“Joyce, you failed me. You came when I told you not to. For your punishment, you will be paddled while you clean Marcia’s cunt. Until you have cleaned all my cum from her, both inside and out, and she has cum, the paddling will continue.”
The first slap of the paddle hit and Joyce let out a low moan. As she leaned down to lick at the cunt in front of her, her ass thrust out to meet the second slap. She gave a tentative lick at the mixture of fluids. Joyce was no stranger to either pussy juice or cum, but this was the first time she had tasted both together. The taste was nothing to write home about, but the moans that came from Marcia were like music to Joyce’s ears.
The warmth caused by the paddling was spreading slowly through Joyce’s body and each blow nudged her face into the cunt she was lapping at. The individual strokes from the paddle weren’t terribly hard, but the accumulated sensations were becoming increasingly intense. As the minutes passed, Joyce was surprised to find that the sensations from licking a pussy, including the tastes, were becoming more pleasurable. Even more shocking was her steadily increasing arousal.
Yes, the paddle hurt, but the pain, which had been slowly increasing (even though the blows never increased in force) was now producing a delicious warmth in her cunt. That warmth was, in turn, driving her sensual desire onward. Joyce felt like she could cum from just the paddling, if she could make it go long enough. She kept her attention to Marcia’s cunt slow and steady, trying to maintain the woman’s arousal at a constant level.
By now, there seemed to be no more cum left in Marcia. The bound submissive was writhing under Joyce’s inexperienced, yet impassioned tongue. The black woman was moaning constantly, with an occasional, “Please,” that begged for her orgasm. Charles smiled at the natural talent for sensual torture that Joyce was displaying again. Her earlier torture of Valerie had belied her inexperience. Joyce’s ass was a bright red and Charles’ blows were actually lighter than those he had started with. He was dragging Joyce’s arousal out just as she was dragging Marcia’s. Both woman were in tears, Joyce from the constant low level pain she was under and Marcia from the unmet need.
Marcia had reached the point of babbling incoherently with desire. Charles decided it was time to bring both ladies to their respective climaxes.
“Joyce, when Marcia cums, you may cum.”
With that promise, Joyce licked at the swollen clit she had been ignoring. Marcia screamed at the first touch, her primed body exploding in an orgasm. Her hips bucked and she strained against her bonds. Charles stopped his paddling and Joyce’s head flew up.
‘No! Don’t stop, please, just a little more, I need a little more."
“Keep licking! I want her begging for you to stop.”
Joyce bent back to her task, licking at the cunt in front of her, letting it buck against her face. She sucked the light flow of fluid from Marcia’s pussy and let her tongue delve deep into the cunt. Marcia’s orgasm was trying to ease, but Joyce’s continuing attention kept it going far longer than Marcia wanted. Her clit throbbed in pain at each additional contact. Marcia tensed at the intensity, wanting it to stop and to continue at the same time.
Marcia called this torture the endless orgasm. It wasn’t really endless, but her body convulsed never the less. She craved the exquisite pain from having her overly sensitive clit stimulated after an orgasm. Such attention, while agonizing, was usually good for two or three more climaxes in quick succession. Today was no exception. Her second climax tore a scream from her throat as Marcia’s back arched, forcing her cunt hard against Joyce’s face.
That was when Charles plunged his cock into Joyce’s pussy with a command of, “Don’t stop, slave.” As soon as she was aware of what was happening between her legs, Joyce thrust her hips back, striving to impale herself more fully on the cock she needed. She moaned into Marcia’s cunt, driving the woman even crazier with lust than she already was. Joyce was so ready for this fuck that she was over the top in short order. The cunt in her mouth muffled her screams, but those same screams sent Marcia on another orgasmic ride.
Marcia started to cry for mercy. “Please, no more, it’s too much.”
Charles, however, commanded, “Don’t stop, take her further, make her cum again.”
