I started a regular motion, pumping my finger inside her as I encircled her clit with my tongue. The hood slid under my mouth, lubricated by her juices. Her legs closed, clamping onto my ears with her thighs. I bore up under the increasing pressure, listening to her voice breaking into a high-pitched gasp. Her hips bucked again now, smearing my face with her juice as I tried to keep up with her. She tried to keep reading, knowing what I was trying to do, but then she reached a part where the reader exploded in orgasm.
Her legs tightened harder. I felt her pussy grasping at my pinky as she burst into a groan of pleasure. I continued to lick as she came harder, trembling and shivering in her chair. Then the groan faded into quick gasps that arrived further and further apart until they stopped.
I released her from my mouth to crawl forward, looking up from her lap to see her smiling down at me. Her eyes half-closed, still swimming in the afterglow of her orgasm.
“Good?” I asked.
“Very good,” she whispered, “but I still have another email to read. From Australia. He wants to fuck me bad.”
I grinned. “I can do you while you write a reply, describing what I’m doing to you.”
“Oooo. I love it.”
She backed up to slide her chair out again. I noticed her legs shook a little, but her eyes shone brightly. I crawled up from her lap, pulling myself up by her thighs until I lay on her stomach, my crotch pressed against hers. She wrapped her legs around me as she kissed me, holding my face with her hands. I let my tongue sink into her mouth and we played in there for a while. Then I broke the kiss with a pop and began kissing my way down her lips, her chin, her long, slender neck, along her shoulder, and down to her left breast.
She hummed with pleasure as I flicked at her inverted nipple with my tongue. I pressed it into the surrounding breast, letting it roll in a bed of flesh. When I drew back my tongue, her nipple pushed back, red and hard, jutting out twice its size. I did the same with her other nipple until it was firm, then tweaked them with my fingers.
“Wait.” She shifted her chair around so she could reach the keyboard. She typed a new email, which I read: “My boyfriend is playing with my breasts as I write this to you. He’s sending tingles down my body with every touch…”
Then she described as I shifted my hips away from her to undo my pants. My rod jutted out into the cool air. I positioned it over her slit, then let it sink into her pussy as slowly as I could. Her juices oozed out as I filled her pussy with my hard flesh. She breathed carefully between clenched teeth as I began to slide in and out. I pumped my hips a little faster as she locked her ankles on the small of my back. She forced me in harder and deeper with her heels. I was happy to obey.
We locked together, our hips slapping together in a quick rhythm. I felt my balls slapping at her asshole, and I knew she felt it, too. She still tried to type with her shaky hands, reading aloud how it felt to have me deep inside her, filling her with hot meat. Every thrust sent a shiver of pleasure through her body. Her legs tightened around my waist, her thighs squeezing my hips.
Her mouth hung open as she breathed in short gasps. “Harder…deeper, baby…”
I thrust myself in to the hilt. Then I drew out and did it again, forcing myself in as far as I could go. She grit her teeth, her lips curling in a snarl. One hand struggled to type as the other reached down to hold my cock as it slid in and out of her. One finger reached down to circle her clit.
Then I stopped. She was about to protest when I slid my hands under her ass and lifted her off the chair. I planted her butt firmly down onto the keyboard.
I smiled. “It’s more fun for you to type this way.”
She laughed, then I began sliding in and out of her again. She hummed in pleasure under her breath as she felt her body roll on the keys that clicked beneath her. We both look back to see the words appearing on the screen. I changed the angle of my thrusts to change the words that appeared on the screen, her cheeks mashing against the keyboard. Her hand returned to her clit, rubbing it furiously to intensify the pleasure.
Then her mouth hung open again. Her smile collapsed into a grimace. Her eyes squeezed shut as she began to whisper to me, “Oh, yes, just like that, give it to me, harder, oh, yes, just like that, oh, yes, yes, I’m cumming I’m cumming…” and her legs almost crushed me between them. Her pussy spasmed in quick flinches that milked my cock. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I threw my head back as I launched my hot cream into her deepest crevices. Our fluids mixed and increases until it flowed out of the edges of her slit, dripping onto her desk.
We held each other, shuddering in our shared orgasm, feeding each other’s pleasure with our spasms. I recovered first, opening my eyes to look into her twisted expression. I thrust once more, causing her to wince with delight as the last traces of her enjoyment faded away. She relaxed, flopping back against the wall to smile at me.
I reached over to her mouse, positioned the pointer on the email screen, and clicked the SEND button.
The End
Last story for tonight .
Our Mid-Morning Tryst
You are my next door neighbor’s niece. You are staying with your aunty for a while, since you are a budding author & you’ve come to try for a break as a scriptwriter in the TV / Movie industry. You are thirty-something, a bit short & plump with a nice full figure. You’re fair & attractive with bright, flashing eyes and long, thick, dark, lustrous hair reaching halfway to your waist. You’re married, with one kid whom you have temporarily left with your Mom. You are a bit of a show-off; smart & well dressed. You know you attract men’s attention…
I am tall (6’), fair, clean shaven, medium built, distinguished looking, with salt & pepper hair. I am a senior executive in a multinational company. My kids are grown up & studying abroad. We’re nodding acquaintances; we’ve met several times on the staircase & in the building compound, exchanging smiles & pleasantries. You have noticed my admiring glances. I too have noticed your lingering glances at me…
It’s mid-morning. Your uncle & aunty have left for work, leaving you alone at home. You’ve had a late evening out & have no appointments during the day. You wake up late & open the door to fetch the newspaper…
Just then, I step out of my apartment, on my way to the office. As befits a big boss, I usually start late, arriving at my office a couple of hours after my underlings have been slaving their asses off…
“Hi Uncle!” You greet me, inviting me for a cup of coffee. You’re wearing a dressing gown, your hair is deliciously tousled & eyes are still a bit sleepy. You look so inviting, I agree…
I wait in the living room while you excuse yourself & disappear in the bedroom. You pop out in a jiffy & I notice that you’ve simply taken off the dressing gown & are now in your night suit that you slept in. The night suit is made of soft, thin pink knit cotton fabric. The top reaches just below your hips. The matching pink pyjamas reach halfway down your calves. The nightie top is loose, with frilly gathers around the neck that is held closed by a spaghetti string tied into a floppy bow. I can see your breasts moving fluidly inside the loose nightie. My cock stirs inside my trousers as I studiously avoid looking at your breasts.
I follow you into the kitchen & stand resting my ass against the kitchen counter, while you busy yourself making coffee. You listen to me talking on my mobile, first to my driver & then to my secretary, telling them that I would be starting late & instructing her to reschedule my meetings. I can see color rising up your fair neck & then spreading to your cheeks… As you wait for the water to boil, you run your fingers through your long tousled hair, and then reach behind your head to gather them together & attach an alligator clasp at the nape of your neck to hold them in place. Your bosom juts out as your hands work on your hair & I can clearly see your nipples thrust out against the thin, soft fabric of your top, while the hem lifts to reveal your slim, bare midriff & the dark hollow of your navel. You notice me eyeing your breasts & respond with a coquettish toss of your head. You arrange your hair so that they are a dark waterfall flowing over your shoulder & down your front …
You hand me a steaming mug of coffee & step next to me, standing sideways, resting a hip against the kitchen counter. We’re sipping coffee & chatting idly. Soon, I feel your thigh brush against my hip. I ignore this, thinking that it’s accidental. Then there it is again, a little firmer… In a while, your thigh is in full contact against mine. Although your talk is still casual & girlish, I can see your eyes start to smolder…
I brush back a lock of hair falling across your forehead & my fingers brush against your skin. We both pretend that nothing is happening & continue with our small talk. Soon, my hand trails down your bare arm & rests lightly on your out-thrust hip. Slowly & imperceptibly it creeps under your nightie top & rests on your bare belly. I start making slow, circular caressing movements on your silky smooth belly. Your breathing has become fast, shallow & erratic. Your hands have started trembling & you put down your mug on the counter, afraid that you might drop it. Your eyes are downcast as my hand reaches behind you & rubs the small of your back…
I’m thoroughly enjoying playing with you as a cat might play with a mouse… I never move closer, nor try to pull you to me. In fact the only contact between us is your thigh pressing against mine and my hand slowly & lightly caressing your belly and your back in turn. My fingers just occasionally brush against the lower slopes of your breasts and sometimes dip into your navel.
