Remaining calm, I replied, “I did not mean to question your morals, mon,” attempting to placate his temper. “I know you weren’t expecting to find me here, and half naked at that.” I had not meant to cast aspersions on his honour and was sorry to have caused a rift between us.
“Up until about five minutes ago, I though you were a lad,” he admitted, placated. “You’re not a lad.” He provided that bit of wisdom as his roaming gaze swept me from head to toes, obviously admiring my form through the layers of my plaid and shift.
Feeling my blood heat again, I attempted to converse with him on an even level. “No, not really,” I said, as if it were not obvious from my near naked state. “As you’ve already pointed out, I play a very dangerous game. At the onset of this adventure I decided I would much rather play the camp aide rather than the camp follower.” The thought of becoming a whore, even to obtain vital information, made my blood run cold.
“…And if you’re caught? You might soon find yourself playing the whore despite your best intentions,” he pointed out, mirroring my thoughts.
“At this juncture, the point is moot since I won’t be going back,” I informed him, moving closer, drawn like a moth to a flame. “Tomorrow, ah tomorrow,” I could not help but sigh as I thought about the upcoming battle. “I don’t feel as though I will fare well.” Despite my attempts, I could not keep the sadness from my voice. I could see an answering sadness in his eyes, as he too contemplated the upcoming fray. He did not appear to be any more optimistic about his ability to survive than I.
“I don’t expect that I would have fared well had I been caught, however,” I continued, shrugging as I answered the intent behind his question. “I suppose that rape would have been the least of my worries, hanging being the usual punishment for traitors.” In actuality I thought that I might prefer to be hanged than raped. A woman can suffer only one death but rape could continue on until the damage was too severe to survive.
He did not appear to be happy with the thought of my death however. A myriad of thoughts passed over his face when he suddenly asked, “How old are you, anyway?”
“Old enough to know better than to stand here talking to a mon in nothing more than a wet shift and ragged plaid,” I answered me with a knowing smile. I knew that if I were caught my reputation would be in tatters. His eyes traveled down the length of my body again, coming to rest on my chest. Looking down as well, I noticed that at some point, my plaid had slipped, exposing my breast encased in that nearly transparent shift. With a shaking hand, he reached to grasp my plaid and settle it over my shoulder again, hiding my breast from his view. Looking up, I could see the raw lust in his eyes, sending the heat in my body up another few degrees.
“Milady, you really should go back to the safety of your kin. While I have enjoyed this interlude I find myself quickly losing control of my baser desires.” His voice had taken on a desperate edge that I was finding quite intoxicating.
“I can see that,” I replied, my gaze resting on the tails of his shirt where once again his erection had escaped the confines of his clothing. If possible, I grew even more aroused. I could swear, also, that I saw his control slip another notch and it appeared as though his hardened shaft became even harder under my regard.
“Milady, please,” he gasped hoarsely as he followed the direction of my gaze. “If you knew my thoughts you would find me no gentleman.”
“Tonight, I find myself no lady,” I replied, not caring in the least. I would not squander the time left to me with maidenly reservations.
“Dear God! You test me lady. I am hanging onto my control with my fingernails!” The desperation was becoming even more apparent in his impassioned speech.
“I know you have no knowledge of me, but I have watched you while I am in camp. I know you to be a good mon, Ian MacGregor,” I told him, running my fingers down his chest. The time for games had ended. I wanted this man and it was obvious that he wanted me as well. He attempted to put more space between us but I would not allow it.
“I would forget this war for a time tonight,” I told him quietly. For a time, I just wanted to be Kincaid, a woman. I wanted to forget my cares and give in to the desire coursing through my veins.
“…But your reputation…,” he said, as a last ditch effort to protect the virtue that I no longer cared about.
Angry at both the circumstances and the constraints placed on Ladies, I exclaimed, “Be damned my reputation! I don’t expect to live out the rest of tomorrow. For a time I would have peace.” Unable to look him straight in the eye for fear of finding rejection, I peered at him sideways, my head down, begging with my eyes for him to please understand.
His restraint broken, he gasped, “Mother of God,” crushing me against his chest. His mouth took mine in a brutal kiss that made my stomach drop. I had been kissed before, but never with such unrestrained passion. Moaning deep in my throat, I pressed myself more tightly against him, unable to get close enough. The kiss seemed to last an eternity but eventually I came to my senses as he gentled his kiss, rubbing his hands down my arms. Against my will he gently pulled away. Reluctant to let him go I attempted to regain contact with him but he gently resisted.
“We can’t do this here,” he explained. “Anyone might come along.” I could not fault him for his observation, although I was so excited that I was almost panting. Despite my reluctance to lose contact with him, however, I did not wish to be interrupted and quickly stopped resisting.
At some point I must have lost the plaid off of my shoulders because he bent down and picked it up, wrapping it around my shoulders. Before I knew what he was about, he picked me up as well, heading away from camp. I snuggled into his chest, held by his strong arms. His strong, clean masculine scent was driving me to distraction.
Ian soon found an abandoned croft and entered. Removing the plaid from around my shoulders, he quickly spread it on the lone bed he found within. Laying me gently on my plaid, he quickly followed me down, lying beside me. As soon as we were settled, he began kissing me in that heady way again. I nearly went up in flames. He put slight pressure on my jaw until, confused, I open my mouth. Immediately his tongue was in my mouth, stroking my tongue. Unsure exactly what to do, I went with my instincts and began to match each thrust of his tongue with one of my own. Judging from his groan and the increased pace of his kisses, he approved of my actions. I could feel the velvet steel of his engorged shaft against my thigh. Need coursed through my body, eliciting unfamiliar responses. I couldn’t get close enough too him, attempting to crawl within his very skin.
He again pulled away from me and I protested until he began to kiss a trail down my neck. His warm callused hands cupped my swollen breasts and then began to caress them. Panting by this time, I thought I would explode. Kissing and biting me gently, he continued his path down to my aching breasts. Untried as I was, I wasn’t sure what exactly I wanted but I felt a restless ache in the very center of me that I thought would cause me to lose my mind if it went unresolved. When he began to lick and suck my nipples through my shift I couldn’t seem to get enough. My nipples were so hard from his ministrations that they felt like stones.