Joyce, barely recovered from her own orgasm, continued to lick at Marcia’s cunt, finding the cries of pain from the bound woman exciting. The cock filling her pussy and driving her face into Marcia’s cunt was glorious. Soon, Joyce was approaching her second orgasm from his fucking. Marcia’s anguished cry at her next orgasm sent Joyce off. A hand pulled her head up by her hair. It was only then that she could make out Marcia’s words.
“Red light, Master, please red light.”
As Joyce’s own orgasm started to fade, Charles came in her cunt, groaning as he did. Joyce could feel his cum pulse into her pussy and she wiggled her ass in pleasure.
“Marcia, how are you?”
“I’ll…I’ll be okay, Master. Thank you for the endless orgasm.”
“How are you Joyce?”
“I’m…That was the best sexual experience I’ve ever had. Reality is even better than fantasy.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. Is there anything more you want?”
“May I clean your cock?”
Charles laughed. “Of course you may. Let’s get you untied.”
Charles untied her from the table and retied her hands behind her back. Kneeling, Joyce took his cock into her mouth and lovingly licked the mixture of fluids off him. Once he was clean, Marcia was untied and they headed for the shower room to clean up. Joyce knew she had entered a new level in her sexuality. The pleasures she had enjoyed tonight were not ones she could walk away from. She would be back to Mephisto’s. She recalled the thrill of hearing Marcia beg for her to stop. She wondered what it would feel like to be wielding the paddle instead of receiving it. She would have to try that sometime. That, however, was the future. Tonight, she needed to crawl into bed and recover from her exertions. Someday, yes someday soon, Joyce Langston would be back.
The End
Coming Home
After a week of flirting with the fearsome Scots it was time to board the train home. The station was far more modern than one may have expected. Thanks to the constant threat of those with exploding devices there were cameras everywhere and very few places to loiter. Nevertheless, Diana wanted to start their return trip with something a little different. For the past week she had been enjoying the men and women who shared her nights at the sex club, “Club Grotto”. Becca on the other hand had been fitted with a chastity belt. She was allowed to “do to others” only what Diana permitted, no-one but Diana was allowed to “do to her”. As with many things, it’s not what you know, but who you know that gets you places. Diana knew someone, who knew someone, who could get both her and Becca passed security and into the office complex where the stationmaster and other executives worked.
Diana and Becca stood at the stationmaster’s door. Becca took off her long coat to reveal an almost see-through dress. It was short, white and very tight. Anyone could have seen her nipples pressing against the soft fabric, and the deep brown of her lovely round areolas through the soft weave. Had she not maintained a perfectly waxed sex a passing glance could easily detect a telling shadow through her dress. As it was Becca’s legs cast a perfect silhouette and when the light was right behind her, the outline of her pussy lips could easily be seen. Diana lay Becca’s coat over her arm and then knocked politely on the office door.
‘Come in,’ came the reply.
Diana opened the door allowing the light to stream through Becca’s dress so as to reveal as much of her shape as possible. Becca hesitated just long enough to see a hansom, fifties something man sitting by his desk. The stationmaster’s eyes traced her form up and down. From the stunned look on his face and the fact that he didn’t get up to greet his guests, Diana deduced that he was no longer fully in control of his senses. Half of her work was already done. Diana ushered Becca inside.
‘Stationmaster, we are here as part of a training program, that prepares young women for certain, let’s say diplomatic duties.’
‘Oh good, err… how canni help yer?’
‘Get down on your knees.’ Diana’s voice was authoritative.
Becca immediately obeyed Diana’s command.
‘Don’t be alarmed. This is Becca and she’s my apprentice cock sucker.’
The stationmaster’s eyes followed Becca to her knees.
‘Yer apprentice wa?’ came his lusty brogue.
‘Hmmm…’ Diana ignored his question. ‘She is in her fourth year and nearing graduation.’
‘Graduation?’ his question beggared belief.