Casually & effortlessly, I reach behind you & my fingers push the waistband of your pyjamas down, exposing a round, plump bun. My palm rubs the smooth half round bun & gently fondles it. My hand again travels to your front & my fingers play with the waistband of your pyjamas for long minutes, before slipping in & running through your soft, curly pubic air. You hold your breath in anticipation of what I’ll do next, not daring to look up.
I have all the time been aware of the wonderful womanly scent of your unwashed body mingled with the fresh minty smell of toothpaste on your breath & the aroma of hot coffee. Added to these, I can now smell the musk wafting up from your hot, aroused pussy. I know you are ready – although, mind you, I’ve not yet touched your breasts or your pussy, nor even kissed you. I want to experience the pleasure of hearing from you how you want to be taken.
I hold your chin in my fingers & raise your downcast face. Shyly, you look at me.
“Honey, tell me what you want next.” I whisper, my eyes locked into yours, our faces just inches apart. I feel your thigh rub against mine & your breasts thrust against the soft fabric of your nightie top as you re-tie your hair. I know you you’re doing this intentionally to show off your breasts & make me touch them…
I lower your arms, untie the floppy knot of the string at your neck & pull open the neck of your nightie top. As I drag it down, your plump, rounded shoulder is exposed. You hunch your shoulder up, helping me to disengage the nightie top from your elbow. Another little tug and your breast pops out. The skin is fair, satin smooth and shiny with a youthful glow. Your nipple is thick, stubby & stiff; it is surrounded by a dark, almost purple aureole. Although you’ve already borne a baby, your breast sags only slightly. Your arousal rises another notch as my eyes fasten on your nakedness. My finger tentatively rests against your exposed nipple. You shyly stroke my handmade silk tie, wordlessly urging me to stroke your exposed breast.
“Do you like my tie?” I ask with a smile. You nod with your face downcast, then loosen my tie & open the top two buttons of my crisp white cotton shirt.
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My fingers start rolling & pinching your nipple, gently at first and then more firmly. Little moans of pleasure escape your lips and your eyes screw tightly shut as I occasionally pinch them hard. I let go of your nipple and grasp the whole of your plump breast in my hand. I squeeze and knead your resilient young flesh to my heart’s content, sending exquisite bolts of pleasure & pain through your shivering body. You throw your arms around my neck and offer your half open lips for me to plunder. I wrap my arms around you & hold you in a tight embrace, flattening your breasts against my chest. My lips cover your open mouth and you eagerly suck my invading tongue. My hips dry hump you, trapping your body against the kitchen counter… When I release you, you are barely able to stand. I pull my tie over my head, put it around your bare throat and pull it tight. Your tresses are trapped under the tie circling your neck. I hold you by the tie and lead you to the living room. You follow meekly, unresisting; I know you’re mine to do as I please…
I pull your pyjamas down, leaving them pooled around your feet. You are now naked from the waist down, while your nightie top only partly covers one breast, leaving the rest of your chest & belly bare. You watch through half closed eyes as I quickly remove my shoes, trousers and shorts, freeing my thick, dark, hard cock. The crown is partly unsheathed and looks an angry red, wet & drooling with my juices. With gentle but firm pressure on your shoulder, I make you kneel before me. You’re so close to me that as you move down, my hard, wet cock grazes your belly & then your exposed breast, leaving a light trail of precum…
You now kneel before me, your hypnotized eyes focused on my cock. I’m so tall that you have to stretch yourself up to bring your mouth level with my cock. I whisper a hoarse instruction & you pull back my foreskin, fully exposing my shiny red crown. You turn slightly sideways & rub your cheek against my crown, then repeat the same process with the other cheek, making both your cheeks wet & sticky… Finally, finally your lips open and your tongue laps all over my crown. I can’t avoid jerking my hips in a fucking motion against your mouth; but today I want to fuck your cunt & so quickly control myself…
I make you lie down on the expensive hand woven silk carpet covering the living room floor. You spread your thighs apart to make place for me. I kneel between your knees & push my hands under your ass and squeeze your buns, lifting your hips up. Your furry cunt lips split open as you further stretch apart your thighs, revealing your drooling wet, pink inner lips. I stand on my knees; my hard throbbing cock juts out proudly. It moves around with a life of its own.
“Baby, do you want this inside your cunt?” I ask lewdly as your mesmerized eyes focus on my cock. Of course, you’ve been dying to take it in your cunt! You however nod silently; your throat is so dry with excitement, you are unable to vocalize. As I lower my cock towards your pussy I feel your soft hand on my shaft. You guide it into your cunt, hold your cunt lips open with your other hand and raise your hips to welcome it.
As soon as I feel my cock head nestle into the warm embrace of your inner lips, I brace myself on my elbows and with controlled movements of my hips, ease my cock into your hot, profusely oozing cunt.
“Ahhh…!” You sigh with pleasure as you feel my cock stretch your cunt wide open, sending shivers of pleasure radiating outwards. You’re very close to climaxing, although I haven’t even started yet… I draw my cock back; leaving only the crown embedded & then shove in again into your cunt with a hard, mighty thrust.
“Hmmmph!” You grunt as my thick cock is fully lodged inside and my pubic bone mashes your clitoris. You’ve not been fucked for a while and this rude invasion of your tender pussy drives you almost over the edge. You wrap your legs around my waist and thrust your hips into my groin. I fall upon your defenseless body, shaking it like a rag doll as I energetically ream your tight, hot cunt with my rampaging cock.
You surrender control over your body & mind to the uncontrollable lust of this Alpha male who is now bent upon taking his pleasure of your young, supple, soft feminine body, rudely probing your innermost recesses with hard, demanding thrusts of his thick cock, not caring for your needs… Strangely enough, you start climaxing hard as soon as you surrender to my will.
“Ahhh… ahh… ahh…” You keep moaning & grunting ecstatically in time with my thrusts as you hit climax after climax. I occasionally stop to regain my breath, lick your lips and squeeze your breasts and then resume my thrusting, until a few minutes later I too climax and pump my hot, thick, creamy semen inside your cunt. I collapse on top of you & bury my face in the fragrant tresses framing your face, regaining my breath.
I lift my weight off of your body, still straddling you on my knees & elbows. Our bodies brush & graze against each other while I lick sweat off your face and my hands caress & fondle your breasts. You eagerly swallow my saliva drooling into your mouth as my tongue duels with yours …
After enjoying long minutes of post coital bliss, we separate. I get up & sprawl on a sofa chair & watch you lying wantonly naked on the carpet, your thighs apart and your wet, open, sticky cunt obscenely winking at me. There is a big wet stain on the expensive carpet, just under your cunt.
