And believe it or not,after he had given me a friendly handshake and apologized to me for that little bit of embarressment,Peter had told me to not worry about Robyn calling me ‘Punky’ again because he once had an embarressing nickname when he was a little kid and still understood how it had felt growing-up with it.Anyway,after they had helped me get myself settled into my new bedroom,both Peter and Robyn had invited me to go with them to this local fast-food joint–I forgot what name it was–and have dinner with them there.And while we were enjoying our evening meal at that place,I had opened my big fat mouth and told them about how Brandon and I had came to be living with Henry and they had placed their gentle hands on my shoulders and told me that I had became a true survivor.
Just then,after we had left that fast-food place and came right straight home,Robyn had picked up the TV Guide,started thumbing through it and asked,“So,are you guys up to watching the new episodes of ‘Ghost Whisperer’ and ‘Moonlight’ on WBBM-TV CBS2 tonight?",but just as I was about to answer that question,a small-smiling Peter had cleared his throat,walked into the living room with the DVD case with the words ‘My Plaything Jewel De’Nyle’ on it and said,“Actually,Robyn.I have a better idea in mind.It’s the latest DVD that I had ordered through the Hustler Hollywood Online Store and I hope that our new roommate will join us in watching it.”
And just as I was about to say anything to him,Peter had placed that DVD inside the DVD player and pressed the ‘play’ button,causing images of Jewel De’Nyle and other hot porn stars humping and fucking the living shit out of each other.And as soon as he had plopped himself down on the living room sofa and gazed his eyes upon the images on the TV screen,Peter had stripped off all of his clothes and began stroking his stiff cock which had caused me to turn my confused eyes toward Robyn and notice that she had already taken all of her clothes off and started pumping the Hannah Harper’s Smooth Operator dildo in and out of her hot,wet pussy and carressing her own tits.
And surprisingly enough,that whole scene had caused me to remove all of my clothes,move myself closer to Peter,place myself on his lap and allow him to start pumping his stone hard dick in and out of my hot and steamy cunt and place both of his hands on my firm breasts.And after Robyn had moved herself closer to me and Peter,placed her hand on my bare shoulder and began sucking on my stiff mounds,I had placed one of my hands on Peter’s bare arm and the other hand on Robyn’s bare back and said,“Aaaahhhh,yeeeessss!That’s it!Do it,Robyn!Touch me!Touch me there!Suck on my tits while Peter fucks my wet pussy dry!Aaaahhhh!”
Then,after Peter had taken his stiff cock out of my hot,moist snatch and allowed Robyn to start sucking on it,he had began licking on my cunt and carressing my tits which had caused me to realize that I was being able to enjoy each and every minute of experiencing the one thing that I had actually never experienced with anyone before which happens to be pure and untamed sexual pleasure.That was before Peter had placed his stone hard dick inside Robyn’s pussy and began licking on my snatch and I had placed my hands on her silky-smooth naked thighs and began sucking on her tits,causing a sexually-charged Robyn to place her hands on my bare back and yell at the top of her lungs,“AAAAHHHH,YES!THAT’S IT!DO IT,PETER!DO IT,PUNKY!TOUCH ME!SUCK MY TITS!FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME!MAKE ME WANNA CUM!AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!”
And then,after the three of us had started moving ourselves harder and faster and our lovemaking has finally gotten itself enrolled into the University of Illinois,Peter,Robyn and I had all came and collapsed due to exhaustion and fell asleep with our naked arms in a lover’s embrace.Just then,on the very next day,I had woken up and discovered that a large Hustler Overworked And Underlaid T-Shirt has been placed over my nude body.And after I had taken a second look at it,I had allowed a small smile to appear on my lips and let out a small chuckle before I had put on that T-shirt,got myself off the living room floor and stepped into the kitchen to join my two new roommates for some breakfast.As for what I was going to tell Henry about my first few days away from my old home,I had decided to keep the sexual experience that I had with Peter and Robyn to myself when I write my first letter to him.
The End
Just can’t stop myself
My Husband and I love to role play, here’s a story of a naughty experience I had on one of our acts. We were to meet at a local watering hole and pretend to not know each other and then seduce each other and go home and get nasty. I’m 44 and a grandmother already, redhead of medium build,34c breasts and slender long legs. I need to lose some weight around my tummy but I seem to be attractive to men.( I get lots of attention). I’m a sports nut and can converse and hold my own with any man on any sports topic of the day. This really helps in making guy friends. My Husband is 51 and in great shape which makes him younger than his years. He is a great lover which has kept me faithful for our 5 years of marriage.
I dressed casual, tight little shorts, low cut blouse, and sandals. My husband likes me clean shaven,(he eats better pussy when I’m bare!) so I trimmed all up in anticipation of my pussy being licked and sucked.
A friend of mine dropped me off at the bar at 6pm (our proposed meeting time) and I sat at the bar and ordered a beer. A baseball game was on so I relaxed and started watching it. I noticed a couple of good looking younger guys a couple of seats down from me. They were getting hammered on shots of Patron and were happy drunks. They were tall, muscular, athletic guys in T shits and jeans and were really into the Angel,As ballgame. I started fantasizing about how their naked bodies would look and quickly downed my beer and ordered another. Then I started thinking about some of my sordid past, before my current man.
I was 24, unhappily married to an abusive man and left him. All I had was a beat up Camaro, a few clothes and $100. I called my Brother and he set me up with a place to stay with one of his Wife’s girlfriends. It was a crappy trailer in a trailer park but at least I had a bed and a bedroom. I had officially become trailer trash. She ran the trailer park and worked in the little store. Not a very attractive woman(heavy and unkempt) but she was a happy nice person. I knew there wasn’t going to be a lot of cool guys cumming around her trailer. I was going to have get my own place soon.
It was a truck stop town in the middle of nowhere so I hooked up a job as a waitress in a beer bbq place. The patons were 90% men and mostly truckers so tips were pretty good. Still I was needing more cash to save up for a place of my own.
One night a couple of truckers were getting frisky with me (patting my ass ect.) when they made me an offer I couldn’t refuse, $100 to give them blowjobs out in their trucks. I was and still am a very horny girl and my pussy started moistening. They weren’t the most attractive men but they didn’t stink and were nice. So when my shift ended I went out to their trucks where they were waiting for me. Well, I thought they wanted to do it separate from one another but no, they wanted it at the same time! Well, I needed that $100 so I agreed. I had never been with 2 guys at the same time before, boy was I aroused. I had sucked and fucked my boyfriend and another guy at different times on the same day before but nothing like this. Two cocks, how would I handle them.
Into the cab of the truck we went and they pulled their jeans down to expose 2 big ,hard cocks. I was so wet, I so wanted a cock in me. But I wasn’t on birth control and had no condoms. The guys wanted my top off so I stripped it off. They started sucking and licking my breasts while I stroked their big hard cocks. Then they pulled my head down (a little roughly I must say) and shoved those beautiful cocks in my face. I licked each one up and down and sucked their balls. They were moaning in pleasure and my confidence grew. I started taking a cock all the way down my throat until I would gag while furiously stroking the other.