Rearing back suddenly, he grasped my shift at the neck and ripped it down the middle, baring my entire body to his hungry eyes. Breathing hoarsely, he continued to stroke, caress, lick and bite every inch of my breasts. Soon after, he ripped his own shirt from his body and I felt his hot lithe form against my own with no barrier. The sensation was beyond compare to any I had experienced before. Moaning, I was nearly screaming with my passion.
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I thought I could go no higher until he began to lick his way down my belly. Settling himself between my thighs, he opened my legs to his questing fingers. I nearly bucked him off the bed when he found the center of me and inserted his fingers inside. The sensations were unbelievable.
I thought I could stand no more but I was wrong. Spreading my thighs further, he began to lick his way towards my swollen cleft. When he began to lick there I thought I would swoon. I did not believe it was possible, but the sensations were even more intense. Nearly insensible I writhed and moaned in ecstasy reaching for some unknown pinnacle.
“Come for me, my love, come,” he whispered in my ear. “I will be right here with you.”
Shuttering and nearly crying, I felt the most sensational spasms begin within my very core, carrying me over some unknown precipice as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body.
Eventually the waves diminished and I curled around him, unable to move further after such a shattering experience. I was not completely ignorant and had been schooled on what happened between a woman and a man, but never in my wildest dreams had I imagined this. I never knew there would be such pleasure and that a man might use his mouth in such a way. It was more unbelievable that, even after I had been pleasured so thoroughly, I would want him again so soon.
I began to kiss him again, reveling in the sensations, knowing where they would lead. Also, I knew that he had not achieved that great pleasure I had received. I only hoped that I could make him feel the same as I had.
“Would you feel the same way if I did all those things to you,” I asked breathlessly as my arousal again increased. Distracted as I licked and kissed his throat, Ian could only nod, groaning as I worked my way down his chest to suckle his nipples. Wondering how far he would let me continue, I began to lick and bite my way down to his abdomen. I could feel those taut muscles ripple beneath my questing tongue. Throwing all caution to the wind, I took his tumescent rod into my mouth and began to lick and suck him.
Not long after he pulled me away from him, his passion filled voice informing me, “Not yet, my love. Not yet. Somehow, I will give you your pleasure at least once more before I allow my own.”
Attempting to protest that this was unfair to him, all thought fled my mind and he rolled me beneath him, stroking my sensitive flesh with his fingers. I was soon a panting, boneless mass in his arms. Suddenly, my second orgasm came on, blinding me with its intensity. As I arched up in my release I could feel his fingers sink even deeper in to me.
Before the last spasms subsided I heard him moan, “Oh God, sweetheart, I cannot wait any longer.” Gently placing himself between my thighs, he entered me slowly. I knew what was to happen next and was prepared for the pain. I had nothing to compare him to, but as big as he was, I figured that the pain would be rather intense. Rearing back, he rendered my maidenhead in one swift thrust and then froze, buried to the hilt in my virginal sheath.
“I’m sorry,” he told me quietly. “The pain will stop soon.”
“I’m fine. I’ve experienced worse pain,” I replied softly. “Don’t stop now.” I had felt the membrane tear painfully, but I was not prepared to have him stop. Having allowed me to reach my release twice before seeking pleasure for himself, I could do nothing less for him.
Slowly he began to thrust into me and the pain started to ease, leaving in its wake that burning ache. Moaning, I began to match his measured strokes, wordlessly encouraging him to increase his pace. His strokes became faster and harder until I had nearly reached that pinnacle again.
“Come with me now, love, come to me,” he begged me, groaning. Arching against him in my own release, I could feel him pouring his hot seed into me, driving my pleasure even further.
Several times throughout the rest of the night we came together, sleeping between bouts of passion. I could not get enough of the feelings of security I experienced in his arms as we lie together. As sore as I was, I could not resist the intense desire I experienced every time I woke to find him next to me. Every time we coupled he brought me back to that crest to which I gladly surrendered each time.
Between bouts of pleasure and security, the night passed swiftly. As daylight began to show on the eastern horizon, I knew that I had to leave him, despite my dearest wish to remain secure in his arms for the rest of my life. Rising, I gazed upon the proof of my innocence staining my plaid impartially. Coward that I was, I could not bear to wake him and see the sadness in his eyes as we faced our uncertain futures. I would rather remember those amazing eyes clouded with passion. With this in mind, I left my plaid under his slumbering form. My shift was useless after last night and I left that as well.
Naked, I slipped from the croft and ran down to the loch. My clothing from last night remained beside the loch. Distastefully, I picked up those soiled clothes and attempted to wash them in the loch. Better that I would wear them wet than in the condition I had left them last night. I certainly could not have walked into camp naked. That was a risk that I was not prepared to take.
Dressing quickly and gathering up my soap and brush, I slipped quietly into the camp. Finally within my own tent I shed my soaked clothing and exchanged it for dry breeches and shirt. My masculine clothing would serve me far better in the battle today.
Waiting for the call to arms, I again remembered all that had happened last night. While I had not intended for it to happen I could hardly regret my actions, despite the ramifications, if I were not killed later today. After coupling so many times last night, it could be possible that I had caught pregnant. That would be something I would focus on if the time came. For now, it will be his face that I see before me as I go in to battle, as I live or die upon my Scottish lands. May God have mercy on my soul. I will never forget him for the rest of my life, short as that may be.
“I love you,” I whispered into the still morning. My only answer was the rustling of the wind in the trees.
The End
Crackers
Janice quietly reviewed the charts and looked over the telemetric readings on the monitor confirming the patient in 3B was stable and resting comfortably. Before stepping into his room she glanced up and down the long, shiny white corridors, but at that time of night the halls were empty. Pressing her hand to the push handle she opened the door and slipped inside. Moving over to the patient’s bed she carefully looked him over recalling the conversation she had with her friend, Sandra, at dinner.
“Girl, what are you thinking about?” Janice had asked Sandra.
“What?”
“Well you are just sitting there holding that package of crackers and staring out into space. By the look on your face I know you are thinking something.”
“Oh, it’s just these crackers got me to thinking,” Sandra replied.
“About what?”
“You ever had a white man?”
“What you mean – had?”
“I mean you ever,” Sandra glanced to her right and then to her left, leaned forward and whispered, “fucked a white man?”
“Sandra, now you know I’ve only been with two men my entire life. Why, have you?”
Sandra suddenly grinned and nodded, whispering, “Yeah, I couldn’t help myself and now whenever I look at a saltine I get all tingly.”