“Clean me up!” I command you, spreading my thighs open. My limp cock is wet & slick with our combined love juices. You get up on your knees & quickly hold your pyjamas at your pussy to wipe & soak up love juices that start to dribble out. You then crawl between my legs and slowly, lovingly lick up all the wet sticky mess that covers my cock, my balls and mats my pubic hair. Your long, loose hair too picks up a bit of the sticky mess. You pull back my foreskin & lick my cock head dry. You fetch a wet towel from the bathroom and give my groin a sponging, followed by dry toweling. You then apply talcum powder to my crotch with your powder puff (the one you usually use on your face). You spy a small drop of residual semen squeezing out of my pee slit and lick that up too. All this attention is causing my cock to start getting hard again, but I reluctantly push you away.
I wait while you iron my crumpled shirt & tie so that I can put them on again. I don’t want to change into fresh clothes; I want to smell the scent of your body on my clothes for the rest of the day. Before I turn to leave, you throw your arms around my neck once again & hug me tight, your soft tits mashing flat against my chest. I smell & taste your cunt as well as my own crotch as my tongue probes your mouth & duels with your tongue. I make a mental note to soon taste your cunt directly.
We decide to make the best of your stay with your aunty…
After I leave, you clean up the wet splotch on the carpet as much as possible… You breathe in the smell of our love juices lingering on your body and in your pyjamas, spending long, lazy hours in bed, re-living our intimate moments together…
The End
Good Night And Sweet Dreams
Good Evening And Sorry To Keep You All Waiting For My Posting Of Stories .
Well will post one story before going for a smoke break .
Against His Will
I never even saw it coming. I had spotted a big Buck across the valley, and spent the better part of a day trying to get closer.
The wind was wrong, but I knew the wind would die down later, it always did in these remote canyons. That would give me a chance, if I could just get within a couple of hundred yards and get a clear shot the trophy would be mine.
This fellow was big, I had spotted the rack first, huge. As Whitetail went I knew this was a record or darn close to it.
The record meant nothing to me, I was thinking of the meat. My provisions were getting low, and I was tired of the small fish from the area creeks.
I had left the 4 wheel ATV behind, too noisy. In fact way behind, I was a good 6 to 8 miles deeper into the area and I had ridden it for close to 30 miles. I covered it well, no one would ever find it.
I reached down and felt the compass in my pocket, comforting. Even without that, I would have been completely at ease in the wilderness. It’s hard to get lost when there is nothing to go back to.
I spent most of my time making do in the woods, the farther out, the better. I carried a backpack, good gear. I could stay out here for weeks on end, and did quite often.
More than one hunter had gone into this region and never came out. That didn’t worry me. What bothered me was pavement, noise. Everybody rushing everywhere, all of them trying to get in front of each other. I tried to fit into that, I really did. But my father took me on his hunting trips, two solid weeks every year as I was growing up.
I learned quickly that I fit in much better as far away from everything as I could get.
I had quit my last job months before, no way could I stand the guy giving orders, telling me to move one box here and another there. I did last three weeks at that one, though.
There were no women in my life. The few that had been were just like ghosts, there for a few days and then gone.
When my Dad passed away, I got the house and his truck, I just sold the house, bought a little ATV. I kept his rifle and gear, found a bank to store the capital and I left.
Nothing was in the city for me, just noise and irritation. Sometimes I would come out, rent a room for a few weeks, just to hunker down for the worst part of the winter. I would then clean up and go find me a woman, another face and name, just passing by.
More ghosts.
Then back to the wilderness.
Now I was sitting behind a rock, scanning the far side of a draw with my scope. There was a small creek down at the bottom that I knew would be a late evening draw. I snugged my heavy jacket close around me to ward off the biting cold and waited.
Then I saw him. He stepped out from some bushes, froze, inspecting the world around him carefully. I could see that huge rack, part of his head and neck.
I held my breath, waiting. He stepped out further, froze again.
Perfect. I sighted, aiming for a spot just below his ear on the side of his neck.
The big animal’s head came up, alarmed. I had just started to squeeze the trigger when my head exploded.
I have no idea how long it was before I woke up, my head felt like I had been on a six day drunk.
I tried to look around but my eyes were blurry, finally I managed to focus. There was a plain wooden wall and a beat up old door. Some light was coming in through a filthy window off to the side.
I started to get up but couldn’t all the way, something was holding me back by my left arm. I looked down.
What the hell?
There was a strap on my wrist, a chain attached to it. I sat there and stared at that, confused.
Then I realized my other arm was strapped, too, another chain going to the opposite wall.
I tried to reach one wrist with the other hand to pull it loose, the chain drew taut just before I could.
I looked down at my feet, they were bare. My heavy walking boots were gone.
I took in my surroundings, sparse would be too much of a description. The room was small, perhaps no more than ten feet square. There was one door, one window, and a dirt floor. I was sitting on what looked like a pile of hides.
I heard a noise then, someone coming. The door opened, a huge man stood there, the light behind him allowed me to see just his outline.
“Awake, huh?” He stepped in and sat down a bowl of water, turned and started back out.
“Hey, wait! What is this, what the hell is going on?”
“You was trespassing.”
Then he was gone.
Trespassing? I knew I was on government property.
I yelled for several minutes to no avail.
I must have slept, because I woke up to the shock of cold water on my face.
It took a few seconds, then I realized a woman squatted there, she was washing my face. I glanced at the rag she had in her hand, it was coming away bloody. I looked at her, she was skinny, her hair stringy and dirty looking. She looked to be perhaps 20 or so.
“Pa sure bonked you a good one.” She said.
“Wonder he didn’t kill you.”
“I have to go to the bathroom.”
“OK.” She reached down and undid my pants, jerked them down.
“Slide over and go.”
“What? Don’t you have a….”
“Do it or just mess your pants, up to you.”
I had no choice.
She went and got a shovel, scraped some dirt from the floor I had messed, simply tossed it out the open front door.
Then she reached for a wet rag and washed at me some.
She dabbed at me some more, then seeming to be satisfied, she pulled up my clothing.
Then she reached behind her and picked up a bowl.
“Here.” She said, shoving what looked like a carved spoon filled with some kind of grey mush at my mouth.
“Eat.”
“I don’t want that, let me loose.”
“Pa won’t want you let loose, eat some.” She poked the stuff at me again.
I finally opened my mouth, whatever it was was some kind of mashed vegetable and bits of meat. It tasted all right.
She sat and fed me several spoonfuls of the stuff, then picked up the bowl of water and tipped it for me. I sipped some, then drank. I was horribly thirsty.
“What is going on, why am I tied up?” I demanded.
“You was trespassing.”
“I was not. This is all federal property around here.”
“Not no more.” She said.
“Pa and Mom, we staked a claim.”
“You can’t claim Federal land!”
“Well, we did. Been here for years, nobody ever comes around.”
“Except trespassers now and then.”
She pushed the bowl of water over closer to me to where I could reach it with one hand.
“You are cuter than the others.” She grinned at me as she stood up.
“What’s yer name?”
“Dan.”
She just nodded.
Then she left, shutting the door. I heard the click of a lock.
“Cuter than the others.” She had said?
Others?
I finally slept some more, woke up cold. I managed to tug at the hides under me, finally got one loose and up and over me. It wasn’t easy to do, both hands were restrained and they didn’t meet in the middle. The hide helped some, I felt some warmth in my legs.
Still, I sat there and shivered, waiting. I spent a bit of time testing the restraints, it didn’t take me long to realize they were solid. I saw the big turnbuckles screwed into the log uprights, no way was I going to pull them loose.
The place stank something terrible, I wasn’t sure if it was the room or me. I had been in my clothes for days.
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I heard voices outside, listened closely, almost holding my breath.
