Mughal-e-Azam

Tonsorial Art

admin — Sun, 20 Jul 2008 13:03:48 +0000

It is Saturday night just after dinner and I am sitting at my dressing table dressed in a black satin garter belt, black seemed hose, 3 inch heels and the sheer, full-length black peignoir that he bought me for our anniversary. I brush my short hair into place, touch up my lipstick, give a spritz of his favorite perfume and follow the sweet smell his Lane Limited 1Q down the stairs to where I know he is relaxing: smoking his pipe, drinking his Manhattan and watching the golf channel.
Sitting next to him on the couch, seductively crossing my legs, I slip my hand up the leg of his cargo shorts and begin to play with his flaccid cock.
Feigning inattention, he smiles, still watching the TV and says, “Lose something?”
“No,” I say, smiling, “but I found something and it’s growing.”
“Not surprised with you in that. I suppose you have an agenda.”
“Nothing that can’t be negotiated, ” I banter back. “unless you want to postpone it entirely.”
” Not likely! Come here.”
With my hand still playing with his ever-hardening cock, he pulls me in for a deep wet kiss and fondles my tits through the silky fabric. My nipples are especially sensitive; and he plays with them until they are hard and erect, pulling on them and rolling them between his fingers.
He reaches down, slides his hand over the satin of my garter belt and follows one of the garters down my leg until he comes to where he can finger the welt of my stocking and knead my inner thigh. He brings his hand up, pausing to play with my muff at the top of my crease that is beginning to dampen, and then runs it down the other side, to caress the other thigh.
“You need a shave. Your lover has been very neglectful.”
“I know. I have been waiting for you.”
Helping me up, he then leads me by the hand to the smaller of our two bathrooms, where I can sit on the lid of the hopper with a pillow cushioning my back. Spreading my legs, still clad in stockings and heels, I swing one leg over the tub and plant the other on the vanity to give my husband a full view of my pussy. The all-revealing peignoir softly drapes my D-cup tits and the rest of my nude body, girdled in my black satin garter belt.
My loving husband departs temporarily for our bedroom, where he strips, dons his ceremonial robe of green terrycloth, and returns with the tools of his art. Seeing his wife spread before him in lingerie increases his ardor and stirs his cock. We are both ready.
He begins by using his mustache clippers, shearing my beard to a length appropriate for his razor. As the clippers vibrate the outer lips and the clit hiding beneath, I begin to seep.
Finished with that, he soaks a face cloth in hot water, wrings it out, folds it and lays it between my legs for a minute or two to soften my stubble. The penetrating warmth feels so good that I close my eyes and relax. Squirting shaving gel onto the fingers of his right hand, he removes the towel and begins to slowly and methodically to spread the foaming cream over my mound, between my legs and down around my anus, where I also have hair.
Watching my husband massage my pussy is intensely erotic. My juices flow mixing with the gel and I moan softly, my arousal increasing from sight and touch. I notice that his fully erect cock is poking out from his bathrobe, and I am happy.
Running the hot water in the sink of the vanity, he fills the bowl and chooses a new cartridge for my razor so that my shave will be close and smooth. Then carefully he begins.
I have often stood at the bathroom door and watched him shave in the morning. There is something I find powerfully sexual and masculine in the act of shaving. It is probably some sort of psychosexual Electra complex-a hangover from my adolescence when I derived sexual pleasure from watching my father shave. Who cares why? It sure as hell turns me on!
Skilled from long experience with the tool of choice, he shaves my prominent mound with precision. I watch, as smooth, hairless skin appears with the removal the shaving cream. I spread wide so that he can get the hair where my thighs join my torso. This spreading causes my slit to open and brings my swollen clit and cunt into view. Slowly, he shaves my labia, pulling its flesh taut so that the razor can do its job cleanly. Moving on down over my perineum, he finally finishes around my pucker.
Again, he prepares a hot facecloth. Using his right hand, he inserts two fingers in my cunt and places his thumb on my clit while, hot cloth in the other hand, he wipes away the foamy residue. My moans of pleasure bring forth his own smile of satisfaction in his work. Removing his hand, he uses one of my facial astringents as an after shave lotion. It tingles and stings a bit, but I like it. He pats my bare pussy, helps me up and leads me, next, to our bedroom.
He settles me on our bed so that I am lying on my back with my ass at the edge of the mattress. He looks me over and arranges my peignoir neatly around me. He takes stock from the bottom up: 3 inch heels, French seamed stockings and black satin garter belt that frames my glistening, naked cunt.
He drops his robe and his fully engorged cock stands vertical. I know he is going to fuck me and open wide to receive him. He steps forward and, in one marvelous thrust, rams his cock home in my welcoming cunt. He puts a pillow under my head so that I can watch him fuck me. He knows how much I enjoy watching his thick length slide in and out of me.
As my climb towards climax nears the top, I put my legs straight up his chest, so that the heels of my feet, still in their black high-heels, rest on his shoulders. He wraps his arms around the stanchions and fucks me, his balls slapping my ass. I use my own finger to diddle my clit, and we cum together shuddering and groaning.
Finished, we sit together on the bed, smiling, hugging and kissing. Satisfied by this evening’s lovemaking, he picks up his pipe, stokes it and lights up for a smoke. We continue to sit arm in arm together: him smoking, me leaning up against him, and he says softly joking, “That’s fer nothin’ so watch it!” In reply I give his arm a squeeze and emit a very contented, “Mmmmmmm…”

First Exposure Ch. 02

admin — Sun, 20 Jul 2008 09:03:36 +0000

The morning after my little romp in the surf with the young woman at the beach I slept late. I was tired yes, but I had also had the most satisfying sex of my life with a large-breasted stranger whom I had exposed myself to earlier in the day.
I woke stiff and since my wife was still sleeping next to me and I wanted to imagine the previous night’s pleasure, I went to the bathroom and jacked off thinking about the girl’s large breasts in my hands. It was then and there that I knew what I had to do. The wheels were turning in my mind. Those breasts, that beautiful ass and the boardwalk were all turning in my mind. What crystalized made my dick swell to its more engorged state and I could barely contain myself. I decided against jacking off again though. I wanted to save some for night time.
The girl and her family were not at the beach in the morning. I suppose they must have been taking some time out from the sun. I had noticed that the little boy had been a little burned the day before. I was a little worried that if I did not see her in the afternoon, we would not be able to make plans to meet again.
As it turned out, though, the family returned to the beach in the afternoon, the boy wearing a shirt and looking a little greasy from sun screen. The girl was wearing the bikini that she had worn the first day I had seen her. It barely covered her nipples and left 85 % of her huge tits exposed. She played in the surf and I enjoyed watching the waves try to undress her. My kids went out to play in the water and I decided to join them. I discreetly watched the young woman’s jugs and her half-hearted attempts to keep her bikini covering her enormous breasts. Her bikini bottom kept riding up the crack of her ass and every so often she would reach between her cheeks and fiddle with it so that it covered her up again. Under the water, I discreetly took my dick and sac out of the liner of my swimming suit again and let them rest against my left leg. I was going to find a way to show her my dick again.
Back up on dry land, the girl moved her chair a little closer to where we had set up for the afternoon. She carefully chose a spot where she could see up my swimming suit again. I stiffened a little as I realized that she wanted to see me again. When the coast was clear, I moved my left leg again to give her a view of my half-hard dick. I could feel the ocean breeze against the head of my dick. Through my sunglasses, I saw her eyeing me up. She looked right at my eyes through her sunglasses and smiled and blew me a little kiss. I smiled back and reached down and adjusted my dick so that the head peeked out just a little from the cuff of my suit. She looked around her. Her family was down by the water. My wife was talking a walk and the kids were still in the water. She moved her bikini top a little and showed me her left nipple. It was huge and pink and erect. This time it was my turn to smile and lick my lips. The approach of her father meant we each had to cover up. I went down to the water to play with my kids again and when I came up to the chairs, the girl and her family had gone but under my chair, in the sand, was written: “12 again”. My dick stiffened thinking about what we were going to do.
I won’t bore you with the details of how I spent my evening. But By 11:30 I was ready to head out to the beach again. I had an oversized towel and a small bottle of lube. At 11:45 I sat down in the same spot I had the previous night. This time she was early. I waited only five minutes before a dark shape came moving silently toward me. She sat down in the dark next to me on the still-warm sand.
“Hi, you,” she said, smiling.
“Hi, yourself,” I said. I kissed her on the mouth. She was not expecting it and it took a second before she was kissing me fully on the mouth. I held her in my arms and kissed her and began to fondle her breasts. She wanted to go in the water again.
“Wait,” I said. “I have an idea.” I lead her with one hand gently and silently over to the boardwalk.
“Whatcha got there?” she asked happily.
“A surprise,” I said. “You’ll like it.” I brought her under the old gray boards of the board walk and sat down on the cool sand. I made a little mound of sand in the shape of a pillow and then unrolled the big clean towel over the little mound. I took off my swimming suit and tugged at her bikini bottom. She took the hint and in a flash she was naked too. I kissed her on the towel for a minute and then laid her beautiful body on the towel with her hips up on the little mound I had made with the sand. She opened her legs and the intoxicating scent of young aroused vagina filled my nose.
“Mmmm,” I said, savoring the smell. I leaned in close to her and kissed her on the mouth. She realaxed and kissed me back. The warm summer breeze caressed our naked bodies. I let a finger wander down onto her mons and then I gently stroked her vaginal lips. They parted almost instantly as if they had melted. My finger tips were now soaking with her sweet juices. I found the nub of her clitoris and stroked it. She moaned softly and kissed me harder. I climbed on top of her and let my hard dick slide between her legs. I didn’t penetrate her at first. I just let my dick move up and down along her wet vagina. It must have felt good to her because she started to moan a little more. Finally, I knelt in front of her and lifted her legs up and back. She was very flexible, being probably no more than 18. She brought her knees way back. She vagina opened and her sexy, funky odor came pouring out in waves. I gently took some saliva and wet my dick. Then I took the head of my dick and ran it over her opening. I placed my mushroom-shaped tip and pressed it against her hole. I leaned forward and sank into her slowly. Deeper and deeper I went until I was all the way in. I could feel her cervix with the tip of my dick. My mons lay firmly against hers and my chest was resting on her enormous breasts. I leaned in to her mouth and kiss her, savoring the feeling of her sweet, soft lips, her huge soft breasts and the warm, wet, heavenly feeling of her sweet, tight vagina. I began to move inside her, making slow, deep deliberate strokes in her. I had fucked her the night before, but now I was making slow, sweet love to this sexy little vixen. She moaned in my ear and we kissed and ground our hips together.
Suddenly, she came. She cried out a little, but she was trying not to. I didn’t stop or change what I was doing. I kept right on making love and firmly pressing my pubic bone against her clitoris. She kept coming. At least a minute and a half. Finally she started hyperventilating a little and I stopped. I kissed her and whispered “Shh…shhh…it’s OK. It’s OK. Take it easy, love. You’re OK..”
Her breathing returned to normal and she cried a little.
“Are you OK?” I asked.
“Oh, God, yes!” she whispered back fiercely. I rocked my body against her, still deep inside. I could still feel her cervix against my dick. But I had one more surprise for her.
I slid backwards out of her and my full erection gistened in a shaft of moonlight that had found its way between the cracks in the boardwalk. The sound of the waves made a beautiful counterpoint to the melody we were making.
I leaned forward again and lay on her. Her knees were still back and I leaned on her huge soft breasts. I kissed her on the mouth.
“Are you feeling brave?” I asked.
“I think so,” she answered. I kissed her mouth again.
“Scoot down a little and pull your knees way back,” I instructed.
She did as I said and I leaned down and kissed her vagina and then slowly moved my tongue down lower and lower and found her anus. I teased her asshole with my tongue for a moment. I heard her draw in a breath and let it out slowly. It smelled very sexy and fresh and tasted sharp on my tongue. I sat up and took the bottle of lube out and gently lubed her hole with my fingers. I put one finger all the way up in her. She was very tight but I waited and let her relax. I leaned down and kissed her while I fingered her hole. She kissed me back hard and whispered in my ear “It’s so sexy..” I gently put a second finger inside and she moaned. I knew it was time to live my dream.
I covered my dick with jelly and placed the tip against her asshole. “Push, sweetie,” I said. “Push like you’re taking a poop.”
She did as I said and the head of my dick and a little shaft went up inside. She spasmed around me and we had to count to ten and try again. “Push,” I said. She did and I went in further. She moaned. After what felt like an hour, but was probably only 15 minutes, I was lying on top of her again, face to face, my chest against her huge breasts and my dick all the way up her ass. I kissed her sweet, soft lips and then started, very slowly, to move my dick in her bottom. Her rectum was soft and if not for her tight sphincter aound the base of my dick, I would have said I was in a wide vagina. But it was no vagina I was fucking now. I was not going to last long and I knew better than to violently fuck a virgin asshole. I moved in and out a few strokes and came in her. Then I held her in my arms under the boardwalk. Face to face, my penis in her beautiful round ass, her enormous breasts pressing against my chest. I cuddled her and kissed her until my dick shrunk and she squirted me out her ass.
We went out in the ocean swimming naked and played in the water for a while til we were tired. I kissed her one last time before taking my things back up to the condo. I did not see her the next day or the day after that. I realized she and her family must have gone home. I was a little sad, but I also felt that nothing could possibly have served as an encore to what we had experienced together.
To this day, the two nights I shared with this very sexy young woman remain the emotional and sexual high point of my life. I have discovered a thrill in showing my penis to women. I also am excited by women who like to show themselves as well. I hope someday to find another parter like her and recreate the excitement and intimacy we shared.