“Why, was it that good?”
Smiling broadly, Sandra nodded.
“What did he do, was he good with his hands or mouth?” Janice asked.
“No, no, it was just that, well, he was big… no he was enormous.”
“Bigger than…”
“Bigger than any brother I had ever met.”
“Where did you meet him?”
“He’s a patient.”
“A patient, oh girl you know you’re not supposed…”
“Shhh, he ain’t gonna tell and if you keep it down no one will know.”
“Well, how did you get to do it?” Janice whispered.
“I didn’t think a whole lot about it, until I was working on B wing. The guy in 3B, a patient in a coma, needed a sponge bath and well, I pulled off the blanket saw it. It was flaccid at the time and nothing all that surprising, but when the other nurse I was working with got paged and had to leave I was left alone with him and…”
“You didn’t do him then did you?”
“No, no, but as I washed his chest, especially around his nipples, I noticed it begin to twitch and grow some. Well, I was fascinated, and continued toying with his nipples and well it started getting hard. I figured it needed washing too, so I took hold of it and began washing it up and down, up and down.
“Well girl, it kept growing and growing to something larger than I had ever seen, larger than I ever imagined. It was all I could do to let that thing alone and get him rinsed off and covered up before the other nurse got back. I actually had to tape that bad boy down so it wasn’t poking straight up.”
“You left him taped down?”
“Later that night I came back and took off the tape. He had softened up by then, but I leaned over and ran my tongue over his nipple and he began to grow again.”
“What did you do then?”
“Well, I slipped out of my panties, climbed up on the bed and took full advantage of that cracker cock of his. Oh my, he was big!”
Sandra’s beeper went off and she had to leave so Janice didn’t get all the sexy details, but she knew what she had to do. Now, standing next to the bed, she reached out, and pulled the blanket back off the patient. She then pulled his robe aside and looked him over.
In the dim light from the readouts in the room, she saw his pale chest with dark nipples covered with just a bit of hair. Her eyes quickly descended over his slightly paunched stomach down to his flaccid white cock. Noticing his was circumcised, she looked closely at the head of his cock and then let her eyes flow down the shaft following the dark blue vein.
Feeling a dampness forming between her legs, she reached out and lightly ran her fingertip over his right nipple, noticing his cock almost immediately twitch. Emboldened by the tingling she felt between her legs, she ran both hands over his chest, toying with both nipples as she watched his cock. It slowly rose out of its coma, growing and growing and growing to its massive, fully erect state.
Janice moved her hands down to the huge member and wrapped them around it. She slowly stroked him, letting her fingers and palms feel the soft skin that seemed to shine beneath her dark skin. Slipping off her shoes, she removed her hands from him and pulled off her panties.
Carefully climbing up on the bed, she straddled him and then watched closely as she lowered herself onto him. Her pussy was so wet by then that her gentle folds parted, spreading wide as she slid easily over him. He was big and she felt the walls of her cunt expanded like never before. She felt a bit of pain at being stretched so, but the immense fulfillment she felt inside her made the pain easily endurable.
As she began moving up and down on the man, she watched the dark lips of her pussy cling to the pale skin of his hugeness, leaving sparkling trails of her juices. Wanting to savor the sensation she moved slowly, extending the pleasure, but soon she felt an urgent need to move faster and then faster still as waves of delight splashed over her and she came.
The contractions of her pussy over him made her tremble all over and in just seconds she realized she was coming again. Damn, she’d never had a multiple orgasm with any man before and the way it felt now, she wasn’t about to settle for two. Letting her body settle down over his cock, she paused, feeling him fill her entirely as she caught her breath. Then working on her third orgasm, she began to move.
This time she noticed the patient moving more and when he suddenly grabbed her thighs with his hands and lifted his hips up off the bed she realized he was coming, spurting his cum deep inside her. All she could do was take him as her pussy exploded into another orgasm and she collapsed onto him, her head resting on his chest.
As she gasped for breath she thought she heard a deep, quivering voice, “So good, sooo good.” The man’s grip on her thighs then slacked and she felt his body relax beneath her.
Immediately sitting up, she looked down at the man and saw he was still in a coma. Carefully climbing off of him, she grabbed a towel and cleaned up his cock and balls which were covered in a mixture of her juices and his cum. Janice then replaced his gown, pulled the blanket back over him and then pulled her panties back on. Looking him over as she slipped on her shoes she satisfied herself that he looked the same as when she came in.
She tiptoed back to the door, peeked out in the hallway. No one was around. Just to make sure she glanced back and the man and then stepped out into the corridor. As she walked back to the nurses’ station she tried to remember if he had that big smile on his face when she first went into the room. Shrugging her shoulders, she glanced at her watch and noticed it was nearing her break time. Hungry, she wondered what kind of soup they would have and pictured a steaming bowl surrounded by crackers.
The End
A Little Understanding
You tell me how it frightens you and that I don’t understand. Oh, but I do. I don’t want to hurt you, but when you are tied to the bed and you have that panicked look in your eyes, when they are big and round and have the anguished look of - what? Fear? Apprehension? A hint of pleading as though you really want to say “please don’t hurt me.” I do understand.
It’s not as though you truly fear me. You know I won’t hurt you, I’ve shown you that over and over. Yet with every contact, there is an anxiety you show and feel. I do nothing to dispel that, moreover, and truly, I know that I feed it. It’s not as much an intent as an instinct. You see, I do understand.
When you are tied and your eyes are huge and anxious and pleading and needing too, I feel such excitement against all that I know that my erection becomes nearly painful for me. Hearing your voice over the phone as you tell me you are fearful or don’t really want to do this makes me ferociously hard. It’s all I can do to keep from masturbating immediately. You drive a hunger within me with your desperation. The wanting and wishing you didn’t is like the writhing you do within the binds. The wanting and claustrophobia squirming together within you.
You wish you didn’t have this need. What grown, professional woman wants to be whipped, tortured, teased to insanity? Who really wants all their worst fears brought to them as a means to keep them from orgasm and bringing them to orgasm at the same time? To keep them from the very delight they need and are willing to beg for? And not just any orgasm. That one. The one that takes you completely. Drives you to this, drives you back for more. A climax heightened by your own fears, your own anxiety until you find yourself outside any measure and thought of control.