“I want to keep this one.” The woman’s voice said.
“Just trouble, if he gets loose he will tell.”
“He can’t get loose, I will take care of him.”
“He might.”
“No, I won’t let him.” The voice was pleading now.
“Pa, you got to pay attention. Tam is a woman now, she needs a man.” The second woman’s voice sounded older.
“Shit! I think we should get rid of him and be done with it!”
“I want to keep him, Pa! It won’t be no trouble, I will take care of him.”
“Shit!” The man said, then I heard footsteps as he stomped off. The two older voices were still arguing as they faded away.
The woman came in, kneeled down again.
“I can get to keep you if you ain’t no trouble.” She said, looking at me.
“If you are, Pa will just shoot you.”
Then she picked up the bowl of water, tipped it for me. She left and was back in a few minutes with some chunks of meat that she fed to me one piece at a time. She sat and watched me eat with satisfaction.
I didn’t recognize the meat, it was stringy and had an odd smokey flavor, almost like jerky?
“You going to be trouble?” She asked simply.
I shook my head no.
“Good. Pa is real nervous about strangers.”
Then she left again. It was much later before she came back, she had a glass jar filled with some kind of soup. I took it in one hand, leaned forward to sip it.
I decided to try a different tack.
“Your name is Tam?” I asked her.
“Yea.” She looked me up and down.
“You are pretty. Thank you for the food.”
Her hand came up and brushed her stringy hair back from her face. I managed to not change expression at that.
“You think so?” She seemed to beam a little.
“Yes, for sure. Hey can I maybe get a blanket, something warmer?”
“OK. I will find something.” She hopped up and left, came back in a few minutes with an old coat that was two sizes too big for me. It was thick, a hunter’s jacket.
“Let me know if this ain’t enough, we got some more from…the others.”
I felt a little shiver run through me at that. Just what in the hell had I run into here?
Tam kneeled down in front of me, her hands tucked the old coat around my upper body. I felt her hands investigate, they ran down and across my groin. She squeezed me, then grinned.
“Pretty good, you will do fine.” I caught a glimpse of bad yellow teeth. Then she got up and left.
That night was cold, I was thankful for the coat. I managed to sleep fitfully, after spending a bit of time working on the restraints. I even tried to chew the straps, but they were tough, I realized in short order it would take way too long.
Then there was that comment about causing trouble.
The next morning I woke up to the sun shining in the small window, it felt good on me. The weather outside was warmer. I scooted around as much as I could to let it shine on my legs. Then I sat and waited, it wasn’t long.
The door opened, she stood there for a moment letting her eyes adjust. Then she kneeled down in front of me, fed me some food. She watched as I ate, smiling. The meat seemed fresher.
“What is this?” I asked.
“Pork.” She hesitated for a moment before answering.
That wasn’t Pork, I knew.
After I was done, she set the bowl aside, smiled at me again. I knew that look.
Her hands reached out and fumbled with the clasp of my jeans. She tugged them open and down a little, her hand reached in and felt my limp penis.
She stared at it as her hand worked up and down, in short order I felt myself begin to stiffen.
There was nothing I could do about it, her hands just kept on, she seemed fascinated as my erection grew. She sped up the motion, I felt myself grow even larger, then I let loose with a blast.
“Good! You will make fine young’uns.” She fastened my jeans back up and left.
Later I woke up, the man was standing there. It took me a moment to realize he was pointing a rifle at me.
My heart skipped a beat.
“Any trouble out of you and I shoot you.” He growled flatly, then he turned and walked out the door.
My life became a ritual. The girl would show up, feed me. Sometimes she would masturbate me, sometimes she didn’t. Every other day or so the huge man would come in and threaten me. Once he had a knife, he cut my cheek slightly. The girl came in and washed the cut after he left.
I got so I did nothing, I didn’t even try.
Then one evening she walked in. It was much later than normal.
“It’s time.” She said simply, pulling the dress over her head.
She was skinny as a rail, very small busted. Her breasts sagged, capped with black nipples like buttons. The dark mass of pubic hair was way more than I would have expected, it came almost to her navel.
She seemed to be clean, with a slight smell of pine needles. I saw that her normally stringy hair had been washed, then combed out.
She pushed me back on the deerhides, undid my jeans and pulled them down to my knees. Then she stroked me a few times. As soon as she had me erect, she straddled me and lowered herself onto me with a sigh.
She pumped herself up and down. I could barely bring my hands together to hold her, I was helpless. I felt my orgasm building, then I felt hers come first. Her head went back as she spasmed, I felt my body let go and blast my seed deep into her as she pressed down, mashing herself against me.
Finally she relaxed, then slid off me.
“That was lots better than with Pa.” She said.
Then she covered me up, pulled her dress over her head and left. She was back in just a few hours. This time she worked me with her hands for quite awhile until she had me up and hard, then she lowered herself down on me, once more doing that thrusting motion. As she orgasmed, she pressed against me. I was trying to hold back but her hand came down and she lifted my testicles, that did it and I let loose.
She slid off me again, pulled on her dress.
“You will probably be all done until morning.” She said, and left again after loosely tucking my clothing back in place.
I woke up early, it was barely daylight. I felt hands on me, they felt odd. I looked down, there was a much older woman sitting there. I hadn’t seen her before this. She had my pants open, sitting crosslegged, holding me with both hands.
“Shhhh…” She said.
“Pa might get pissed.” Then she pulled up her skirt and slid down over me. I had long since given up any idea of resisting. Her head tipped back as she thrust herself at me, then her body shuddered as she orgasmed.
“Tam said you was big.” She grinned at me.
One day became another, it seemed that one or the other came in every day, sometimes both. I didn’t resist, didn’t say much of anything.
I didn’t even know how long I had been there.
Then came the change, the man came in and unhooked the shackles. He attached one chain to my arm and led me out the door. My legs were wobbly, it had been a long time since I had last been on my feet.
He dragged me down a small hill, there was a pile of wood.
“I am going to unhook you. You are going to carry the wood up the hill and stack it by the house. Don’t give me any trouble or I will just shoot you!” He glared at me.
I nodded, glancing at him long enough to see rhe scraggly beard, teeth like snags with several missing. He sat down on a stump, a rifle across his knees.
I realized that it was my rifle.
I started carrying the wood. The two women came down, they started carrying wood too as the man just sat there. I got my first good look at them in the full light. The older woman was thin, dark haired. She wore a printed dress that looked like a bag on her. Tam kept giving me sidelong glances, I noticed that she was showing signs of swelling in her belly.
I knew what that was.
Then the man got up, retrieved an axe and carefully set it down by the woodpile. He was cautious, he stayed a good dozen feet out of reach. I sized him up trying to not let it show. He was taller than me and rangy looking, the weatherbeaten clothes he wore hid his frame, but he looked strong.
I did as he told me, chopped the wood and stacked it in an old leanto. It felt good to work my body, I felt strength returning. It felt good to have my hands and legs free, but the man stayed just out of reach, there was never even a chance at him.
I would have taken the chance if it arrived, I think he knew that.
There was a smokehouse going a few yards away, he opened the door and stood aside while I tended the fire. There was chunks of meat curing in there, I tried to not look.
Some of it was Deer meat.
Some of it wasn’t.
I knew what that was, too.
Trespassers. I felt myself shudder inside, did my best to hide that.
After that he just chained me by one leg.
Then it was every day, they came and got me and made me work. Every night one of the women came and fed me, I never showed any sign of resisting.
Sometimes they would climb on me and use me, I didn’t resist that, either.
