub and rubbed lotion into her arms and legs, and stroked the insides of her thighs with her hands.

Her hand gently traced over her sensitive petals, which send tingles through her body. She pinched one nipple and slipped a finger into her wetness, then made herself stop, savoring her level of arousal.

She left the bathroom and stood over the bed looking at the outfit spread there. Any hesitation she had had was gone now, but the anticipation remained. The question of who would walk through that door, and when, was constantly present. Again, she tried to picture the men in her life who might be behind this (that it was a man she somehow did not question), but none came forward. As she began to dress in the clothes of a pleasure-girl she could not help but think again of the man in the far-away land whom fate had seemed to drive away.

She pushed the long paneled skirt low on her hips to display her perfectly flat belly, and draped a gold chain around her waist. The short purple silk top covered her breasts loosely, joining at one point between them. Its sleeves were transparent, revealing the warm color of her arms. She put on dangling gold earrings, bangles, and clasped a short gold chain around her ankle. She found another fine chain and circled the crown of her head with it, clasping it at a link which kept it there. She selected a particularly sheer black scarf and tucked it into this chain at the sides so it draped across the lower part of her face, revealing only her eyes.

There were still numerous scarves left on the bed, so she tucked several into the waistband of the skirt to hang with the various folds already there. Many still remained, but as she checked her reflection she was quite pleased with the effect. She bent to pick up the scarves to take them to the dresser when she heard a key in the lock.

Lucy straightened up and froze. She had become so involved in putting this costume together to such good effect that she had distracted herself. Now the knot in her stomach returned. The door opened and she still just stood there, clutching the scarves with her back to him.

Someone quietly entered and shut the door. Lucy heard the rustle of a jacket being removed.

"Very nice," his warm voice said, then paused. "I'll admit that I had some fear you might not be here." She knew that voice. Was it him? Her emotions raged. She was relaxed, but energy coursed through her body. She let the silk fall from her hands and slowly turned.

There stood a tall, slender man in a sleek tuxedo with a small black mask over his eyes. It must be him, but some part of her hesitated. He was smiling as his eyes traveled up her form to hers. "As beautiful a slave girl as I have ever seen", he murmured, almost to himself.

Lucy could not talk. The moment that their eyes met she felt that things had gone beyond costumes and playacting. She was compelled to break from his gaze and stare down at the rich carpet.

He spoke again as he turned to the sideboard, "I see you didn't wait for me with the bubbly. Good." He took the bottle poured some for himself, and walked over to fill up her glass by the bed. She dropped the scarves on the bed and took it when he handed it to her.

"To a long-awaited meeting. I suspect that the separation of time will benefit us," he said as he extended his glass. She timidly met his gaze again and gently touched her glass to his. It was slightly difficult to drink with the veil, but Lucy managed to do so with perfect dignity. She looked down again, but he put his finger to her chin and lifted her head. She shut her eyes as he leaned forward and pushed the veil aside and caressed her lips with his.

Lucy closed her eyes as the masked man leaned forward and kissed her. His lips were moist from the champagne, and coupled with her own slightly parted lips with perfection. Her nipples stiffened instantly and her body temperature jumped by several degrees. They remained there, lips lightly brushing lips for a timeless moment, and then he broke away. He smiled into her eyes and dropped his hand from her chin.

Normally an assertive woman, Lucy once again dropped her gaze to the floor. The man took her hand and led her to the other end of the room where he left her standing and sat himself on the love seat. Somehow Lucy knew she should not sit with him. She stood before him and waited for some sign of what to do.

He sat on the couch drinking in her form. Though her gaze was still averted she could feel his eyes. The feeling thrilled her.

"My goodness, I'd forgotten how lovely you are", he said. "Be so good as to display yourself for me."

He went to his bag, which he had left by the door, and returned with a camera. "Simply lovely. I must have some souvenir of this occasion," he said, and proceeded to capture a few images.

Lucy slowly thrust one knee forward between the long strips of fabric and lifted her arms into what she felt was a decent harem-girl pose. She turned and moved through a number of postures which displayed herself beautifully. The man before her made appreciative noises as she did so, continuing to take pictures.