The first time a hoarse and gentle “please” was ripped from your lips and torn out to the open air, you were so surprised you gasped and tried to take it back into your mouth. Instead, you took my rock hard member and nearly choked with the force and intensity. You couldn’t believe how it had grown even more with the pleading tone pulled from you. When I finally fucked you that time, after more begging, we both collapsed from the totality.
No, I understand. You don’t want this. You wish you could forget the aching, empty, shaking deep within you that feels like the descriptions of insulin overdose. Nearly sort of a terror at the thought that not only will you be utterly incapacitated but that you will beg for the very things that you would never, ever tell anyone you want. “Whip me until my skin is hot burning and too sensitive to touch.” “Fuck me until it hurts for me to move.” “Make me want more and beg for it.” “Keep me from the climax I need so badly until I can’t be touched anywhere without screaming. Until I’m so in need and delicate that when I do cum, it takes me so thoroughly throughout my body, makes me shake and spasm so completely out of control that I will never be the same. That I hurt from the pain and absolute pleasure of it.”
I understand. You are just beginning to. That your need is mine own. The force that makes you suffer so and want it so and literally ache so is the same desire that makes my cock throb inside you with a pulsing that echoes beyond your heart.
When I gaze down your back, along the swell of your buttocks and see the effects of my ministrations, the excitement takes me as surely as you are lost. My cock, hard with the first touch, now jolts and jumps mercilessly. It’s a need for me as well. The whip that makes your ass circle and pooch out for more snaps through my member. Each flick answered by an electric tic from my balls to the head. Often this is so intense it makes me moan and groan. The sight of the redness evokes the memory of the feel of the heat. The sight of your wriggling for more gives me shivers of knowing the feel of that pushing against me, taking my cock ever deeper within. Each snap of the whip gives me the jilt of burying myself in your dripping, grasping pussy.
Do you really think I don’t understand? How your need is beyond you? How when I’m bringing down the leather onto your succulent flesh you are feeling my desire so intently that you would do anything to have more? Oh, I understand. It’s my need as well. When I see the drip of delicious desire wrenched from you and pooling between your knees I have a want that goes beyond me. When it drips more, despite your wishes, with each stroke of leather, I ache to feel it washing over my length and hardness. A need to plunge within, driving to the very heart of it.
So why the ties? Why the bound hands and feet? Wouldn’t you lie for all this without forcing you? Yes, you would and no you wouldn’t. You would stop before you went too far. That’s been the problem all along. As far as you can control, you will. That’s what makes you good in business, good at your job, good at managing people. That you will control it as far as you can. The first time your hands were taken from you, that panic came into your eyes and you had no idea how much harder and needier that made me. I saw it then, your submissive side. How did you miss it all those years?
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Panic but not quite terror, anxiety but not quite fear. Need and hope and desire and want mixed with apprehension. All these things I saw in your eyes that first time. And my cock jumped at it. It was not just the loss of control, it was the disappointment of all the other times when someone did something close to what you want but had no idea what they had done or were doing or wanted to do. The times you were near the edge you hoped to cross, brought to a point where you could look over and see what you wanted, yet left there gasping and hopeless.
Or worse, taken there with the wrong intent. There are so many that confuse abuse and violence with sex and pleasure. Such a fine line and yet so fully different. There was a fear there, but not the fear of the victim. The fear of the hopeful hopeless. The bindings on your hands quickly became your communication to me. Your moans as I tugged at them to move you forward became whimpers as your ass was exposed. That I rammed my dick into you as hard as possible became but a tease as I took it away just as fast and hard.
Licking your clit to take you to the edge of orgasm became but a distraction to the desire mounting in your breast. Taking it away suddenly told you exactly what to expect. And when your ass started those pushing circles that told me you needed it hot and red, my hand gave you what you dreamed of. Again and again it raised and again and again it slapped and stung your fears away.
I began asking you, then “is this what you want?. You want your ass red and hot before I fuck it hard? You want me to pound it and grab it after making it glow?”
You barely managed a weak “yes”. Another tug at the bindings on your wrists to bring you across the bed and into a better position for me to reach any of you I wished. Your moans told me how you felt about the ties. Next time you would certainly be bound feet and hands. The next time you were. The roundness coming into your eyes as your hands were secured and growing as your feet were.
I understand, my dear, do you? Do you know how hard I spent the following days knowing I would see that look? How I couldn’t have my pants crotch too tight or I would burst out into an erection that would only get worse? The times I spent picturing you writhing and squirming against your chains, wanting and struggling? How your voice with the underlying anxiety in it as you tell me over the phone an excuse why continuing wouldn’t be a good idea only made me harder?
Once out of control, you’ve been simply unable to be otherwise. The delight I felt hearing you squirm and struggle to get out before you were even in was exquisite. The memory haunts me still. It is my continuing thrill to relive it. Oh, and then comes the memory of the first time you were held beyond your ability to think. Another time near orgasm and another crashing disappointment, another and another beyond what you believed you could handle rationally, but unable to do otherwise. What a delight for me! Each scream mingled with frustration and fear and want and need and almost rage, jolted me right through my spine and rock hard electrified organ.
The shivering and shaking and moaning as you tried to make me want you more than I already did, and possibly could, drove me beyond my own senses. When you came that time, the intensity, the completeness and the full loss of function is etched within my mind. I love the way you cum so hard it hurts you. How, for you, the need for more keeps just ahead of your dismay at your own depravity. I understand, do you?
I understand how you’ll never feel as completely taken without being bound. How you’ll never feel as needful without being teased, tempted, deprived. I understand how you’ve never thought of yourself as one of those “deviants” for whom sex becomes a game or a vice or a bizarre stage. I understand how you wish you could do otherwise but your body’s need forces you to return my call or even to call me. How could you think I don’t understand? Don’t I give you what you want?
Do you want more? You only have to ask. Or beg. Or whatever I need you to do.
The End
So Wrong, So Right!
The young girl comes into the strange city for the first time. She emails him. He isn’t sure if he can make it to the hotel she has paid for for the weekend, but he’s going to do his damndest to be there for her.
She’s taken the weekend and drove far from home to be with him. She knows that they won’t have to say a thing to each other. When he sees her outside the hotel room door for the first time, he’s a little nervous.
He has only seen her in pictures and wants to give her what she needs and what he has dreamed of giving her for months now. He’s nervous because she is 33 to his 60+ and he hopes he is everything she needs, wants, and hopes for.