Days became weeks, then months, the younger woman grew. I knew she carried a child in her belly. I tried to not think of that. As she got heavier with child she quit climbing on me, the older woman came far more often.
When I was alone, I worked out as much as I could, trying to keep up my strength. There seemed to be plenty of food, I ate everything that was offered.
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I just kept my mind blank, chewed the meat. I was fairly sure what the result would be if I protested.
Then one day the man had me carrying wood into the house, I stacked it neatly for him. After that was done, he told me to have a seat.
That surprised me, he always hooked up the chain before.
“Got a treat for you, you work good!” He said.
He sat a steaming cup of coffee in front of me, poured a mug for himself.
Coffee!
I hadn’t had any coffee since, well, since he caught me.
I wondered where he even got any, then as I tasted it I realized it was from my backpack of provisions.
I didn’t say anything, just sipped it.
“We gonna just lock your door, no chain. OK?”
“OK.”
“You won’t try to run, if you do I will track you down and shoot you.”
I just shook my head, looked down.
I was thinking about that axe in the corner, I was thinking about my rifle he had leaned up on the far side. I noticed he had set it down on the opposite side, I would need to cross the table and go past him to reach it.
I might even make it, but I decided to just wait.
More time went by, they let me come in and eat with them, then use the outhouse. No more corner of the room, using the shovel to clean up.
I just became one of the family, it seemed like every day he trusted me more and more. I learned he called the older woman Car-o-line, he drug the name out each time he said it. Tam and Caroline both just called him Pa.
The man didn’t talk much, mostly he just barked orders.
I started to call him Pa, too. The first few times he looked at me oddly, then he seemed to accept that.
The women had harvested some wild berries, there was a lot of them. I asked him if he wanted me to make some wine. I often did that in the Fall, and I was fairly good at it.
“You know how?” He asked.
“Yes.”
“OK, go ahead.” He grinned at me, almost seemed to lick his lips. I found some pots, they would do. The berries were sweet enough.
He watched me with interest, said nothing.
Then one day the metal hinge on the heavy front door pulled out at the top. There was a big screw there, the wood had given way.
Pa was angry at that. He told us to go find a tree and peel it to make a new post to hold the door.
“Got a knife?” I asked.
He looked at me with some suspicion.
“What for?”
“I can fix that.” I said flatly.
He just turned and got a heavy knife from a drawer, handed it to me and stepped back.
I found a piece of wood and whittled a peg, then I used the butt of the knife to drive the peg in place where the screw had pulled out. I threaded the screw back in with the blade, it held and was solid.
Pa just looked at me.
“Yer pretty handy.” He said. Then he retrieved the knife and put it away.
I went over and sat down on a stool, started cutting up kindling. He ignored me now when I did that, I did it every single morning and evening now.
I was waiting, I wanted to be ignored.
It was that same night, very late when the door to my room opened.
“Tam’s dropping. Come on and help.” He just turned and headed towards the house.
I got up and followed.
Tam was on her back on a pile of blankets, Caroline attending. Her face was drawn, she was into heavy labor, soaked in sweat.
I could see one hand, that wasn’t normal, I knew. It’s head was turned back. I quickly washed, then grabbed some lard and spread it on my hands. I reached inside, working my fingers to gain access as she screamed in pain.
I felt the tiny body, twisted. I managed to turn it, then felt the body slip as she clamped down on my hands.
I pulled my hands back and the baby came with them in a huge gush. I was suddenly holding my tiny son in my hands. I quickly cleared his mouth, he gasped and let out a loud scream.
“I need a clean blanket.”
Caroline went and got one, I wrapped the child up and set it by Tam’s breasts, now full and engorged. Within a few minutes, he began to nurse. Barely at first, then with gusto.
I went out and sat down at the table. Pa had made some more of the precious coffee to celebrate.
“Well. We got us a family now.” He took a sip of the coffee.
“Yep, a real family.”
I looked at him, sipped my coffee.
Then I got up, tended the fire, sat back down.
His eyes followed me the entire time.
“Just be a few years, the young’un will be old enough to help.” He grinned at me.
After that things seemed to relax. I worked, Pa just accepted me. He even quit watching me so closely. I still stayed nights in the shed, the door locked though.
I carefully listened for the click, it always came.
More days went by, life became a ritual of work, eat, work some more. The older woman came to me sometimes, always very late or early before the Sun came up. There were opportunities, but I never knew exactly where Pa and his ever-present rifle was exactly.
I suspected he probably didn’t know, but I just wasn’t sure. I could see the door, unlocked, my legs and arms free as the woman jammed herself at me.
I fought the instinct to just leap up and run.
Earlier, the women had harvested some berries, so I started some wine and it was close to ready. Pa had seemed real pleased with that idea. I drew off some cups, handed him one. He sipped it and grinned, it was pretty good, just a little green yet.
He was on his third cup when I got up to go tend the fire. He didn’t look around, the rifle was leaned up against the wall.
I picked up the axe, chopped into a block of wood. I pulled it free as I glanced over at him, he was tipping the mug of wine back, drinking.
He never saw it coming, the blade of the axe hit him square in the back of the head.
Caroline was in with Tam and the baby, she heard the noise. She came out and looked down at him, then at me.
“Pa?” Was all she said.
“He won’t be shooting me now.” I said, my rifle back in my hands.
“Now go build a fire in the smokehouse.”
She looked at me, surprise on her face. Then I saw her accept.
Yep.
Got me a real family now.
The End
Thoughts of My Master…
My head is weighing heavily on my neck. I can barely keep my eyes open. Vivid dreams invaded my sleep – waking me a few times last night. I was never frightened, but concerned about the content. He was in my dreams again, taking advantage of me. No words were spoken, but the look in his eyes as he explored me continues to haunt my memory. Its roots are imbedded in my need to please; it is a must for happiness. If he is satisfied and appreciative, then I am more than fulfilled. I am not like this with anyone else….only him. My alter ego takes over when in his presence, and I have no control. I continue to be distracted as I move about, putting my house in order, listening to the irregular rain pelting my skylight.
………You spoil me with your voice, so soft, like velvet………….
I have been told that I appear cold and aloof to strangers. I am who and what I am, but I truly try not to project an image of one who is remote. My bearing is confident, when moving about – I do so with a strong determined stride. Airing my beliefs, defending causes, is done, without reserve. My sense of humor is quick and sometimes biting. But, my sensuality is conspicuous. Men watch as I walk by and some will comment – unwelcome remarks. I have a notable beauty that draws their attention, and a carnal confidence that I apparently radiate, serving as a beacon. However, the minute he is near, I am quiet and reserved, following his lead. The beacon ceases to shine. Men do not stare when he walks beside me, obviously no comments are forthcoming. I am in his possession and they know this.
……………….How do you like it?? What makes you moan baby???
Tears blur my eyes when we kiss, my desire is so unbearable. His spontaneous sweet sentiments take me by surprise each and every time. I cannot remember when I have been treated so well. It is a struggle to reign in the fantasies that shadow my day. His inspiration is taking hold of me. At any moment an image is raised; looking down at me – wrapping me in his arms – resting my head on his shoulder with my lips barely touching his neck. His cheek lies upon my head. His arms claim me as we collapse into a blending of bodies. I am lost in forever.
Coming up behind me, trapping my arms against my body – he pulls me firmly into him. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts, I never heard him enter. Soft warm kisses dance upon the back of my neck and send me shimmering rushes through me. A chill runs up my arms as desire heats my belly. Passionate pressure builds in my chest, warm breath tickles my shoulder. I am captivated with sweet words murmured into my ear. I will soon burst without release.