Terry’s Descent Ch. 03

admin — Sun, 20 Jul 2008 05:03:37 +0000

Morning After
I brought up Jo’s breakfast after having a fitful sleep. I still ached from having been used on the stairs last night. She woke up slowly, and took the tray from me. I always make breakfast for her, she is used to it, but today there was no thank you.
Suddenly her sleepiness faded, “What are you wearing?” she snapped. I was in my dressing gown as the house was cold and I had slept naked. I responded, explaining this, she answered coldly, “Put mine on, you little faggot.”
I had thought that last night’s activities were merely a one off - punishment for a ruined anniversary – and just stood there, dumbfounded.
“Do as I say, Terri,” she said evenly. I turned, letting my dressing gown slip onto the floor as I approached hers. It was a silky feminine gown, something that she wore on special occasions. It was out as it was supposed to have been a celebration last night. I wished it was not.
I hung the light material over my small frame; it was cold, as was the house. Despite my embarrassment, I felt myself beginning to get aroused; I prayed she would not notice.
“That’s better,” she said through a mouthful of cereal, “You don’t deserve to dress like a man, all you have is a clit. Understand?”
I mumbled an agreement, my eyes on the floor. It was good enough for her. She continued to eat her breakfast, switching on the television and ignoring me. I went to get the rest of her work things ready.
My Punishment
She came downstairs dressed in her tight business suit. The skirt was short, showing off her amazing legs. I was surprised she had come down so soon, she did not have to leave for work for quite a while.
“Terri, you are going to be punished for last night,” she started. I had thought that what had happened was punishment enough, but was not going to argue with her. She seemed so angry that I feared losing her forever, “Since you like being dressed up like the slut you are, I think I will have to use that as your punishment.”
I was confused; I did not see how using something I liked could be a punishment. I looked at her, unsure of what to think; afraid to say anything unless she changed her mind and thought of something that I did not like.
“We’re going to dress you up like a whore, then send you down into town to do your shopping,” her explanation made all the color drain from my face, I stared, unable to move, “So get upstairs, you little slut.”
I walked ahead of her, painfully aware of her eyes examining my frame as I climbed the stairs. Glancing briefly at her, I saw that she was appraising me like an object. I can only assume that she was considering what would look best on me.
There was an outfit already laid out on the unmade bed, and it terrified me. It consisted of clothes that I did not even know Jo owned. There was a red satin corset - fairly plain, but with small black ribbons. I felt a rush of warmth in my crotch looking at it. Beside it was a ridiculously short, black vinyl mini skirt, red fishnet stockings and thong, and thigh high, black vinyl boots. She had not been joking when she said I was going to look like a hooker. I was desperate to hide how wet I felt myself becoming.
My fear was very evident, and Jo was enjoying every moment, “I thought this might take the smile off your face. Now get it all on, and quickly, you had better not make me late for work.”
I acted fast; slipping a panty liner in while Jo’s back was turned. When it came to the corset, she pulled it tighter than I had ever pulled her black one. She had used duct tape to squeeze up as much of my chest as possible. With the force of the corset, I had passable cleavage. Looking in the mirror, I felt a little faint, made worse by the small amount of air the corset was supplying.
“Oh yes, you are looking perfect,” she stood back to look at me, “Now lets add some tarty makeup and jewellery to finish the job. When I’m finished with you, you will be propositioned by every sleazy man in the town.”
I sat down and let her help me finish off the look. My eyes began to water but she slapped me, warning me not to let my mascara run. I controlled myself the best I could allowing her to add the last touches. She styled my hair with plenty of body.
“Now let’s have a look at you,” she stood me up in front of the mirror and made me give her a twirl, “Very, very nice… You look like a cheap whore, and I have to say, it suits you. You are wasting this body of yours on trying to look like a man!”
I said nothing, just looked, and tried to pretend I did not like what I saw. The problem was not how I looked, but my wife’s obvious enjoyment of the exercise, and my imminent introduction into polite society.
My stockings finished below the hem of the skirt, the suspender straps disappearing underneath tantalisingly. I would not be able to bend over without showing my ass cheeks, the skirt was that short. I hung the tacky red handbag that Jo had found from somewhere over my shoulder.
She picked up her things and headed for the door, “I’m going to drop you off in town so that I know you haven’t disobeyed, and I want to see the things you bought when I come back at lunch time. So hurry up.”
Town
I stood and watched her car until it turned a corner. It was an hour long walk from here back to the house, there was no chance that I could go back, change, and return to shop in time. She had left me with close to the exact amount I needed, certainly not enough to save time by using the bus or a taxi. I swallowed and looked hesitantly about me. No one appeared to be looking at me at the moment, but that could change dramatically.
With a deep breath, I set off into the shopping centre; my heels clicking, the cold wind chilling my bare shoulders, my eyes down. As I got closer, it got busier. After a few minutes, I heard whistles and cat calls from some workmen, and wanted to just disappear. I began to become aware of lingering looks from the men I passed, and disgust from the women.
To begin with I was humiliated, but then felt a strange pride developing in me. These men were looking at me, in front of wives and girlfriends. So what if the women felt disgust; fuck them, they were jealous of me. I found myself swinging my hips more, my shoulders less stooped. I watched the expressions on passers by, and let my eyes meet some of the more blatant men – a little smile played over my lips as one looked straight at me. He almost walked into a newspaper stand as he watched me.
My cold body felt invigorated. I relished the power I had over these weak men. I flicked my hair, licked my lips, and walked on.
The shop assistants fell over themselves to help me and I flirted unabashedly with them. This was easy. I wished I had done it before. Looking at the men vying for my attention, I began to think of the feeling of the plumber’s big cock filling me, the taste of his precum, and felt lust begin to grow within me.
Last Stop
I walked into the last shop, a small hardware store, and saw my best opportunity to flirt yet. It was empty but for the owner, sitting reading the sport section of a particularly low brow tabloid. I walked up to him, watching him look me over in detail; he was a fairly large, middle aged man. I checked my watch; I still had a few moments to make him squirm.
“Can I help you?” he asked, sitting forward and putting down the paper.
I gave a coy laugh and let my body language speak volumes, “I always need help, I am hopeless in a shop like this. I always get the wrong thing, and my husband has to bring it back.”
His eyebrows rose at the word husband. He looked me over again, and seemed to relax even further. He stood up and walked around the little counter towards me, “Well then, what does your other half want? I’m sure it’ll be in here somewhere.”
Turning my body toward him, I flicked my hair and smiled, “You’ll have to look at my list, I will probably read it wrong,” as I went to hand it to him, I let it fall down, then seductively bent down, pivoting at the hip with my back to him. I knew that he saw my ass and thong clearly. I handed him the piece of paper, thrilling as my small hands were almost engulfed in his. He did not pull them back quickly, and neither did I.
He looked at the list, and then at me. He spoke slowly, confidently, “I’ve got something that you need that isn’t on this list.”
I was completely taken aback, he was responding rather quicker than I imagined to my playful advances. A look of panic shot across my face, and I just managed a nervous laugh.
“I get the feeling that you need something from this shop that you can’t get at home,” he continued, he had moved quite close, but now moved towards the door. He locked it.
My fear was now impossible to conceal, “What are you doing? I have to get going quite soon.”
He walked towards me, and I felt his presence loom over me. I suddenly became aware of the signals I was sending out with my dress and actions. It was only a matter of time before I met a man who would act on the lust I was teasingly arousing in them.
“Please don’t,” I begged, shrinking away from him.
“Oh, you know you want it, and so do I,” he grabbed my hands and held them together in one of his, I pulled away, struggling, but he easily dragged me into the storeroom. I did not scream, just whimpered. “You want a big cock inside you, and mine is aching to get into your cunt.”
He pulled me close to him, a hand groping over my body, “Please stop, please? I’m on my period,” for a moment he paused, but then forced a rough kiss on my red lips.
“There’re lots of other things you can do for me,” he breathed into my mouth, “You are crying out for it you slut. Dressed up like a whore and throwing yourself at me.”
“Please stop, my husband is expecting me home!”
“He can wait a few more minutes,” he pushed me against some shelves and assaulted me, I could not stop him. His hands were all over me and I felt the fear of his discovering what was inside my underwear along with dreadful helplessness. I also knew that he was right. I wanted it, and I wanted it like this.
He felt my chest through the corset, and I shivered as my nipples were tugged at a little. I knew it for certain now; I was getting damp in my thong. My struggles slowed and I let him maul me. He noticed immediately, and groaned approval, running his hands up my legs to my ass. I hitched a leg up against his body, feeling his enormous bulge pressed against my stomach, and sucked on his tongue as it probed my mouth.
“Oh yeah, bitch; you are hot,” he unzipped his flies and fished out his massive meat. A big, thick nine inches. I wanted it in me, I wanted it in the hole I now thought of us my cunt.
He pushed me down, and I went with ease, my eyes fixed on his hot tool. He did not need to tell me, although it was clear he did not need my approval anyway. I sucked it into my mouth, pleased to hear him sigh as it entered, then took it in my hands, licking it up and down while massaging it with my feminine hands. He groaned as I took inside again, only to run my mouth down him to his big balls; hairy and smelly. I sucked them, giving him a hand job as I did.
I stretched my neck out as I deep throated him. I knew I still had much to learn, but my practise on the dildo for my wife had helped me. I hardly gagged, and was soon bobbing my head up and down on his stick while looking at the expressions of pleasure on his face.
He looked down at me as I felt his balls tense, and pulled out of my mouth, “Oh no, this load is going in your cunt.”
“Please don’t! I’m on my period, take me in my ass? Please?” I begged him, he could see the fear in my eyes and thought for a moment, my expression began one of lust, “I really want you in my ass… Fuck me and fill me up, I need you in me…”
His expression became a sneer of power and desire, “Bend over the bench then.”
I did as he said, pulling my thong aside as I had for the plumber, only this time I knew what was to come. My legs were taught and shapely as I spread my legs and looked over my shoulder at him.
He grunted as he pushed his beast into my willing hole, I knew I was still tight, and the pain told me I still had a way to go before I could accommodate cocks easily. He grabbed my hips and banged into me, groaning as he did. I lost control, growling like an animal and screaming out in a mixture of pain and unheard of pleasure.
He came in me, filling my bowels with hot juices, and I cried out in fulfilment.
The Long Walk
With each step I felt his cum squirt out of my stretched hole. I could hear it squelching and loved the sound of it. I looked the worst for wear and had no time to adjust my appearance. He had slapped my ass and flicked his shrinking dick into his trousers. I could still here his words of praise for the ‘most fucked up whore’ he had enjoyed for a long time, and knew I would return soon.
I opened the door and rushed into the kitchen. I had enough time to clean myself up before Jo got home, so sped upstairs, rubbing myself through my thong. I needed to cum more than I had ever known.
“You did as I said!” exclaimed my wife happily as I rushed into the bedroom. She was stretched out on the bed, dressed in her sexiest underwear. The room was lit by candles.
My surprise at seeing her was clear. I froze, and so did she. She got up, putting her glass of wine down, and came over to me.
Her tone had changed from pleasure to ice, “What happened? You smell of sex,” she said with disgust. She had obviously planned to test my love for her and then reward me. I had betrayed her. I could not speak. “Take your hands out of your panties and turn around.”
I did as she said, letting her pull my thong down. The mess of mine and the shop owner’s juices were plain to see. His cum had run down into the top of my boots.
“This is who you are? I am speechless.”
She just stood there as I hung my head and let tears flow freely over my cheeks.
Then she moved silently around the room getting dressed and ignoring me, I did not know what to do, so just stayed where I was.
“Things are going to change, Terri. Clean yourself up, I will see you later.”

