The Joy of Control

Dim Dreamy Morning

2010-03-21T11:23:00.001-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ivy Struggled to Find the Patience

2009-12-03T20:58:00.000-08:00

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.
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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.

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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.

Telling you what to wear

2009-11-24T01:25:00.001-08:00

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.

Struggle

2009-07-01T01:00:00.000-07:00

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

The Dutchess

2009-05-09T16:08:00.001-07:00

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.

Room & Board, Part 4 - Veronique Shows Up

2009-04-19T11:44:00.000-07:00

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.

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"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.

Her hips reached for the spanks

2009-04-09T12:27:00.001-07:00

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.

Desperate Little Annabel

2009-04-02T08:40:00.000-07:00

"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"

2009-04-02T01:24:00.000-07:00

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.

I love them all

2009-03-31T08:19:00.000-07:00

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.

Sugasm #161

2009-03-23T23:20:00.001-07:00

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”
Betrayal
“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

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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
Want

Sex Advice
Improving Male Orgasm

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

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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
Oxygen
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
Passion
So where’s the missus?
To be or not to be
A weekend with Miss Susan - My version

Maria

2009-03-19T16:52:00.000-07:00

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.

Room & Board, Part 3 - Living with Jack

2009-03-17T15:11:00.001-07:00

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.

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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

The Balance of Power

2009-03-13T11:50:00.000-07:00

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.

Question, Never Answered

2009-03-07T14:51:00.001-08:00

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?"

"Please."

"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

2009-03-07T12:08:00.000-08:00

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.

Crowded Elevator

2009-03-02T08:30:00.001-08:00

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?

Two Kinds of Fantasies

2009-02-27T19:54:00.000-08:00

There's two big, basic categories of fantasies that get me going. On one hand there are the extraordinary stories. The wild, or the intense, or even better, those balanced on the edge of sanity.

The other kind are extremely close to home. They're the ones that actually stand a chance of coming true, however remote. Often this second kind are quite mundane in their racy details, but the closer they are to reality, the hotter they tend to end up being.

Rainy Sunday

2009-02-27T17:20:00.001-08:00

Again I find myself posting a story which doesn't have much to do with my stated theme. Not much control here.

When Jennifer learned she would have a few hours free on this rainy Sunday, she took a deep breath and boldly wrote back, "OK. Let's meet for that coffee."

They met downtown at a fairly busy place, and sat by the window, barely able to make out the huge old library across the way through the steamy window. He turned out to be handsome, charming and friendly, and his bit of nervousness was kind of endearing. They talked about their kids, the rain, and finally the frustrated desires they both felt in their otherwise together lives. It wasn't that long before he reached across the small table and stroked the back of her hand, his fingers gently ruffling the fine hairs on her forearm. She turned her hand and they twisted their fingers together, and she felt a warm flush in her chest as her breathing deepened.

They sat there for a time, conversation shot. He let go of her hand and reached up to brush some hair aside and gently stroked the side of her face with the back of his long fingers. As his fingers traced into her hair and around her ear the tiny cafe table felt enormous.

"Let's go for a walk," he breathed, in a voice heavy with significance.

She questioned his plan with a mere pointed look at the rain lashing against the window. He acknowledged her with a funny face.

"Right. The library, then?"

This was a better plan, and even though she'd come out and met him thinking "it's just coffee", the part of her that craved something new won out, and she stood up.

"OK, let's go."

As they rushed across the street and down the block he held her close with his arm around her waist, and she felt a thrill to let herself be sheltered by this tall new man. They laughed just inside the doors, shaking themselves off in the empty lobby. He stepped close and pushed her damp hair out of her face again and kissed her before she could think about what was happening. It was a sweet, short kiss, lingering just enough to hint at much more to come.

continue...He stepped back and they smiled warmly at each other, thrilled to the core at the exciting sensations coming from their forbidden little adventure. He took her hand and they walked up the stairs. They talked about how empty the place was: It couldn't just be the rain. Poor books, they agreed, feeling a bit guilty themselves for their own part in that.

Of course it wasn't long before they were kissing again, the end of a long row of shelves, "fiction Sa-Sh" on one side, the tall rain-covered windows on the other. He held her close, one hand on her hip, the other back in her hair. Their lips gently explored each other with growing passion, and soon the tips of their tongues darted over one another. She slid her hands under his jacket and over his strong back and just let herself go into the feelings.

They were interrupted by the sounds of someone coming down the aisle and hurried off hand-in-hand down the other side. As they came down the aisle into the central part of that floor, the elevators opened to let out a pack of old ladies with plastic bonnets over their white hair. They swerved off and dashed up the stairs giggling together like a pair of guilty teenagers. They went all the way up to the top, his big hand finding her ass more than once.

Nonfiction was absolutely deserted and soon they were making out against anthropology, the most action these books had seen in years. Now his hands went to her breasts, tentatively at first, but when she moaned at his touch his big hands squeezed harder, reveling in her magnificent chest. His other hand in her hair pulled her head back and he trailed kisses and nibbles down her neck. Her nipples tightened as he undid a button on her blouse and his soft kisses and rough chin grazed her soft, sensitive flesh of the tops of her breasts.

She felt the hardness in his pants against her, corresponding to the damp heat she felt radiating between her thighs, and rubbed herself against him more. Holding himself back no longer, he reached a hand up under her blouse and massaged a breast through her bra, now working the texture of the lace against her already worked-up nipples as he went back to her lips for a deep, absorbing french kiss.

Now his hand stroked her stomach and as it worked into her waistband his lips came close to her ear, "I want to please you, Jennifer," he spoke so close. She offered no resistance as his big, hot hand traced through her tight curls. At the pressure of his fingers cupping her vulva she moaned deeply into his shoulder, and opened herself to his hand as much as she could in the circumstances.

She held tightly to his shoulders as the kisses continued and his clearly experienced fingers explored her moist, swollen folds. One finger dipped lightly into her slit, enjoying her slick wetness, then came back up to trace gentle circles around her hard, exposed button, never quite touching it. He would do this for a time, then again slide it down and inside her, deeper each time. He sensed the height of her arousal and soon was rubbing her clit with his thumb directly while two fingers fucked into her hot, willing hole.

Jennifer moaned into his mouth as they kissed and kissed, and her world contracted to her raging physical and emotional sensations. He kept her riding up and down near the peak of her arousal, building her heat further and further. His strong arm wrapped around her slender waist, and she let herself go weak and be held up by his strength. Soon, when he felt it was time, he whispered into her ear again, "Come for me Jennifer. Come now."

And she did. Those gentle commanding words just released everything inside her and a hot, bright orgasm flashed through her, touching every nerve in her body. She tensed and he felt her noises vibrate through him as she buried her moans in his shoulder. Still his two long fingers probed deep into her hungry cunt as she rotated her hips against his hard palm. When she began shaking he slowed down until his hand gently cupped her hyper-sensitive flesh, holding her close as she drifted deep inside herself.

When she returned she looked up to him and they shared a marvelous kiss. A warm, sensual, close kiss. She felt relaxed, satisfied and safe, and full of desire to please him. She smiled up at him and slid down to her knees, her hands trailing down his chest to rest upon his waist. She focused in front of her and stroked the bulge in his jeans, feeling the hardness jutting off to one side, thinking to herself that this looked promising.

He rested his hand gently on Jennifer's head as she set to work there among the dusty books, undoing one button after another. She revealed his tight-fitting briefs, stretched full. She ran her fingers over him, feeling his warmth, trailing her fingers into the glistening wet spot at the end. She hooked her fingers into the elastic and let his lovely big cock spring free. His fingers moved in her hair in time with his moan as she wrapped her fingers around it. Her soft hand slowly, firmly stroked up and down and she wasted no time bending forward to taste his salty wetness.

She wrapped her lips around the soft skin of the head and swirled her tongue along the ridge underneath. She stroked him and sucked him for a time, a bit deeper all the while, responding positively to his groans and thrusts, loving his tensing hands in her hair.

Then she lifted her head and looked back up at him as she unbuttoned her blouse and then buried his cock in her chest. She never broke eye contact as she lifted and stroked his hard, hot shaft with her big soft breasts. He smiled right back, "what a good girl," he said, thrusting in her heavenly cleavage.

"Mmm, hmm," she purred and then bent her mouth back to him, his firm hands following, his hips now more insistent. She earnestly stroked his cock, making happy noises as she lovingly caressed it with her mouth. Tasting the continuing precum made her want to taste the real thing all the more and he was clearly close, gripping her head, thrusting hard.