……….Please, Please, Please……………
Turning to reach for his face, taking it in my hands, I lean to touch my lips to his. Tracing the tip of my tongue along the tender inner line of his lips. I take my leisure to experience every sensation, drawing in his scent which is beguiling. Feeling his spirit within my grasp, against the length of my body. A soft bite of his lip, I brush my softly parted mouth along the curve of his haw, pausing just below his ear…..the most sensitive place – where the pulse beats steady.
He sends me to the bedroom where the dimness welcomes me. Glimmering candle – light casts a soft glow about the room – when he enters the flame sparkles in his eyes. I am instructed to lie on the bed. Soft sensual music completes the scene.
……………..Lie on your back and put your hands over your head……….
Binding my hands with a scarf, making sure it is tight so that I can barely move my wrists. Tracing fingertips down my arms to my shoulder, stopping too near my breasts. I ache to be touched, but he pauses to cast sweet torture over me. Circling my nipples they harden in response to the tender touch…..just the finger tip teases, trails, I can barely feel this touch and yet the fire it stirs is a heat that burns with the purest passion. It is hypnotizing. I realize he is pulling away, open my eyes and I watch him walk out of the room.
…………………Don’t move, not an inch. You know what will happen………….
Staring at the door, begging him to return, willing him to return – when he enters again with another scarf. A tingle of fear courses my belly – deep. Sensing my anxiety he takes his time, approaches the bed and seizes my ankles in his hands, wrapping the scarf around each in turn, and then tightening it. I lie very still, focusing on his shadow cast by the candle-light.
……………On the floor, on your knees, sweetheart………………
Sitting up, I slip my legs over the side of the bed and stand with weakness. I drop to my knees and as I kneel before him I kiss his inner thighs before his hand grasps my chin, lifting my face toward his.
……………Not until I tell you……………….
I stay still, watching and wanting. Standing before me, his desire is facing me….so close….I cannot touch. Running his fingers through my hair, whispering instruction……..to be still, to hold my place. Leaning closer to me, he touches the tip of his head to my lips. Still I cannot take him in, sneaking my tongue to taste. The drip that waits spreads across the tip of my tongue. Holding so still he allows me to taste just a little. His hands grab my hair, pulling my head back and caressing the tip of my head across my lips, but refusing my desire to taste all of him. The skin is so warm, firm, and yet soft. He twitches against my lips.
Stepping back, I feel him push against my bound hands. I hold him, stroking slowly. He caresses the back of my thighs, fingers gripping, moving up to the small of my back. Holding me hard to his body. Grabbing both breasts and kneading gently, watching my eyes, commanding me to keep mine on his own. Grabbing my waist, he turns me towards the bed and bends me over, my bound hands rest on the soft comforter.
His fingers explore the swells of my hips, between – a finger quickly drives into me and out again, then moves lower between my thighs. Soft petting, a finger searching and discovering the tender nub. Light – soft – quick – the strokes shimmer across the soft little mound. Lifting and turning me, I stand before him as he sits on the edge of the bed. He releases my hands and unbinds my ankles. I am in his embrace.
The weight of his head, as it rests against my stomach, sends quivers through me, idly massaging my neck. I kneel between his legs, favoring him with light kisses and nibbles, making my way down his face…….neck……chest…..tugging his t-shirt over his head. Lowering myself to trail to his nipples, responding at once to my kisses. My nails softly play across his back – to his waist. My hands reach for his legs, fingers spread and moving up his thighs. His fingers reach into my hair, cradling my head. Thumbs under my chin, lift my face towards his and our passionate kisses return. I seek him, wanting to take hold and please with slow steady strokes. Bending to my face in his hands, he looks into my eyes. What is it about you that creates this fire????
I never say “No”, I answer.
He closes his eyes…..opens his mind….to me and all the possibilities we possess. His firmness increases and I know he is close….I slow as he rises from the bed, grasping my arm he lays me across the downy soft comforter on my stomach. Grasping my wrists he again binds them, but behind my back this time. His hands take my ankles and spread them wide. The mattress dips as he kneels between my legs. Lowering himself over me, nipping my shoulders lightly, slipping into me, parting my warm, moist lips. Slowly pushing to his full length and pausing holding still – knowing I will try to rock to bring him to a burst of fire inside of me.
……….Stay still, I will make love to you……….you will take it……………
A purring moan rises in my throat, it takes all I have to not to move. After interminable ticks of time his violent energy erupts and he takes me hard. I cum so fast that I cannot believe it has happened……but it keeps going, never-ending rocking of electric passion. His release follows as hard and he falls onto me, pinning me to the bed. Laying so still, I can only feel his rasping breath down my neck, the beating of his heart against my back. My clenched fists pull against my restraints until the slow ebbing releases me into euphoric repose.
My wrists are unbound when he lifts off of me, falling along side of me, pulling me against his chest. Sleep claims us, so deep and peaceful. We are pure together, I have never wanted for more.
The End
I Don’t Have Nightmares Anymore
I woke up screaming from a nightmare. I reached for the lamp and clicked it on. The light was bright. I sat and swore for a while, until the anger faded.. I looked at the little red “1:30 AM” on the clock, threw the blankets aside, got up and got dressed. That was it. No more trying to force myself to sleep and ending up in the hell of my imagination and memories. I went out, and walked.
I lived in the city, and even at that hour there was a lot available to do. Should anyone desire to do any of it. All the sex screaming at me from all sides…which didn’t interest me. Shit, I thought to myself. You’re fucking hopeless. I found an open coffee shop and went in.
The waitress was sitting down in a back booth having a break, so I sat at the counter. The cook came out to wait on me, wiping his hands on a towel. . I just stared at him. Short jet-black hair, huge pin-you-to-the-wall brown eyes, face flushed pink from the heat of the kitchen, and a muscular body packed into a white T-shirt and faded jeans.
“May I help you?” He asked in a soft, intelligent voice.
I thought of a thousand things he could do to help me, none of which were likely to be on the menu. Finally, I managed to spit out, “Coffee..please.”
He nodded politely, set me up with a cup and saucer, then swung the pot to fill the cup.
I stared at the muscles in his arm. He had a very small rose tattoo on his forearm. I admired it a little too much, blushed, thanked him for the coffee and stared at his ass as he walked away.
My pussy began to twitch.
I watched him through the little window as he worked in the kitchen. Occasionally, he looked up and smiled at me. I tried not to sigh happily when he did that. I don’t think I succeeded. After who knows how long a time, another cook came bursting through the door.
“Thanks, Mike,” He gasped. “I really owe you.”
Mike vanished for a minute, then came out to the counter wearing a battered denim jacket. He stopped in front of me and smiled gently.
“There’s a film I want to see down the street. Would you like to come?”
I goggled at him, I know damn well I did, then nodded so happily my head nearly came off.
We walked out into the night together.
“Mike,” I smiled and said.. “I’m kind of shy,” I said stupidly.
He threw his head back and laughed, a sound that came up from deep inside him.
“Then I’ll protect you,” He managed to gasp I giggled.
Never in my entire fucking life have I giggled, but I picked that moment to start.
He stopped at a small art theater and bought two tickets. It was a beautifully filmed piece about the triumph of the love of two men.. as we watched it I laughed, I cried, I tried very hard not to cum in my pants watching it I have never seen a gay movie.. When it was over we went to my apartment..