Getting Back Ch. 03

admin — Sun, 20 Jul 2008 01:03:35 +0000

If you have not read Chapters 1 & 2, perhaps you should. As a reminder to those who have, the story so far – Georgina rebelled against her bullying husband Wayne and he left the flat after their fight. He went to Georgina’s sister Harriet, with whom he had been having an affair that Georgina had never even suspected. Georgina packed her possessions and left her old life behind. Her subsequent celebration of freedom led to group sex with three men who mistook her for a prostitute – and paid her for their pleasure. She ran from the scene horrified by what she had done and what they had thought of her.
CHAPTER THREE Sexual confusion and murder
Georgina’s flight ended in a park. It was late afternoon. She sat on a bench and tried to calm herself. She watched others walk or sit, singles and couples, old and young. Normal people with normal lives. She felt different from them. Lost. They knew who they were. She didn’t even know why she did what she did.
Gradually she relaxed. She blocked the thoughts of what she had done with thoughts of what she should do. She was still firm in her resolve that she would never go back to Wayne. There was no life for her there. And she wished to become alive again. Her own person. Not the half person she had been as Wayne’s wife. Not the person she had been for the afternoon either, not a whore, her own person, whatever that was. She needed help. She needed someone to talk to who would care enough to give her support.
There was only one person to turn to. Harriet had always been strong. Always been her own person. That was the next step as surely now as it had been when she left the flat intent on finding a real life.
She walked slowly to Harriet’s house, watching other people moving past her. They all seemed to be traveling in the secure knowledge of where they were going. She wanted that same security.
Harriet was at home, Georgina could see her sitting in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea. She tapped on the glass of the back door, opened it and stepped in.
Harriet sat where she was, her face registering no surprise and no concern. She looked as though she was waiting for her.
“So what’s going on?” she asked. “Why is your luggage in my hall?”
“I’ve left Wayne,” Georgina said. “I put the bags there this morning.” It seemed like an incredibly long time ago.
“According to him, he left you. He came round. He’s looking for you. Where have you been? And why are you dressed like a tart?” Her tone was flat with disinterest and disdain.
Georgina looked at her sharply. “I dress the way I want. I’ve been out. I’m an adult.”
“Then try behaving like one. What happened, PMT take over? Wayne said you went mad and started throwing things just because he was home half an hour late.”
“What?”
“He said he had to leave the flat to give you time to calm down.”
“I did throw things - well, a cup of tea. And I did go mad. Then I went sane. I’ve left him, for good.”
“Don’t be stupid, Georgina, you’ve had a row, you’ve made a fool of yourself, now it’s time to go back and sort it out. You can’t end a marriage just because your husband’s half an hour late home.” The flatness of tone was changing. Harriet now sounded irritated.
“I’ve left him because I don’t like him hitting me.”
“Hitting you? If I was Wayne I’d smash you into a pulp. Look at the way you dress. You always were stupid but do you really believe men like their wives to look like tramps? He told me what happened. He said you hit him.”
“I did,” Georgina answered.
“Then what the hell do you expect? You always were a spoilt, bad tempered brat. He’s quite calm about it. Though I don’t know why. He wants you back. He’s worried about you, and very upset that you left. He should be back at the flat by now. You can use the phone. Tell him you’ve come to your senses.”
“I have come to my senses. And I’m not going back to him.”
“Oh? So what are you going to do then? Because you’re not staying here. You have a flat of your own and you have a marriage to sort out. So get your bags and go home.”
“I’m not going back.” Georgina was almost in tears.
“Three years of marriage. Not quite till death do us part. He was the only decent bloke who ever showed any interest in daddy’s little princess. He’s got a good job, a nice flat, gives you everything you want. And what do you do? Give up work, waste money, keep the place like a pigsty and dress like a slut. You’re a waste of space with the morals of a tom cat.”
“He made me stop working.” Georgina was shaken by Harriet’s indictment.
“And for that you want to leave him? You’re a selfish little cow. Now take your stuff and get back to him before he changes his mind.”
The logic was too annoying. Damned if you did and damned if you didn’t. Harriet had always been the same, always judgmental, always knowing best.
“I’ve left him. I’m not going back!” Georgina was shouting now. “I should have known you’d take Wayne’s side. He’s a bastard and I’m not going back to him. Not ever.”
“Well I’m not going to be a part of breaking up your marriage. It’s time for you to grow up, little sister. Get a hold of yourself. You can’t run to Daddy this time. Daddy’s little princess has to sort out her own life now.”
The venom in the tone shocked Georgina almost as much as the casual reference to the death of their father.
“Harriet!”
“Harriet!” Harriet mimicked. “Stop being such a soft selfish bitch. Grow up and fuck off home to your husband. You aren’t staying here. Got it?”
“I got it,” Georgina said. “I have grown up. And I’m not going back to my bastard husband. And if you don’t want to help me, then fuck you! Since you like Wayne so much you can have him with my blessing. It’s time you got another man in your life you sanctimonious bitch.”
She was surprised when the flat of Harriet’s hand struck her cheek.
“Don’t speak to me like that you pathetic little slut or I’ll give you a slapping that will make you realise how gentle Wayne is. Take your fucking belongings and fuck off out of the house. And don’t come back till you can behave yourself.”
Georgina took her bags. Anger carried her and the bags out of the house and down the street.
Then she realised she had nowhere to go.

Wayne arrived half an hour after Georgina left. He found Harriet in a strange mood.
“Still looking for your little wife then? She’s been here. Why didn’t you sort it out this morning?”
“She’d already left the flat when I got back. I knew she’d come here. Where did she go?”
He sounded as though he cared and that irritated Harriet. She shrugged. “I don’t know, and I don’t really care either. I chucked her out and told her to go home. She said she isn’t going back to you though.”
“Where will she go then?” Wayne sounded genuinely worried.
“I don’t know. I don’t think she knows either. She’ll go back to you in the end. She hasn’t any gumption and she’s got nowhere else to go. Maybe a night on the streets will do her good. Has she any money?”
“I don’t think so, maybe a few quid, but that’s all, unless she took the cheque book and went to the bank.”
“Good. Then don’t worry about it. A night walking the streets carrying her luggage will do her good.” She laughed. “She was dressed for it.”
“Maybe I could find her.” Wayne half turned towards the door.
“Don’t bother looking.” Harriet said. She smiled at him. “Let her sweat for a while. Or better still, let her shiver. She deserves it. She was nasty and upset me. She upset you too. I think we should make each other feel better.”
“I ought to try to find her. I have someone to see as well.”
“Someone to see?”
“Business,” he said.
“That can wait too. I want to burn off some of my anger, and I’ve just thought of a very nice way of doing it.” She undid the top button of her blouse.
“I really ought to go,” Wayne said.
“Don’t be a silly boy.” She undid another button and another. Wayne didn’t move. She pulled the blouse free of her skirt and held it open. “Have you started thinking about something other than my stupid sister and your stupid business?” He didn’t answer.
She stepped closer to him and put her hand to his crutch. She squeezed gently and felt him thicken. She lowered her hand and cupped his balls. Again she squeezed, increasing the pressure until the expression on his face told her she was close to causing pain. She smiled at him again. “Now you know I don’t like arguments.” While the hand maintained its grip on his balls her other hand moved to undo the top of his trousers and slide down his zip.
“I want you upstairs and naked on that bed. And I want it now. OK?” She squeezed a little more.
“Not so hard,” Wayne said.
“Tell me what you are going to do,” Harriet whispered.
Wayne grinned sheepishly. “I’m going upstairs.”
She pulled his penis free from his underpants and stroked it. “And then?”
“I’m going to take off my clothes.”
“Good boy,” Harriet said. She stroked his penis again, then released him. “Up you go.”
She smiled as she watched him clutch at his trousers and head for the stairs. She didn’t want him to find Georgina yet. Let the bitch have a few really miserable hours before she had to crawl back home. It would make her all the more sensible in future. Harriet wanted to keep Wayne, but on her terms. And that meant Georgina had to be his ever loving wife. There would be no fun in it otherwise.
She followed Wayne upstairs. She intended to enjoy a long and playful session. He would be begging for release before she let him finish.
Wayne stripped quickly while Harriet watched.
“Hands and knees,” she said.
Wayne grinned and went down on all fours.
“Good boy.” She smiled at him. “You deserve a reward.” She removed her blouse and bra. “Shoes.”
Wayne crawled over to her and removed her shoes.
“Knickers and tights.”
His hands went under her skirt and pulled her knickers and tights down, then worked them off her feet.
“Good dog. Up on the bed.”
He took his position on all fours on the bed.
“What a pretty dirty dog he is.” Harriet lent against the door frame and smoothed her hands over her breasts. She smiled at him, then moved beside the bed and stroked his back. Her other hand went under his belly to hold his cock. She pulled on it until it was hard.
“I think I’ll have you tied. Lie down.”
Wayne lay on his back. She tied his ankles and wrists to the corners of the bed.
“And now we shall begin. I’m going to play with you until you’re exhausted.”