She opens the door to him, knowing exactly who he is and what he is there for. She takes his hand and leads him inside, her whole body humming because he is much more than she ever expected him to be.
No words are spoken as he backs her up against the hotel room door and locks it with his free hand. His other is occupied at her breast now. Tearing the fabric of the sheer lace robe she has chosen to wear.
She moans in response and calls his name softly, her nickname for him.
“Oh Papa.” She breathes.
This sends him over the edge of the line he’s been walking for months now. He has to fuck her. He has to fuck her now!
With her hand in his waistband and his hands in her panties, they breathe each others name. He needs to feel her as much as she needs to feel him. His cock and all that it stands for is her life force now.
“Please?” He begs as she drops to her knees. She knows what he wants. She’s been aching for it for weeks now.
She wants to take him in her mouth. So much so that her cunt is tingling and watering from the thought.
She slides the head of his large mushroom cap into her mouth and whimpers. His cock is so experienced, so good, so hard!
She doesn’t care that he is ages older. She has always wanted this. She’s fallen asleep to this image so many nights!!
She sucks in the head and swirls her tongue around it, humming as she does so, hoping that he can feel the sweet vibration of her mouth, praying that this is just how he dreamed it would be with her.
“Oh god!” He whimpers, knowing that nothing he could ever do after this would ever compare to the feeling he’s experiencing now. He may have years on him but he knows what makes a lady feel good.
“Get up on the bed.” He offers not really a command, but not a request either.
She, of course, obliges and lays on the bed, her soft belly jiggling, her thighs quivering, her body awaiting the assault she’s fantasized about for ages now.
“Fuck me!” She whimpers and that is his undoing. That is all he needs.
Papa rears up and sinks down into her. She gasps in pleasure and buries her head in his shoulder. She needs to feel his strength and his love.
“I need it, Papabear. Harder!” She moans against his skin.
He isn’t going to give her any less than everything he has. So, he sinks his cock deep into her pussy and gasps!
Oh she feels so good! She’s not as tight as he imagined, but then, with having four children, who would be? But she’s just right, nonetheless! She’s just tight enough to engulf him and squeeze him, but loose enough that his cock feels safe and warm, right at home, and comfortable.
“God…give it to me.” He sputters, lost in the feeling her body is providing him.
“I need you, Papabear. Fuck me!”
He splays his hand out across her large belly, reveling in the feeling of her softness and the warmth of her skin. Her pussy is so hot!! She gasps beneath him and fights to keep her sanity as he pistons in and out of her.
She knows it isn’t right. Both of them married, neither allowed to do what they’re doing now. But the naughtiness, the wrong, the whole entire evil of the act spurs him on.
“Cum. Oh god, Papabear, please come for me. Come all over me!” She screams. It is as if this is the only thing her body was ever built for.
As he pulls his large cock out and waits as she wraps her soft hand around him, jerking him off and waiting anxiously for the warm, rich, white payload to adorn her body like a forbidden tattoo, he closes his eyes.
He thinks of how it all started. With an email in response to a story she’d written. They’d exchanged sex fueled emails back and forth for months. He thinks, as his white cream spurts over her hanging breasts and large belly, about how he wanted her so much.
She smiles as she remembers how it started so innocently. How they both needed to release some frustrations, and how it led to this. His body above her, his cock spraying the juice she craved all over her body, his mouth pursed in a permanent “O” from the feelings she had hoped and tried so hard to give him.
She dips her fingers in the cooling pool of sperm in her deep belly button, hoping that he is as utterly happy as she is at that very moment.
“Well, Little Girl, how was that for an introduction?” He smiles and ravages her waiting lips.
When he parts from her, she just smiles and scratches her fingers through his silver beard.
“I hope you have an a couple of hours to spare, Papabear.” She smiles up at the older man. “We haven’t even begun to scratch the surface.”
She winks at him and grasps his wet, soft cock, hoping to coax it back to life.
“I have all the time in the world for you, Little Girl.” He says and presses his lips to hers, sucking her life force in out of her mouth, possessing her, loving her, needing her, taking her.
As he plays with her soft belly and thighs, he smiles, knowing that he is in for the best afternoon of his life.
The End
Sunrise
“Breathe slowly. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Good girl.”
Blindfolded and topless, she sat comfortably in the upholstered chair. Black ropes secured her forearms - from elbow to wrist - to the armrests. Her lower legs were similarly secured to the front legs of the chair. Yet another rope wound repeatedly at her waist and her lower and upper ribcage to affix her torso to the back of the chair. This was one of the rare occasions when she was not wearing her collar, specifically because of what was about to take place.
“you look wonderful like this,” I informed her, and she smiled appreciatively. It struck Me then just how obscene a smile can be in the right circumstances, and given that she was topless and blindfolded and held in place by black ropes, her smile definitely looked obscene. With an obscene smile, I was afraid that if she grinned, it would somehow profane the experience.
The house was perched upon a plateau with a nice view over the valley to the east. The main reason I had bought this place as a second home was to enjoy the sunrise, unfettered by trees or buildings: All that separated the house from the valley was about twenty yards of grass, a wooden fence, and a drop of about six hundred feet.
It was an excellent setting for this. Throughout the night, I had played with her - some pleasure, mostly pain, just the way she liked it. For the past hour, I had purposely kept her blindfolded, and as dawn approached, it was time.
After one more appreciative view of her flogger-reddened chest, I moved to stand behind her. As I waited for the right moment, I gently ran My fingers through her lengthy disheveled hair, ultimately gathering it in My hands and tugging gently, causing her head to tip back over the back of the chair and exposing her throat. she moaned softly, and I could tell from the sound that fatigue was getting the best of her - after all, she had not enjoyed the benefit of coffee throughout the long night.
“I’m almost finished with you,” I assured her. “Just a little longer, little one.”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered in acknowledgement.
Still maintaining the tug of her hair, I reached into My shirt pocket and withdrew the sunglasses, opening and donning them with a single hand with practiced ease. I pulled harder, back and down, causing her torso to strain against the ropes securing her to the back of the chair. she groaned softly, in part from the growing discomfort in her scalp, in part from the ropes biting into the unprotected skin of her upper and lower chest. she was breathing a little harder, a little faster.