While he walked around my apartment, I raided the kitchen, trying to throw together something halfway decent to snack on. I assembled some things on a platter, put them on the coffee table, and sat. He came and sat beside me, put his wine glass down carefully, turned to me with smoldering eyes and rapid, shallow breaths, took me in my arms and kissed me. Hungry. That’s the only word for his kiss. One arm tightened around me, his other hand gripped my face as his mouth worked on mine, his tongue thrusting in deep, then flicking at mine to urge it into his mouth. His strength was very, very evident, and for one moment a thrill of fear went through me. He could do anything he wanted to me, and I’d be powerless to stop him. His hand slid down to gently close around my throat and the thrill increased. I could hear myself making very unfamiliar sounds. Soft, helplessly aroused whimpers. His kiss became demanding and his hand slid down the front of my blouse. He began unbuttoning, his fingers moving carefully but rapidly. His mouth slid off mine and went to my throat, and his teeth gently nipped at me.
“What ’s your name?” He murmured.
My back arched, I couldn’t talk. His fingers found my right breast and nipple, and he pinched and pulled at it. I felt it tighten and grow erect, and trembled for his mouth. He leaned down, flicked it with his tongue, then sucked it so hard my toes curled. I lay back and let him work my nipples until they twitched. His mouth slid down, and he tongue-fucked my navel. He braced a forearm against my breast, and one over my thighs as he stabbed his tongue into my navel, hard, fast and deep. I recognized it for the symbolic act that it was, and lay submissively and moaned. He undressed me carefully, openly smiling his approval at my body.
I sat naked, spread out on the couch, with him fully clothed, kneeling between my knees, toying with me with just one gentle finger. He slide the tip up one side of my pussy and then down the other, gently circling my clit never entering me. I was so wet and he was spreading my juices around making movement easy and smooth.
“Do you know what a “safe word” is?” He asked quietly.
I blinked. The term was familiar, but not enough for me to place it and I couldn’t think.
He smiled gently. “It’s the word you say when I go too far. Get carried away. Give you more than you want or can handle. You have the needs, and I will fulfill them. That’s what this is about, fulfilled needs. All I want at this moment is to pleasure you the way you need it, in that silent place inside you. I will pleasure myself. But I will cause you no harm. Use this word when you want it to stop. Saying, “stop” will have no effect. The word “reality” will. Do you understand?”
I didn’t have a clue as to what was happening to me, but I nodded.
“Reality,” I repeated.
He nodded, and stood.
“Good, pet. Crawl on your hands and knees into the bedroom. Now!”
I got down on my hands and knees, feeling a little silly, until I saw the look on his face. He was burning with lust for me as he watched me. Something cracked open inside of me, and buried feelings fought their way to the surface. I crawled for him, my cunt twitching and dripping down my thighs. When I knew he was staring at my ass, I wiggled it for him, and he gasped sharply.
In the bedroom, he had me kneel, then sit back on my heels, knees spread, my hands behind my neck, my elbows out straight.
“This is the position of submission,” He said softly. “This demonstrates your complete submission to me. I do not like the words “master” and “slave.” You are my pet, and I will address you by name. You will be allowed to address me by my name.” He bent and stroked my cheek. “I will give you release, pet.”
He calmly undressed while staring at me, as I knelt before him. My cunt was swollen and begging. He folded the covers back neatly on the bed, then searched my room. He collected a few scarves stuck in the back of the closet, a couple of my belts, and some things I had stuck in a drawer: tube of lubricant, a vibrator, and a large dildo.
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I trembled as he neatly laid out his finds on the bed.
He vanished for a second, then came back with a bowl of water. He set it carefully down on the floor and looked at me.
“This is a symbol of your submission to me, given freely. When we are together like this, you will drink only from the bowl. Now Drink.”
I crawled forward on my hands and knees, lowered my face to the water, my hair dangling and getting wet… and lapped it up.
He crouched beside me and stroked my back as I slurped up the water. His touch was tender and loving. I trembled as I slurped up the water. I whimpered, and he murmured to me. “Hush, pet. I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you release.”
I have never been so scared yet so excited as I was at that moment.
He ordered me to crawl around the room and perform for him as he watched. I did so, breathless as he watched. I glanced up at him once, and his eyes were locked on me, his cock swollen and thrusting.
“Good pet,” He murmured.
He had me stop in the middle of the floor, lower my head and thrust up my ass. He knelt beside me, ran a hand over my ass, then spanked me. I flinched at first, as the repeated smacks of his hand were painful, tears ran from my eyes.. but I relaxed as the sensation changed. I felt the pain, but I also felt incredible arousal and an odd sense of relief. When he stopped, I sighed, and he rubbed his fingertips over my ass cheeks.
“So warm and rosy,” He whispered. “Lovely, like silk.”
He ordered me up onto the bed.
I scrambled up, staying on my hands and knees.
He tied my ankles together with one of the scarves. The bonds were tight. He lay me on my back, then tied each arm to a corner of the bed. I stared up at his composed face. He left the room, and came back with a bowl of ice, a white candle and matches. He took an ice cube and rubbed it over my right breast and nipple. I gasped, back arching and felt the nipple tighten to attention. He rubbed the ice in a figure 8, getting both nipples hard, sending melting ice water sliding all over me.
It was torture, but I loved it.
He was so calm about doing it. He slid ice over me until my entire chest and belly were cold and wet. Then he lit the white candle and held it over me, staring at the flame. I felt like part of some strange, pagan ritual.. He tilted the candle slightly, and I stared at the droplet of wax that formed at the side, hanging there briefly before it descended rapidly to hit my right nipple. I reacted with shock to the tiny, hot pain, then my entire being flushed with pleasure.
The candle was so beautiful as he dropped its precum on me. He was so composed, smiling slightly in complete enjoyment of what he was doing to me. He continued to let drops of wax fall all over my breast and belly. I flinched each time a drop landed, groaning, then stared up at the flame lusting for more. The last drop landed in my belly button and I shrieked and rose up off the bed, struggling against my bonds.
He calmed me by stroking my thigh, calling me his “good pet, his wonderful pet.”
I whimpered at him, and he shushed me gently.
“The first time, pet. Just the first time. There will be plenty of time for you to be trained to enjoy so many things. I will give you such incredible release, pet. I promise.”
He got the dildo, vibrator and the tube of jelly, then pushed my bound legs up. He worked the slick dildo into my ass. Twisting and turning incredible pleasure/pain, made a hundred times better by knowing his eyes were fastened on me.
“In and out,” He chanted quietly, and fucked my ass hard with the dildo. “In and out.”
He rammed it in hard, his fist slamming into my ass with each down stroke. I was thinking about using the word when he stopped and carefully lowered my legs, leaving the dildo inside of me.
My ass felt stretched open, and I swear I could feel every inch of the thing inside me. He took the vibrator, coated it, then turned it on. He used the vibrator on my nipples and then moving down, gently touching my clit and occasionally sticking it down between my legs to hold it against the end of the dildo.
I lay, spasming helplessly, until I couldn’t take any more, and began to cum. He never fucked me with it.. When my head cleared, I looked at him. He sat quietly, smiling at me, his chest covered with his own cum. His cock had erupted just from causing and viewing my orgasm.
I don’t have nightmares anymore. Sometimes I still wake up in the middle of the night, but its because he’s rubbing his hardon against me in his sleep.
The End
The Chair
My eyes open to the sunlight streaming across my pillow. I smile when I feel the warmth of your arms around me and your deep, even breathing. I smile even wider when I think of the slow, achingly sweet love making of the previous night. I can tell from your deep, even breathing that you are still in dreamland and will be for a while.
I carefully slide out from under your arm, shivering as the chill hits my bare skin where your arm had previously been. I slide into my slippers and robe and shuffle off to the kitchen. Careful to be quiet and not disturb you, I go about finding and making coffee and some breakfast.