The suitcase seemed to have doubled their weight by the time Georgina found a small hotel. She registered. It was not a cheap place but she needed a haven to give her the time to stop and think. She was irritated by the look the receptionist gave her and by the request that she pay in advance, but she managed to contain her anger.
She was shown to a small room with a very small double bed, but at least it had its own bathroom. She stripped and stood under the shower. The hot water running down her body washed off some of the anger and loneliness she was feeling. She noticed flaky patches on her breasts and realised what they were. Dried sperm. She scrubbed her whole body clean, fighting the thought that her sister was right, that she was a slut. That she had the morals of a tomcat.
Once out of the shower she lay on the bed and wept. She wept for the loss of Wayne. Not for the Wayne she left, but for the Wayne she thought she’d married. She wept for the loss of her sister. She had been so sure that Harriet would support her in her decision, would listen to her story of married life. She wept for the dress that cost sixty pounds and the return of sixty pounds that the dress had brought about.
After her weeping she felt more calm. She also felt hungry. She had hardly eaten all day. She dressed in jeans and sweatshirt and left the hotel to get something to eat. Her eyes felt puffy and she didn’t fell like being seen by the other guests.
The reluctance to be seen by others made her postpone eating. It was seven o’clock. She wandered the streets for a while, then came to a decision. She would talk to Harriet once again. She just needed to talk quietly and calmly and explain the truth of the marriage she had left. Wayne had poisoned Harriet’s mind before she got there. If she explained quietly and reasonably, without calling her sister names and shouting at her, then they could work it out. Georgina did not want to feel totally alone in the world.
It didn’t occur to her to use the front door. She went round the back. The door was unlocked so she walked straight into the kitchen and through to the living room, calling out Harriet’s name as she went.
If she’d heard the noise before she called out she would have left quietly and returned later, but she’d already called when she noticed the noise of bedsprings and heard the moans.
She was still going to leave, hoping she hadn’t been heard, when the noises from upstairs stopped abruptly.
“Who is it?” Harriet’s voice.
“It’s only me.”
“I’ll be down in a minute.” Harriet’s voice again. She sounded breathless.
Georgina grinned to herself, “Morals of a tomcat she says, and she’s bonking some bloke’s brains out.”
There was a scurrying upstairs and some whispers. The trouble with modern houses is that they’re not intended for real people to live in. Footsteps on the stairs, and Harriet in a dressing gown.
“I was just running a bath,” she said.
“I heard.” Georgina grinned at her. If you’d told me that was why you didn’t want me to stay I would have understood.”
Harriet looked frosty.
“It’s OK, I’ll go. I only wanted to say sorry for losing my temper. I’ll come for a chat some other time if I’m allowed.”
“I don’t want you using the back door again.” Harriet said. “I’m entitled to some privacy. Have you decided what you’re doing yet?”
“Yes, I told you, I’m not going back to Wayne. Now you get back to your fancy man, I’ll come and see you some other time.” She grinned and waved, then left by the back door.
She had almost walked out of the street when she realised what she had seen. Even then she had to go back and check. It was Wayne’s van, parked a little way down from Harriet’s house. She looked up at the bedroom window in time to catch the glimpse of a face before it ducked out of sight.
Harriet was bonking her Wayne! Well she wished her joy of him. She gave a V sign to the house, kicked the van door and stomped away.
She marched back to her hotel, her only possible place of refuge, hardly noticing the tears that ran down her cheeks. She went straight into the bar and ordered a double gin and tonic, then sat in a corner and nursed her drink. She felt truly alone. She had lost her husband and was glad, lost her sister and was sad. She had no job and limited funds. Nothing seemed worthwhile. She bought another double gin.
A man in his fifties sat near to her with his pint of beer. He nodded as he sat down. “You look a bit fed up,” he said.
Georgina scowled at him.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. Only trying to be friendly.”
“I don’t want to be picked up.”
“That’s good, I’ve got a bad back.” He grinned and she was almost able to raise a smile in return. “Anyway, I’m too old to pick up young girls in pubs. Are you all right? You do look very miserable you know?”
“I feel miserable. And I’m not in the mood for company. So just leave me in peace please.”
The man nodded and adjusted his chair so that he was looking out at the bar rather than towards her.
Georgina sighed. She was miserable, but even a few words with a stranger had lessened her loneliness. She finished her drink and went back to the bar for another. When she sat down again she felt bad about being so abrupt.
“I’m sorry for being rude,” she said quietly to him. “I am feeling very miserable.”
The man turned to her. “No matter,” he said. “We all feel like that sometimes. You’re staying here aren’t you?”
She nodded.
“Hotels are very lonely places.”
Georgina nodded again.
“How much longer are you here?”
“I don’t know.” She needed to find somewhere. She needed a job.
“I’m off tomorrow, Three days in one place and off to the next. I only spend three nights at home each week. At times I get really bored with the traveling.” He shrugged. “Then again, at times I get really bored at home. Have you eaten yet?”
Georgina shook her head.
“I’m going somewhere else to eat tonight. This place is all right, but I like a change to shorten the evening. I’d be glad of some company if you’re not too worried about being seen around with an old man.”
“Are you trying to pick me up?” Georgina asked. “Because I’m really not in the mood.”
The man smiled. “If you would like me to pick you up, I’d be thrilled. But if you’d just like some company and you’re willing to have diner with me, I’d be very pleased. I’m not sure if I know the difference, but I do know when a woman’s happy to chat and when she’s willing to do more than chat. And I don’t press my attentions where they’re not wanted.”
“I am hungry,” Georgina looked at him very seriously, “and I would like some company. But that’s all.”
“Fine by me. Do you want to change? I want to get out of this suit and have a quick shower.”
Georgina nodded.
“What room are you in and I’ll give you a knock when I’m ready.”
She told him. They finished their drinks and went to their rooms.
Georgina felt a bit unsteady from a surfeit of gin. She chose a skirt and blouse. She had just finished dressing and doing her face when there was a knock on the door. She opened it.
“Ready?”
“Almost.” She stepped back to let him into the room while she brushed her hair.
“Now that’s a nice dress,” he said. He was looking at the dress Georgina had bought the day before, it was hanging over the back of a chair. She looked at him in surprise. He grinned.
“I know my dresses. I travel in women’s clothes.” He waited for her response.
She laughed but failed to return the joke. He shrugged. “Not many women can get away with a dress like that. It’s the sort of thing many want but few can wear.”
“You mean it looks tarty.”
“I mean it looks beautiful if you have the body for it, and you say it looks tarty if you haven’t.” He grinned at her.
She thought of Margot and Harriet, both of whom were a bit chunky. She giggled.
“I would like to see you wearing it, it’s not often I get the chance to see my best lines worn by the people they’re designed for. Are you ready?”
Georgina nodded. She put down the hairbrush and picked up her purse.
“Then let’s go.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to change first?” she asked, with thinly veiled sarcasm.
He grinned. “You look exceptionally beautiful as you are. I am honoured to escort you.”
Georgina did a mock curtsey and followed him out of the room.
Her new companion finally introduced himself as Roger. He chatted easily, talking about the clothes he took round a variety of the smaller and more exclusive shops. They settled on an Indian restaurant and Roger ordered a large and varied meal. Georgina drank little, and gradually the effects of the gin wore off. After the meal they went to a pub and took drinks into the garden.
“So,” Roger asked when they were settled, “what is the problem? You really are upset about something.”
The easy conversation and good food had a relaxing effect on Georgina and she was able to tell him about Wayne and the breakdown of their marriage. He cheered loudly enough to make her feel a little embarrassed when she got to the part where she knocked Wayne to the floor.
“I don’t see why you’re miserable, you’re well shot of him.”
Georgina nodded. “I’m not miserable about that. It’s my sister.” She explained how her sister had told her to return Wayne, then how she had found Wayne and her sister in bed together. And he laughed.