Suddenly he tensed and held her down. She felt his cock pulse in mouth and squeezed her hand around the base of his cock. His cum spurted forcefully against the back of her throat. He relaxed then thrust forward blasting again, filling her mouth with his salty fluid. She coughed a little and he let her up just in time for the next spurt to graze her chin and go into her hair, she marveled at it all as she directed the last few, finally weaker, spurts against her hanging breasts.

He leaned back against the shelves behind him and a wide smile swept across his face. She wiped her chin and looked down at her chest, his milky cum shiny on her creamy skin as he tucked away his wet, softening cock and buttoned his jeans. He took her hands and lifted her up and held her close.

"Next time," he whispered, "I think you should wear a skirt."

Jennifer smiled and nodded against his shoulder. "You're so right."

Room & Board, pt 2 - Moving Day

2009-02-24T23:55:00.001-08:00

you might want to read part 1 first.

One week after Melanie's eventful interview she and Susan were lugging her boxes up to Jack's 2nd floor apartment. Having heard only a lightweight account of Melanie's previous visit Susan wouldn't hear of Melanie moving by herself. She was dying to meet Jack, and to snoop around the apartment. He had welcomed them quickly in the morning, given Melanie keys, and then taken off for a meeting.

As soon as Jack left, Susan wanted to start going through the place, but Melanie kept her busy moving stuff from the car to her new room, and then booted her out the door as soon as everything was in. This was her new home (and adventure), and she wanted to explore it on her own before Jack returned.

The place was still just as cluttered as last time, and the kitchen was piled even higher. She could see that the cleaning lady just made do by running the vacuum and mop around between the piles. That was going to have to change.

She felt unsettled with the apartment in this shape, so she decided to get right to work. She was warm from moving all those boxes, so she kicked off her jeans and put her mop of dyed-black hair up into pigtails. Standing there in just her panties and shirt, she remembered his wish for her to display herself while home. "OK then", she said to herself. "Showing off it is", and removed her bra and top as well, letting her full breasts swing loose. She rummaged in her bag and pulled out a thin tank top which barely contained her chest. The anticipation of him coming home to her like this made her nipples stand right through the flimsy fabric.

Not really sure where to begin, she started moving about, picking up this and that. A lot of the mess was clearly work papers, and it was hard to know what to do with them, so she just picked up the cups and glasses and moved them to the kitchen. There were a few sweaters and things, which she gathered up and carried to Jack's bedroom.

It was her bedroom too, she thought with a thrill. She was living with a man now. She never thought her first time living with a man would be an arrangement like this, but she was completely excited. This room was a mess as well, but easier to figure out, so she decided to start with that. As she picked up the various clothes and tossed them into the hamper she caught his smell, which went right to her head. She buried her face in one of his t-shirts and felt her nipples crinkle and her snatch start to moisten.

continue...She added some dirty clothes of her own and lugged it all to the washer. The sight of her clothes mixed with his was yet another turn-on, and she reached down and gave her pussy a rub. Why was she so incredibly turned on by each of these little things? It was almost more exciting than moving in with a boyfriend. Perhaps it was the slightly taboo nature of their arrangement.

As Melanie tossed the clothes into the washer she grabbed a shirt she had picked up from his bed and breathed his scent in deeply. She slipped one hand into her panties and began rubbing her clit. She leaned back against the washer and spread her thighs so she could moisten her fingers in her slit.

She leaned there, running the soft cotton, fragrant with his man-smell, over her body while she worked frantically at her cunt. She imagined him sleeping in the soft, well-worn shirt. Soon she would be sleeping there, too. She moaned into the shirt at the thought. She put first one, then two fingers in, but she could only think of his long fingers instead, just as she had done dozens of times in the past week.

This time was different, though. Within hours, maybe less, she would feel his hands upon her again. She slumped to the floor, two fingers plunging away in her cunt while her other hand rubbed frantically at her clit. She thrashed her head against the washer as she came, coating her hand with her sloppy juices.

She caught her breath there against the washer, slowly running her fingers over her vulva, then pulled her hand from her panties, tossed the shirt in with the rest and started the washer, then headed back to the bedroom. She found clean sheets in the bathroom closet, and made the bed. There were lots of books in various piles, and she tried to make some order of them. As she moved about she peeked into drawers, and all around. She didn't know what she was looking for. She just wanted to explore. His dresser and closet were filled with nice, if simple stuff, and she didn't find anything of note. The nightstand drawer did contain a bottle of lube and a few lengths of silk rope, which she found quite intriguing, as well as an opened package of condoms.

The sight of the condoms gave her another rush. During the past week she and Jack had discussed their sexual histories and health, had concluded that his vasectomy would be all the protection they would need, and promised each other that they would use protection if they had sex with anyone else. This would be the first time in her life she had engaged in unprotected sex without any worry, and she found her hand in her pants again as her mind filled with images of his lovely cock. His bare cock. Hers, for her pussy only. She flopped back on the bed and sped away at her clit once more.

Jack came home a few hours later. By that time Melanie had the bedroom, kitchen and living room pretty much in order. She had cleared the floor in the main space, and moved all the papers onto the table. She had her back to the door, with the vacuum running, so she didn't hear him until he shut the door, rather loudly.

Melanie looked back over her shoulder and saw him standing there staring at her ass. She was suddenly very conscious of how she looked. There was simply no grace in vacuuming, and she felt sloppy and pudgy in her sweaty underwear. She clicked off the machine and turned to face him.

"Hi," she said, a little uncertainly.

"Wow," he said, "Look at what you've done! This place looks transformed."

She looked around the room.

"You're easily impressed," she replied, but she smiled a bit at his genuine enthusiasm. "I still have plenty of work to do, though. Could you do something about those papers?"

He came over to her and chuckled.

"I like the way you're making yourself right at home," he said, standing close so she had to tilt her head back to look up into his face, "and looking hot as can be, at the same time."

He reached out and cupped her left breast in his big hand. He caressed it gently through her sweaty cotton top, then squeezed. It felt really good, and she closed her eyes and sighed.

He kissed her lightly on the lips as his other hand ran over her ass. As she stood there just breathing, he massaged her ass and breast while his kisses roved all over her face, on her closed eyelids, behind her ear, moving down her neck.

"Mmmm," he breathed, "You taste so good."

Her nipples tighened as she felt his tongue run along her neck, down to her slick collarbone. His hand slipped into her panties and he slid a long, slender finger between her sweaty ass cheeks. Melanie rocked herself forward, leaning on the vaccuum cleaner, lifting her ass for him.

She let out a half-offering, half-begging little noise that caught in her throat as his finger tip brushed over her rosebud. He pinched her nipple and kissed her again, locking lips this time and probing deeply with his tongue. His squeezing, probing hand continued down the crack of her raised, pleading ass and over right into her pussy.

"My, aren't you swollen and sloppy. Does housework always do this to you?"

"Mmm," she replied, "only when I know I could get bent over and used at any moment."

"Do you think I should bend you over right now?"

"Uh huh," she just managed to say, as three of his fingers entered her begging cunt.

"If you want something, why don't you just ask?"

"Please," she panted.

"Please? Tell me what you want."

"Oh, please! Please bend me over and fuck me. Fuck me now."

Jack eased his hand out of her panties and took the vacuum from her hands and then twisted her around and forward with a firm hand gripping her butt.

"We'll see about that, but go ahead and bend over."

She caught herself with both hands on the back of a chair, and silently complied as his hands positioned her as he wanted. He pulled down her panties and positioned her legs apart more, then stepped back. Melanie felt hot and exposed, ass in the air, wearing nothing but her flimsy little top that barely contained her heavy, hanging tits.

"Mmmm. What a lovely round ass," he said, starting to run his hand over her bare ass. He caressed her up and down her thighs, then up and over her ass and to her back. He pressed down gently but firmly on the small of her back, leading Melanie to tilt her ass up even further for him.

"Let's have a good look at all this lovelyness," he said, spreading her legs more. She stayed completely silent and still as she held the pose, rampantly hot at showing herself so sluttishly.

Now his hand went back down over her ass and between her legs, where he cupped her vulva and stroked her gently. Melanie was focused purely on his motions, willing him to stroke her clit.

"Smooth and silky. Do you shave, or wax?"

"Wax," she breathed. She smiled at the memory of how trashy she'd felt getting her pussy and ass waxed the day before. Intentionally scheduling the appointment for the afternoon before moving in seemed so businesslike. She even told the girl in the salon that she was "doing it for work". "I guess that explains why you're leaking like a faucet," the girl had chuckled as she dabbed at Melanie's dribbling pussy with a towel.