"Very good. You seem to have no trouble adjusting to the role you find yourself in," he said and rose from the couch. He moved behind her and ran his hands over her belly, and lightly up over her breasts. Lucy was in ecstasy. Performing for this man she had desired for so long was bliss, and the slow anticipatory feeling was kindling a warmth deep within.

He stepped away and did something behind her. When he was back he gently took her arms and moved them behind her body. He crossed her wrists and wrapped one of the scarves around them. She was surprised how tightly he bound her hands, but entirely content. He resumed his caresses up and down her body, tracing the insides of her thighs and brushing her mons with a feather-light touch. Her blood was boiling. Her nipples were stone-hard, and radiating electrically. Lucy had her eyes closed as she drifted further and further from the room.

He stepped away again, and then she felt his hands remove the gauzy veil. His fingers parted her lips and he inserted a wad of silk into her mouth.

"You've been very obedient and quiet, but I feel the need to do this, if only for the symbolism of the act," he said, as he firmly bound the gag in place with another scarf.

The first feeling of uncertainty drifted through her mind. In truth, she had never spent any intimate time with this man, and she was now being bound and gagged. She was too far gone at this point to do anything but comply, however, and she simultaneously could feel her pussy pulsing between her thighs. He came around before her and stared into her eyes. He put his hand on her shoulder and gently pressed down.

"Now kneel," he said.

Lucy obeyed, of course, sinking to her knees with her hands bound behind her. He kept the pressure up until she was sitting on her heels. He lifted her chin a bit and bent her shoulders back.

"We must present your breasts to their best effect," he told her.

He looked down into her eyes and she met his gaze. She bravely held forth her breasts and stared forward as he raised the camera again and captured her in a situation she never would have dreamed of posing in before this evening.

Lucy felt completely vulnerable and completely at ease. Somehow she did trust him, although she now had no idea where this would end up. Again the camera flashed.

"Of course you trust can trust me," he said, as if reading her mind. "What other choice does a good slave have?" He lovingly ran his hand through her hair caressing the nape of her neck and smiled. He bent and kissed her on the forehead. His strong, slender fingers cupped her breast. He kissed her temple and squeezed the breast he was fondling. A jolt of electricity traveled to her wet cunt. Lucy moaned through the gag. He kissed her ear and ran his hand down her exposed belly.

With two hands he spread her knees apart further on the carpet. His hand traveled over the low waistband of the skirt and between the folds of silk. He stroked her wet panties and pressed against her vulva. He cupped her mound and pressed the silk into her folds. One strong finger slowly flicked over the nub her hard clit.

Then he stood up and walked away her. She opened her eyes and saw him go to the drapes, where he removed the thick silk drapery cord and brought it back with him. He dropped the length on the rug in front of her as he walked past to the champagne bucket. He set his glass down and removed his jacket, which he carefully hung up in the closet.

Lucy's captor returned to her, a dashing villain in a well-cut white cotton shirt and black spy-mask. He sipped from his glass and surveyed the damsel before him, then put it down and retrieved the rope, which he began to wind around her upper torso, pinning her arms to her sides. The thick, soft cord wrapped several times around before he started tying it. He bound the cord tightly, biting into her breasts. Lucy had never imagined an attraction to being bound, but her breath caught in her throat at the feeling of the cord on her nipples and she could feel her pussy lips swelling and parting with excitement.

Then he fetched a couple more scarves from the bed, untied her wrists and brought her forearms up against each other, still behind her back. He gently arranged her hands so that they were cupping her elbows, and proceeded to bind her arms together there. Again, she was surprised at how securely she was being tied up. It was somewhat uncomfortable, but that only seemed to add to the stimulation she felt.

After a few more tugs on his knots he stood back and admired his work. "What a pretty package you make," he said as he reached for his camera. "I shall treasure these images forever." All Lucy could do now was stare at him. Her pulse thundered through her veins. Whatever he had in mind, any noise she made would be at best interpreted as lovemaking beyond the surrounding walls.