I alternated back and forth for what seemed like 30 minutes before the first cock came in my mouth.. I licked it clean and went back to work on the other one until it blew a load on my face and in my hair. The other cock was now hard again so I slid it back in my mouth and down my throat. They then pulled my pants off and started finger fucking me. My juices were flowing and they had me lick it off their fingers. They were talking filthy to me making me more and more aroused. I would have sucked off a football team at this point. As I was sucking that first hard cock the other one rose to attention and pulled out a condom, put it on and started fucking me from behind.
A cock in my pussy and one in my mouth ,it was heaven! I went wild, fucking and sucking those cocks like there was no tomorrow. The cock in my mouth spurted a nice load down my throat that I drank down like a dirty whore. The cock fucking me was slamming away and I was cumming over and over. After what seemed like a hour he started moaning and pulled out. I tore off the condom and it started squirting on my face until I got my mouth on it, lapping up as much cumm as possible. My fears of not being able to handle 2 cocks at once were gone. As I knelt there licking cumm of my fingers, rubbing my clit, I felt a great sense of accomplishment (as well as feeling like a total slut). They called me little slut, gave me $200, and threw me out of the truck naked with cumm all over me. My clothes followed a few minutes later.
There were a couple other truckers out in the lot and they came over to see if I was OK. I told them not only was I OK, I was great, I just got fucked! They laughed and started rubbing my wet pussy. I started rubbing their cocks through their jeans making them nice and hard. I was so turned on ,I needed more cock. I asked them what they would give me for a good cock sucking and the response was “it depends on how good you are you dirty girl”.I didn’t care if they gave me a penny, I wanted to suck more cock .I would of paid them! They both undid their pants as I knelt there with my mouth open.
They took turns fucking my mouth while I rubbed my clit until I started cumming again. These cocks were smallish compared to the other two, but nice and hard and I could easily lick their balls while they were all the way down my throat. Back and forth I went, licking ,sucking and stroking until I tasted cumm on one of them.I wanted them to cumm at the same time so I gripped it hard and focused on the other until I felt it ready to blow. I wildly sucked back and forth until they both started squirting their cumm in my open mouth and on my face.
Once again this evening I was kneeling, licking cumm off my fingers and rubbing my clit as a couple guys called me filthy names and gave me money. I got $50 from each guy as a parting gift. They told me I was a great cocksucker and hoped to see me again. I had never done a sex act out in public like this before, boy was I a slut! I’m sure other people had seen what I was doing from their trucks or when they drove by.
I gathered myself and dressed. I was turned on beyond what I thought was possible. I also had a weeks pay for doing what I luv to do! These episodes repeated themselves over and over with different guys for about a year until I had enough saved to move to the coast and get my own place. I had a regular following and made some good friends.
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I got a nice apartment and hooked up a job as a box girl at a supermarket. I quickly worked my way up to a well paid checker using my sexual skills on my supervisors as a persuasive tool .My mouth and pussy were being satisfied and were making me money just like a whore.
Despite having a good job I was usually short on cash. Rent was high and I had a new car and car payment with it. I started going out to a couple different bars to meet people and relax. To get free drinks I would flirt like the horny bitch I am and whisper in guys ears “I’ll suck you off in your car for a couple drinks”. This never failed! On top of it I got my oral fix and a belly full of cumm! I luv a belly full of cumm. I don’t know what it is, I just luv the taste of cumm. I made many friends, had a lot of free drinks and sucked a lot of cocks.
Well, after dreaming about my past for a while I must have given off a scent that attracted the young, handsome guys a couple seats down. We started talking about the baseball game and joking around. When they got another round of shots they gave me one. We continued partying together as they moved to either side of me. My freshly shaved pussy was aching for cock. I was sneaking looks at the bulges in their jeans and they were big.
Then I realized it was 7pm and my Husband hadn’t showed. Well, in the
meantime I thought I’d amuse myself. I was squeezing their biceps comparing them while sneaking feels to their thighs. They were getting frisky and were touching my thighs and breasts. I was soaking my panties with hot pussy juice. Then my cell rang and it was him. He said his car broke down and it was being towed. He’d catch a ride with the tow truck to the house and get my car. He’d be there in an hour and we could start our fun then. I said “that’s fine honey, Luv you"and hung up. By now the guys on either side of me were wasted and after 3 shots I was feeling no pain and very horny.
One of the guys asked if I’d like to go get high in his truck. I thought to myself this could be trouble but went anyway. What a hunk he was, I couldn’t resist. We got in his big Ford crew cab, he loaded a couple bowls, and we got real stoned. My head was spinning, he rubbed my back and I responded. He stroked my breasts and kissed me, I responded. I kept thinking this is wrong (I had not cheated on my husband of 5 years) but the inner slut in me took over! I rubbed his cock through his jeans, it was enormous! My mouth was salivating and my pussy twitching while rubbing his huge cock.
I undid his belt and pants, asking if he’d like me to suck his cock. We laughed as I freed his cock and started licking it like a popsicle. I’ve sucked and fucked hundreds of cocks but this was the largest I’d ever seen. It must have been a good 10 inches or more, thick, and attached to this gorgeous guy. I opened my mouth as wide as it would go and tried to get that cock in my mouth,(it was like a baseball bat).I got the head in but it kept growing and getting harder. He grabbed my head and forced his cock down my throat telling me “to get after it you old slut.”
That turned me on big time and I worked that cock over, gagging a lot but really enjoying myself. There was saliva all over my face, as I was nearly getting it all the way down my throat, when there was a knock on the door. It was his buddy from the bar ondering where we were, and looking in he saw me deep throating that giant cock as I winked at him. He laughed and said “have fun guys”, and started back to the bar. I pulled that big cock out of my mouth, rolled down the window, and hollered at him to cumm join us.
There were a couple of girls and a guy out in the lot that overheard me, as my next cock started back to the truck. When he got in I could see them looking my way, checking out my messed up hair,face with saliva all over it and breasts hanging out. They were laughing and cheered us on. The thought of two big,hard,young cocks at my disposal had my pussy on fire. The group out in the lot moved over near our truck so they could see in the windows. I got even more aroused knowing they were going to see me suck a couple of cocks.
I wasted no time getting my to my second cock, tearing off his pants like a wild woman. Out sprung another beauty, hard and thick and a good 8 inches. This one was easy to deep throat after working on that huge one. I alternated back and forth gagging ,choking, stroking, sucking and licking those magnificent cocks with wild abandon oblivious to the group watching outside. I started tasting some pre cumm on my cocks and so wanted a load in my mouth. I felt like I was 24 back at the truckstop!
My massive cock was ready to blow so I gave it my full attention, having both my hands wrapped around it and the head in my mouth. I kept swirling my tongue around it and tugging it with both hands until it blew. I tried to get it all the way down my throat but it was squirting so much cumm in my mouth I couldn’t handle it. I pulled my mouth off it and it shot a good 10 more streams of cumm all over my face, hair and breasts. When it finally stopped I used it to wipe the cumm off me and licked it clean. He laid back with a big smile as his buddy and the group outside cheered.
Now I had a second cock to finish! I swallowed it all the way down and could tell it wouldn’t be long. He was rubbing my pussy through my moist little shorts and I went wild, increasing the speed of the mouth fucking I was getting. Here I was with two gorgeous guys and cocks, having blown one and the other about to erupt down my throat. I was in heaven…………… again! I was so aroused and I wanted the cumm out of my cock. I started a slow, steady rhythm deep throating my big cock increasing the speed until it spurted down my throat. I managed to get most of the cumm in my mouth this time. What dribbled out of my mouth, I rubbed on my spent cock and licked clean. My audience erupted in applause and we all laughed.