I took advantage of her body’s natural reaction to the discomfort and, still pulling her fair hair, I quickly removed the blindfold and tossed it aside. she squealed from the daylight, naturally blinded after having spent so much time in complete darkness, and as soon as her squeal had ended, My free hand grasped her neck.
With one hand hurting her and one hand preventing her from breathing properly, I smiled. Within seconds, the first ray of daylight would rise above the distant clouds and truly blind her.
Just before the first golden ray befell U/us, she began to truly struggle, the growing pain in her scalp augmenting the discomfort across her upper and lower chest, the lack of proper oxygen starting to induce a panic within her.
“That’s right,” I told her. “Struggle for Me. Suffer for Me.”
she could not see or feel it, but I am certain that she knew Me well enough after several months to know it: I was aroused. My erection was pressed against the back of the chair, which given My position was as close as I could come to pressing my manhood against her. her gasps, her wheezes, her sputters further thrilled Me, and certainly the day’s first rays of sunlight were providing yet more distress for her.
Twice I briefly allowed her to breathe properly - just long enough to refill her lungs before My hand tightened anew around her neck. The power I had over her was great, the ability to control something so basic as whether or not she could breathe quite heady.
When at last the sun had fully risen above the distant clouds, I slowly released her neck and her hair. “Good girl,” I praised, massaging her shoulders as she loudly inhaled as much oxygen as her lungs could handle. “you have definitely earned your rest.”
She had also earned her way into My bed.
The End
Spring and a Mistress
The winter weather finally gave the rural area a break, the morning sun had broken and the temperature was above freezing for the first time in months. Waking up and shaking the cobwebs from his brain, the muscles crying out for some action, the command seemed to say go for a nice brisk walk. Taking his cross trainers out from under all the winter hats, mitts and scarves, sitting down lacing up a new invigorating life seemed to flow through his veins. The bright sun glaring into his eyes causing him to reach and put on the dark lens glasses using the protection to shield himself from retina burn.
Slowly at first his gate moved like a seventy year old gingerly moving left foot in front of right foot etc. as the cross trainers breathed with his foot the pace picked up until he was moving slightly less than a jog. Paying no heed to the time nor distance, just feeling the warmth of the sun warming his body, his mind wandering to all the wonderful scenes that he had played on the internet, with his willing palm sisters. Marching along feeling alive as the heart rate increased to a boiling point knowing that finally some calories are melting away and the deep breathing filling his lungs with hot air as opposed to the bitterness that still beat inside that broken heart and cursed mind of his.
A crow sounded squawking like a nervous child caught with its fingers in the cookie jar, making him look up and forget his thoughts as the bird flew towards a bay window. The sight before him, bringing the brakes to his shoes, rubber squelching to a halt, his momentum stopped and those eyes bugging out behind the dark lens. A beautiful unclad woman, a lady of grace, sitting there upon her love seat just playing with herself almost like giving herself an examination, the fingers plying her labia lips open exposing the inner soft petals, even from the sidewalk he could see the pink glistening shimmering against the rays of the hot sun.
She seemed to sit up and just before grabbing her rounded breasts and touching her nipples her hand and fingers beckoned him to her. No, hesitation in his step, this miracle unfolding before him was not going to be passed up. Almost running he strode up the walkway to the front door. As he reached to ring the doorbell like magic the door swung open and a pair of hands grabbed the lapel of his jacket pulling him into an embrace coupled with a set of soft wet full lips pressing against him.
Had he been at home still it would seem like a most pleasant wet dream happening but the warmth of his skin and the throbbing trying to get out of his pants told him this was actually happening. Taking his hand shutting the door she leads him down the hallway into a room filled with candles burning the soft scent of vanilla and strawberry filling his nostrils as he is dragged in to the center. With a delicate touch quick and deliberate she undoes his coat dropping it to the floor, pulling his t-shirt over his head and then her long fingernails grazing his skin as the pants are pulled over his hips and dropped to the floor as he steps out of them her nails slowly caress the skin up and down his back and stops and kneads the cheeks of his backside opening and closing them like a well read book.
Pulling his torso closer to her their bodies mesh skin against skin, his nipples hardening rubbing against her already hardened buds. The trimmed patch of her pubes gyrate against his well trimmed bush, as his pole expands and rubs between her thighs feeling the heat radiating out. Her lips exploring the warmed face, almost as if she is sucking the sun-drenched skin so that it is swallowed deep into her existence. The pleasure overwhelming him driving the desire to his foremost thought, leaning down his arms behind her knees he scoops her up cradling her to his chest as he makes way to her bed, gently placing her down like a rag doll, letting his fingertips trace the outline of her torso, from the neck down the ribs, over the hips down the right leg, across to the left up the outside, just the fingertips applying a little pressure igniting the fires of passion, this he sees as the goose-bumps appear along the trail of his fingers.
Reaching the left shoulder the fingers slowly move across, following the pattern of the self-examination he saw in the window. Trailing down the center of her chest till he reaches the twin mounds, circling first one side then the other the beads of sweat now escaping her skin letting him know that she is enjoying the stimulation. Simultaneously he grasps her nipples with both hands the fingers rotating and lightly pulling the rose buds as the areolas seem to expand and the nipples harden and grow to his touch. Letting go replacing his fingers with his lips on the right nipple as the sucking motion in and out as his tongue flicks back and forth across imagining that the taste of milk would be so exotic and satisfying.
Fingers find the heat of her womanhood blasting out like that of a furnace on those cold winter nights. Slowly parting her lips he slips in first one finger than two as the exploration of her velvet-lined walls contact the tips of his digits. The thumb rubbing the hard button of attention moving it in a circular motion until she began to raise her hips to meet his thrusting fingers. Clipping the clit between the forefinger and thumb now applying pressure jerking it like a small penis as the fingers pulse in and out of the wet hot channel of lust, her inner muscles grabbing and gripping his fingers with such force that he feared his knuckles might pop.
An ear shattering moan escaped her throat as she momentarily ceased moving and the flood of juices breaking over the dam of his fingers as she let loose like a bucking bronco making him hold on for dear life and a ride his hand and wrist had never witnessed before. Calming down she grabs his wrist bringing it to their lips as they both clean off all her juices and then she flips him onto his back raising his arm above his head and then grabbing the other arm bringing them together as she trails her long painted nails down his exposed arms, through his armpits down across his collarbone and tweaking his nipples. Straddled across his abdomen she gazes down into his eyes, his body now in her control, will he receive the return treatment, has she been satisfied, his mind is reeling not knowing what comes next.