The man sipped his champagne again and ran his hands over her body. Her legs were starting to go to tingle, but she had no desire but to behave as well as he wished her to. The anticipation of what he might do next kept her riveted. Her mind willed his hands to grip her flesh tighter, to move further. Her body hungered for whatever contact he would consent to supply.

He pulled her top apart through the tight ropes, drawing the smooth silk over her flesh to expose her breasts. He pushed the ropes aside enough to pinch and rub her nipples. Lucy moaned louder as he flicked his tongue over her goose-pimpled flesh and blew across her nipples. He sat back and took more photos. Her wanton feelings had her head swimming as she tried to communicate the height of her desire to the camera through only her eyes and her ripe body. Even without his hands on her she heard animal noises rising from her throat.

He put the camera down and returned to fondling her. She pushed her breasts against his hands as he knelt and cupped them from behind and he responded by gripping them strongly and grinding his cock against her ass. She pushed back against the rod she felt through damnable layers of fabric. Her only wish was that he would take her. Take her long and hard.

His hands were moving up and down her body. One large open hand would press against her belly as he pushed his pelvis forward and his other hand savagely squeezed her breast. Then one hand would wrap around her, pressing her bound arms between them as the other slipped between her legs and to her dripping panties. He stroked her labia, pressed her clit, and again pushed the silk into her.

"Let's try something else fun," he said.

When he let go she whimpered and sagged. Without his body against hers she felt as though a chill air had filled the room. She could hear him rummaging in his bag, and then she heard a humming noise. He pressed the large, round head of a massager-style vibrator against her mound. Her muffled cries escaped as she felt the waves of pleasure of an instant orgasm erupt. She ground her pussy against the instrument and bucked over and over again.

Before long, however, he switched off the tool and set it aside. Lucy was swaying on her knees, sure she would soon collapse. He helped her rise and led her to the bed. She collapsed into the thick comforter and lay breathing heavily, almost unaware of her state. Belatedly she realized he was taking more photos.

"Can't let you rest long too long," he said after a few shots. He bent her leg back so he could tie her ankle to her thigh with a generous length of silk. When he seemed satisfied that that one was secure he went to work on the other, leaving her firmly frog-tied. Then he rolled her over onto her chest and put her knees under her, leaving her ass high in the air. From his bag he produced a bundle of white nylon rope, which he used to tie each leg to the bed, looping it through her bent knees. She was completely immobilized like this.

He began snapping pictures again, removing her skirt after the first few. With the side of her face pressed into the bed she watched him put the camera down and go get his champagne.

"Damn," he said. "It's gone warm. He picked up the phone and dialed room service, asking for another bottle. Alarm went off in her head. Now that some of her excitement had been relieved by her climax she was able to think a bit more clearly. She realized that he was asking someone to come to the room, while she was tied to the bed with her ass facing the door. She tried to make a sound of protest, but nothing coherent could come out.

"Don't worry, dear Lucy," he said. "This place is the epitome of discreet." Somehow that was not the answer which would console her. His hands now returned to her body, however.

"You do seem to respond well to the situation, my darling slave girl," he said. His fingers reached under the gusset of her panties and slid through wet, slippery, bald pussy lips. "I don't think I've ever experienced a wetter snatch." Almost instantly as he fingered her cunt the slut within took over once more, and she found herself pushing against his hand. The vibrator had been satisfying, yes, but she longed for penetration.

He stepped away, then returned, and deftly her panties were cut from her, baring her pussy to the caressing hand. She pressed against the fingers which teased at the opening of her cunt, and her body hungered for the feel of the cock she had fantasized after for so long. The rigid cock that was so close, but maddeningly withheld.

A knock came at the door, and the hand was removed.

"Come in," he said. "It's unlocked."

"Here you go sir. Shall I just put it here?"


"That's a lovely sight, if you don't mind my saying so, sir. Shall I open it?"

"Yes. A lovely sight, indeed. And a very well-behaved girl, at that." As her captor spoke he was running his hand over her ass, and stroking the outside of her pussy.