Jenny in HK

admin — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 21:03:39 +0000

Ringggggg!
Jenny Marshall opened her eyes. Her hand was placed on her crotch, her panties wet.
“Damn, it’s morning already.”
She had just awoken from something rather erotic. Jenny kicked the blankets out of the bed and let out a yawn. Her room is in quite a mess and she didn’t really bother. Workload had been heavy for the past one month and she had to work overtime almost everyday. Hong Kong’s economy is hitting a low for the moment and it seem to a norm now to continue working after office hours. Not that she is complaining much, at least she gets to see the guy she had secretly fancied.
Jenny got out of the shower, looking fresh. She stood infront of the mirror. Her 36C breasts looked proportional and curvy on her slim 5′7 frame. She looked at the clock.
“Damn I’m gonna be late.”
Jenny quickly got dressed and left her rented apartment.
This morning is particular hot. The aircon in her car had broken down. She quickened her pace towards the office lift, which the lift door was closing.
“Sorry wait!”
Just as the door was about to close, it opened again. A sunny smile came into her vision. It was Lee Wing. Her eyes lit up.
“Oh its you Lee! Good morning!”
“Hiya Jenny. Good morning to you too. Oh by the way you look great in spectacles.” Lee complimented.
“Thanks!” Jenny smiled, That is all she needed to hear to keep her happy for the rest of the day. She was glad he noticed..
There are only two of them in the lift. She looked at Lee. Standing at 5’9 with a dark blue shirt, black pants and a black tie, Lee looked smart and suave. His hair is neatly combed and it compliments his sharp features well. Her eyes moved up and down, secretly admiring Lee… and her eyes eventually landed at his crotch area.
“Mmmm” she let out a faint sound.
“I beg your pardon?” Lee asked.
“Uhhh No.”
Jenny flustered and wondered if he had caught her glance.
Lee took out a packet of tissue from his pocket and handed it to Jenny. All the initial rushing to work in the early morning and the hot weather had made Jenny sweat more than usual today. Standing beside Lee made her feel even warmer.
“Thanks”
“Oh I had a dream about you yesterday.”
“Haha really? What was it about?” Lee asked.
“Nothing really…just some weird and funny dream.”
“Heh, okay.”
“Lunch together?” Jenny added.
“I love that.”
Jenny hardly realized lunchtime had already arrived. Her phone rang. It was Lee.
“Hi Jenny. Ready for lunch?”
“Oh I’ll be ready in a minute!”
Everywhere seem crowded during lunch hours. The two settled for Indian food in a restaurant nearby.
“So mind telling me the funny dream of yours?”
“I’ve forgotten about most of it really. I only somewhat remember you were part of it.”
Jenny lied. She couldn’t possibly admit she had dreamt about kneeling down before him, in the office lift, his hard erected cock in her mouth. She couldn’t tell him that.
“So what do you do in your free time?” Jenny asked.
“Movies, not the Hollywood stuff but more of independent films around the world, jazz music, playing the piano, reading, Chinese calligraphy… Hmm that’s about it. You?”
“Learning Japanese, shopping, movies, music, TV… pretty ordinary. I like collecting Asian films(She has a secret habit of collecting Japanese Porn DVDs which nobody knows as well) too. Hah you have forgotten to mention about accompanying your girlfriend in your free time did ya?”
“Gf? Nah, been unattached for 2 years already”
“Oooh I see”
The basement car park lift door opened. They entered along with a few others into the lift. Jenny noticed another man staring at her chest sheepishly. She felt uncomfortable. Wearing a black knee length skirt, white collared shirt and high heel shoes, Jenny looked good. Not wanting to make a fuss out of it, Jenny coolly adjusted her black coat so as to cover her tits, which looked like they could really burst out of the tight white shirt anytime. She moved her position from being beside Lee, who is sending messages on his cellular phone to being in front of Lee. The lift stopped at the ground floor. The moment the lift opened, a crowd rushed in. Jenny was pushed back against Lee, her back on his chest. The crowd proceeded to squeeze in until the lift is completely full and crowded.
Jenny’s butt was pressed against Lee’s crotch. Thoughts ran in her head. What would be his reaction? Her doubts were quickly dismissed. Something was growing in size. Something hard and warm pressing against her butt. It was Lee’s erection. She pretended as if she didn’t notice and even purposely increase the pressure of her butt against his erection. She could hear Lee’s breathing heavier. Teasing him this way greatly turned Jenny on. Her white-laced panties were damp. She felt slightly daring, and pretend to appear in a way as if the people in front are squeezing behind a little. With this excuse her ass found comfort once again in rubbing harder against Lee’s hardness. She could almost hear him moan a little.
The lift opened at 13th floor. Most of the people in the lift went out. Jenny sighed. How she wished the lift would break down or something. She was so turned on already. She let her mind wander a little… Did Lee enjoy it? Is he as turned on as Jenny herself? She imagined him cumming in his pants and looking embarrassed. Now that their bodies are separated, she glanced at Lee… His face is a little red. He is sweating a bit. The bulge in his pants looked as if his pants might tear anytime. He moved his hands down, right hand holding his left, covering his erection. Jenny grinned.
They had to work overtime again today. The hectic workload had suppressed her lust. She forced herself not to think about it for the moment. Maybe later when she got home. One by one, her colleagues left. It was already 10.45pm. She had finished her work for the day. She got out of her seat and walked around a little, purposely walking towards Lee’s room. The door was opened and the computer was still on. “Hmm. Maybe he left already.” Jenny thought. Jenny walked into the room and sat in front of his computer. She opened the Internet browser. “Mmm I wonder what type of websites would be in his bookmarks.” Jenny knew it was wrong to peek but she dismissed it as harmless.
“Let’s see… “ Most of the websites are pretty much about movies, music, world news, etc… She moved the mouse and clicked on documents. There is a Microsoft word document titled “Jen”. Curious as a cat, Jenny clicked on the file. It turned out to be an erotic story narrated from a first person’s perspective about a scenario where robbers “forced” the narrator at gunpoint into fucking his White female colleague late one night. Jenny read every single word of it…especially the part about how the character in the story enjoyed every single part of his colleague named “Jenny”, how he loved the taste of her pussy juices…
While reading the story and convinced she is alone, she slid her hand into her skirt, making circles on the outline of her panties… She was so turned on. A wet patch formed on her lacy panties. She moaned lightly as she reads on. Her finger about to get some work in. All if a sudden…
“Oh I didn’t know you were still here. What the…”
“uh!…!!!” Jenny nearly fainted out of shock. Lee was standing at the door, his hand holding a cup of coffee, mouth opened, in awe.
They stared at each other for a moment, both didn’t know what to say. Lee’s face turned red. Jenny redder. Lee closed the door.
“Better not let anyone else see you…” Lee said, acting as if everything is normal and okay.
“Oh!!!” Jenny realized her hand is still on her crotch area. Jenny wanted to cry. She had never been as embarrassed as this her whole life. She composed herself and sat stood up. Lee noticed his story on the computer screen.
“So you read it?”
“….erm.. yeah. You saw it…”
“Sorry. I apologized for fantasizing about you in the story. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“No its okay really. I supposed everyone has their own sexual fantasies.”
“So you liked my story?”
“What else would you think I’m doing just now?” Jenny faked a laugh, pretending everything was cool and normal. “Please I beg you, don’t ever let anyone know what I did just now…I’ll do anything…” Jenny plead, almost sobbing.
“Don’t worry sweetie, I won’t tell anyone. I won’t harm a good friend.” Lee smiled, although awkward, he tried sounding as if nothing happened. “You’ll do anything? Okay, how about lunch tomorrow. You pay.”
Jenny’s face lit up. She no longer felt threatened. She was surprised Lee didn’t even try taking advantage of her. Not that she would really mind…she secretly hoped he would. But since he didn’t, she was nonetheless impressed as well. “Do you like me?” Jenny asked
“erm… yeah…”
“Well, I’ve no money to treat you for lunch. How about this?”
Jenny slowly unbuttoned her shirt…Lee’s eyes widened. Out came her 36C tits into his view. Less than 15 seconds, Jenny stood only in her white lacy bra and panties. Lee licked his lips. Jenny walked towards Lee…turned her back against him.
“Help me with this honey…” Referring to undoing her bra.
Her bra seem to drop the moment Lee touched its strap. Jenny led Lee’s hands around her waist…”
“Hold me”
Lee pulled Jenny close to him. Their bodies touched. His erection pressing against her ass…Lee took off his shirt. And he hugged her from behind. Here, unlike in the lift this afternoon, where Jenny was pressing herself against Lee, he was the one rubbing against her now. She felt so turned on by his erection rubbing against her soft ass cheeks. Their skin met. She could feel his smooth chest pressing against her back. His hands moved to her tits…caressing them wantonly… squeezing them together…playing with them. He kissed Jenny’s neck, sucking onto the skin. Jenny let out a moan. Lee led Jenny to the couch in the office. There, their lips met…tongues wrestling with one another…fighting for territory. Lee licked Jenny’s lips…moving down to her neck, his hands still fondling and enjoying the softness of her breasts… He continued to move downwards…. He pressed both her tits together…and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking it with wanton lust. Her nipples were erect. He seemed hungry, hungry for sex, hungry for love. Jenny spread opens her legs, wrapping them around Lee’s well-toned body. She stroked Lee’s hair while he buries his face in her softness… Their lips met again. He held her left thigh and kissed her leg.
And he buried his face. Not the tits this time. Somewhere further down.
“Uhhhhhhhh” Jenny let out a moan. Lee’s face was on her crotch…rubbing his face against the soft exterior of the panties…his tongue licking on the particularly wet spot.
“Mmm, let’s get this out of the way dear…” Lee took off Jenny’s panties. Jenny’s bush was well trimmed…Lee kissed Jenny’s pussy lips, as if it is her lips itself. He looked at Jenny’s face while he kissed. “Ohhh Lee Wing…” Jenny moaned. Her experienced heightened when her eyes locked with his, lovingly. Lee’s tongue moved in circles around Jenny’s clit…and proceeded to lick in alphabetical orders with his tongue, occasionally halting just to suck on her clit for a moment. Jenny’s moaning got louder and louder. By the time Lee was in the alphabet “P”, Jenny was ready to cum. Her body was jerking slightly…her neck, chest, underarms and palms are starting to moisten with sweat…
“Ahhhhh uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” Jenny exploded. Spasms and waves of pleasure hit every single of her body. She felt weak, her body tingling and warm. Lee’s handsome face was drenched in Jenny’s love juices. Lee continued licking.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”
Jenny felt it was time to return this gentleman’s favor. She got onto her knees, looking upwards at Lee’s face. She unzipped his pants. His bulge wrapped in a pair of gray cotton underwear. She kissed the bulge. It grew slowly as his lust pumps into his manhood. She let loose his constraining undies, her eyes fixed on his cock. It was beautiful. It looked clean, uncut, 6 inches of pleasure. Not too big, not too small. Just the right size. His pubic was trimmed as well. She slowly held his manhood in her hand, feeling the hardness and the warmness of it, while her other hand cupped his balls. She licked the little blob of precum on the tip of his cock. Lee moaned. He fondled her face and stroked her hair. Jenny took it into her mouth. Sliding it in and out with precision, her left hand playing with his balls. Lee fondled with Jenny’s nipples and breasts…Lee felt immerse pleasure. Seeing Jenny’s beautiful face sucking on his cock has been one of his fantasies. Sensing Lee might cum anytime, she took his cock out of her mouth. With 6 inches of flesh still in her right hand, she brought forward her tits so she could rub it against them.
Her soft breasts rubbing against the hardness of his cock. Lee placed his cock between her tits, with Jenny squeezing them together. He began tit-fucking her 36Cs.
“Uhh so soft…they are so soft and bouncy” Lee moaned
“Lee… I want you inside me” Jenny whispered softly.
Jenny was now on all fours. A pair of hands on her ass cheeks. Lee’s manhood rubbing against her anus, and then against her pussy.
“uhhhhh” Jenny let out a soft moan the moment his cock entered. Lee entered slowly, and started humping. He was soft and gentle at first. But his timing slowly built up…accelerating in speed…her tits swing and bounce faster and harder as moments passed by. His hands on her tits while he continue fucking her faster and faster.
They changed into missionary position. Again, Lee slowly build up his pace….Jenny was so wet, the sliding in and out of Lee’s cock was making “slurping” sounds. While fucking missionary, Lee was pressing his thighs downwards, so that his cock was would hit slightly upwards. With one hand firmly on Jenny’s right breast, Lee found his free hand massaging Jenny’s clit while he continues to pump his cock faster and faster…Jenny was ready to cum again…. Lee was ready for the final too.
“mmmmahhhhhhhhhhhhh”. The second wave hit Jenny like a tsunami. Her mouth opened. Eyes closed…
Lee yelled in pleasure. He dismounted Jenny and aim at Jenny’s tits. His cum shot out into the air, seemingly endless. Jenny’s face and tits were covered in Lee’s cum. She licked some of it that got onto her lips and tasted it. Lee rubbed the cum on Jenny’s tits and spread it around to the rest of her tits….massaging them as if it was lotion. They spent the rest of the night cuddling and holding each other in arms till the wee hours. They didn’t go home.
The next morning, the boss arrived early and saw them still clad in yesterday’s clothes. He commented “Good. It seems that both of you had worked overtime the whole night. We need more committed workers like you.”
Lee’s eyes locked with Jenny’s. They smiled.