‘Yes she has only to pass a few more assignments, like the one, and she will have earned a place in our nation’s most erotic… I’m sorry, I meant exotic national service.’
Diana may as well been speaking Greek as the stationmaster didn’t appear to hear a word she said. When Becca got down on her knees her tight skirt rode up so that her bare pussy peeked out from beneath its hem. He couldn’t help himself, he just stared at her crotch, oblivious to everything else going on. Encouraging the blood to drain from his brain Becca began walking toward him, on her knees. Her skirt rode up higher and her pussy lips seesawed. The stationmaster’s eye’s were filled to the brim.
‘Ahem,’ Diana coughed loudly, finally catching his attention.
The well built civil servant looked up at Diana. Happy to have his attention she smiled and said,
‘She is here to suck your cock.’ Diana’s voice sounded so very matter of fact, that her declaration sounded bizarrely correct, as though Becca was performing an official duty or fulfilling a parliamentary order.
‘I really am quite good,’ Becca smiled, her heart beating a thousand miles an hour. ‘Would you like me to unzip your pants, or would you like to…’
Becca stopped in mid sentence as the burly Scot strove to free himself. He leant well back in his chair in an attempt to take the pressure off the offending fastener.
‘Here let me,’ Becca said, as much out of frustration as desperation. ‘You have such chunky hands.’
Becca smiled inwardly wondering if the old adage were true. Within moments she had undone his button, and unzipped his trousers. All the while Becca hoped that her handy work was going to be rewarded.
‘Y fronts,’ she exclaimed as though they were something of a rarity.
All the men at the Grotto where they stayed wore nothing at all beneath their kit.
Diana enjoyed the sight of her young trainee rummaging about in a perfect stranger’s underwear in search of what she believed would be an impressive find. Within seconds Becca pulled out a cock, that while not fully inflated, was as burly as it’s owner. Becca’s mouth enveloped its head even before it reached full size.
‘Oh gawd,’ he moaned.
Diana’s brow quickly developed a deep furrow as the man began to huff and puff. Becca had hardly managed to swallow his length, which was a not overly impressive six and a half inches, into her throat when he pushed her away. His thick cock sprang up and spurted a single stream of cum high into the air.
‘Oh, Oh Gawd…’ he cried as though done an injury.
His cum fell to an ignoble end, unceremoniously spattering on the floor between Becca’s knees. His balls went into spasm again and again, but no more than a few drops of cum dribbled down from his cock. Becca sat back, disappointed, she had lost her appetite.
‘Well done,’ Diana exclaimed. ‘I think a “C plus” is in order, however, next time we will need to find something more like a slow and steady freight train rather than the express service. Nevertheless, well done.’
‘Thank you Mistress,’ was Becca’s only response.
The stationmaster tucked himself away as Becca rose to her feet. Just for a moment she stood with her feet at shoulder width, her skirt hitched up and her lovely pussy right in front of him. Despite her disappointment Becca smiled, then turned around, widened her stance, bent over, and adjusted the strap on her high heel shoe. Disbelief flashed across the stationmaster face. The most perfect round bottom, and pussy without so much as a single pubic hair to hide behind, completely exposed right in front of him.
‘You’re such a tease,’ Diana laughed.
Becca stood up, slid her skirt down over her hips and headed for the door. The stationmaster was just as shocked to see the two sexy women turn and leave as he was to see them come in only a minute or so before. Then they were gone, forever a strange and erotic memory.
♂♀
The train rattled as it crossed the many junctions on its way out of the city. Traversing the suburbs was the slow part of the journey, soon they would be speeding toward London. Diana seemed to squirm in her seat, frustrated by the unresolved sexual tension that had been building in her from early that morning. The episode with the stationmaster was no accident, but she had anticipated a far richer encounter. As she recounted her disappointment she thought how lucky she was not to be some poor woman wedded to a ten second wonder, never knowing the thrill of a good hard shag that lasted the best part of an hour.
‘Are you alright?’ Becca asked having noticed Diana’s constant fidgeting.