Lucy was frozen. What would he do? How well did she really know him, anyway. Giving herself to him this way was somewhat like a game. A hot, intense game, but how far would he go with his control of her? How much consent had she implied as she had greeted him so submissively? At the same time a hot, slutty sensation welled up within her to be examined like that.

"Can you sign here, sir? Thank you. If you need anything else, just call."

With that the door closed, and Lucy felt a rush of relief over the remaining sense of humiliation to have enjoyed that as she had.

"Well, Lucy," he said pouring himself a glass of champagne, "how are we doing?" Lucy peered up at him and made no noise through her gag.

The man started to tug on some of the ropes. "it's gotten a bit loose," he said. "We'll just have to fix that."

He went about snugging the ropes so she was firmly held. He adjusted the ropes across her chest so that her nipples were squeezed between cords going just above and below them. As he firmly jerked the other bonds into place the ropes moved against her nipples and rubbed them against the bedspread, on the edge of pain, but sending her shivers.

After that he began to fondle her pussy again. At first he cupped it completely, and then he dipped a finger into her wet slit. He ran his finger firmly over her clit, which was still swollen and sensitive. As soon as he put two fingers she started to press back against his hand.

"No matter what, you are ready for it, aren't you?" He says. "I think it's about time I did something more for me."

He stepped back from her and took another swig of champagne. He untied his bow tie, and then his shirt, revealing his smooth, slender torso. He sat and took off his shoes and socks, then stood and unzipped his pants, relieving the bulge in his crotch. As his boxers came into view she could see his large cock standing there behind the smooth cotton.

He slipped his trousers and boxers off all at once, leaving him standing there in only his mask, with his thick, rigid member standing up and out from his body at an angle.

Lucy's juices started running down her leg. Her cunt was begging for that rod. One orgasm from the vibrator had done nothing to relieve the sexual tension built up in her.

He walked around behind her and climbed up onto the bed. "And now, little miss, I will use you for my pleasure," he said as his cock head pressed against her smooth, slick vulva. With his hands on her hips he unerringly slid his cock deep within her. It pressed between her labia and spread her open. Her tight cunt was stretched around him, but her generous lubrication allowed him to go all the way in with the first stroke.

As she felt herself mercifully filled Lucy let out a deep, deep moan through her gag. His hands gripped her ass tightly as he slid her all the way off of his cock. He pulled her towards him again and slid his now slippery cock between her ass cheeks and against her lower back. He pulled back and drew his cock head over her rosebud and back to her waiting snatch.

Again the thick rod spread her open and filled her completely. He held her there and Lucy pushed herself as far onto him as she could go. Her teeth were clenched around the silk in her mouth and she was panting through her nose.

He drew back and thrust again, his hands gripping her hips tightly enough to leave bruises. He grunted as he pushed hard against her own thrust, burying his cock as deeply as he could. He pulled slowly half way and then slowly pressed back into her until his thighs were pressed into her ass. Lucy was grunting with the exertion of taking his cock as fully as she could. Her body hungered for it to fill her and she took him and took him as deeply as she could, her cunt stretched taught about his rigid shaft.

He picked up the pace and started to use her body as a fuck-toy, ramming her back and forth on his member. Her clit was throbbing and begging for contact, but his hands stayed at her hips as he pushed her back and forth. Soon his grunting increased with each thrust and he started to thrust even deeper, if that was at all possible. Lucy's button was sending sparks through her nervous system and muted screams could be heard from behind her gag. Suddenly he thrust as deeply as he had and held her still as his cock pulsed and pulsed and sent powerful blasts against her cervix, flooding her tight snatch with jism.

He held her there for a minute or so and then thrust in and out a few more times before pulling out and flopping down on the bed next to her. Lucy lay there panting through her nose, heart racing, breasts crushed against the ropes and felt the cum ooze from her snatch.

"Mmmm," he said, "very nice." Lucy responded with her own snort of appreciation. He sat up and exhaled deeply. He sipped some champagne and regarded her. "My, god," he said, "what a tableau," and grabbed the camera from the nightstand. He started with her face, moving her sweaty hair out of the way. As he focused in on her face she regarded him with smoldering intensity, and let out a low moan, as if to say, "I'm just getting started".