I manage to finish breakfast without waking you. I carefully arrange everything on a tray and carry it back to the bed. As I put the tray down on the nightstand, you groan and turn in your sleep.
I stand there, watching you as you sleep. The effect you have on me takes my breath away even when you are still and peaceful. It’s all I can do not to reach out and touch you.
I climb onto the bed and crawl over to you, leaning into you. I softly kiss your cheek….you smile. My tongue gently traces the contours of your lips…you groan. I kiss your lips and whisper “Good morning, my Angel.” Your eyes open and the smile returns to your face.
“Good morning, Sweetheart.”
You stretch…and I stare…not bashfully…at your incredibly sexy body. My eyes resting on your already hard cock (there is something to be said for that “morning hard-on”). I hear you chuckle, “Didn’t you get enough of that last night?”
I lean in close, my lips against your ear and breath, “I haven’t even begun.”
I hear your sharp intake of breath and know my words hit home. I spring back and grab the tray with breakfast. I sit, quite innocently, cross-legged across from you and start handing you a plate and utensils.
We eat a pleasant breakfast, chatting about anything and everything.
As I start cleaning the dishes, you disappear into the bathroom. I quickly finish what I’m doing in the kitchen and start to set up the room for my surprise.
You come out of the bathroom a little while later and see a chair sitting in the middle of bedroom, handcuffs hanging off of each arm of the chair. Your one eyebrow rises as you look at me with a question in your eyes. I’m lying on the bed, naked, waiting patiently for you.
I nod toward the chair and ask you to please sit down…and trust me.
You do as I ask without question, an idea of what’s coming already getting your cock hard again.
I kneel next to the chair and bring your right hand to my lips. I take one finger deep into my mouth, my tongue swirling around your fingertip. You are so intent on what my mouth is doing, you don’t even notice that I have fastened the one handcuff around your right wrist already.nor do you care. I repeat the same motions with your left hand, my tongue moving to the sensitive palm of your hand. I see goose bumps moving up your arm when my tongue moves on your skin.
Once I have you secured to the chair, I stand up in front of you…and very satisfied grin on my face. “I’ve wanted you in this position for a LONG time! Completely at my mercy.” You give me a wary look.
I lean on the arms of the chair, and start my assault on your senses. My tongue travels over every inch of you. I finally rest on my knees between your parted legs, your hard cock inches from my lips.
I take the first taste slowly. My tongue moves over your hot skin, leaving a glistening trail of wetness. I slide my lips over the throbbing head and hear your gasp as the heat of my mouth hits you. I slowly slide down the full length of you, stopping only when my lips are buried deep in your pubic hair. I stay there, holding you deep, letting you feel the heat surrounding you.
I hear the chains of the handcuffs rattle and see your hands clenched in fists as I slide slowly up, wrapping my tongue around you as I go.
Your hands might be tied, but your hips are not. You thrust your hips upward, pushing your cock down my throat. I groan…loving it when you fuck my mouth hard, feeling the power of you taking over.
But, after a few moments, I feel your body tensing as you are ready to cum, but I’m not ready for you to enjoy that yet. Without your hands to hold me there, I easily stand up, giggling at your obvious disappointment.
I straddle the chair easily and hold myself high enough that just the tip of your throbbing cock is touching my dripping pussy. You can feel the heat on your cock.
I look into your eyes and the look you give me makes me catch my breath, so intense, so full of need. I lower myself and the tip of your cock easily slides inside me. The feeling of having you inside me again makes my legs week, causing me to lower further until you are completely inside me, throbbing. I wrap my arms around you and hold you, the two of us still, savoring the feel of each other again.
I start to move, slowly at first, riding you on the chair, my hands on your chest, my nails digging into your skin. Your hands have a vice grip on the arms of the chair as I slowly slide up and down on you. I ride you slow and steady, making sure not to make you cum, but having a hard time controlling my own reactions to the feel of you inside me.
Just when you think you can’t take anymore, I turn my back to you and start riding you backwards. I lean back against your chest, my head on your shoulder as you thrust into me. A new wave of sensation hits both of us with this new position. You can feel my breath coming fast against your ear as you struggle to control the explosion that is building. I reach up behind us and wrap my arms around you, thrusting my breasts up and into your line of vision. I see you lick you lips, knowing you are wishing your tongue was long enough to reach my hard nipples.
“Sweetheart…” I can hear the warning in your voice, knowing that I have no intention of stopping now. I can feel your muscles tense against me and then feel the warm spurts of fluid flowing into me as you bury your head in my neck, your groans muffled in my hair.
We don’t move right away, both of us just enjoying the sensations. Finally you sigh and say, “NOW can you uncuff me so I can have some payback?”
I just smile and get up. I kneel down between your legs again and start to clean you with my mouth, gently and carefully….just enough to have you hissing through your teeth at me.
I go to the kitchen and get you a cup of coffee. I uncuff one hand so you can hold the coffee mug, but have to do a side step when you hand instantly tries to grab me. I hand you the coffee cup from a distance, smiling. Frustrated, you grab the coffee and take a few sips.
I take the coffee mug back and re-cuff your hand. I put the coffee mug down and sit on the edge of the bed facing you. I spread my legs for your view. My shaved pussy is still red and glistening from earlier. I lay back and pull up my knees so you have a clear view of what I’m about to do.
I reach down between my legs and start to slowly caress myself. You can see my fingers slide between my bare lips. You can see the wetness dripping down between my ass cheeks. I spread my lips to make sure you see everything as I gently rub my clit.
I hear you groan.
You watch as my finger disappears inside me, pauses, then slides back out. I reach behind me and pull out a dildo (from where you have no clue). It’s only 6"…no comparison to you…but it’s big enough to drive you crazy watching me fuck myself with it. I’m working the dildo with one hand while the fingers of the other are rubbing my clit.
I glance at you and your cock is standing straight up again…begging for attention. I immediately stop and stand up. After all, that was the only reason I was doing that….to drive you crazy.
I reach for a nearby glass and grab a moon-shaped piece of ice. I walked toward you rubbing the tip of the ice cube on my nipple. I hear you moan as my nipple instantly shrivels and hardens. You watch the drops of water fall from my nipple as the heat of my skin melts it.
I bring the ice to my mouth and slowly suck it in. Holding it in my mouth until I am on my knees in front of you. Without removing the ice, I slide my mouth over you. The cold hits you first, then the heat of my mouth. Then the cold again as the ice rubs against you in my mouth, and back to the heat when I move my tongue.
Without stopping my mouth, I reach up and un-cuff you. Your hands are instantly in my hair, pushing me down hard on you. My nails are digging into your thighs as I feel the wetness dripping from my pussy down my leg.
You suddenly let go and pull my head up. “Not yet, Sweetheart”
You stand, pulling me up with you. Your mouth is on mine, your tongue ravishing my mouth. I don’t realize that you are actually walking us backward until I feel the edge of the bed against the back of my knees.
You grab my shoulders and turn me around, forcing me to bend over until my elbows are resting on the bed. I feel the tip of your cock slide between my ass cheeks, and then feel the pressure against my anus. You reach up and grab the hair on the back of my head, pulling my head backward as you slide your cock into my ass. You pull me back further as you slam into me, fucking me hard. Your other hand reaches around to bury your fingers in my pussy.
A few thrusts and we are both cumming hard. You collapse over top of me, your hot breath on my back. My knees quivering from the force of the orgasm and I’m struggling not to collapse myself.
We both clean up and climb back into bed. Both spent and tired. Good thing it’s a Saturday! We can rest and start all over again…this time with me handcuffed to the chair….
The End