I suddenly realized I had forgotten about my husband and when I looked out at the group that had watched us, there he was. He wasn’t looking to happy. I was sad. I didn’t want to hurt him, but this is what ruined my other marriages, my infidelity. I had been a good girl for 5 years, that’s real good for me. I got out of the truck to try to talk to him but he just got in my car and left me there. Well, at least I was stranded with two hunks with big cocks!
We gathered ourselves, got dressed and smoked a couple more bowls. The
guys asked about my husband and I said it was fine, He let me fuck around. So we went back in the bar and I cleaned up in the ladies room. When I came back the guys had ordered a couple new rounds of patron shots, and we toasted to my oral skills and my husband. They told me he was a lucky guy to have such a slut as his wife. They asked if I did this much and I told them a little about my past. That seemed to get them aroused. They asked if I had taken it up the ass and dp’d. I responded of course, I luv a big cock in my ass and to be airtight is a dream. I wanted to be fucked, damn it!
We continued to party until late in the night when they asked if I’d like to go to their place and fuck! I was totally bombed and that sounded delicious. I rubbed their bulging cocks through their pants and with a big smile said “lets go”.
The End
Plan C, There’s No Need for Plan D
I sat at the bar watching him in operation. Stud Muffin was working his charm on a blonde with legs up to here, tits out to there and a brain you couldn’t trip over on a dark night blindfolded. He whispered something in her ear that must have, going by her reaction, been the most stupendously funny comment ever made. While he was entertaining her with his witty repartee he was entertaining himself by ‘accidentally’ brushing one of her double D’s with his hand, she didn’t mind it at all.
He was tall, with a gym hewn body, a salon tan, fashionably tinted hair, and impossibly white teeth that he exposed to the world at every opportunity. His hands were the epitome of the manicurist’s art and his left pinkie finger sported a huge gold ring surrounding a diamond big enough to choke on. To look at him you could be forgiven for believing that this man had the world at his feet fighting over the crumbs from his table.
There were cogs in his head that, even as I watched him, were turning with increasing speed, telling him that this airhead was no longer a challenge for him. All he would have to do to get into her pants was to ask and she would have dropped them there and then. Time for Plan B. He looked at his watch, yes it was due about, he counted off the seconds, his cell rang. “Hi you’ve reached Winston Jones, speak to me.” He concentrated on the voice coming at him over the phone, “Can’t Jackson take care of that? Alright, I’ll be there in half an hour.” He clicked it off. “Listen Honey, there’s a major drama at work and it appears that I’m the only one that can fix it. What say I drop you home and if I fix it quickly enough we can continue this back at yours?”
It took a while for this to penetrate the vacuum between her ears but she reluctantly complied.
They left. I wasn’t the only one to watch them leave, there were at least two others. In the far corner of the room was the man who, on seeing the signal had placed the call, and the bar attendant, an attractive brunette of thirty something.
“He’ll be back in ten.” Her voice was like honey from the fridge, slow and smooth.
“What do you mean?” I asked, intrigued.
“He’s just implemented Plan B in which he takes her home and drops her, and then he’s straight back here looking for another score.”
“You make it sound so callous and calculating.”
“It is. Night after night I stand here serving drinks and watching him in action, and night after night it’s either one or the other. If he’s not bored, or the challenge is worth the effort, then there’s no signal, that’s Plan A. If he’s bored, he looks at his watch, that’s the signal for his mate to make the call so that he can bail, That’s Plan B. Tonight’s a Plan B night, and looking at the talent here, he’s going to miss out.”
“Thanks a lot.”
“You don’t honestly mean to say that you’re interested in him?”
“No, but I don’t like being written of as being someone that he might not be interested in.”
“Sorry. Time was that if he bombed out on Plan A and had to resort to Plan B, he’d even consider me worth the effort.”
“And he doesn’t any more?”
“Not since the bastard got me pregnant and coerced me into having an abortion. I made it very obvious that I wasn’t about to go through that again, I wasn’t going to be yet another scalp in his trophy cabinet. Look out, he’s back.”
Sure enough, he walked back through the door and quickly scoped the room. He hesitated for a second when his eyes met mine and, seeing that there wasn’t the slightest interest from me, walked toward me. “Sandy, could I have a Bourbon straight up and something for the lovely lady, what would you have?”
I looked at him close up for the first time and to my surprise he looked, under the fake tan and coloured hair, to be around my age, forty. “The lovely lady is fine.”
“No, I insist, let me buy you a drink.”
“So that, in some way, I would owe you something. Listen Mister whatever your name is, I don’t want another drink, and even if I did, I most certainly wouldn’t touch one that you bought me. If you are so intent on wasting your money, by all means buy a drink, but I’ll just let it sit on the bar, I won’t touch it.”
“Now I’m offended, here I am trying to be sociable and you spit in my eye. The name’s Kingsley Martin.”
My arched eyebrow was an indication that I didn’t believe him. “How nice for you.” I turned away from him and smiled at Sandy. She looked past me at his face and a quick smile passed over her face. Score one to me.
“Why the hostility? What have I done to you?”
“You’ve done nothing to me and it’s going to stay that way. Why don’t you just fuck off and leave me alone, better yet, piss off back to the blonde bimbo that you left here with a few minutes ago, or have you fucked her already, talk about a quickie, it must have been a stand up start.”
He glared daggers at me before storming off to sit with his friend. By the way that he glared at me while they spoke I could only assume that he was making up some excuse for his failure to score.
“You’d better be careful doing something like that, he doesn’t take rejection lightly. As you already know, I’m Sandy.”
“Oooh I’m shaking in my boots. I’m Crystal, by the way.”
“Pleased to meet you, but tell me do you have you got a death wish or something?”
“No, just enjoying myself, is all.”
“Don’t say that I didn’t warn you. Can I get you another drink, or are you going to drink the one he bought you?”
“Is he looking?”
“Yes.”
“Then give me another.”
“Sure thing, this one’s on the house.” She put the drink on the bar in front of me, never taking her eyes off him. “I tell you what, he’s really ticked now.”
“Good, I’m off to the little girl’s room.” I swallowed the drink and got up and walked through the door at the rear of the bar that led into the passageway to the rest rooms, hoping he’d follow, he did.
“Listen bitch, what’s your problem?”
“Problem? I don’t have a problem. I think that you might have one, but I’m fine, never better in fact.”
He stood in front of me, pressing me back against the wall with his body, his hand around my throat. “You listen to me bitch, no-one treats me like this and gets away with it!”
“Really? If you take a look to your right you’ll see a CCTV camera pointed directly at us, it has captured everything that has happened here, including a full facial of you, and it’s even going to capture this, for posterity.” I kneed him in the nuts and he went down like a pole-axed steer, gasping for breath as he writhed on the floor clutching the family jewels. I used the toilet and, when I emerged from the ladies there was no sign of him, there was also no sign of him in the bar as I sat back on my stool.
“What ever did you do to him?”
“No more than he deserved, let’s just say that he’ll be a falsetto for a couple of days.” Sandy chuckled as she poured me another.
We sat and chatted for a while as the crowd thinned, and closing time loomed.