Jack's hand was roaming all over her crotch, getting her hotter and hotter.

"Still, I thought I told you I preferred a bit of a bush up above," he said, stroking her bald mound.

"I don't know... Pussies should always be cute and tidy," she managed with a little smirk as she tried to press into his hand further.

"Well, I'm not into little girls. You can keep your pubes trimmed as nice and tidy as you like, but you'll grow it in up here, won't you?" He punctuated this polite command with a light smack on her ass.

Startled, she let out a little "ooh," with only a hint of "ouch". She wiggled her ass.

He smacked it again. "Well?"

Melanie made an effort to think with her mind, not her ass, and remember what he was talking about. "Yes. Yes, I will," she replied, a bit chagrined at the image of icky stubble. Oh well, it wouldn't last forever. Being a professional meant pleasing the client, she supposed.

He squatted on his haunches, gripped her ass cheeks his strong hands and spread her wide open.

"Oh god," she murmured as she felt her labia part, releasing a trickle of wetness down her thigh. He squeezed her ass, and ran a thumb up and down her crack, from her slit to her butt hole.

"What a nice little pink pucker," he said, making circles over it with his thumb, then pressing in just a bit. "So clean."

She gave herself a little slut point for the soapy finger she'd slipped up her butt in the shower this morning. That would have to become a habit.

Keeping her spread wide, he leaned forward. Melanie let out a little whimper as she felt his breath on her cunt, then she gasped, as he pressed against her swollen clit with his tongue.

"Mmmm," he murmured as he licked along her slit. "You taste wonderful."

Melanie was in heaven as he lapped away at her cunt juices, which seemed to flow from her too fast for him to clean up. He slipped his thumb into her cunt and went right for her clit. She screamed within moments of him starting to suck on it and crashed into a quaking orgasm.

She collapsed over the back of the armchair, and lay there gasping for a moment, until she heard him undo his belt and drop his pants. She rolled over to the sight of his big cock standing there, for her. It looked as hard as could be, with a fuzzy cloud of hair around his large, purple balls.

"Come here," he said.

She needed no more urging than that, and was on her knees before him in no time. She stared innocently up at him and opened her mouth and waited. Inches from her face, his cock twitched in time with his pulse.

Holding his cock in one hand he rubbed the head around her lips, smearing them with pre-cum. He put his cock into her mouth and she happily wrapped her lips around the warm, hard shaft. She looked up into his eyes while running her tongue over the smooth, veiny flesh.

With a hand on her head he began to slowly slide in and out of her mouth. She reached up with one hand and felt his large heavy balls. He moaned as she stroked the base of his cock. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and started to stroke.

Melanie began working his cock earnestly now, taking him far into her mouth, smearing slobber up and down as she went. She was letting out little sighs and moans, betraying her great love of cock sucking.

He gripped her head with both hands and made her look up at him again. She opened her eyes wide and stared back at him as he started to fuck her face. She moaned as he thrust his cock deeper and deeper, letting him force his hot head into her throat.

Melanie's obvious eagerness and enjoyment sent Jack's arousal through the roof, and after only a few deep strokes in and out of her throat he pulled her off of him, stood her up, and guided her over to the table. Still holding her by one arm, he swept his other across the table, sending most of the neatly-stacked papers right onto the floor. He pulled off her top and pushed her back onto the table.

"Take off yours, too," she said.

"Glady," he said, pulling his black t-shirt over his head.

As he lifted her legs up and brought his cock near her sopping pussy she looked at his body, completely naked for the first time. She held her own legs spread wide for him and gazed at his torso, at his trim muscles visible right beneath his smooth olive skin. Holding his cock in one hand he rubbed his head up and down her slit, teasing her swollen lips apart.

She moaned with urgent need for him to fill her with his cock, and pressed against him as well as she could. He rubbed his cock head against her clit and ran his cock up and all the way over it. She groaned as she felt the hard ridge along the underside ripple over her throbbing bud. He worked his way back down, slipping the tip between her folds. Silky-smooth, their bare, sensitive skin came in contact. He pressed in a bit more, then withdrew, and rubbed his cock over her clit again, then traced down over her slit with the tip and all the way to her butt hole.

Finally he placed his head back against her dripping pussy, gripped her thighs, and slowly slid on in. Melanie was in heaven as she felt his thick shaft spread her cunt wider and wider, deeper and deeper. He went past where his fingers had been, past where her vibrator went. It was unlike anything she'd felt in ages and ages.

"Oh god," he said. "So tight."

"Mmmm. So big," she replied.

Soon her pussy was stretched and filled completely, and her cunt felt wonderful gripping and holding him there. He stood with his thighs against hers, looking down on her body with total concenration. She lay there and watched him right back until he caught her looking. He met her gaze with lust in his eyes as he started stroking in and out, stretching her apart again with each thrust.

"Oh, oh. Fuck me," she moaned.

"Yes, that's right. You want it, don't you?"

"Oh yes. So bad. Fuck my pussy."

Slowly and steadily he plunged away, filling her entirely, then drawing his cock almost all the way out.

"What a hot, hot thing you are," he said. His words made her moan. "Definitely a wanton cockslut. Tell me how much you love cock."

"Oh god. I love cock. Oh yes."

"My live-in slut. To use when I like," he said, punctuated by a grunt as he rammed his cock home again.

"Oh yes. Any time. Fill me with your cock. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me," she streamed on and on.

Soon the pace had picked up and he leaned forward and took her bouncing breasts in his hands. He squeezed, and caressed, pinched and stroked. She felt his strong fingers sink into her flesh as his hands gripped her heavy breasts more and more in time with his harder and harder thrusts. He pinched her stiffened nipples more and more roughly, causing her to cry and shudder, and moisten further.

"Take it, slut," he said. "You know you like it."

"Oh, yeah. Fuck me. Use me as your fucktoy," she continued.

He rammed his big cock in and out of her hungry cunt, his hands at her waist, pulling her on and off his cock, using her for his pleasure. She held her legs open as far as she could, pitching her ass back and forth on the table to rub her swollen clit against his belly each time he hit home. Spasms went through her from pussy to brain like lightning. She could feel every nerve in her body alive with the anticipation of orgasm.

He slowed down, continuing to slowly slide all the way in and out of her.

"You just want all the cock you can get, don't you, slut?"

"Oh yes."

"What does that make you?" he asked.

"A slut," she replied.

Melanie was in ecstasy getting her cunt plowed by this commanding man and his big hard cock. This was nothing like the mechanical fucking most of her experiences had been. Jack was a man who knew how to get her into the state he wanted. He used his hands and cock to pleasure her body, and he worked his words into her mind to wind her up even further.

All this rewarding attention made her want to please him even more. She was ready to do anything he wanted. To be the trashiest slut in existence for his pleasure.

"I'm a filthy cockslut!" She cried out. "I'm a goddamned trashy live-in fucktoy. Use me as your whore."

Her own words crashing around in her head added to the excruciatingly hot physical pleasure radiating from her stretched wide, filled up cunt.

"Oh fuck. I'm coming. Make me cum. Fuck me hard. Use your slut," she cried on and on as she came, her cunt pulsing and grasping at his rigid cock.

He responded to her words and rammed away in and out of her, his hard belly pounding against her clit with each stroke. Then he and rammed deeper than ever and called out and stiffened, holding her body clamped to his. She felt his cock spasm over and over as her pussy flooded with his cum until it she felt it run down over her ass.

Eventually he relaxed and slid his cock in and out slowly a few times, slipping easily through the mixture of their juices. Then he leaned forward, the weight of his body on hers, and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around him and met his kiss completely, and slowly ground her pussy against him.

They made out for a time as his cock relaxed a bit, and then he gently pulled out and shifted to sit on the edge of the table. She lay there looking up at him, this man she seemed to be in the process of giving herself completely to. He sat by her side, watching her. He stroked her cheek, and ran his fingers through her hair.

Then he got her up and led her off to a nice bath, put on sweats and headed to the kitchen to start making dinner.

Part 3 is now available for your pleasure...

Sabine, Paris

2009-02-13T12:00:00.001-08:00

How well I remember the first spanking I gave to Sabine. It was, in light of where we have gone since, hardly a spanking at all, but at the time, it provided the essential spark that ignited a lifetime's passion.

We met across the cafe tables, enjoying conversation and flirtation, and there came a time when she agreed to visit my studio to sit for me. On the appointed day however, I waited all afternoon with no sign of her. A week later I encountered her again amongst a group of cafe clientele. She came through the crowed cafe to where I was standing by the bar. With a mischievous expression she proceeded to give me an off-handed apology.