Oral Sex While Sleeping Ch. 02

admin — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 17:04:03 +0000

This is a continuation of my last FICTIONAL story, “Oral Sex while Sleeping,” where Tim receives a blow job while he is sleeping from me (Dave.) You may remember that Tim has insomnia and his doctor prescribed a very powerful sleeping pill that he must take every night. Once he is asleep, he is out like a light until the next morning. While he is sleeping, I come into his room, open Tim’s silky boxer shorts, stroke and suck his cock until he cum’s in my mouth. This was the first time that I have ever had male to male sex and I found that I love it, and can’t wait to do it again.
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The day after I sucked my first cock, I am at work and can think of nothing else but sucking on Tim’s cock. I am counting the hours until Tim is asleep so that I can stroke his cock and feel it sliding in and out of my mouth again. I just can’t wait to once again taste Tim’s hot cum on my tongue and to swallow it. Just thinking about it makes my cock throb in my underpants. I can feel the wetness in my jockey shorts. I am now sitting at my desk with a major erection, which is pushing out my pants like a tent. I am tempted to open up my fly, whip out my stiff cock and jerk off, but there are several of my co-workers nearby and I’m afraid that I will be caught. So, I resume my paper work and try to forget about Tim until tonight.
The workday finally ends and I arrived home to my apartment. Tim is already there and is cooking some pasta for the two of us. While we are eating and chatting, I am looking at Tim’s lips and thinking how nice it would be to feel those lips on my stiff shaft. It would be so wonderful to shoot my cream into Tim’s mouth and then kiss him and taste my own cum on Tim’s tongue and lips.
The hours go by very slowly. We watched TV and chatted about our day, and finally around ten o’clock, Tim takes his shower and prepares for bed. I watch him take his sleeping pill, and as he passes me to head for his bedroom in just his silky boxer shorts, I can clearly see the outline of his cock. Little does he know, that I will soon be sucking on it.
I went into the shower next, and while I am washing myself, my cock is as hard as a rock thinking about what I will be doing with Tim’s cock shortly. After drying off, I put on my jockey shorts only, and head for my bedroom. My cock is hard and wet as I lie there thinking about different things I could try with Tim’s cock. Around midnight, I get up and head for his bedroom.
I pushed open his door and stepped inside. He is in the same position as last night. He is lying on his back with the sheet covering him up to his waist. The two windows are open and some light is filtering in from the street lamps. A gentle warm breeze is coming in through the screens. I walked over to the bedside and watched Tim for a minute. His steady, deep breathing indicated he was sound asleep. I carefully pulled down the sheet past his ankles, and could see outline of my desire through his shorts. My hard cock was throbbing.
I followed the same script as the night before. I rubbed his cock softly through his shorts and could feel it move under my hand. I sat down on the side of the bed, opened the button on his shorts, and opened his fly wide. I again started to tremble from the anticipation of feeling another man’s cock, and knowing I would soon have it in my mouth enjoying the feel of it sliding past my lips and rubbing my tongue. I reached inside and gently pulled out his cock which was only semi-hard. I wanted to feel it grow inside my mouth, so I leaned down and placed my lips around the head. I started to suck it lightly and lick around the velvet tip. I felt it getting harder in my mouth and loved the feeling. I started to slide my lips down the shaft and back up again. I did this two or three times and now Tim’s cock was like a steel rod. The tip was covered with his pre-cum juice and I licked all around the head. It tasted slightly salty but I liked it.
I was very hot and my cock needed some attention. I stood up and slipped my underpants off and felt the warm air blowing on my now totally naked body. It was nice to feel the air blowing on my erect cock that was wet with my own pre-cum. I sat back down on the side of the bed, and held Tim’s ridged cock in my right hand, and my stiff shaft in my left hand. I started to slide both hand up and down, masturbating the both of us. It felt so nice to hold two cock’s at the same time. I kept moving my hands slowly up and down until I thought I might cum. I took my hands off both cock’s until the feeling passed.
I had an idea. I rearranged myself on the bed so that I had one knee on each side of Tim’s hips. My legs were wide open and I was looking down at his cock. I took Tim’s cock in my left hand and pointed it straight up. I held my cock in my right hand and pointed it straight out, at the head of his cock and moved a little closer so that our two cock heads were touching. I started rubbing the head of my cock against the head of Tim’s cock and the feeling was incredible. Both cock’s were leaking pre-cum juice and were very slippery. I moved the tip of Tim’s cock so it could rub the bottom of my cock head which is the most sensitive, and where I feel the most pleasure. I call this “my pleasure spot.” When I am jerking off, this spot gives me, and most men, the most pleasure.
I moved my cock head and rubbed it back and forth on Tim’s “pleasure spot.” I heard him breathing more heavy now, and soft moans came from his lips. I found that while kneeling, if I sat back down on my legs, and moved my knees up a little toward the head of the bed, the entire length of our shafts would be touching. As I did this, I placed both my hands around both cock’s and squeezed them together. This felt so beautiful. Two hard cock’s flat against each other, with cock heads touching. I could now feel the bottom of my balls lying against the top of Tim’s balls. I just sat there and enjoyed the sight and feeling of our two hard cock’s together.
I started to pump my hips up and down along the length of Tim’s hot cock Each time his cock head rubbed my pleasure spot, I almost shot my load of cum. It must have felt good to Tim too, because he was breathing very heavy and moaning in pleasure. Both cock’s were leaking clear juice and sliding easily up and down each other’s shaft. I was getting close, and would not be able to last much longer before I cum in buckets. I couldn’t believe that I was actually humping Tim’s hard cock. I was so hot watching my cock slide up and down Tim’s shaft, especially watching our cock heads rub back and forth. I felt my balls bouncing on top of his balls, and each time I came down, I could feel Tim’s silky boxer shorts rubbing against my ass.
I knelt up slightly and held his cock in my left hand and guided it to where I wanted to feel it. While pumping my cock with my right hand, I started sliding his wet slippery cock all around underneath my balls and it felt wonderful. I leaned forward a little and was able to rub his cock on that sensitive spot between my balls and my asshole. I moved my right hand faster on my shaft, while I rubbed the wet tip of Tim’s cock head back and forth over my asshole. I thought about pushing my ass down over his cock, an the thought of doing this, pushed me over the edge and I could feel my hot cum starting the journey to climax.
I quickly knelt up, held Tim’s cock straight up in the air, and with my other hand, pointed my cock head so it rested against the pleasure spot on his cock. Then I watched as my cock started to erupt it’s warm creamy load. The first two spurts were so strong, I could actually hear them hit against Tim’s swollen cock head. Wave after wave of my white semen splashed against his cock. I felt overwhelming and intense pleasure in my balls and cock. My cum covered his cock and was running down the sides of it. I saw blobs of my semen on his stomach, chest and on one of his nipples. I have never before experienced such incredible sexual pleasure.
As I watched my cock start to get limp, I knew that Tim’s cock needed to be serviced to climax. I climbed off him and once again sat on the side of the bed. I saw his cock twitching, totally covered with my warm creamy cum and looking delicious. I held his cock at the base and started to lick up the sides of his erect shaft, my cum was still warm. When I got to the tip of his cock head, I opened my mouth wide and took it deep into my mouth, sucking and swallowing my nice warm cream.
The feeling of Tim’s cock filling my mouth, and tasting my cum on it, mixed with his pre-cum, turned me on again, and I could feel my cock getting hard already. I started bobbing my head up and down his shaft, faster and faster. I was now wildly sucking it deep into my mouth. It was hitting the back of my throat. What I enjoyed most, was feeling his cock sliding passed my lips and rubbing along the length of my tongue with his velvet cock head, and then back out again.
Tim was almost panting with pleasure and I knew he was very close to climax. I increase my suction and kept bobbing my head up and down very quickly. I placed my hand around his balls and started to gently squeeze and massage them. I felt his cum being pulled from his balls and up the shaft, and prepared my mouth to receive his tasty cream. He started bucking his hips into my mouth and moaning loudly, even though he was still sound asleep. It shot into my mouth with great force and flooded it, forcing some of it to drip back out onto his cock. I was so hot with lust knowing I was sucking Tim’s cum off his stiff shaft along with my own and swallowing it all. I couldn’t get enough of into my mouth. Tim kept humping my mouth and I took his entire cock into my mouth up to his balls.
Finally, he stopped bucking and moaning, and I could feel his cock start to soften in my mouth. I sucked and milked it until it was dry. I made sure that I licked off all the cum that covered Tim’s stomach, chest and nipple. I was so turned on by what just happened, my cock was rock hard again and I needed to get relief. I got off the bed, picked up my jockey shorts and wrapped them around my cock and started to jerk off.
The fabric felt good rubbing along my shaft and touching my “pleasure spot.” With my other hand I pulled and massaged my balls and in a very short time, I shot another hot load into my shorts. It turned out to be one satisfying night. I cleaned myself up, placed Tim’s cock back inside his boxers and pulled up the sheet to where it was. I was totally drained and went to sleep, still tasting my cum mixed with Tim’s on my lips and tongue.
The next morning, at breakfast, Tim told me that he had another fantastic dream that gave him such wonderful pleasure. He wondered if the sleeping pills were causing the dreams. I told him that perhaps I should try taking the pills to see if I could have a hot dream like that. Tim just laughed.
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Note: I am thinking of writing one more final chapter to this adventure. Please let me know what you think. I would appreciate any and all comments. David