I made a call and waited for a couple of minutes and then left. As I left the bar I caught a glimpse of him seated in his car across the road. I hailed a conveniently passing cab and got in. “How’d it go?” The driver asked.
“Couldn’t have gone better. Is he following?”
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“You better believe it.”
“Lose him, don’t make it obvious, just lose him.” The skill with which we lost him wasn’t something that they teach in cabbie school. Pretty soon the cab pulled up outside the fortress that was my apartment building, you know the type, the key lock outer gate leading into a vestibule, the gate locks behind you and before the security guard inside the building opens the inner gate to let you into the foyer. The same key operates the elevator. All this designed so that only people with a valid reason for being inside the building can get inside.
I walked into my apartment and put my bag on a small table by the door, then, undoing my blouse, I removed the wire from my bra and the ultra slim FM transmitter that was taped to my back. I took the recorder from my bag and plugged it into my computer that, using a voice recording program, transcribed everything that was said during the course of the evening.
I slept the sleep of the innocent, like hell! My mind was going over the events that have led to this and what was going down as a result.
Sandy greeted me as I walked through the door and had a drink on the bar even before I had sat down. “Guess who’s not a happy person?”
“Our friend over in the corner?”
“You got it. He was pumping me for information just before you arrived. By the way I told him your name was Chantelle, two can play at that game.”
“Thank you. Has Plan A arrived yet?”
“No, and that’s the surprising bit, he’s been here for nearly an hour and several girls have given him a ginormous hint but he has ignored them all. I don’t get it.”
“Maybe he’s going to have another crack at me tonight. His type can’t bear to lose.”
I was there for maybe an hour and he still hadn’t made his move on me, or anyone else for that matter, when my cell rang. “Hi handsome, what are you doing?” I listened to the voice on the other end, “Sure drop in. nothing much is happening here.”
Five minutes later a man walked through the door and came up to the bar. I stood up and threw my arms around his neck and kissed him, passionately.
“Christ he just about choked on his drink, it must have gone down the wrong pipe.” Sandy was chuckling to herself.
“Sandy this is Ben, Ben, Sandy.” Handshakes happened and Sandy refreshed my drink and got one for Ben.
“Are you two an item?”
“I don’t know,” I said, looking at Ben, “are we?”
“Sure thing Babe. Now where’s the man?”
“Over in the corner, by the potted palm.”
“I think I might go to the John, give me a sign if he follows.”
I dialled his cell phone but didn’t press the ’talk’ button until he had gone through the door and Winston/Kingsley had got up to follow. Several minutes later Ben came back massaging his knuckles. “What happened?” I asked.
“He came in and started telling me how he had, last night, fucked you so hard and so well that he had you begging him to stop, and that if I was hoping to get any tonight I was out of luck because you had told him you were so sore from his monster cock that you couldn’t even touch your cunt, let alone have a cock in it. I decked him.”
We watched as he came back glaring at us through his one good eye and with his hand covering a promising shiner on the other side. “Somehow I don’t think he’s happy.” Sandy observed.
“Good. Come on Ben, let’s blow this joint.”
“Sure thing Babe, but first a little show.” He kissed me again and, in full view of ’the Man’ he put his hand between my legs and I dry fucked his finger for several minutes just to let him know that I had been told what he had said and that it was all bullshit. He was really steamed up now.
I did my thing and the ‘convenient’ cab met us at the front door. As we drove off the driver observed him in the rear view mirror dashing across the road to his car in an attempt to follow us. Like last night we lost him, easily.
Ben followed me into my apartment. “How long before we can nail this bastard?”
“One more night should do it. But we’re not here to talk about this, do you realise that it’s been over a week since the last time we fucked, and I’m suffering from Ben’s dick withdrawal symptoms.”
“Sorry Babe, but we’ve both been busy, and our times haven’t clicked. But, never fear tonight we are here to rectify that deplorable situation.”
Ben, right from the very beginning of our relationship, has proven to be the perfect lover. He is considerate of me and my feelings, if I don’t feel like it, which is very rare, he understands. When I do feel like it, less rare, he knows just what I need to experience intense and multiple orgasms. Likewise, I know what to do to bring him to a climax, whether it is with my mouth, which I have grown to like since he introduced me to 69’s and blow jobs, or my cunt, which I still prefer. We have discussed, but not done anal, we have never felt that it would enhance what we already had.
I love the feeling that I get when Ben’s cock is inside me, he fills me right up and when he moves it the sensation is so intense that it is all I can do to hold back my orgasm. He has also developed the knack of stretching my orgasm so that once it starts I’m in heaven for several minutes. Several such elongated orgasms happened over the space of three hours before we went to sleep.
While Ben and I work in the same job, at the same place, we didn’t go to work together. I’m officially on leave, the real story is entirely different. Because I wasn’t going to work, I got up and made him breakfast of coffee, dry toast, and more coffee, he needed the lift after the small amount of sleep we had managed after our rectification exercise of the previous night.
“Are we set for tonight?” Ben asked as he left.
“Sure thing. Now you know what you have to do, and everything is set up?” He gave me a look like I had insulted him and left.
Sandy was on duty as I walked in. “He isn’t happy again.” She said, nodding towards the corner table.
He was wearing sunglasses to cover his shiner and he sat there ignoring everyone but me. Tonight was definitely going to be the night. I sat and drank steadily for an hour, becoming quite ‘inebriated’, talking loudly and overdoing the gestures as Sandy and I talked about nothing, which wasn’t easy on club soda.
I got up and walked unsteadily towards the Ladies room. He followed and caught up with me in the passageway and just as I was about to go into the Ladies room. “What have I done to you?”
“Like I told you the other night, nothing and I want to keep it that way.”
“Look I’m sorry if I upset you.”
“You didn’t upset me, your type never do.”
“What I’m trying to say is, how can I make it up to you?”
“You have nothing to make up.”
“But I still would like for us to bury the hatchet and start all over again. Let me buy you a drink.”
“That’s tha last thing I need right now, another drink. Let me use the toilet before I pee myself.” I walked into the cubicle and had my pee.
He was still there when I emerged. “Look, what do I have to do to get you to leave me alone?”
“Just let me buy a drink, and let’s talk this though, I’m sure that once you get to know, really know, me you won’t be so hard on me.”
“We’ll see about that. Okay, I’ll let you buy me one drink, and we’ll talk if that’s what you want, but that’s it, unless I say otherwise.”
We both sat at the bar, I wanted Sandy close by if he tried to do something stupid, we had a drink and we talked, at least he talked, he pleaded his case and I listened. Eventually I stood up. “Come one, I can’t bear to see a grown man grovel like this, let’s get it over with.” I did the speed dial thing for the cab and as we left the bar I put two fingers in my mouth and whistled.
“Why are we taking a cab, I have my car across the road.”
“You don’t honestly think that I’d get into your car alone with you do you?” He got in the back of the cab with me. His hand ‘casually’ edged toward my thigh. “Don’t even think about it.” I caught the cabbie’s smile in the rear view mirror.
We pulled up outside my apartment building and I led him through the front door and up in the elevator. If I had been in his shoes I think that I would have been wondering about all of that security.
As soon as we had gone into the building the cab driver put a call through alerting the person at the other end that we were on our way up.
I ushered him into the apartment and placed my bag on the table by the door. He made a grab for me as I walked towards my bedroom. I slapped his hand away. “Park it on the sofa while I slip into something more comfortable.” The last thing I wanted was for him to undress me and find the wire.