As I recall, my reception was cool, since I was still feeling genuinely annoyed. "You must have had much more pressing business. It seems you were unable to even send a message."

At this she giggled, the look of a delicious memory clearly passing over her impish features. "I guess I did get involved in something I couldn't break away from. Sometimes I just can't control myself. I really am sorry," she said with a silly pout. "I can come tomorrow."

This girl was impressing me less and less all the time. "That's alright. I'm not sure you'd really enjoy sitting still for hours," I said in a somewhat derisive tone.

"You're mad at me, aren't you?" Her cute little expressions weren't getting far with me, but she certainly wasn't giving up.

"Mad? No, I'm not sure I'd use that word. It certainly is annoying to set aside an afternoon for no reason, though."

"Oh, the last thing I want to be is annoying," she said, with another display of lower lip. She must have seen that she was making headway against my stern resolve however, and added with an innocent gaze into my eyes, "Perhaps I should be disciplined."

At this I chuckled. This young thing was too precious for me to treat the topic of a missed appointment so seriously.

"Yes, I imagine you should be," I said.

"I probably deserve a good spanking."

"Do you think that would help you remember to keep your appointments?"

"I hope so," she said and turned, right there at the crowded bar, presenting her lovely round behind to me. She wiggled it a bit and looked over her shoulder at me with one finger on her lower lip. "I'm so badly in need of discipline."

"You do appear to be a wayward little coquette," I replied while admiring the way her long skirt curved over her anatomy.

"Perhaps if we get my punishment over now then we can arrange an appointment for tomorrow." This was accompanied by another suggestive thrust of her delicious rear in my direction.

I was a bit nonplussed by this young trollop's behavior, but the whole situation was rather enjoyable, so I did my best to rise to the occasion.

"How many do you think you deserve?"

The look now in Sabine's eyes showed the knowledge that she had hooked her fish, and she languidly stood up and came closer to me.

"As many as you desire to give me, Monsieur," she said, her voice an octave lower than her previous flirtations.

She then turned and began to walk to the back of the cafe. She looked over her shoulder and gave me another of her marvelous smiles. I followed her into a store room where she made her way between the dusty boxes and sacks and barrels. At the other side of the room she bent at the waist and put her hands on a shelf before her.

The sight of her flawless form presented so submissively began to have an effect on my demeanor. I removed my coat and laid it over a stack of boxes, then rolled my sleeves as I took two steps across the small room to stand behind her, and a bit to the left. With a few gentle strokes of my hand I smoothed her skirt over her rear. Her breath was coming heavily as she waited for my blows.

I withdrew my hand and then brought it down against her firm buttock. Her body stiffened and she let out a sound that was a cross between a snort and a moan. Quickly I followed that first slap with one to the other side. Sabine moaned a bit more and thrust her behind at me again.

"Thank you, Sir," she breathed, her head hanging down between her arms.

Physical domination was nothing that had ever appealed to me, but this young woman's behavior brought a new fire to my veins. I now delivered a blow that made her gasp. It was a gasp of shock, tinged with desire.

The Black Hole

2009-02-12T13:33:00.000-08:00

This story certainly doesn't fit with the stated theme of my blog here. Oh well. I wrote it a long time ago, in one fast go.

Even as his ship fell towards the black hole with ever increasing speed, Wes craned his neck back, riveted by the view in the rear port.

"They're crazy!" He yelled in the empty cabin. "They'll never get free now! It's suicide to follow me."

Still, the other ship continued to gain. He could clearly see the gaping black mouths of the copper-rimmed blast ports. The ship had a huge, old-style hammerdrive that dwarfed its life-support section. It was one seriously overpowered machine.

Wes had no idea what they wanted. He had given up bracing himself for the imminent blast from those orifices of destruction. They could have shot him at far greater range and avoided the pull of the black hole. He had nothing of value, and his ship, though hot in its time, had not only been seriously superceded by the new technologies, but was falling apart at the seams.

The pursuing vessel would soon catch up, and then what? There was nothing Wes could do. He had long since lost control of his ship to the gravity well, which inexorably sucked him in.

Outside, the swirling cloud of gases filled the entire forward view. Streaks of purples and brilliant white were being sucked from the neighboring nebula into the voracious well. The gases concentrated and grew brighter as they reached the center, only to border on the absolute blackness of the black hole.

The large silver and bronze craft bore down on Wes and matched speeds, its bulk blotting out the overhead view. He could see that it had a rather small crew area. Two small hatches suddenly flipped open and a pair of grappling hooks flew out with puffs of propellant.

"Fuck!" Wes broke for the suit-locker on the other side of the cabin as the feel of their hardened-steel claws impacting on the ship made the whole ship shudder. The sound of the claws contracting on the thin shell of the hull chilled him to the bone. He glanced up to see a suited figure flying toward him from a larger hatch that had opened. He slammed the door on the locker and groped for his suit. As he struggled into the legs he heard a thud against the hull.

He looked up, but could no longer see the attacker, who was presumably at the air lock. There was a vibration against the hull that felt like a cutting tool. As he yanked the zipper to his throat he heard the outer hatch open without the airlock cycling. His fingers struggled with the collar latches, which always got stuck.

The speed with which they had pulled all this off was impressive. He just about broke his finger getting the collar done up and grabbed at his helmet just as the inner door flew open and the air started rushing out of the open lock with a deafening roar, pulling him with it toward the red-suited figure, who was braced in the opening. As he jammed the helmet on the invader grabbed him, slammed the collar lock home and sprang for the other ship.

They flew the short distance chest to chest, with the gaudy spiral of light reflecting across the stranger's reflective faceplate. Looking down he could see where the loss of pressure within his ship had allowed the grappling hooks to bite into his ship's hull, ripping giant gashes into the metal.

They entered the big ship, his captor cycled the lock and dragged him into the main cabin. He tried to break from the gripping gloves, but found himself flung aft, with the menacing red figure pursuing him. The stranger deftly popped his helmet lock and tossed it away, then steadying with one hand on a rail, popped off the red suit's helmet and sent it after it.

Wes found himself stupefied by the sight before him. "You!" was all he could gasp.

A cloud of blonde hair floated from where the helmet had been and a radiant face, possessed with an intensity of purpose which dominated him completely, stared at him. The woman's eyes bored into his very soul. For this was no longer a mysterious figure, but a vision embodied. No longer a sexless attacker, but most definitely a woman. The tight-fitting suit gleamed with its red sheen and curved smoothly over her hips and defined her round thighs. The ribbed bands across the chest accentuated the curve of her breasts. The close sleeves revealed her biceps and the gloves tapered to her fingertips. All this hung before him before the backdrop of the sight of the giant nova swirling into the nearby black hole.

continue..."You think you're going down there without me?" she demanded. "You could be killed!" She undid the clasp on one glove and pulled it off with her teeth, then switched handholds and did the same with the other one. Wes still couldn't find anything to say.

"But we're in this together now, and since this is probably my last moment in this universe one way or another we're doing it my way!"

She undid her neck clasp and pulled her zipper down halfway and then moved towards Wes, who gathered his wits and reached to meet her. As they spun away from the wall she pulled at his zipper and slipped one cool hand into his battered black suit, running it over his chest while the other curled around his neck. He gripped her body and pulled her to him, closing on her lips.

The softness of her lips as he brushed over them brought tears to his eyes as a long-hungered sensation was finally granted to him. Their tongues darted forward and caressed each other and he pressed his teeth into her lower lip, then pressed himself into her as their souls touched. Her tongue pushed into his mouth and he gripped her round ass and ground against her as they floated under the view of the kaleidoscopic chaos which was their destination.

They kissed and kissed and the blood coursed through their bodies.

He removed his gloves and ran his hands under her suit, from neck to breasts and down her soft belly. He cupped her breasts with his large hands and gripped them with gentle strength. She peeled his suit back from his shoulders and bit at his neck and he groaned. He kissed her behind the ear, down her neck, to her clavicle and on to her shoulder. He brushed her nipples with his thumbs and they became even harder. He bent his head to one and ran his tongue over it, gripped it between his teeth and traced over its tip with his tongue.

Her moans filled the cabin and she opened her eyes to view the black hole growing above them. The brilliant clouds of pinks and purples filled the view through the transparent dome.

He unzipped her suit the rest of the way and ran the nails of his other hand over her skin, down her stomach and into her pubic hair. She spread her legs and offered herself up to him. He cupped her mound and drew his hand back up, pressing inward with his middle finger, feeling the slick wetness of her folds. He continued moving his hand up and grazed past her button with only the lightest pressure.