He stepped back and photographed her from angles more and more pornographic. As he captured the depravity of her situation inch by inch, his cock began to rise again. He slowly stroked himself as he snapped away. As he knelt between her legs she spread her self as best she could, thrusting her ass at the camera. She had never felt so debauched as that camera had clicked between her thighs, capturing the cum running down her leg.

Her body hungered for more, however, and the sight of him holding his stiff cock in his fist gave her reason to hope. He soon stepped back and let go. He took another sip of champagne. "Hmm, I'm hungry," he said, and picked up the phone again.

Lucy's heart slowly approached a normal rate as she listened to her captor order a club sandwich from the kitchen. He put down the phone, drained his glass and put on a robe.

"Well," he said. "I should probably check your bonds, shouldn't I," and proceeded to go about tightening and re-tying various knots. His strong hands held her by the hips as he adjusted her position to his liking, then methodically checked and tightened all of her bonds. He adjusted her gag and gently brushed the hair out of her eyes as the knock came at the door.

"Come in," he said, as before. Lucy couldn't see the door, but as she listened it open she was quite aware of the sight she presented, and felt herself flush as the cart wheeled into the room.
"Wow. Would you look at that," said the room-service guy. "What a perfectly hot bitch you have there, sir," he continued as he transferred the food to the table at the back of the room. Lucy could see him now, a young man in an immaculate grey wool uniform with red piping.

"Thank you. Yes, she is about as hot as can be, isn't she," said the other voice.

"Sign here sir."

"Thank you. Would you care to stay and admire the scenery a bit more?" said her master (for that's what she was coming to see him as) as he sat down at the table.

"What a question. Of course!" replied the boy, stroking the bulge in his pants. Lucy's heart was pounding by now. Where would this go?

As she heard her master say "Just no touching, understand?" she was filled with conflict. Her mind did not feel like having this stranger touch her, but her body lusted for more contact. Her cunt hungered to be filled more and more.

As her master sat eating the boy walked around behind her for a better view, stroking his hard cock and murmuring appreciation all the while. Lucy felt like a complete slut to be so turned on by this situation.

After a while her master stood up and said, "how about a new view?" He came over and un-did the restraints which kept her on her knees and gently rolled her onto her back, then tied her again, completely spread-eagled. Then he picked up the big vibrator and placed it against her thigh with it's head on her pussy and tied it in place with a pair of scarves. He switched it on and stepped back as she closed her eyes and let out a long, deep moan.

"Oh, fuck," said the room service boy. The master put a pillow under her head so she could see the boy standing next to the bed between her legs. As the motor whirred and sent it's waves of pleasure into her body she watched him unzip his fly and free his cock.

Her eyes were as riveted on his pulsing, dribbling member as his were locked to her wet, gaping red pussy. The buzzing hardware seemed connected to her entire nervous system through her clit. Her nipples, still pinched between the ropes ached with pain and pleasure. She moaned and moaned through the gag as she watched the boy's fist pump up and down his slick shaft.

Too soon he began to grunt and thrust his hips forward. A thick jet of cum blasted from the head of his cock and splattered over her belly and breasts. Hot, sticky liquid burned her flesh and sent her over the top. Lucy bucked her hips with a desire to take him deep inside her, pressing into the vibrator and cumming like an avalanche. Jet after jet erupted from his cock and rained down on her legs, her stomach, her snatch, her face, her breasts. Her muffled screams escaped from her as she came in an explosive orgasm which went on an on as the electric pleasure instrument buzzed away relentlessly.

As her ragged gasps struggled from her throat the boy regained awareness and leaned forward, switching off the toy. Lucy closed her eyes and sunk backward into the bed drifting on a post-climactic cloud.

She slowly returned to awareness. Her master sat on the bed next to her in a bathrobe talking gently and gazing at her body with admiring eyes. She was gagged and tied spread-eagled across the big soft bed.