Ben was in the bedroom with a whole bank of screens and recorders. “You okay?”
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“Sure. Let’s do it.” I slipped out of my clothes and put a gown on that was so sheer that it might just as well have not been there, and walked into the other room. His eyes almost popped out of his head at the sight before him.
“Fuck, you look so sexy.” He headed towards my with his arms outstretched.
I allowed him to put his arms around me, I allowed him to kiss me, I didn’t allow him to slip his tongue into my mouth. Eventually I allowed him to fondle my breasts, to remove my gown and take my nipples into his mouth. I made appropriate noises to boost his ego and spur him on to greater endeavours, and to lose sight of the fact that I was very much in control.
I put my hand on his crotch and fondled his cock through the material of his trousers. He reached down and unzipped his fly and, taking my hand he inserted it into the gap. He had gone commando, as I had been told he would. I fondle his cock, skin on skin, and he got harder and harder. “Have you ever felt anything like that?”
“Well I’ve actually felt bigger, you know.”
“Probably on some black brother, but have you ever felt anything like that in white meat?”
“Like I said, but I could be wrong, I’ll just have to check it out.” I dropped to my knees in front of him and taking his balls in my hand I moved my head closer to get a better look at what was on offer. It wasn’t small but not as impressive as he would have me believe, still I had work to do.
I squeezed his balls hard. “What the fuck! You’re hurting me!”
Before he lost his hard on I bit his cock as hard as I could without drawing blood. “Fucking Hell! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
I spat his cock out. “Do I have your complete and undivided attention?”
He couldn’t speak, but he nodded his head so vigorously I thought he was in danger of shaking it off. I reached under the cushion of the sofa and removed a photograph, that of a young girl. “Do you recognise this girl?”
“Should I?”
“Take a closer look, a seriously closer look.”
“She looks familiar, but what’s this all about?”
“This girl was one of your Plan A girls.”
“What are you talking about ‘Plan A girls’?” Fear was beginning to creep into his voice.
“Plan A girls are those that you pick up on your first sweep of the bar. She stays a Plan A girl unless you lose interest and in that scenario you dump her and return for Plan B. This girl was your Plan A girl six months ago, I would have thought that you wouldn’t forget someone in that short time, especially as this girl fell pregnant to you, and when she, not more than three months ago, confronted you with the news, you told her to get an abortion and that you weren’t responsible for her stupidity in allowing herself to get pregnant. You also told her that it was none of your business what she did with the kid, you weren’t going to do anything to help.”
“I seem to remember a girl coming up to me and telling me something like that, but I couldn’t remember having fucked her, so I thought it was just someone trying to blackmail me for something that I didn’t do.”
“Something that you didn’t do! You told her that, even though you had only known her for a couple of hours, you loved her and would look after her, you offered her a new car, to pay the rent on her apartment, you even offered to marry her. Is that your standard line of bullshit?”
“Can I help it if girls are so overwhelmed by me that they are so gullible?”
“Who am I judge the girls. I’m here to punish you for the hurt that you caused to this girl, and believe me, you are going to be punished.”
“And just what do you think you can do to me? You have no proof of any of this.” A note of confidence was creeping into his voice. He was right, I didn’t have any proof, at least none that would stand up in court.
“What I’m going to do is this for starters.” I squeezed his balls and bit his cock again.
“Oh fuck!” He screamed as he tried to pull my head from his cock. I applied more pressure. “What do you want from me?” He screamed.
“This girl was young and naïve, you singled her out of a group of young girls, you flattered her, you plied her with drinks and you made her feel special, so special that she dumped her friends in favour of you. You took her to your apartment where you plied her with more drinks and where you had sex with her, not to put too fine a point on this, you fucked her. Surprisingly enough, the one thing that she was certain of during the whole episode was that she never orgasmed, although you came several times, not once did she.”
“So she didn’t come, so what? And what is your interest in this girl?”
“This young girl was my daughter Jacqueline. Jacqui was a bright student with a bright future, she was popular with her friends, she was popular with her teachers at school. And you, super stud, you took all of that from her. You sought her out from among her friends, you flattered her, you seduced her. Oh I’m not saying that you raped her, she allowed you to make love to her. And then you tossed her on the scrap heap like some piece of rubbish. You had no further use for her in your life, she was a potential embarrassment for you so you had to distance yourself from her.”
“So, what’s the big deal?”
“Because she got so depressed by the situation that she took her own life. She thought that she was bringing so much shame to her family that she couldn’t face up to us and tell us what had happened. I had to read about it in her suicide note. How do you think that made me feel, knowing that my daughter felt so ashamed of what had happened to her that she couldn’t come to me and talk to me about it. She bottled it up until the only way that she could see out of this was to end her life. Now do you understand why you and I are here?”
“What do you want from me? I can’t bring her back for you.”
“What I want from you is your admission that this happened and your apology to me and, while you’re at it you can apologise to all the girls that you have treated in a similarly shameful manner.”
“Fat chance of that ever happening. Fuck not again!” Hew screamed as I bit into his cock again.
“Wouldn’t it be easier for you just to apologise?” To emphasise my point I bit into him again.
“Fuck, All right! I’ll apologise, just don’t bite me again, I’m sorry for what I did for your daughter, I didn’t mean it to go that far. I’m sorry for the way that I’ve treated other girls. Now will you leave me alone?” I let him go and he stood there for several minutes massaging his cock before packing his gear away in his trousers.
I escorted him to the elevator. I used my key to open it and he scampered inside and as the doors were closing he shouted his abuse at me.
I rang the security guard to tell him that a man was coming down and to let him out. I also told him that there would be two people waiting outside and that he should let them in.
Ben came into the room. “That was fun. You really made him squirm.”
“You think he was squirming then, wait until I’ve finished with him, then you’ll really see him squirm.”
Sandy and Jake, the cab driver entered the room, “How’d it go?” Sandy asked.
“It was pretty to watch, Crystal had his balls in her hand and his cock in her mouth and she squeezed and bit him until he was screaming in agony. He gave in and apologised.”
“Now for the final part of Plan C.” I took the memory card from the video camera and inserted it into my computer. We watched it as it downloaded, the picture quality was great, you could even see his eyes bug out when I bit him.
Once I had downloaded it onto a file I accessed the Internet.
YOU tube can be a wonderful tool for revenge, within twenty four hours the site was getting as many hits as the Paris Hilton sex tapes had got at its peak. There was no need for Plan D.
The End
Vixen Gets Her Kicks
Asleep, comfortable at night, you lay snoring soundly. Your wife in deep slumber beside you, you feel something tug at your arm. A soft seductive voice calls your name. You stir gently, the voice beckoning, purring your name. You feel a hand searching under the blankets finding your leg she drags her nails up your thigh. You awaken fully to the realization that it is not your wife searching for you, but Vix. You open your eyes fully to find a dark figure kneeling beside the bed.
Vixen wants to play.
You pull yourself gently from the bed, facing the dark beauty before you. She pulls your arm and escorts you down the stairs. “Let’s go for a ride,” Vix says. You quickly dress with clothes you find in the laundry room., place shoes on your feet, and slip the keys from the hook by the door, not even making a sound.