She opened his suit and slid her hand to his engorged member, running her fingers along the thick vein on the underside and down to his bulging testicles. She wrapped her hand around the thick shaft just below the head and gripped firmly, slowly moving her hand up and down. Animal noises passed his lips from deep inside him.

As he traced gentle circles around her sensitive nub she pressed her sex against his hand and he slid back down, this time slipping his finger easily into her, grinding his palm against her swollen button. Grinding, and grinding, and grinding. Her moans grew louder and louder, deepening in pitch.

The terrifying, utter blackness yawned over them as the ship hurtled down at an unthinkable rate.

They freed themselves of their suits and came together as man and woman. His thick member slid slowly into her wet, wet opening. They kept the even, smooth motion going until the base ground against her pleasure spot. Her insides gripped the shaft which filled her as he pulled back and thrust again, still slowly. They moaned in unison as they pressed together. Stroke by stroke their passion grew, till it seemed it could equal the forces which danced chaotically all around them.

Their pace increased as they reached the yawning vortex. His hands gripped her buttocks as he thrust into her, trying to reach her very center. Light from every part of the spectrum flared around them, obliterating their sense of place. They felt as though they were beings of pure passion in a frozen moment that seemed to go on to eternity.

And so the gleaming ship, it's reflective hull a blinding streak of dancing light, plunged into the black hole, never to be seen in the universe of it's origin again.

Room & Board, Part 1 - The Interview

2009-02-10T08:24:00.000-08:00

OK, so this one is clearly packed with married, middle-aged man fantasy. Guilty as charged. I fond of it, though, so here it is.

Melanie had been through some twists and turns in her life, but she never expected to end up like this. It all started with a Craigslist ad, in the "housing" section, of all places.

"Oh my god, check this one out!" squealed Susan. "'Full Room & Board for Young Nympho Housekeeper'.

"What!?" replied Melanie.

Susan continued to read from the screen.

"Recently divorced professional man seeks young female to keep large apartment in good order, and sexual needs fulfilled. Fifteen years of pent-up energy to satisfy, and too busy to date. I've decided to look for a live-in solution without the strings of romance. I'm offering a comfortable, sunny room and free run of the whole place. I'll do all the shopping and cooking. You must be fastidiously tidy and organized, have excellent oral skills, and provide reasonably frequent and varied services with a smile. Sense of adventure a plus."

"Woah! Can believe that? What kind of guy would even post such a thing? I bet he doesn't even get one response." Melanie said.

Melanie and Susan had moved to the Bay Area together, after being roommates for the last two years at their small mid-west college. Susan was a bit more straight-laced than most of Melanie's friends had been up until that point, but she was a truly sweet and caring person, something Melanie was ready for. After what had probably been too crazed a start to her university career she'd sworn off all those crass, pig-headed college boys and dumb-as-a-post party girls and really enjoyed the calm, tidy atmosphere of their cosy off-campus apartment. Susan's example taught her how apply herself to her work, and she caught up on her studies, finishing on time, with honors even. Over all that time, Melanie had just managed to keep her hyper sex drive in check with her own fingers, though she did end up with a handful of soft, sensual experiences in her hot little asian roommate's bed. When they'd both gotten accepted to the same grad school it had seemed like the best luck ever, and in their cute apartment with a tiny bay view, Melanie started wondering if she should try and turn the relationship from friends to lovers.

Then, after only a few months, Susan claimed to have found the love of her life. To Melanie it looked more like Susan had finally discovered cock, but the end result was the same. In ever-so-pained terms, she had broken the news to Melanie that she wanted her to move out as soon as possible to make room for her man. So great was Susan's urgency that once Melanie had assured her that she wasn't heartbroken, she'd thrown herself into the task of helping Melanie find a new place to live.

It wasn't going very well. The trouble was that the Bay Area housing market just wasn't set up for the hard-working graduate student. Melanie's meager TA wages barely kept her fed and housed as it was, and she just wasn't liking the descriptions she saw in shared housing ads. All she wanted was a calm, clean place to concentrate on her work, but these group arrangements all made her think of the dorms again.

"Leave that alone and go back to the index," Melanie said. "I saw one for $250."

"What's the matter? This is really just a personals ad in the wrong section," Susan said. "Full Room and Board," she stressed. "Think how much easier school would be without all those TA hours."

"What, and replace them with fucking and cleaning?" Melanie laughed. "That's exactly why I'm still in school."

continue...Susan steadied her gaze. "Come on. You could use some fucking, sweetie."

Melanie's eyes went wide. "You're serious! You're suggesting I should whore myself out to some lecherous old slob?"

"He could also be a nice, handsome, successful guy in his forties."

"What does that have to do with it?" Melanie retorted. She was becoming a bit shocked by her friend's attitude.

"Think about it as trading cleaning for rent and having a roommate fuck-buddy."

"Come on! It doesn't say 'friends with benefits'. It says 'services'. This is a work arrangement."

"It's just sex! You like sex!" Susan exclaimed.

"Sounds like you're the one who should be replying," Melanie said, tartly.

"I am going to reply," said Susan. "I'm going to reply and ask him for a picture and we'll see what you say then."

-----

Later that afternoon Susan squealed for Melanie's attention. "He wrote back! With pictures! He's cute, Melanie."

Melanie rushed right over, despite herself, and plunked down on the couch next to Susan. He was cute. The apartment looked nice, too.

"If those are really his pictures," Melanie said.

"What would the point of that be?"

"He could just be perving on the internet."

"Dear Melanie," Susan read.

"What?? You used my real name?"

"Shut up," Susan said, and kept reading.

"Thanks for replying to my ad. Yes, I am quite serious. Here are a few photos taken just last week. If you like what you see, and you'd seriously consider the job of nympho-housekeeper, why don't you give me a call so we can set up an interview? Jack."

"An interview!" Melanie exclaimed. "We know what that means!"

"You've got the 'nympho' part, for sure," Susan pondered. "I know you get yourself off at least three times a day, and you're a royal bitch when you have to go a few days without you vibrator."

Melanie's jaw dropped, but Susan wasn't done.

"And I also know how much fun you had your first two years at school. And those high-school photos that went around."

"Oh, god," Melanie groaned, remembering the pictures of her pale, fleshy body taking cock in both ends. "You saw those? I've heard a few wound up posted places..."

"Some of those girls said trashy things about your weight, but it looked to me like you were having a good time. I thought they were hot," she giggled.

Melanie smiled, blushing a little. "I had a great time. For some reason the camera was a real turn-on."

"Didn't you tell me you were a champion cocksucker?"

"Yeah, that's why those girls hated me. Their boyfriends always came around for my mouth." Melanie blushed more.

"Excellent oral skills," Susan quoted. "Check."

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Two days later, Melanie was standing across from the man who had written those words. She couldn't believe Susan had talked her into this, but she had to admit that the butterflies in her stomach were more than just nervousness. She felt all jangly with excitement.

The tail-end of the rainstorm had been a bit damp and chilly, and she was standing there feeling completely self-conscious of the way the Susan had forced her to expose about half of her breasts. Her first time out of sweats and into a dress in ages. And a skimpy summer dress, at that! It left acres of skin covered in goosebumps from her chest to her pink, chilly thighs.

At least she hadn't let Susan talk her out of her boots. With her Docs laced up high she felt rooted to the ground, and she looked Jack in the eye and held out her hand.

"Hi," she said.

Jack's strong, warm hand felt great, enfolding her cold fingers. She couldn't kid herself that his looks helped. He'd looked good in his picture, but the age difference had been apparent. In person she felt an instant charm from him that put that concern aside. He was tall, and dressed well in simple, dark clothes. Not your average middle-aged wardrobe, but not trying to be young, either.

"Hi. I'm sorry you got caught in that. Can I get you a towel?" He asked, taking her umbrella and turning to put it by the door.

"That's ok," she replied. The room was warm, and she thought her nipples probably weren't showing anymore. She wondered if he'd seen.

His eyes definitely took in the sway of her boobs as she shook her fingers through her hair, though, brushing it roughly into position. No bones about it. His smile got bigger, and Melanie suddenly felt far warmer inside.

"I'm so glad you came. Let me show you around. This is where I spend most of my time when I'm home, between my running my business and hanging out."

The door opened onto a wide open space, part living room, part office, with a kitchen in the corner.

"Wow. What a great room," she said.