"That was indescribably hot. You are just amazing," he said. He untied the scarves from her thigh which had held the big vibrator against her clit while it drove her wild. He cupped her slippery pussy and ran his hands over and between her swollen, slick, open lips. He brought his hand to his lips and tasted their mixed fluids.

"Mmmm. You need to taste this. I know how much you would like it," he said. He reached forward and cupped her chin with his hand and smeared a glob of cum which was on her cheek with his thumb before undoing her gag. Then he returned two fingers to her leaking pussy and fed them to her. Greedily she sucked and tasted both her familiar flavor, and his rich salty taste.

"You are magnificent," he said, "but I am certainly not finished with you."

He smiled and proceeded to run his fingers through the cum on her breasts and belly on the way to her pussy again, where he started to manipulate her lips roughly and press hard against her clit. He pushed three slippery fingers quickly into her marvelously tight cunt. Although she was wet and loose it had been at least a half hour since his cock had been there and she grunted with a bit of good pain as she was stretched again by his big hand.

He thrust his fingers in and out and roughly thumbed her clit as he ground his cock against her thigh. It was certainly working. She started breathing deeply and pushing against his hand. He slipped his fingers out and started rubbing with his open hand over her whole mound. He smeared her wetness all over, running his hand into her ass crack which was slippery from her dipping cunt. His fingers started stroking her anus and then he slipped one finger in and thrust deep.

Guttural sounds struggled from her as he alternately fucked her ass with is finger and then stroked her pussy and clit. Soon he had added another finger when he thrust in. Desperate to be filled again, she quickly relaxed her ass as he worked in and out of it. Deep within, she could feel the foundations of another orgasm beginning to stir. He ground harder at both holes, and then abruptly removed his hand and stopped.

Now he moved to straddle her chest, and she immediately opened wide and strained her head to reach for his cock. He helped, grabbing a handful of her hair and she moaned gratefully as he filled her mouth. His tense fist completely in control of her motions, he pushed his cock deep. The discomfort of the thick cock jammed into her throat merely heightened her fog of lust. His obvious pleasure at using her like this, taking whatever he wanted, left her only wanting to give him more. He pulled it out, then thrust back, her saliva smearing all over.

"That's it, my slut," he said, his voice tense. "Get it wet. It's going in your ass next," he said, as he held her head firmly, cock crammed down her throat. Unable to breathe, securely tied, completely used, a new rush went through her, and a new flood of wetness streamed from her cunt. She felt the hunger in her ass immediately, so ready and desperate to feel that fullness. He withdrew his shaft, streams of spit dribbling as he rubbed it on her face.

"Yes, I need that ass," he said and backed off to untie the ropes which kept her on her back. He lifted her onto her knees again but didn't take the time to bind her to the bed. Her arms were still bound behind her, the ropes still crossing roughly over her nipples, and her ankles were still bound to her thighs.

One strong hand gripped her hip as he moved behind her and guided his cock to her little pink hole. She felt his weight shift as his hard, wet head pressed against her with increasing pressure. A rising moan began as she sensed that moment close, then turned into a scream as she felt herself open up, and his cock begin to slide into her, stretching her asshole open wider and wider. Blissfully unrestrained by the gag now her noises filled the room. Thrust by thrust his hard, thick cock slid into her ass steadily. Effortlessly it spread her open and filled her deeply. He held her with both hands now and pulled and pushed her body on and off his rod.

Lucy's screaming just didn't let up as she felt her ass filled by that heavenly cock. When properly aroused, there was little that could compare for her to anal sex, and this whole experience had her wound up like never before. The evening's mixture of temptation, stimulation and humiliation had brought out every wanton impulse of hers. Hours of being handled as his plaything had now come to a head as she felt him lose his perpetual control and just use her like a piece of meat, still bound and helpless. He filled her body over and over and over and over.

The man's moans became loud, soon competing with her screams, and he gripped her more and more tightly, thrust more and more roughly, then speared her as deeply as he could and held her there as spurt after spurt of hot cum jetted deep into her insides. The crazy, mixed set of factors, physical, cerebral and emotional, put her right over the edge again, and she arched her back and pressed her ass up to feel him as deeply as possible as she climaxed with him. The waves traveled through her whole self, and she felt as though her body were exploding. All was orgasm and light.