Vix waits out by the car standing in the pale moonlight. You are surprised to see her attire. Though she’s usually dressed in some classy black dress, here she stands in a very short knit black skirt and a tube top. Her breasts seem to spill over the top. You look to see her in some sexy knee-high boots. It seems a little strange to find her looking this slutty, her hair a mess, her eyes deeply lined in black and her lips traced with the brightest of red lipsticks.
You hurry into the car, watching her slide into the seat next to you. You start the car and pull out of the driveway.
“Where would you like me to take you?” you ask curiously.
“I want to see where you work,” she says sliding her legs apart. Wanting to please her you nod yes and drive.
Vix takes your right hand from the steering wheel and slips two of your fingers into her eager pussy. You can almost feel her excitement through your fingers. She moves your hand slowly in and out, your fingers gliding into her. She moves your hand away and shoves your wet fingers into your mouth. You suck them until you can no longer taste her.
She puts your hand back on the steering wheel, and then slides her hand down your chest to your pants. She unzips them slowly and slides her hand into your boxers to find your cock aroused and waiting for her.
“Keep your eyes on the road,” she says mockingly as she unbuckles her seat belt and then leans her body over toward you.
You look up to the street before you, not a single car on the road. You feel Vix slide her mouth over your cock, her mouth wet, her tongue flicking at your head. She settles one hand at the base and one on your balls and tugs them roughly. She takes the whole thing into her mouth sucking hard. You take in a sharp breath as she bites at your cock, not enough to cause pain but just enough to let you know she wants you to feel something more than pleasure. She slowly slides her mouth up and down, biting the head of your dick occasionally. You moan softly.
“Watch the road,” she says pulling at your balls hard.
She begins sliding her mouth up and down faster and harder, hungrily taking in your cock. She moans loudly and the vibration sets you on the edge. You can feel the orgasm building within you. She stops suddenly and tickles your head again with her tongue and at the same time you pull the car into the company parking lot. “We’re here,” you offer, but not wanting her to stop. She sits up and you see that her lipstick is smeared. She looks even more disheveled and slutty.
“Let’s go look around,” she says opening her door and exiting the car before you can even protest. If someone notices you here with this slutty Vixen at your side, your marriage would be over, perhaps even your job. You zip up your pants reluctantly, crack open the car door, and climb out.
Vix walks quickly up to the door finding it unlocked and strolls in as though she owns the place. You know it’s unlikely anyone is here and you decide that even mentioning the unlocked door could just cause you problems. You pull the door open and find Vix waiting for you.
“Take me to the room where you work,” she says demandingly.
“Ok,” you say, “but know that I can get in some deep shit being here.”
She doesn’t even acknowledge you, turning quickly on her heels and stepping forward. You quickly head her off to lead the way down the hall. She pops you on the ass playfully.
You follow the hallway along, passing the other offices until you come to the cages. You slip your keys out of your pocket and open the caged door. Vix reaches around you and unzips your pants, pulling your now soft cock out. You open the door and stand next to her as she walks in. You glance over your shoulders and lock the door behind you.
Vixen walks to the back of the room into a doorway that leads to your tiny office. “Is this it,” she asks seemingly disappointed.
“Yes, ma’am,” you say.
Vix surveys the room and walks to your desk. She picks up your name plate and smacks it against the palm of her hand. “Take your pants off. No, no, leave that door open,” she demands as you attempt to shut it. You tilt your head but immediately obey. Your pants fall to the floor and you pull your shoes and your pants off and set them beside the desk. Vix walks behind you and stops. She places her hands on your ass and digs her nails in. “Bend your ass over,” she commands.
You lean far over the desk. She loosens her grip on your ass and leans over to your ear, " You know what I want." You simply nod. You spread your legs out a little bracing yourself against the desk. She spanks your ass with one hand lightly at first with small little taps. She watches your ass and says, “Mmmmm…”.
She switches the name plate into her dominant hand and pops you hard on the ass with it.
“Are you gonna give me what I want?” she asks.
“Yes ma’am.”
“Good, my little fuck boy. Stroke your cock now.”
You reach down taking your hardened cock and slide your hand along the shaft. She pops you on the ass again a little harder with the name plate. “Stroke it faster, bitch.”
You increase the speed as she walks around you, to the other side of the desk. She watches you closely and sits in your chair. She separates her legs showing you her hairless smooth pussy.
“See my pussy?”
You nod a yes.
“You can have this after you cum on your desk.”
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You stroke a little faster with this new incentive as you stare at her inviting pussy waiting there for you to touch it. She flips down her tube top.
“See my tits?” she asks pulling at her hard nipples, stretching them out some.
“Yes ma’am,” you mutter feeling so eager to suck on her nipples.
“Good,” she says.
Vix slides your name plate between her legs and props it there hiding her wet hole away from sight.
“Spit on your dick,” she commands you.
Your mouth dry, you lean up some and muster to spit on yourself. You look down to see white spittle dripping from the head of your cock. Vix laughs. “Keep stroking it!” she yells.
The lubrication makes it easier for your hand to glide. You feel close to cumming again. Her eyes meet yours and she seems to read the feeling swelling in you.
“Cum you fucking whore,” she says angrily. Her tits jiggle as she strains forward in almost a yell.
You watch them bounce slightly, the image caught in your mind. You cum hard on the desk. Your semen spills across the width and a small drop lands on Vixen’s thigh.
She looks down to the sticky wet spot on her leg and shakes her head in disappointment. “Come lick it up,” she says.
You walk around the desk, drop to your knees between her legs and lick slowly at her thighs, making sure to clean her well. She pulls at your hair and shoves your face close to the name plate placed in front of her pussy.
“Do you want to taste it?” she asks teasingly.
“Yes ma’am, please.”
“You need to beg me.”
“Please Ms. Vix, I need your pussy. I need to taste it. Please let me taste it. Can I have it please?” you say begging and meaning it. She moves the name plate, places it on the desk and shoves your face into her.
“Lick my pussy clean, fuck boy.”
You waste no time, smothering your face into her . You suck fiercely at her lips. She holds your head steady and props her legs up on the arm rests of the desk chair. You see the hood of her clit and explore it with your tongue. You suck on it, placing it between your teeth, tugging softly.
Vix guides one of your hands up and slides one of your fingers into her ass and the other deep inside her pussy. You flick your tongue repeatedly at her clit and slide your fingers in and out of her smoothly. She grips your hair tightly and shoves your face harder into her.
“Finger me harder. Use more fingers,” she says purring at you.
You fix your hand into a better position shoving two fingers into her ass and two into her pussy. You slide them in harder. Her pussy and ass tighten around your fingers and face. Her legs begin to quiver. You lick furiously at her clit, slamming your fingers into her, hoping that you are pleasing Ms. Vix. You know you are doing well as she begins moaning louder and shoving your face harder into her pussy. She throws her head back and moans a huge sigh as she cums. She pulls your hair, jerking your head back suddenly.
“Good boy, clean your face,” she says.
You stand up, grab a paper towel and wipe at your face reluctantly, her scent engulfing you. Vix pops up out of the chair and walks over to a shelf. She grabs some 550 cord that she has spotted and a gerber. She pulls you to the chair, pushes you into the seat and binds your feet to the chair. Vix kneels down at the desk and crawls beneath it.