‘I’m fine… why?’
‘Oh it’s nothing,’ Becca lied.
‘It must be something,’ Diana demanded.
‘It’s just that you appear uneasy, you know fidgeting and stuff.’
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Diana locked her fingers together and lay them in her lap as though to still the storm. But the storm still brewed beneath.
‘I’m just… I’m just so horny that I could… well I don’t know what.’ Diana’s inner tension was more apparent than ever.
‘Would you like me to… ahem… help you out?’ A wicked tone filled Becca’s voice.
‘That would be nice, but how about we go find another stranger.’
‘Your erotic wish is my command, Mistress.’
‘Great.’
Diana locked the cabin door, turned, took Becca by the hand and led her down the narrow passage. Diana whispered her wicked plan into Becca’s ear. Once at the bar they separated, Diana perched herself on a stool in the corner and watched Becca do her thing. She’s so sweet, this should only take a few minutes, Diana told herself. A number of men and a few woman appeared to have noticed Becca’s surprisingly erect nipples tenting the soft fabric of her blouse. Becca made eye contact with one after another, but most of them turned away embarrassed at being caught ogling her lovely breasts.
After no more than ten minutes of flirtatious behavior Becca had her first success with a thirty something banker. She was tall and dark and had the most remarkable green eyes. Their eyes met and lingered, Becca knew she was the one. Becca maintained eye contact, stroked her hair, uncrossed and re-crossed her legs and then the tall dark woman got up from her seat, strode toward her and without as much as an introduction asked her to dinner. After accepting the invitation Becca glanced toward Diana who gave her that knowing look. Becca saw Diana head back to the cabin. With Diana gone Becca lavished her undivided attention on the hansom stranger. The banker was a fast mover, apparently she was disembarking at three in the morning and had no time to waste. Still, Becca was surprised when, before the main course had even arrived, she felt the woman’s foot nuzzle up between her legs, her toes rummaging in Becca’s soft pink folds. The banker’s eye’s brightened up when she realized that Becca was neither wearing any panties, nor had a single hair on her silky smooth pussy. As planned Becca invited her conquest back to the cabin where Diana was waiting.
Pressing Becca up against the wall, the banker kissed her. They may have escaped the confines of the dinning car, but there were still plenty of prying eyes. Becca took her hand and led her down the passage toward the next carriage. When they reached the door at the end of the carriage the banker again pressed Becca to the wall, only this time she stood behind her, her hot breath on Becca’s neck, her hand reaching up under her skirt, between her legs, her fingers finding Becca’s sex wet and inviting. Becca arched her back and turned her heels out as the banker’s fingers explored her hungry folds. Long fingers plunged into Becca’s interior, not once but over and over as they stood together at the end of the carriage. Becca knew that she had to take charge or Diana’s plan would not work.
‘Are you all right miss?’ came a warm masculine voice.
Becca turned,
‘Yes thank you. In fact I’m better than alright. My lover was just about to drop to her knees and kiss me properly. You are more than welcome to watch,’ Becca’s boldness caught herself by surprise.
The man stammered as Becca put her hand on the banker’s shoulder and pushed her downward, hoisted her skirt then lifted one leg. Her clean waxed pussy was the most beautiful of sights, pink, swollen and covered with her own special lubricant. Becca’s eyes sparkled as she looked from her nakedness to the bewildered stranger.
‘It’s okay. I want you to look,’ her voice smiled, sweet and inviting.
The man’s eyes fell toward the paradise he would never know as the banker’s kisses began to caress the softness of Becca’s lips. An erection tented his trousers. His face went red, but still he watched the tall dark woman’s tongue slide up and down Becca’s slit.
‘Slide your tongue into my vagina,’ Becca said, making sure the man could hear.
The banker did as she was told.
‘Now I want you to watch your fingers as you slide them into me. In and out seven times, remove them and present them to me so that I can lick them clean.’