The New Kings Ch. 3

admin — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 13:03:29 +0000

Angela worked hard to empty her man’s balls. She did not think about the cold concrete floor upon which she kneeled, or her aching jaws that stretched over the veins and skin of the magnificent black cock. All she could think of was how to make him feel so good he would let her be his girl again.
Just a few weeks earlier , before she met Thomas, she was a southern white girl who married her high school sweetheart and settled into a middle class life with no children and a husband that drank too much. After her husband’s death she realized she had no livelihood, no money, and a future of working odd jobs at real estate offices. She had always been told how beautiful she was,
but at the age of forty two that would not do her much good. Now, as she sucked on the black cock of this handsome millionaire, she realized that this was the best she could hope for, and she better not blow it. She needed him desperately.
“Tighten your lips and stroke me faster with your mouth, bitch” Angela worked her head faster up and down the cock. She let the cock sink deep into her throat as she looked up at Thomas with her blue eyes. After a few minutes she let the cock pop out of her mouth long enough to slide down the side of the shaft with her tongue until she was able to take big long licks of the ball sack
before returning to stroking the cock with her lips.
“OK, I’m going to cum. Watch closely how I squeeze the cum out of my dick. You will be expected to do this in the future. I will cum on your face, and then you will thank me for the privilege and honor of having a man who has a load of cum for you.”
Angela listened carefully to everything he said, she wanted to follow every instruction. So when he pulled his cock from her mouth and jerked it off on her face, she watched carefully to how he stroked his cock as it spurted cum all over her face.
“Thank you Sir, thank you for your cum. Your cum is wonderful and I am so lucky you allow me to have it on my face” She gasped gratefully, as she continued to stroke his balls and ass with her hands.
Thick wads of cum decorated her face, as she continued to look at his cock and face, looking for
direction as to what she should do next. When he said “Lick my cock, balls and crotch clean” she
was eager to obey. She gave deep licks to his cock and balls, thinking how wonderful it would be if she could make him hard again. He lifted one leg up slightly so she could better lick his crotch.
“When I say you are done, you will quickly go to my study and retrieve my video camera and tripod and set it up in the dining room. Then get my thickest belt from the closet and bring it to me. I will be relaxing in the living room.” Angela listened as she concentrated on licking the bottom of his scrotum where it was most sensitive. Thomas looked down at her efforts, looking for ways she could improve her service to him, his cock beginning to thicken once more, until finally he said “You are done. Go do as I have told you. Do not wipe the cum off your face.”
Angela balanced on her red high heels, naked, and made her way to the study, trying to focus on his instructions. She knew he kept the camera tripod, and camera, in the corner of the room. She did not let herself be distracted by what he wanted the camera for, or the punishment she knew was coming. So far so good, she had made him cum, she had given him pleasure. Maybe he will forgive her, let her be his bitch again. Her punishment was justified. She is a stupid woman that needs to be taught a lesson. She will do anything Thomas wants.
She set the camera up in the dining room and went to get the belt, her tits jiggling as she hurried down the hall. When she brought the belt to him, as he lounged on the couch in his bathrobe, her breath was shallow with anticipation. She kneeled, gave him the belt, and, not being sure what to do next, she began to kiss his feet. The black skin feeling good against her soft white cheek, and plump red lips.
“Go lean over the dining room table. Stick your ass out for me. Keep your legs straight. Keep your arms straight so that your tits are available to your Master when he beats your ass.”
“Yes sir” said Angela and obediently assumed her position in the dining room with Thomas immediately following.
“Now, a white bitch needs to show the world how much she wants her black Master’s belt across her ass. I’m not letting anybody claim I’m doing something against your will. After all, this is still
Charleston, South Carolina. So the camera will document your sincere begging for each stroke of the belt. After each stroke I will throw the belt across the room. You will count the stroke, thank me for it, and go get the belt. Then you will kneel, give me the belt, and beg for the next stroke.
Do you understand bitch?” Thomas casually walked to the camera and switched it on as he spoke,
then returned to the naked Angela, her back arched, her tits swaying under her, obviously doing her best to present her ass the way Thomas wanted.
“Yes sir” She said, when almost immediately the belt came down across her round soft ass.
“Ahhh!” A cry leapt from Angela’s lips. Then she heard the belt as it landed on the floor across the room. She had never experienced that kind of pain before. Her mind could only think of the pain. She slumped against the table, she could feel the mark of the belt on her ass. It took her too long to recover. Thomas walked back to the camera and turned it off.
“Get out! If you can’t take your punishment like a big girl. If you don’t want to have a strong man who is willing to discipline you, I don’t have time for you. Get out!”
Angela was jolted out of her confusion.
“No Sir, No Master. I want you to belt whip me. Oh my God!” She fell to her knees and kissed his feet. “You are right. I need to be punished if I don’t please you.” She stumbled to the camera and turned it on. Then she retrieved the belt from the floor and kneeled before him.
“Please belt whip me and teach me how to be your good bitch. I want to do everything right for you. I want to obey you and make you feel good all the time. I am a stupid bitch and need to be belt whipped when I don’t please you. Please belt whip sir” She stood and leaned over the table
continuing to beg for the next stroke of the belt. Thomas idly mauled her tits as she stuck out her ass for him.
“Then we will start again, if you insist” And the belt came down with breathtaking force.
“Ahh! One, Sir. Thank you sir” She grunted as she stood and walked to the belt that was thrown across the room. Thomas watched her walk away and return, then kneel and beg for another stroke. In this way, Angela must participate in her own subservience, she must totally accept her life as his bitch and servant. Thomas will require this of her everyday, until she knows of no other way.
Again she leaned over the table and stuck her ass out. Again the belt came down.
“Ahh! Two sir, Thank you sir”
At the number ten, tears rolled down her cheeks, mixing with the cum and snot that involuntarily
erupted from her nose during.
“Te…Ten, sir, Thank you sir” She stuttered in misery. Thomas laid the belt across her burning ass.
“Put the belt away and clean yourself up. You may freshen your make up, but remain naked. Be quick about it and come to me in the living room when you are done. We will see if you have learned to obey.”
Its over! Is all Angela could think. She vowed to never displease Thomas again, never require him to discipline her with the belt. She quickly washed and made herself as pretty as possible, committed now to do everything he asked instantly, without question. So when she knelt before
him and was instructed to lick and tongue fuck his asshole she did not hesitate.
“I may often enjoy my balls being emptied after discipline” Thomas told Angela as she ministered to his tight shit hole”That is one of the many times you will practice your ABCs. Asshole, Balls and Cock worship. As you are doing now. I will expect you to beg for this privilege, and perform your service with gratitude. You must also learn to throat fuck properly, as well as take a hard fuck up your ass hole. All with gratitude. You may now, move up to my balls, bitch.”
“Thank you sir” Angela moaned as she lick at the big luscious balls. She listened to every word and only thought how her Master was kind enough to give her instruction. She was grateful, and so lucky, to be on her knees licking his balls.

Virgin Stories Ch. 01

admin — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 09:04:00 +0000

If reading porn is illegal where you live or if you just dislike it try clicking the X in the upper right corner! All characters are above 18 and completely fictional. Resemblance to anyone you know irl exists in your head only.
I own the copyright to all my works. Disrespect that and my lawyer will do very horrible things to you while I watch…

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Jennifer lived with her mother in a small house close to the center of the small town. They were not poor, but they never had a lot of money either. Jennifer’s mother worked two jobs and Jennifer herself helped out at a local shop a few hours every weekend to earn some extra cash.
Jenifer was rather avarage according to herself, she would never be a model, but she wasn’t ugly either. She had curves, but she was still slim. Her brown hair was usually in a pony tail and her clothes were mainly from second hand stores. After all, why buy new clothes when you can get three times as many at the same price?
To get some extra cash they rented one of the rooms out. The house was too big for just the two of them anyway. At the moment the person who rented it was a 29 year old man named Danyel who had just moved to town and hadn’t been able to find an affordable appartment yet. He was a bit introverted, but didn’t really seem shy and he was always very polite to Jennifer’s mother.
Jennifer had a slight crush on Danyel. He was handsome, but he was rarely ever home and had only spoken to her a few times. Sometimes she was sure he was hitting on her, but that was probably just her imagination. She had gotten into puberty late and since the first drops of blood stained her underwear she had proved to have a lot of imagination. (Like when she had been sure one of her old classmates had a crush on her. She’d been so sure she’d asked him out - only to discover he already had a girlfriend and didn’t even know Jennifer’s last name.)
~ * ~
One cold week in the middle of winter her mother was out of town to help aunt Marie who had just given birth to her fifth (or was it the sixth…?) child, so it was just her and Danyel in the house. The first day promised to be a lot of fun since Danyel decided she didn’t have enough fun and took her to the cinema to see a film she’d wanted to see for weeks, then proved he could cook by making them pizza when they got back home a few hours after dark.
While they ate they talked about the plot of the movie and Danyel made a reference to a relationship he had had in the past. Jennifer confessed she’d never been in a relationship.
“Pretty girl like you, Jenni? I bet you’ve got a whole group of boys waiting to ask you out.” Danyel chewed on his last piece of pizza while saying it.
“Nope. I got into puberty late, so everyone just thinks of me as the ‘girl with no boobs’… no one wants to date someone who looks like their younger sister.”
“But you do have boobs”, Danyel said, nodding towards her chest. They weren’t huge, but anyone who wasn’t legally blind could easily spot them.
“Well, yeah, I do now.”
“So, you’re still a virgin?”
Jennifer blushed. “Yeah, and I hate it. I just haven’t found anyone I want to have sex with. It’s not that I’m a wannabe slut or anything, I just want that first time to be over with so I can get on with everything without having to wonder what sex feels like.”
Danyel didn’t say anything for a few minutes, but she could tell he was thinking it all over. They finished the last of the pizza and started doing the dishes.
“You know, if you just want someone to give you a quick fuck I can do that.”
Jennifer cursed herself for saying anything in the first place. Danyel was ten years older than her! OK, so he was very good looking. OK, he didn’t seem like someone who’d hold it against her later. But, what if he had some kind of weird disease? She was on the pill so she didn’t worry about getting pregnant, but getting AIDS wouldn’t be too fun either.
“Uhm…” She thought it over. It really would be a good thing to have it over with. She’d been curious for way too long. “Are you clean?”
Danyel laughed. “Yeah. I got tested after my last relationship ended.” He turned and looked at her. “I’ve never been with a virgin though…”
~ * ~
They had decided to both shower and slip into something more comfy and then do it that night in his room. Like they had been talking about how to best make a cake - it had been odd talking that openly about it. Better to get it all sorted out first though. Jennifer worried she’d made a wrong decision, but still wasn’t going to back down.
The room was lit only by a small lamp on the bedside table giving away only a soft, dim light. That lamp had been bought at a garage sale a few years earlier. They had needed a lamp, but both Jennifer and her mother agreed it was too ugly to be in the living room.
While Jennifer had considered wearing something, she just couldn’t decide what item of clothing would be the perfect outfit and had decided to go nude rather than fret over what to wear. She didn’t usually walk around nude. Her mother insisted she had always wanted to be naked as a kid, but that was long since forgotten.
She got out of her pondering when Danyel told her to sit on the bed with her legs as wide apart as she could. She felt vulnerable sitting naked on his bed with her pussy exposed to his view. He came up to her, towering over her, and started to feel her bare breasts. He caressed the soft skin, pinched her nipples and kneaded her mounds like he was milking her.
He still had all his clothes on as he kneeled in front of her and caressed her inner thighs. Not saying a word he started to slowly explore the folds of her pussy with his fingers. He let one finger trail down to her asshole, circle it, then back and finally coming to rest on her clit. He used a little pressure and held it there. She looked at his hands as the other one started pushing two of its fingers into her tight hole. It was an odd feeling having a firm pressure on her clit while two large fingers entered her untouched hole. They didn’t venture deep, but instead of pulling them out he started going back in just as they were about to leave her. He continued for a while to slowly finger fuck her while the finger on her clit started moving in slow circles. She moaned.
“Such a dirty little girl. You’re all wet. I bet you’re dying to have that tight hole filled up,” Danyel said as his fingers left her pussy and he stood up. He quickly got rid of his clothes and told her to lie down with her feet in the air. It took Jennifer a while to do it because she was staring at his huge cock. She doubted it would fit. She shook herself out of it and got into the position. Danyel had taken a bottle of lube from a drawer and was now stroking his cock as Jennifer watched. The waiting made her nervous and she was again staring at it.
Finally he stood over her and put her legs over his shoulders, then positioned his fat cockhead at her virgin hole. She felt that it was dead center and hoped he’d go slow. He held still for a few seconds before he pushed in hard, all the way to the bottom in one determind stroke. Jennifer screamed. It felt like she had been split in two, and when he started pumping her like there was no tomorrow she felt how her pussy was getting very sore. His cock felt too big for her as it moved in a brutal pace inside her.
“Aaa, you’re too rough!” She was crying and screaming. She clawed at his chest and arms with her fingernails.
Danyel didn’t seem to care, or he did and he enjoyed it, he just kept fucking her hard. She felt rough hands on her breasts and every once in a while he would spank her ass like he was riding a horse and wanted it to run faster, or disciplining her for not being a good girl. She tried not to focus too much on the oversized cock pumping in and out of her sore pussy, but couldn’t help doing it anyway.
She was just starting to wonder if he’d ever stop when he did stop movig with his huge cock buried deep inside her. Her legs were removed from his shoulders and spread wider. Two fingers started rubbing her clit. His other hand was busy “milking” her breasts and pinching her nipples.
That felt incredible. Jennifer still felt like her pussy was on fire, but damn, he sure knew how to use his hands. She was writhing and moaning like a bitch in heat when he stopped and started fucking her hard again. Despite the pleasure she still felt very raw and bruised. He slammed his cock hard into her, going faster and faster until the pace had both panting for breath.
“Oh, god, pleeease stop, Danyel! It hurts too much!”
“Mmm. Not just yet. Your tight hole feels so good…”
When he slammed his cock deep into her tight pussy one last time and came, Jennifer hoped he wouldn’t want to go again. He gave her a few more slow strokes and then pulled out. Thuroughly fucked she sighed and relaxed against the bed.
Danyel wasn’t done though. He got down between her legs and started licking her sore pussy, eating her out and tasting his own juices mixed with hers and a hint of blood. He was hard again. Jennifer wasn’t sure if it was painful or pleasurable, but didn’t have the strength to care either. As Danyel was french kissing her clit she came and when he didn’t stop to give her time to rest, she came again. Just before she was about to come a third time he abruptly stopped and told her to get on her hands and knees.
“Please Danyel, I’m too sore to go again.” Jennifer was sure she was going to hurt for a week already, but still being light-headed from her orgasms she got into the position anyway. Two fingers were inserted in her pussy and moved around in there, but to her relief she soon felt them withdraw. The she felt them circling her asshole, pushing in slowly. She panicked and closed tight, but Danyel slapped her ass hard and she relaxed enough to let his fingers inside. He poured lube over her ass and pushed a third finger inside. Jennifer felt full, no way was he going to get more inside her than that.
“Oh yeah, such a tight ass.”
“Oh no, please! It’s not going to fit…”
The fingers were moving around inside her ass, stretching her tight channel. Opening her up as wide as he could he poured lube into her ass and pulled out his fingers. He grabbed her hips in a firm hold and pushed his cock inside her tight ass. Jennifer tried to push it out using her muscles, but it only seemed to make it go deeper. She felt like she had a baseball bat up her ass when he finally stopped pushing in.
“Fits like a glove…” Danyel moved slowly and only used small thrusts at first, but soon started fucking her hard. A hand came around her and she felt him rub her clit while he fucked her ass. Neither of them lasted very long this time and when Danyel pulled out Jennifer collapsed on his bed.
Danyel helped her get up and take a shower and then put her to bed… his bed. She was too tired to care and just fell asleep.
~ * ~
The next day was a real non-event. Danyel was off to work before Jennifer awoke and Jenni decided she was going to visit a friend to tell her about what happened.
That night however, Jennifer couldn’t sleep. She was too horny to relax enough and she couldn’t get herself off. She’d never masturbated before, so it wasn’t that odd. Frustrated, she got out of bed and took a cold shower. She needed something else to think about so she watched a horror film on TV.
The next morning she was still tired as she got out of bed, but she was also hungry as a wolf. Someone was cooking and it smelled like pancakes. She went to the kitchen just dressed in her t-shirt and underwear.
Danyel was dressed all in black and making enough pancakes to feed a small army.
“Mornin’ …”, Jannifer said and immediately yawned.
“Hi. Have some pancakes. I think I misread the amounts stated in the recipe…”
“Uh-huh. Thanks.”
Danyel eventually finished cooking and sat down opposite to her with a plate full of pancakes. “Do you feel bad about it?” he asked as he poured syrup all over them.
Jennifer’s brain didn’t immediately connect. She hadn’t slept enough and she needed food. Why would she feel bad about pancakes? “Oh, that. Uhm, no. I thought you meant the pancakes.”
“Want seconds?” Danyel looked mischievious as he said it, so Jennifer figured he didn’t just mean pancakes.
“You’re kinda rough”, Jennifer said remembering how sore she’d been all day yesterday. Her tone wasn’t scolding - now that she wasn’t busy feeling the sensations for the first time she got turned on thinking about it.
“Yeah, sorry about that.”
“Not to mention that thing is huge.”
“Does that mean no?”
“I liked the way you used your tongue on me.”
“I can do that again if you get up on the table…”