Your dick is spent from cumming just a few moments ago so she slaps it hard. “Wake up,” she demands. Without an immediate response, she shoves your cock into her mouth anyway. She flicks her tongue on the head, then licks it up and down while looking up at you. You stare down at her and deep into her eyes. You both have the feeling of enjoyment and excitement and you read it in each other’s eyes.
“I’m going to suck you off, fuck boy. I’m going to make you cum again. I’m going to fuck you so hard. I’m gonna spank your ass until it’s red. You’re going to have to cum for me again and again tonight. You’re going to beg me to fucking stop. You’re going to cum so many times your cock is going to hurt. I am going to fuck you like the little bitch-ass whore that you are.”
Your cock hardens quickly at her speaking to you this way. You love the idea of her fucking you. She’s the only one who can turn you on with the things she does to you. Sometimes there is so much pain involved but it feels absolutely so good. You look down at the desk, her eyes on you, you see her tits moving with her as she slides your cock in and out of her mouth. You think of her suddenly as the hot slut who can’t get her fill.
You look at the paperwork scattered across your desk, figures from the day all waiting your attention for later. You suddenly notice a shadow in the doorway. Your heart pounds and just about jumps out of your chest.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” your supervisor asks sternly.
“Finishing some paperwork ,sir,” you offer quickly. Vix sucks hard at your cock, shoving it deep into her mouth. She pulls at it with her hands roughly. She pulls at your balls. She bears down on your cock, sliding her teeth along its shaft, making you almost wince.
“Oh, ok,” he begins, “So you just decide to come in at two in the morning?”
“Yes, sir. I couldn’t sleep knowing that I needed to get this done and to you as soon as possible,” you say.
Vix’s brutality with your cock doesn’t slack, if anything she gets rougher. You fight hard to keep a straight face.
“Did you hear the shit that Bill was saying this afternoon?” he asks trying to make conversation.
You try to think back but you are distracted by the pulling, tugging, and sucking of Vix at your cock.
“No, what did he say?” you ask wishing he would just go away.
Your supervisor goes into detail about some sordid affair that Bill is having with a young prostitute. Vix sucks eagerly and hard and his voice seems lost in the air about you. You try to listen nodding your head and try not to cum while he’s standing in the doorway of your office.
“That’s fucked up,” you say interjecting.
“Yeah, but he says the pussy is so good. He talked about fucking her all over his house, about treating her like a submissive little whore. Man, that mother-fucker went into detail. He had us all blushing. I can’t believe he’s doing this shit to his wife, but I guess when the pussy calls, you’ve got to have it.”, he says with a big belly laugh.
“Ha, ha,” you say snickering. “Yeah, I guess you can’t beat good pussy.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m gonna run. Have that shit on my desk in the morning. Let me know when you decide to come in here at night.” He walks out abruptly leaving you there with a hot pussy sucking your cock beneath the desk.
That was a close call; almost being caught at work with your domme sucking you off could have spelled absolute disaster. Relieved that he is gone you sigh loudly and find that you can no longer contain yourself. Your cock feels as though it’s on fire. Vix still angrily sucking doesn’t loosen her grip as you explode into her mouth. She sucks hard as though she is trying to remove every last drop of cum from you. You look down at her as she swallows the hot sticky cum down hard. She stands up, her tube top still flipped down, her nipples showing her excitement, her skirt still awkwardly pulled up to her waist showing her shaved pussy before you.
You absent mindedly touch your aching cock, red from Vix’s abuse.
“Don’t touch that cock,” she says angrily. She unties your ankles from the chair. “Here’s a list,” she says pulling from her purse, “find these things and shut and lock that fucking door.”
You obey her finding paperclips, more 550 cord, a small thin piece of pvc pipe, a long wide piece of pvc pipe, and a bungee cord. All of these things were strewn conveniently about your office and you have no trouble finding them. You place everything on the desk in the order of the list making sure it looks neat.
Vix watches, still not bothering to straighten her clothing. When you finish she pushes you against the desk and removes your shirt. You watch as she expertly creates a spreader bar by slipping the 550 cord through the long pvc pipe and binds your ankles to it. She pulls your hands behind your back and ties them together. She takes the loose ends around your waist and ties them tightly together. She takes another length of the cord ties it around your balls.
She moves toward the paper clips, small pvc pipe and bungee cord. She slides all but the bungee cord close to you on the desk. She picks up the bungee cord and removes the wire hook from one end and carefully unbraids it to the middle. She then ties the braids in the middle to prevent it from unraveling the rest of the way. Vix lays her new flogger on the desk then helps you get turned around.
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“Lean over the desk,” she demands.
She picks up the flogger and slaps her own thigh with it. It makes a faint slap. She swings it over again and slaps her pussy with it. You see her shiver.
“Open your mouth,” she says and she slides the small pvc pipe in. “Suck on it,” she says giggling.
You suck on the pipe obediently, Vix’s little fuck boy.
She picks up the paper clips and straightens them, then begins encircling your cock with them. She pokes at your thighs with one. Your skin dimples in from the pressure. She pokes you again with the paperclip then pops you softly across your thighs with the flogger. She alternates randomly between the paperclip and the flogger each time a little harder with both. She stops and slides the pipe in and out of your mouth.
“You like to suck on my pipe don’t you?” You nod. She crawls up onto your desk and spreads her legs before you.
“Fuck me with it,” she says grinning.
You nod a yes and slide the pipe into her pussy. The pipe slides out of your teeth some as it enters her.
“Bite down on it bitch. I’m gonna want you to shove it in me hard.”
You clench your jaw down on the pipe as hard as you can and slide it into her. She moans and picks up the flogger again. She pops you on the back with a smack. “That’s a good fuck boy,” she says.
You shove the pipe in and out of her pussy until she stops you and removes the pipe from your mouth. Your jaw aches from not daring to disappoint her or drop it. She gets her purse and climbs off the desk. She pulls something out and after a moment or two she sticks one hand on our ass and the other wet with something against your asshole.
“It’s my turn to do the fucking.”
She slides a dildo strapped to her hips into your ass carefully, the buzzing tells you that she has one with a clit vibrator and that she will enjoy this. She slides the dildo out and reaches for the cord left dangling from your balls. She tugs it some and slides the dildo in slowly. You sigh as it slides deep into your asshole. She tugs the cord and your balls are stretched backwards. She moans lightly and pulls the dildo out. Lubing it again she slides it deeper still, pulling the cord around your balls. Each time she pushes it into your asshole she moans as her clit gets pressed and vibrated.
Enjoying herself, Vix gets more excited and picks up the pace.
“You like me fucking you,” she says suddenly slapping your ass with her hand.
“Yes, ma’am,” you say.
“I’m gonna fuck you harder.”
She rams the dildo into your ass harder now. You take a deep sharp breath from the pain. She pulls it out and slams it into you again. She slaps your back. She pulls the cord as she shoves the dildo in again.
“Say you want it harder,” she almost screams in your ear.
“Please fuck me harder Ms. Vix,” you yell back. “Fuck my ass hard. Give it to me. Fuck me. Fuck me please,” you plead desperately despite the almost agonizing pain of your balls and asshole hurting.
Excited by your screams she rams the dildo faster into your ass.
“Fuck me, Pussy Queen. Fuck me like a bitch. Shove your cock into my asshole.”
Vix begins moaning loudly. Your moans begin to match hers. She pulls the cord around your balls.