Lucy awoke to the sound of the door opening. She was sandwiched in soft, thick cotton sheets under a heavy comforter. Gentle sunlight came through the window. She rolled over and saw a young woman in an impeccable maid's uniform bring in a cart.

"Good morning," the woman said smiling warmly at her. "Here you go." Lucy stretched under the covers and ran her hands over her body which felt clean and smooth. Her hair felt freshly washed. The maid put the tray across her lap and wheeled the cart out. As the door clicked shut she picked up the envelope which was sitting on the tray. She felt the thick paper and gazed around the room, noticing a folded set of unfamiliar clothes on the loveseat. She saw soft wool and bits of lace among them.

She opened the envelope. The ivory card inside had his handwriting in strong black ink.

"Good morning, my sweet. I trust you slept well. It might do to check the calendar to see how many days you've slept. While I regret that our trysts must be so short, and so infrequent, I take consolation in the knowledge that I will always have something good to do for you, and that you will always be ready to take it."

On Sassy Sluts

I've recently been reminded just how thrilling a bit (or a bunch) of Sass is in a slut's character. Power play is all about give and take, and a willful sub provides so much more to take.

I love the sassy little princess who just can't keep from pressing the boundaries, daring me to respond, thrilled and apprehensive when I don't. She knows that the longer it takes, and the more effort it takes to provoke me, the more rewarding the end result will be. For she thrives on those moments when my dominance reaches it's peak and I bring her submission to completeness.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Crowded Elevator

The little remote-control vibe was your idea, my delicious little minx, but you should have seen your eyes when I pulled it out of my pocket in the cab on the way to dinner. A turmoil of anticipation and apprehension was exposed on your face as you obediently lifted your little dress and slipped the silvery bullet into your panties. We had a great time with that throughout dinner. I surprised you at the most inopportune times, and you absolutely loved it. Struggling to conceal your panting lust next to the waiter, the repeated glances from other diners at your little noises, the bus boy's eyes on your bullet-hard nipples as you squirmed in your chair, all this made your blood boil all the more.

By the time we left the restaurant you were relieved to finally head for our comfy suite, but nervous about the challenge of getting there. The little device was still wedged there between your swollen, slippery lips, causing you spasms of pleasure at the worst moments, and the wine had wrecked your self-control. As you stood, steadying yourself with one hand on the back of your chair while the constant buzzing continued, you felt the cool wetness on your thighs and wondered if the tiny dress was even enough to conceal the evidence of your slutty lack of control.  I came close and put my arm around you, whispering "good girl" in your ear. These words and my quiet strength gave you a calm reassurance, and my guiding arm allowed you to relax and resist the urge to come.

You floated through the cab ride, and walked through the hotel lobby without noticing anything. Things were bustling, and we rode up in an elevator packed with noisy people going to the rooftop bar. More than one pair of eyes greedily undressed your ravishing form as we entered, sensing the erotic energy which suffused your being. We stood by the glass wall, and as the night time city came into view people around us and behind us crowded to look. I chose that moment to switch the remote to full. You clutched at my arm, struggling to keep control as the maddening sensations radiated from your crotch. 

Then there was my whisper in your ear again: "Come now, my pet." The orgasm hit you instantly. The toy, my words, the humiliation of the audience, and finally my obvious pleasure at displaying you so were too much to overcome. You gasped and shuddered, gripping me to steady yourself, trying to maintain, somehow. Even through the climactic fog you were stunned that my control could be that direct. Your vision blurred, the lights of the city dancing before you, and you jerked against me again and again, unable to hold in your moans.

I finally turned it down as we reached our floor. As we made our way through the small packed space you managed to focus again, a woman's smirking face right before you, then another couple talking and staring at you. Still awash in the feelings, you just snuggled under my strong arm and drifted down the hall.

I know, I know: the remote-control vibe is an overused story device, but it WAS her idea, and who am I to deny my plaything her toys?