Heather’s Realm: A Prelude

admin — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 05:03:32 +0000

Most people would call me eccentric. I’m a wealthy self made woman. I have always been a sexually orientated woman. Most of my close friends say “Heather you are so much like a guy, always thinking about sex.” I just smile and agree. There’s not much about sex that I don’t like. I even like some of the extreme. Well, okay more than some. I do have a very big voyeuristic streak in me; I think that is why I love the BDSM world. It offers me the ability to watch men and woman doing acts that would make your Grandmother role over in her grave.
Now many people are mistaken that I am a lesbian, let me set the record straight I’m not. I am bisexual I do enjoy the company of men. Men who know how to please me, I am picky though and the men that I do choose are generally submissive. Thinking, well most of my partners are submissive. I love men who are not afraid of their sexuality. I give as well as I receive and if a man can’t let a woman fuck his tight little ass well he’s not for me. There’s nothing wrong with watching two men pleasure each other either. I figure that if I can have fun with a woman why can’t they have fun with other men. Now my taste in men is bit on the wild side also. I love a sissy. I consider a sissy is a man that is very feminine and is generally dressed as a woman. Another name for a sissy is a cross dresser or even a transvestite. This is just a glimpse at who I am.
A question that has often been posed to me is. “Have you always been a Domme?” The answer to that is no. In the beginning I did a lot of experimentation. I lived in San Francisco during my early teens and through college. I guess that helps explain why my views on sex are so wide open. I was in the middle of it all. It wasn’t uncommon for me to be sitting next to a tv or a gay couple. I was intrigued and experimented. It is this early experimentation that has made me who I am today. I know what I like and I don’t care what people think. I have enough money that my private life is just that private. If I chose to have sex with a woman or a tv no one knows. I am very open about my sexuality and my confidence shows. I’ve always been athletic and sure of myself. I’ve been told by several people that I draw attention without trying, that I have a aura about me that just attracts people.
With my lifestyle I get to travel a lot, and see a many things. Most of the trips I go on I’m able to find a new play thing or I have a steady toy there. Unfortunately on this trip the prospects were slim at best. I was going to visit a friend whose husband had just passed away. I was going to the middle of suburbia Michigan. I now live in Los Angeles California where it’s sun and fun. The last thing I wanted to do was go to Michigan in the middle of the fall. All I could imagine was rain and cold, and I was right. Getting off the plane in Detroit it was doing just that raining, and yes it was cold. I met my friend at the baggage claim. We caught up and I took over the things that needed to be done to arrange the funeral and take care of the financial dump he left her in. The first two day’s went by as a blur I was so busy helping her and taking care of the lawyers and bill collectors. Her husband was a loving caring guy but a financial wiz he wasn’t.

At the wake all the family and friends showed up to give her their best wishes, that’s when I first saw her. Dressed in a simple black dress, she looked to be in her thirties. She had brown hair and a full figure. It wasn’t necessarily her looks that caught my attention but her demeanor. When she was away from her husband she was a confident woman but when he was near she became this meek thing. From across the room I watched. Catching my friend’s attention I asked “who’s that couple over there?” pointing at the lady and her husband. “That’s Chip and Barb Smith. Chip was a friend of Michael’s. I don’t know Barb that well, Chip is that sort you know what I mean?” Nodding my head I could see that. To Chip, Barb was a possession a thing. And he made it clear that it was his. Sipping my drink I pondered. Well little man let’s see what you are made of.

Once the party was over I had the caterers clean up and tucked Fran into bed. I went into the den and opened my laptop and set it up on Brad’s old desk. Logging onto my pc I started to search, collecting information. For a person like me the internet is a very dangerous tool. There’s not much that I can’t find and information is key that is what has made me so successful both in business and private. It didn’t take me long to find all I needed to know about this Chip. Nothing to do now but wait.

Weeks pass by and It’s time for me to return back home. I leave my friend in the best condition that I could. Inviting her out to California for a vacation whenever she wanted, back in my normal life days turned to months. I would periodically check up on Fran. During one of our conversations she mentioned that Chip and Barb had just gone through a very messy divorce that was all over the town. Being a small town word spread fast. It seems that the town thought Barb was nothing but a cheating slut; rumor had it that she was known to various men and women. Rumor had it that’s what had ended the marriage. After I hung up the phone I went to my computer and checked up on Chip and Barb. What Fran said was plastered all over the local newspapers. It didn’t take me long to cipher through it and get the true story. Chip did a very good job at slandering his wife. Showing the court that she was having sex with various men and women, to add to it he even posted dozens of photos of her on newsgroup forums under cheating wives. I quickly collected them all. All of them are of Barb in various acts of sex, with men, with women, but all with a common theme, Barb in the act. Once done I compiled all of the pictures and emailed them to a graphic wiz. Picking up the phone, “Jessica.. Hi it’s Heather. Listen I just sent a bunch of pictures to you can you take a look at them? Yeah she’s a hot one. What I’m not sure what I’m looking for, the husband slandered her and posted these on the net. Yeah, that’s what I’m thinking too. Can you get back with me if you find anything? Thanks”

A couple of hours later the phone rings, “Hello.”

“You were right he was the one taking the pictures. He’s even in a couple of them himself with his face cut out. How convenient. I sent you the pictures back cleaned up and spots highlighted.”

“Thanks a lot Jess I owe you one.”

“Just let me into your play room and we’ll call it even.”
“Deal”
Turning on my pc I look at the pictures again. In each picture there’s Chip either in the camera or in a reflection. There he is on the television screen. Someone must have been filming it while he took pictures. Laughing to myself as I see him sticking his sorry excuse of a dick into her ass, no mistaking that body, and there’s that birth mark on his arm just above his wrist.

Closing the pictures I start to search, this time for Barb herself. Credit reports, charge cards, bank accounts. Sitting back smiling, she’s here in California. After some more in depth searching I’m able to track her habits. Hmm she goes to a local club almost every week. By her credit card transactions she’s a regular. Let the games begin.

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dear Mistress,
as i have often said in the past You NEVER cease to amaze me. the prelude is a totally cool idea. setting the stage so to speak. i certainly will begin working on my part right away.
i can update You quickly about the shopping charge which unfortunately for me turned into a felony conviction. it happened in early 1999 near the end of my marriage. you have to understand that this was a very low point in my life. i was terribly depressed to say the least. chip had us head of heels in debt with HIS toys. our sex life had long since become a boring routine that brought me absolutely no satisfaction. and i was very confused as to how to deal with the situation. i really dont know what came over me. one day i was shopping and it just hit me, “well he wants problems i’ll give him problems.” i walked into a swank lit shop at the mall and treated myself to a shopping spree. i honestly don’t remember much about what i did. i do remember paying for a few small items. the next thing i really see clearly is the security guard stopping me as i began to leave the store. at any rate, in one of shopping bags he found $350 worth of merchandise which i hadn’t bothered to pay for. the really awful part was that i had almost $500 cash in my purse plus a couple of credit cards that would have more than covered the cost of what i took. by then i had come to my senses and begged the store management to let me pay them. but like a lot of stores they had implemented a “get tough on stealing” policy. i ended up spending the night in jail. in michigan shopping lifting over $100 is considered a felony. the bastard of a prosecutor we had at the time wouldn’t budge an inch in regards to a plea bargain. so the up shot is that i ended up pleading guilty. i was sentenced to 1 year of probation and $1000 in court costs and fines. my attorney, who didn’t do a god damn thing for me expect hold out the possibility of a plea deal for three months so he could charge more and more, cost me $1500. oh yea, i also had to pay the shop a $100 fee for some asinine legal thing. that was above and beyond returning the items i stole.
Mistress, i hope You can appreciate how hard this has been to share with You. it’s not something that is easy for me to share. i hope that You don’t think less of me because i have spend time in jail <18 hrs. or so>. at my arraignment the next day the judge did release me on a personal bond . i really do hope that You don’t mind that Your bitch is also a jailbird.
on a much happier note, i had wonderful news at work friday. i won’t be bouncing back and forth between shifts like i have been for the last four months or so. meaning that i will be home each weekday by about 8pm Your time. i really am looking forward to see much much more of You.
~love & kisses~
barb