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A sinful gleam appears in her deep blue eyes, the grin erupting across her face lighting up the distance between her face and his. Without warning she slides her long legs up and over him and dismounts as if she were getting off an Arabian, landing on her feet without a single glance back her naked ass in perfect rhythm walks out of the room. Shocked his senses slowly coming back to him jumping off the bed and starting to follow realizing his nakedness stops in the middle of the room bending over snatching up his clothes, dressing and with a lost puppy feeling leaves and walks down the hallway, looking into the room with the bay window finding it empty, opens the front door and leaves feeling in the pit of his stomach the same as the room he just searched.
Chapter 2
Dejected, frustrated and a brand new feeling flowing through his body as he walked on home the pace a little slower as he pondered running through his mind the events that just shook his world. The smell of the mystery woman still lingered in his nostrils, her taste echoed inside his mouth, the heat of her touch just as hot as the rising sun on his body. Shaking from the feelings left by that last gaze the depth of the look into his eyes and the overwhelming urge to understand what message she was sending him, sure she was going to rock back and forth and then mount his hard shaft, not the dismount and vanishing act that she performed. Reaching his home he entered and began the boring routine that had become his way of life. The days moved on and the nights brought about sleep which in turn orchestrated the movie like dreams replaying that moment when he was pulled inside the house, and all the sensations of kissing and touching a goddess like model in three dimension without the funny glasses.
Finally his day off arrived and praying that all things in history repeats itself, and that his good fortune the last time he walked this route will happen again, but this time being the prepared boy scout, taking notice of the house number and asking no demanding what her name is and why she left him the way she did. As the walking pace increased, and his heart rate kept rising, not being sure if it was the exercise or the nearness of the house. Last time the crow flew out of nowhere turning his head in the direction of the window, not sure which home it was his eyes continued looking for the couch facing outward.
Was his lucky star shining upon him again for the crow sounded, hearing it above his shuffle the ear buds dropping as he stopped and saw the vision of his dreams again in the window and again playing with herself as he became like a deer caught in headlights. This time just standing there watching her hands travel like a surgeons scalpel teasing and touching all the erotic nerve endings exciting herself, but it was her audience out on the sidewalk that really turned her on.
Like him she had wanted to take more or at least have a little more control as to when she needed to see him, not at his desire or whim, the touches and feelings he had stirred in her were still as fresh as the newly cut flowers from her garden. Making sure that all was right in the world she sat straight up looking out to the sidewalk smiling and using a hand motion, beckoned him, her desire, was to return to the unfinished lust that was kindled.
Repeating the same scenario as the first time she meets him at the door pulling him inside and shutting the door with a greater urgency this time, not letting him go dragging the tired walker quickly down the hallway to the end room again. The looks passing between the two could melt the icebergs floating around Newfoundland, her naked torso glistening with the slightest droplets of perspiration, his running attire a complete contrast and hiding his excitement from her. She gently pushes him into the room and closing the door this time only two lit candles burning on the far side, his eyes trying to adjust from being out in the bright sunlight and now encased in almost total darkness the sense of sight reeling grasping to understand what is going on.
She deftly pulled down his sweats and jockeys in one movement from behind him, allowing his cock to spring free and stand at attention. From her position behind him she reached around and began to stroke his organ, letting her delicate feather strokes as she started to whisper in his ear knowing that stroking his manhood, was the quickest way to his brain.
She whispered. “I can tell what you are thinking boy. Yes I’ve plucked your innocent little body out of the many that jog or walk by. I gave you a sample taste the first time and left you begging for more. Kind of what I am doing to your right now.”
He could only gasp as the words reverberated around his skull, thinking what have I walked into here.
She continued in a low sultry voice. “Yes, boy I knew a strong virile one like you would come along and I would make you unfaithful to yourself. You will still love and feel yourself become empowered and free, and that is the gift, I am considering giving to you. You can still find others that you may top. Yet when you are here and Wwe are together, let there be no misunderstanding or doubt you will follow My orders. Is that clear?”
As she annunciated she squeezed his cock under the circumcised head very hard.
With all his strength he answered; “Yes.”
She squeezed his cock even harder while he strained to get the answer out. Her voice like a hypnotic script penetrating deep into the recess of his confused mind, “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you. Yes what? Call me Mistress.”
Another very tight squeeze this time with both hands one at the base of his hardness and one at the tip, willing him to answer properly.
He barely could respond through the pain. “Yes Mistress.”
She let the pressure off, licking his earlobe and whisperd softly into him “Very good. Thank you dear.”
Her fingers resumed stroking softly up and down the length of his growing erection, she felt his bravado weakening and that he was shaken and off balance.
Further developing the rules she continued in his right ear, “You will learn. When you obey Me it is pleasure that is received. When you disobey, the resulting action is pain.”
Her caressing touch continued as her nipples dug into his back with all her weight resting against him and only her fingers stroking him close to ejaculation.
The deep sultry voice and her cadence of delivery keeping his mind off what she was developing, was he hearing these words right they sounded like, “You are about to cum. When you do, all you are going to think about is Me having control over your orgasm. If I have picked right, My guess, is you’re struggling to admit you like being submissive to a powerful Lady. Most men are that way. They act all macho and brave on the outside, but a strong woman can convince them to do anything.”
All the while she was talking she sped up the speed of her stroking and he began making sharp breathed humming sounds and deep-rooted moans.
Her verbal assault on his conscious mind continued in rhythm to the stroking of his hardness. “You can try to keep your mind off it all you want, dear. Look at it this way. I want you to cum when I tell you to. I do want you to submit to me. You could have walked or run down some other street but you came back, right now you could push me away, but you’re not. Feel your worth the dark desires inside your mind, let yourself go. Release the taught social bonds that force you to be the dominant stronger sex. Cum for me at my command. Be mine.”
He stood his ground feeling her words soak into the deepest part of his mind, while the physical sensations were driving his sac to fill with more seed than he had ever felt travel and push against his insides to escape down his shaft. He knew all he had to do was step back and this fantasy would be over and just end up being a dream. Instead, he was fighting to hold back not to cum all at the stroking of her hand he was becoming in awe of the almost instant control She had gained over him.