“Fuck me Ms. Vix. Beat me Ms. Vix,” you say over and over again.
She shoves the dildo deep into you over and over again. She smacks your back with the flogger and then with her hand.
“Treat me like a bitch, my Pussy Queen,” you beg her. She fucks you until finally she collapses from an orgasm and lays over your back. Slowly she gets up from your back and grabs something from her purse again.
She shoves an anal plug into you and smacks your ass. “Wear this until you get home tonight,” she says.
Vix rounds the desk and takes off the strap on she was wearing. She unties you and removes the paperclips from around your cock. Finally free from your restraints you bow your head down.
“Get your clothes on fuck boy.”
Back at the car, you are relieved that you did not encounter your supervisor or anyone else for that matter. Vix immediately begins sucking your cock again. This time she is soft and sweet about it.
“One more fuck,” she says and springs into your lap. You lay the seat back as she straddles you and begins wildly fucking you hard. She slaps you across the face as your cock raises up to meet her wet pussy. She permits you to suck on her tits and you absolutely revel in it. Once you have both cum again, she climbs back into her seat. “Take me back to your house,” she says.
You drive back in silence sliding your hand onto her thigh. She shoves your fingers into her pussy.
“Thank you Ms. Vix,” you say having truly enjoyed the fucking she gave you.
She nods, “You’re a good fuck boy.”
You smile, pleased that you did well. You pull your car into the drive way. She steps out of the car. “Come on, I’ll walk you in,” she says. You both enter the still house and go up the stairs. She tiptoes behind you.
“Lean over the bed and I’ll take the plug out,” she says just before you enter the door of your room where your wife lays sleeping. You lean over and she pulls the plug out. You sit down on the bed and Vix kneels in front of you. You undress before her, trying carefully not to wake your wife. Vix licks at your cock and then encloses her mouth around it.
Your wife suddenly stirs. “Did you go somewhere?” your wife asks sleepily.
“Yeah, had to go into work and finish some paperwork,” you say looking down at Vix. Your wife places a soft hand on your back.
“Ok baby, go to sleep,” she says. Vix sucks hard at your cock.
“I will baby,” you say. Vix pulls away and lays close to the floor. You fall asleep knowing she’ll leave quietly and you will see her soon.
The End
Heather: The Beginning
Heather was trying to concentrate on her task, but as with everything he had her do, it was intentionally difficult. The task itself was simple, take the 12" by 12" pavers from where they were laid out and move them across to another marked area and copy the pattern. The challenge was the way she had to do it.
They were out in the desert, the odometer said it was 50 miles since they left the road. It was over 100 degrees out, she was naked, her ankles bound with an 18" chain attached to her ankle cuffs. Her wrists are also cuffed with a 13" chain. The only other thing she has on are a pair of slip on 7" platform heels. When she picks up the paver she is to spread her legs to the width of the chain, bend at the knees, back straight and reach down with her hands and pick the paver up. She is to carry the paver horizontal to the ground with her arms outstretched in front of her. When she gets to the new area she is to repeat the process in placing the paver. She has 30 minutes to move the 15 pavers about 100’ to their new location.
Heather’s mind wanders, it always does, it is one of the many traits he is working on improving in her. She remembers when she first met him. He was so confident, successful, powerful, and she wanted him. She had always wanted to marry into power and money, the quintessential gold digger, but this was not what she had fantasized about!
The sun beat down on her naked form, sweat pouring from every gland on her body. She had moved five pavers and was a mess. It was difficult to make the short steps from the restriction of the chain on her ankles only amplified by the 7" platform heels on the uneven desert floor. Her leg muscles burned from the squatting, lifting and walking. Her back and arms ached from holding the pavers outstretched. Her eyes burned from the bright desert sun. Yet, even all that was not enough to keep her mind focused on her task.
The first time he picked her up for a date she was enamored with everything about him. He rolled up in a 12 cylinder Mercedes S64 AMG. He opened the door for her as she slid into the luxury of leather seats. The restaurant was five star French, He ordered for her. He took her to the most exclusive club in town where she partied all night long as He watched her, studying everything about her. She was oblivious to the fact that He was evaluating her potential, just like he had in business.
The business that was now reaping him the rewards of all his discipline and hard work. Their second date was a flight in his private jet, a Boeing BBJ, to Las Vegas to catch a show and a high roller game. He staked her into a no limit poker game, where he, again, evaluated her performance. What he saw was a girl who knew how to use her body as a tool to get what she wanted. She ran through money like it was water. She wanted nothing more than the thrill of the moment and had no problem in doing what she thought she needed to get there. He was going to change that.
He called out the five minute warning as she picked up one of the three pavers left. It was crunch time, time to ignore the pain, to push herself to achieve the goal. It was time to show what she was made of and she did just that. She was so busy thinking about that trip to Vegas where she had five guys eating from her hand at the poker table that she let the paver slip from her grasp. It fell to the ground and now with less than five minutes left she would have to pick it up and take it back and start over. So she fell to her knees crying and quit. She could hear him laughing,
“I’ll bet you were thinking about the poker game again, weren’t you? Well, all the titty peeks and lip licking will not help you out of this.” “ON YOUR FEET!!” HE yelled at her, “HEAD UP, ARMS BEHIND YOUR HEAD, SPREAD THOSE LEGS, PULL THOSE ELBOWS BACK!!” He continued to yell at her. He walked over to her with a five gallon cooler and poured the ice cold water over her body. She screamed as the cold penetrated her body making her nerves peak with activity at the sudden stimulation. Her nipples were as hard a rocks, her skin immediately covered in goose bumps. He continued to rant at her about her failure, but even that could not keep her mind focused.
She drifted back to the weekend at the spa. He had sent a limousine to pick her up for a luxurious weekend at an exclusive spa. She remembered all the famous faces she saw there, none knowing she was not of them. The massages, a facial, the body scrub and waxing. The soaks in the mud bath, the pedicure and manicure were all she could think of. That is what she had fantasized about, that is how she was suppose to be living. She never realized that he had read her from the start and had so easily lead her, all the carrots on a stick in front of her, along the path to where she was today. She was reaping the rewards of her willingness to do what it took to get what she never really appreciated.
He mind screeched back to the present as she felt it slide into her anus. He had purchased a couple of motivators that she hated. They are inflatable dildos and the first one was entering her ass, soon to be followed by the one for her vagina. He would stand there and make her look at him, watch him as he slowly squeezed the bulbs inflating the dildos, ever increasing her discomfort into pain. Once again Heather found herself “back to the basics” as he called it. She was a woman with three holes, meant solely to provide him with pleasure. Today his pleasure was filling her anus and vagina up, sealing them off and taking his cock and using her mouth and throat for his relief. It was unfortunate for her that his relief would take some time.
Most of the women he enjoyed loved his endurance, Heather had developed a healthy distaste for it. If only she could learn to pay attention, her life would be so much easier, but for today he would simply use her, no need for her mind to be anywhere. Although he did notice that her eyes would respond about five seconds after he had stuffed his cock into her throat and clamped her nose. He would look on with fascination as her eyes grew bigger and bigger the longer he held off her ability to breath. The muscles of her throat were out of her control and they were massaging his cock in such a wonderfully delightful way it was ashame to have to pull out, but he was not one to dispose of such a treat so readily. He knew the value of what he had, even if she did not.
The End