The place was furnished with a combination of tasteful modern items and solid wooden pieces. A massive wooden table stood over an overlapping pile of oriental rugs that radiated from the center of the room, leaving areas of hard wood in the office and kitchen corners. A couple of large black leather and chrome couches with armchairs formed a lounge area. It was really pretty nice, even with all the clutter of books, papers, other miscellaneous items such as laptops, phones, and tools.

"Can I get you something to drink? Tea maybe?"

Melanie saw a bottle of red wine on the table and felt instantly calmed by the thought of a sip. Jack saw her gaze.

"Wine, then? Good idea," he said with a sly smile.

"As you can see, it's a totally messy geek space," he said as he rummaged in the kitchen for opener and glasses. "I just can't keep it all together."

"No, it's really nice," she said. "Not that much gear, really."

Then Melanie found herself casting her eye over it as the professional she was toying with becoming.

"And there's no meals or clothes lying around. Only a handful of coffee cups and glasses." The kitchen certainly showed evidence of a guy living alone, though.

Jack handed her a glass and silently raised his, then drank, then turned. Melanie remembered what she was doing here, and raised her glass to herself and took a sip. It was good. She brought the glass to her lips again and enjoyed more of the smooth, full-bodied wine.

"On with the rest of the tour," he said as he walked down the single hallway. His room was first, with large bed. Another massive wooden piece. Here, his clothes were hanging and lying on too many knobs and surfaces. Some of which really ought to be treated better.

Perhaps this would be a job, but she could see that she'd enjoy seeing the place in good order. She reassured herself with the phone conversation in which he'd explained that the "services" part of the agreement was open for negotiation. In any case, he really seemed quite respectful. Not a creep at all. Fit and handsome, too, with a nice butt, she couldn't help noticing.

They stood in silence for a minute, and she wondered for the fiftieth time in the past two days what it would be like to be used whenever asked. Perhaps, as Susan had pointed out, having a business-like sex life would go well with getting her work done. Suddenly she found herself starting to imagine being draped over that bed.

The bathroom opened onto both his room and the hall. It was pretty roomy, with both a nice looking tub and shower. Jack seemed to like nice towels, even if they were scattered on the floor.

"I have a cleaner come once a week, but in between, you know how things pile up."

Across the hall was his teenager's room. She'd heard about his daughter, who spent two or three nights a week there. Jack held the door open and showed her the wreckage.

"You should not think about cleaning this room unless you reach some arrangement with her yourself. It's not a battle I'm inclined to fight."

"Hah. Good thinking, if my teen years were anything to go on," she said, bracing herself with more wine as she thought of the possible minefield of teenage daughter meeting daddy's young plaything. The reality of the situation caused mixed emotions to churn inside her. The phrase rolled around her mind: "Daddy's plaything". It gave her a thrill. Other words came to her, "sex kitten", "fuck doll"...

"Then, in the back, here is the room that would be yours."

It was a really nice little room on the corner, with windows wrapping around. Even with the sun struggling through the clouds Melanie could see the charm of it. There was a nice, big desk, a beautiful armoire, and a small couch.

"I used to have my office in here, but I've cleared my stuff out. You can do pretty much anything you like with it, though it might be tricky to find some other place in the apartment for any of the furniture."

It really was a great little office, but there was no bed. She tried to see if the couch folded out, but she couldn't see how. Melanie stood in the doorway and tried to figure out what to say.

Jack was moving back out of the room, though, bringing them much closer than they'd been so far.

"Um. Does the couch make up as a bed or something?" she hesitantly asked.

He smiled and looked down into her eyes as he passed by, gently guiding her from the room with his hand on the small of her back.

"Melanie," he said, using her name for the first time, "the right candidate for this position wouldn't make much use of a bed in here." That silenced her and she came along with him down the hall.

She caught his smell as they walked back to the living room, and could feel where he had touched her. For the first time she got the sense that maybe she could do this. And if not, she thought, why not have a bit of fun just this once? This seemed like an excellent opportunity to see if it really was different with an "experienced" man.

They sat and started talking. Jack refilled their glasses, asked about her studies, and explained about his work. He ran a small small software consulting business, and worked with people all over the world, traveling frequently.

Finally he brought the conversation back around to main event.

"Well, you seem like a pleasant, sane person," he said, "Which, by the way, was a bit of a concern for me when imagining who might respond to my ad."

She laughed along with him.

"Do you think you'd really consider this arrangement? You're certainly a luscious young beauty, and I'd feel quite lucky to have you say yes."

Suddenly on the spot, Melanie took another sip and tried to still her thoughts for a minute. Could she really do this? She knew her hormones were raging, but the thought living in this nice place, with this nice man, and frequently having sex with him, sounded pretty good at the moment.

His patience encouraged her, and she finally found words to leave things a bit open.

"Well, I haven't gone running out the door yet, have I?"

"No, you certainly haven't. Definitely a good sign. Have you thought at all about any conditions you'd like to specify?"

She could picture herself straddling him there on the couch, grinding her pussy on the front of his black jeans. Was there a bulge growing there? She tried to bring her rational mind to the front and come up with a coherent response.

"Um. Well. I, ah, wouldn't want to do any gross stuff," she said, somewhat uncertainly.

"Gross is a very subjective term, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I suppose so." She paused. This was tricky. "Maybe it would be easier if you told me what you think is OK?"

"Rather than what's not? OK. I like kissing, cuddling, general fondling. I imagine I'll want to get my hands on your lovely breasts quite a lot." Her heavy boobs tingled at the thought.

"Spontaneously rubbing my shoulders would be great," he added.

This all sounded good. "Uh huh."

He got up to fetch the wine bottle again, then propped himself against the edge of the table as he continued. She found herself approving of his tall, spare physique and again took in his large, dextrous hands.

"Obviously, we'll sleep in the same bed," he said, pausing waiting for her response.

"Um, sure."

"And it would be nice if you spent time wearing very little. You've got such lovely curves to admire."

She was starting to feel his hands on her from a distance. No matter what else was going to happen, she wanted to get laid today.

"Oral sex, of course."

"Yes, of course."

"The thing is, there is an art to fellatio, isn't there?"

Melanie's response to this was physical. Her mouth watered with memories of warm, hard cocks she had enjoyed and she let out a bit of a moan in agreement.

Jack looked down at her, suddenly a bit more serious, and continued, "After all, how much talent does it take to offer me your pussy or ass? As much as everything else seems positive here, I hate to say that this is the one thing that could make or break the deal. Do you understand?"

At this point Melanie was feeling committed. Challenged, in fact. She was extremely proud of her cock sucking skills.

"Yes, I do. Honestly, it's one of the most important parts for me, too. I have loved cock from the very first time I sucked one, and have had lots of practice."

Her focus narrowed now to the thought of sucking him off. Again she pictured his cock as long and thick, and she realized the one fear she had remaining was that the size of his cock could be the deal-breaker for her.

She slipped from her chair and sank to her knees in front of him.

"Why don't I show you."

He pushed off from the edge of the table and stood before her. She ran her hands up and down the front of his thighs, feeling lean muscle. The bulge before her face was certainly promising.

Melanie reached up to undo the top button on his jeans and worked her way down, holding her breath. Button by button what was revealed made her salivate all the more. His thick, ridged manhood strained in a pair of black bikini briefs. She ran her hand over it and let out an appreciative moan as she felt its warmth through the soft cotton.

She looked up and saw him smiling.

"That's a good girl," he said.

With a thrill of anticipation, she hooked her fingers into the waistband and released his cock, which sprang up, only inches from her face. Her pussy tingled and her nipples stiffened as she gazed at a really beautiful, generous cock. Large, but not huge.

No longer aware of anything else, Melanie pulled his underwear down further so she could check the whole thing out. It stood out and up from his body, and was about eight inches long, as thick as her wrist, with a nice taper at the top, ending in a soft pink head.

She ran her hand up and down it, caressing the warm flesh. Little happy noises were coming from her as she pressed her cheek against his manhood. She then wrapped her hand around the shaft and did one slow, firm stroke from the bottom to the top, bringing a glistening drop of pre-cum forth. She let out a little sigh and reached forward and tasted his salty wetness with the tip of her tongue.

Jack stiffened and groaned as she ran her tongue over his head and then slipped her lips over the top. Melanie felt a wonderful, familiar feeling come over her as she understood the power she had to give a man complete pleasure. She moaned as she wetly ran her mouth up and down with her fist, salivating over the taste of the warm, hard cock that was hers to enjoy.

His hips began to gently buck, and he twined his fingers through her hair. She looked up and saw that his eyes were closed. She knew she had him now. She could make him cum in a minute, or keep him on the edge as long as she liked. This being the first cock she'd had in over a year, she was in no way inclined to rush.