She felt it in her soul, every bone of her body was alive at what she was achieving, not wanting to let him go now she with a tenderness and firmness in her voice edged him on by saying, “Let it flow and come to the dark side.”
Her hand was flying over his cock, she could feel the weakness in his physical shell but more so the willpower to resist was almost non-existent.
She needed the final straw to feel the power, “Cum now dear, Do It!”
Smiling to herself as he yelled and erupted, his cries to his god doing him no good for she felt spurt after spurt of cum leave his body cascading down and across the room, she slowed down the jacking of her hand, continuing to squeeze his manhood milking every last drop from his former self.
Patting him she complimented him, “Very nice indeed dear.”
She told him to bend over and raise his sweats and as he did so she was sure her recruit was signed sealed and delivered but to be sure in her sexiest voice still behind him her words explained, “If you decide to accept my way, walk by here again next week same time and just walk up to the door and ring the bell.” “If not, no hard feelings and have a good life. If you do, be ready to experience the ride of your life!”
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Chapter 3
The next twenty-four hours would make or break his spirit, if as he really had a choice. Jace had been on the Internet all week long researching, had visited many sites that of the Castle Realm, thirty or forty Mistress sites found by goggle and Yahoo search engines. His mind completely swamped, with terms like feminization, sissy, humiliation, pony-boy etc. The Lady never mentioned any of these to him.
Closing his eyes for the thousandth time letting the memories of her touch float through his veins, the warmth, from just the thoughts the instant rush of excitement, his member growing pushing against his shorts and trying to spring loose from his slacks. For the past six days and nights every moment waking or dreaming was consumed by her last words if you choose to follow your destiny and accept my way be here next week. The worry coursing through him was could he handle being dragged around by a leash and collar, could he wear woman’s panties, would his rectum handle being invaded, would she share him with others, would she make him do things that would be embarrassing just to prove a point. The biggest fear he had was like the money domes he read about on the different sites could this woman take away his money, his investments, the house had only two years left and would be mortgage free.
Jace was a man, had stood on his own two feet for years, made all the business and investment decisions and was living comfortably, he new within himself that early retirement was a real possibility once the house was mortgage free, the car and the bike were loan free, all the bills were manageable and each month a little was left over for entertainment or savings.
Mistress was adorable, soft, controlling, but oh so sexy. Putting his talents to work all he could find out was her name was Karinda, the address he noted when leaving her home this time had a simple listing in the white pages, and showed up on the 411computer page as MS Karinda. Jace’s assumption was that Karinda was her name.
Again using the internet, wanting to be like a sponge and take and hold as much information as possible the origin of the name Karinda was Russian, used by aristocratic families to name their first born daughters under the reign of Alexander, it was meant for strength and a powerful free will.
Thinking to himself the initials JK stood for a very powerful union and president of the USA when he was a young boy. Also stood for Junior Kindergarten the very first stages of learning life both academically and socially was this an omen and were there forces greater than he could have ever imagined bringing this about.
Lists made lists write down all the pros the cons go over each and every point you researched and all he could come up with was that every Mistress and sub or slave acted within the boundaries that were determined by the dominant one. Each time Jace seemed to make up his mind either for or against the touch of her hands, the scent of her body, the piercing of her eyes gazing into him flooded his every emotion and he felt like the pull of the moon on the ocean and the craving of an addiction tearing at his heart that he needed to go back to her house.
The morning a week later arrives without a fanfare, no brass band playing just the slow opening of his eyes from a restless night of sleep. Heading to the kitchen grabbing a quick gulp of OJ and then back into the bathroom and a nice shower to awaken his body and hopefully his mind. Dressing in comfortable walking shorts and a t-shirt off on his weekly walk, this is his part of thinking of a healthy life, as the medical ads all infer exercise makes for a healthy body, mind and soul.
Making up his mind that he would walk a different route and forget all about the naked lady in her bay window. Walking his Ipod suffle in his ears and soaking in the wonders of a beautiful warm spring day an epiphany hits him between the ears as the beat of ACDC plays entering his gray matter. An almost cinematic explosion in his inner mind, a vision as masterful as any Universal movie plays, the Lady in her bay window is beckoning him to her, without a moments delay, Jace turns and starts jogging almost breaking into a full trot to make it to her residence.
The thoughts of it being a residence of evil, a dungeon of degradation, all vanquished from his running motion picture, his mind can only see the beauty, the sensuality, the pure sexiness, the lure of the Mistress.
His heart racing not just from the increased exercise of running at top speed as not to disappoint the Lady but from the swelling of anticipation as to what awaits him, what kind of ride it will be, all the web sites all the different terms and checklists of sexual fantasies and desires that had flashed before his eyes on the computer screen. Turning the corner of her street slowing down trying to get his breath under control, reduce the pounding heart so that his submission is not overly obvious to Mistress Karinda.
As instructed Jace rings the doorbell, silence, no instant opening this time, has he mixed up the day? Is he late? Did she change her mind? These jumbled number of thoughts, filling and distracting his mind. Just as he turns to continue on his way nothing ventured nothing lost he convinces himself, the door opens and before him stands the most awesome sight he has ever seen.
Mistress Karinda stands there not naked as before but in the most luxurious looking terrycloth robe in an amazing shade of mauve, the collar up around her neck the shoulders hugging her like a tailor made suit, the flow of purple draping down covering every inch of her body no outlines except for the ample chest, but the flowing of the robe even covers her delicate feet.
The bright smile, shinning like the warmth of the hottest summer day, the sparkling eyes twinkling like the stars of the Milky Way, awe struck all I could do is stand there as my mouth dropped and drools of spit slowly trickled down my chin.
Mistress reached out and took my hand and guided me into her foyer, the softness of her fingers curling around my palm the warmth burning like a branding iron, sending waves of warm shivers up and down my spine from the tip of my toes to the top of my head. Leading me into a different room this time down the stairs only lit with a single forty-watt bulb.
Looking at me with the eyes of an artist and staring at a blank canvas. She whispers just audible enough for me to hear, “I am so glad you’re here, as if you had another option!”
The look on my face just brought a smirk to her.
“Alright as I said before this is My way and your first task is to strip naked for me, Now!” came out of her sweet mouth.
“Very nice,” now as she walked around my naked torso, she taped the back of my knees and asked me “kneel down.”
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