Melanie was determined to show him that she was the best cock sucker he would ever meet. She would show him all of her skills. Up and down she slid her mouth and her slippery fist. Sometimes she took as much as she could, and other times she gently stroked up and down while licking all over, all to the sound of her slutty moans and wet noises.

Little by little she took more and more. It was quite a lot of cock, but she knew she had taken as much before. She felt a slight gag each time his head pushed against the back of her throat, but Melanie knew what to do. She swallowed as she and pushed down hard, and felt his cock stiffen even more as he moaned and pressed back. Not all of it went down, but plenty. She held him there then slowly drew back all the way to the top. Again she went down, swallowing again, pulsing his cock with her throat muscles, before she came up for air and went back to stroking and sucking.

Jack was moaning uncontrollably, stroking her hair with both hands and slowly fucking her face. Melanie felt a stirring pride in her work and continued to indulge herself in enjoying this blowjob.

She spread her thighs and brought her left hand down to start rubbing at her soaked panties. She pressed the fabric against herself and stroked the slippery, swollen folds of her labia. She slipped a finger under the edge and stroked little circles around her clit.

Melanie felt the balance of control shift between them as she became consumed by the sensations of sucking and stroking a beautiful cock while waves of pleasure radiated from her cunt. His hips began to rock with a firmer motion, and his large hands tightened their grip in her hair. The more he controlled her motions, the hotter she got. He was forcing her to go deeper and longer.

As his motions got rougher, she gave up stroking her snatch to use both hands to steady herself against his thighs. Her arousal built as she allowed herself to be used for his pleasure. Soon he was truly fucking her throat, pounding into her as her saliva dribbled over her chin and spattered on her chest.

Suddenly she felt all his muscles tense as he rammed his cock deep down her throat and held her there. She gagged as his cock sent forth the first spurt of cum. He drew back, then bucked forward again, jetting more semen into her, then pulled out and gripped his cock in his fist, shooting another ropy stream out, tracing over her from her hair to her chin. More and more cum landed on her, splashing her face, chest and dress with his pearly liquid.

He slowed down and then sat back on heavily on the couch. Melanie leaned back against the armchair behind her. She ran her tongue around her lips, enjoying the salty taste he had left there. She looked down over herself and smiled as she realized she looked just as slutty as she felt.

Even though she often found giving head to be enjoyable enough on it's own, this was one time when she just wasn't ready to calm down. Having experienced that cock with her hands and her mouth, her pussy now hungered to be used the same way. She picked herself up and slumped back in the soft leather armchair and ran her hands up the inside of her thighs. She spread her legs and pulled her dress up so she could rub her crotch. She looked up at him as she pushed her sodden panties aside and ran her fingers over her dripping cunt.

"So that's the oral part of the interview. Did I pass?"

Jack's face split in a wide grin as he laughed. "She's got a winning personality, too. Yes, I'd say that was a success."

She rocked her hips back and forth slowly as she enjoyed the sensations spreading through her body from her crotch. His gaze focused on her cunt now. With one hand she held herself open, while the other worked away at her swollen, slippery flesh.

"What's next on your list?" she asked with a grin. "Aren't you going to test how tight my pussy is?" she said as she slipped her middle finger deep inside. She withdrew it and raised it to her lips. "Or check how I taste?"

That appeared to finally have the effect she was looking for. Jack moved from the couch over to where she was, and sat on the arm of the chair. He looked down into her eyes while she continued to rub her cunt, rocking her hips more and more.

"I suppose you're right. There are a number of things we haven't discussed yet," he said, as he reached down and moved her hands aside and placed his long fingers over her vulva. He massaged her there a bit and she pressed up against the exquisite feeling of his strong male hand down there.

Then he stopped, reached down with both hands and ripped her panties apart. "I think I just might need to give you a clothing budget, as long as you promise to spend it creatively."

"Ooh, yes please," she replied with a sweet smile.

He lifted the hem of her dress to reveal her entire sex. He ran his hands back over her bald mound. "I do like the labia smooth, by the way, but I like a well-trimmed bush above. I like women, not little girls."

"Marvelous, round, sensual women," he added, running his hand over her soft, slightly pudgy tummy. "Mmm. So soft and womanly." As he pressed harder against her cunt he leaned down and engaged her in a deep french kiss.

As their tongues twined together amist the tastes of both of them, he slipped his long finger between her folds and slid it all the way inside. She gasped and pressed against him. It went so much further than her own little fingers. He fucked her slowly with it, in and out, then curled it up to stroke her insides. Her hips lifted off the chair as she ground against his hand.

She threw her head back, breaking the kiss with the long, loud moan. She was panting as the wave built within her. He slowed down a bit, but didn't stop, keeping her in a state of anticipated bliss.

"Yes," he said, his finger going still slower. "Nice and tight. I think it will do." He pulled it out and began to gently slip it back and forth through her outer folds.

Melanie was in an uncomprehending state of arousal. Never had a man touched her like this. Nothing mattered now except achieving the shattering orgasm that she knew was just around the corner. As she cast about for a solution her body overruled her mind and all she could think of was that cock.

"Don't you think you need to try it with your cock?" she whispered.

"Oh, I don't know," he replied. "Perhaps it would be best to save some treats for later."

A plaintive sigh escaped her chest.

"Ah, I see. Your only worry now is whether I'd be so cruel as to deny your release today." His finger traced circles around her throbbing clit.

"The thing is, would you submit to that? Would you demurely walk away unsatisfied if I told you to?"

Melanie moaned again as she realized she couldn't answer that.

"Well, I see no reason to put you to that test today. We know your pussy will always be available, right?" he said with a smile.

She nodded, feeling complete agreement.

"The interview's not over yet, though."

He lifted up his hand and she thrust her hips up looking for it. Before she knew what he was doing he brought it down flat with an audible smack, right on her pussy. It stung and she cried out, but a jolt shot through her at the same time.

"What about pain?" he asked, now rubbing her pussy.

"I... I don't know," she stammered. Some little part of her reminded her that she really didn't know what this guy's intentions were. "I don't think..."

He gave her cunt a few more smacks, and while she flinched and cried out again, she continued to press upwards for more.

"Don't worry," he said, going back to the gentle stroking, "I'll only give you as much as you want. OK?"

"Uh huh," she said. "Yes. Mmmm," now so in the moment that she was barely conscious of her words.

He traced his finger down her crack, into the puddle of her juices.

"What about Anal? I hope you do anal."

This was one she'd figured was probably coming. Funny, she had been worried about it before coming. Practically every guy she'd had sex with wanted it, and while she had permitted a few to put their cocks in her ass, she had never actually enjoyed it.

"Um, yes, I've done it a few times," she murmured.

Now, in the hands of this man almost twice her age, owner of one of the thickest cocks she'd ever touched, she found herself pulling her legs back and lifting her ass so he could slip his fingertip over her pink bud as she replied.

"It's been a long time, though."

He lightly traced her opening with his finger, and the tingling sensations made her relax even more.

"Well, I'm sure we can take it slow," he said, continuing the gentle pressure on and around her anus. With his large hand he was still able to rub his thumb over her clit while his fingertip eased it's way inside her butt. She moaned as he worked just that tip of his finger around the opening.

"Seems like she likes it," she heard his warm voice say. His thumb moved down from her clit and slowly slid into her pussy.

"Uh huh," she replied with her eyes closed, losing herself again in the sensations.

"I have a feeling," he said, "that before long, this ass will be just as available your cunt, don't you think?"

"Mmm," was all she could manage as he moved and she felt his breath on her pussy. When his tongue traced a circle around her clit her breath caught and she shuddered, "Oh god."

"Anytime I say 'bend over', I'll see your lovely full ass in the air, and be able to take my pick of your waiting holes. Isn't that right?" He flicked his tongue over her swollen button.

"Yes. Oh yes. Anything. Any time," she gasped as he finally went down on her for real, sucking on her clit. "Oh god. Use my body. Let me cum," she begged.

Now he was working his hand faster in her holes. His finger kept going in a bit, back out and around, and back in. The base of his thumb stretched her pussy as he fucked her deeper with it and moved it around inside her. With his teeth, he gently gripped the base of her clit and flicked his tongue over the hard, exposed bundle of nerves, causing her whole body to shake.

"Oh fuck. Oh yes."

Melanie's pussy was flooded with her slick juices, and she was letting out a constant stream of loud gasps, moans and grunts. He leaned back and slipped his fingers out of her and ran his whole hand up and down over her sopping gash. She spread her legs further and pressed her mound against his touch, and suddenly he let go and slapped her pussy again.

"Oh!" She screamed out, surprised once more. The hand was rubbing over her again, then went away. She thrust her hips up for it, not knowing what was coming next, and not caring.

Smack! Came another spank on her raging cunt. "Oh god," she cried out, realizing that she was about to come. He spanked her pussy again and again, and she screamed as her body convulsed, but still searched for more. Two fingers entered her cunt now, and the rough pressure of his thumb rubbing directly on her clit, sent her over the top, crashing into one of her most intense orgasms ever. Her hips fucked his hand back, and he kept his fingers thrusting in and out, as wave after wave of pleasure swept through her entire body.

Eventually he slowed down with her, and her hips settled back onto the chair. He was gently stroking over her slippery vulva, causing her to shudder and gasp as he touched her excruciatingly sensitive bud. He stopped and wiped his hand on the inside of her thigh, straightened her dress out a bit so it just covered her throbbing sex parts.

They sat in silence for a time. Eventually her breathing began to return to normal and she looked up to see him sitting across from her on the couch, just watching her and smiling. She pulled herself up a bit more upright, feeling her ass slide in her slippery wetness all over the soft leather chair as she made herself more comfortable.

She couldn't take her eyes from his, couldn't manage to speak, but a big grin spread over her face as the words "Daddy's fuckdoll" ran through her head.

"I'd call that a successful interview. When can you begin?" he asked.

Read Part 2 to see what happens next.

Thoughts on Dominance

2009-01-30T23:32:00.001-08:00

For me it's all about control. The step when sub willingly surrenders all control to her Dom, is pretty much the headiest. Of course, things can get quite intense as the Dom and sub put this into practice. Step by step, as he instructs her, verbally or physically, and she obediently complies, she proves her commitment to submit to him, surrendering over and over again, and that is hot as hell.

I wouldn't want a slave, though. I don't get the hardcore lifestyle people who are into a full-time arrangement. It may seem inconsistent, but I don't think my Dominant desires are misogynistic or disrespectful. I see it as a completely two-way relationship, and cherish and care for her. I really believe in equal rights for everyone.

It follows that am I not into base humiliation or gratuitous pain. Some people seem to get off on making the sub miserable, and I just don't find that arousing. Sure, I enjoy calling my sub trashy names, and reminding her of how slutty she is behaving, etc, but only to the extent that she gets off on it. The image of her out in public with me, dressed to display her curvaceous beauty and wearing her collar so strangers can see our relationship might constitute a form of humiliation, but it's not base and disrespectful, and I hope that it would cause butterflies in her stomach, if not moistness in her crotch.

It's the same story with pain, really. When I know my sub is truly aroused by it, it's marvelous, but I'm no sadist, and wouldn't get any pleasure if I knew she was actually unhappy. Once we're in the moment, and she is clearly responding positively, exploring her limits is absolutely intoxicating.

The sub's sexual pleasure is another issue. While part of the thrill certainly comes from using her for his pleasure, for me, this is still about lovemaking, which is a two-way street. Therefore, her pleasure is indeed a major component. And after all, as I've discussed above, there are many aspects of her submission that she finds pleasurable. The thing is, I want to control her pleasure. My goal, in fact, is to arouse her as a far as possible, hopefully to levels she was unaware of, and to grant her release only when I decide it will be the best experience possible.

Blinding Blue Sky

2009-01-17T01:28:00.000-08:00

This is one of my older stories. It doesn't really have anything to do with control, per se, but I like its streamlined tone.

Work brought Lin into San Francisco for the day, but unfortunately her busy schedule had her headed to LA on an evening flight, to make an early meeting the next day.

Lin and her colleagues had a meeting at an advertising agency in the city. There she found herself across the table from a guy she'd never met from the firm named Wes. He was tall and dark, with teeth that fired her imagination. He clearly noticed her as well.

The meeting was dull, with several self-important people dominating it. This suited Lin fine, since her mind was on other things. The lights were dim, but she and the guy across the table were able to exchange meaningful glances in the glow of the screen.

Her body coursed with excitement. This was not something she normally did - sure, a little flirtation here and there was fine, but this felt much steamier. She sat back in her chair, arching her back a bit to let her jacket fall back from her chest. He clearly noticed, and kept taking in the sight of her small, pert breasts.

At one point his attention was taken by the screen, and seemed stuck there, so she searched for his foot with hers. Finding it, she ran the toe of her shoe up the backside of his calf. His attention was back. His eyes widened and bored into hers. Her heart pounded, for she could feel that this seemingly innocent play had a weight of commitment behind it - there would be no turning back.

The meeting broke for lunch, catered in the next room. Her attention was taken by some of the people in her group, and when she looked around again Wes was in conversation with some other people. He caught her eye, but continued talking. Some boring person tried to engage her in conversation, so she broke away to get some food.

At the buffet she felt a gentle hand caress her ass, feeling the sleek curve of her skirt over her cheek. There was no question in her mind as to who it was, and her pussy became instantly wet. His hand lingered and she pushed into it, ever so slightly. Then it was gone, and he took her paper plate and put it down. She looked at him. He smiled with narrowed eyes, and then turned and walked out of the room.

She checked to see if anyone was watching, and then followed. As she reached the hallway she saw him walk past the elevators, open the door to the stairwell and go in. Her blood was rushing through her body as she followed and opened that door. She didn't see him, but she heard footsteps going up, so she headed up after them.

The stairs kept going, and came to a roof access which was propped open. Lin stepped through and the bright light of a beautiful day with a blue, blue sky blinded her. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and stood there for a moment with the wind blowing her fine, black hair across her face. She could feel his hands on her waist turning her body and pulling her to him.

His long fingers wrapped around her slender waist held her body to his as their lips meet in a ferocious kiss. Their tongues were instantly active, searching and probing each other. Lin felt his hard cock pressing against her stomach. One of his hands went into her hair and the other went to her ass. She wrapped her arms around his back. He held her head and continued the passionate kiss and squeezed her hard.

A hand full of silken hair, he pulled her head back and trailed kisses down her long neck. He bit and licked at her flawless ivory skin, tracing the line from her jaw to her collarbone. A moan escaped her chest as her body caught fire.

His hand pulled her short skirt up and ran over the smooth skin of her ass. She gasped for breath, staring into the crystalline sky. The wind up so many stories whipped at them. His hands were on her ass and her breast, then one was unbuttoning her white blouse.

She could feel the unbridled desire flowing from him. The hand on her ass slipped between her legs and pushed her thong into her moist flesh. His fingers were merciless, stroking up and down the tender folds of her labia, slipping one and then two at a time inside her, and flicking over her tingling clitoris. He was biting and licking her nipples with an incredible hunger.

His strong hands turned her around and bent her forward. Her hands rested on the parapet. She heard his zipper and felt him pull her thong aside, then run his fingers up and down her pussy, slipping first one finger, then two into her.

He spread her lips with one hand and then she finally felt the head of his cock against her opening. He began to slide in slowly, but as she began to feel his size she had to have it all, so she bucked her ass back and pulled his big cock into her hungry cunt.

His response was to grip her hips and begin to pound in and out, fucking her with serious purpose. He slid in and out of her tight cunt, the wetness providing perfect lubrication. It was a heavenly tight fit, as she felt herself filled and stretched to capacity.

One of his hands came around her front and he began to stroke her swollen clit with several fingers at once. The feel of his tensing body, his cock getting harder and more rigidly working her pussy, his hand on her button, brought her over the edge. She cried out as she felt jets of semen course into her - jet after jet after jet. He held her tightly to him, buried to the hilt.

They were both still in the wind, the city and bay spread beneath them. He wrapped an arm around her and held her body tightly to his.

After a time, they wordlessly separated and headed back down the stairs, entering the room just as the assembled group was headed back to the meeting room. She slipped into her seat and heard nothing for the rest of the afternoon.

Then it was over and her group was rushing off to the airport. Her attention was demanded, and slowly she snapped out of her glaze and got back to doing her job.

Hours later she checked into her room in LA, still running as her efficient self. She plunked her bag down on the bed and noticed flowers on the desk. That's funny, she thought, these were quite nice for hospitality in a corporate hotel like this. Then she picked up the card and saw that it contained an email address with the domain of the company they had met with that afternoon. A rush of sensation came over her as she sank back on the bed.

Still holding the card, she lay there staring at the ceiling, feeling the wind whip through her hair again, once more blinded by the blue sky.