The woman stopped fucking Becca with her tongue, sat back and watched as she drove her fingers in, out and in again. She was careful to count seven thrusts before removing her fingers. As she reached her hand up toward Becca’s lips, Becca took her hand in hers and began to lick her own juices off them. Becca kept her gaze fixed on the man who was watching. He was mesmerized. Becca made sure she smeared the taste of her pussy all over her lips, before giving up the banker’s hand.
Becca dropped her leg, allowing her skirt to fall about her thighs, covering her divine form.
‘You can stand up now,’ was all she said as she moved toward her audience of one.
Becca’s hips swayed ever so seductively with each step, her eyes swam with desire, and her voice was like the sirens of old, alluring to the point of torment.
‘Thank you for your concern. Had I been in trouble I would be forever in your debt.’ Becca’s arts were those of a Goddess.
‘Oh ahh…’ the man was speechless.
‘Shhh…,’ Becca pressed a single finger to her lips, then put her hand on his shoulder and stretched up on her toes and kissed him, gently, sweetly on the lips. He opened his mouth just a little as his desire threatened to overcome him. The taste of her pussy drove him wild, but then it was over. Becca stood down, smiled, pivoted on one foot and headed for the door. The man stood motionless watching as Becca took the banker by the hand and disappeared from view.
No sooner had Becca opened the door than the banker saw Diana, laying cuffed and naked on the floor.
‘Oh my God you really are amazing,’ the banker gushed.
‘That, my dear, goes without saying.’ Becca was playing her part well.
‘I’ve never had a threesome before.’
‘And you won’t be having one tonight. Like you, she is for my pleasure alone.’
The tall dark woman with the stunning green eyes didn’t know what to do. But, in for a penny, in for a pound, whatever Becca commanded she would obey.
Diana had miscalculated just a little, she never intended to miss out twice in a row. But powerless to intervene, Diana lay helplessly on the floor while Becca made love to the tall dark woman.
‘Take off your clothes,’ Becca’s command was precise.
The banker undressed. Becca watched intently, which, she noted, the banker seemed to like. First she undid the buttons down the front of her blouse, pulled it from the waistband of her slacks and let it fall from her shoulders. The Banker’s breasts were incredible, perky, her nipples were almost black, standing tall and thick. Each nipple was a mouthful. Her green eyes darted toward the zip on the side of her slacks, watching her fingers undo the catch and then slide it down. Becca was not her only audience, Diana also enjoyed watching her performance. Once her zip was down the banker’s lovely eyes focused on Becca, then and only then, did she push her tight slacks down. Rocking her hips from side to side she slowly revealed the loveliest lime green lace panties Becca had ever seen. They looked superb against her beautiful dark skin. Her trousers fell to the floor and she stepped out of them, bent down, picked them up and lay them carefully on the end of the bed.
Just a few short curly hairs snuck out from the sides of her panties betraying her unshaven state.
‘Before you take them off, I would like to see you turn around.’
‘Your wish.’ Her silky words were accompanied with a slight nod.
The lovely tall stranger turned slowly on the spot, stopped with her back toward Becca, shifted her weight from one leg to another, swaying her round bottom from side to side and then completed her turn. Becca loved the way the lace pants covered her lovely curvaceous bottom. Far more sexy than a g-string, Diana thought as she lay looking up at the bright green on chocolate brown.
‘You can take them off now,’ Becca’s desire laced through every syllable.
The banker widened her stance, ran her hand over her crotch and then around to her buttocks before bringing them to her sides. Her thumbs slid gracefully between her skin and the waistband urging the adorning cloth from her spectacular body. As she lowered her pants she bent forward and looked down. Her pussy was covered with short tightly curled hair. She moved her feet together as her pants fell to the floor, stepped out of them with one foot and lifted them, dangling from the other, to her waiting hand. Becca put out her hand. The banker yielded and handed them over. Becca smiled then put them to her face and breathed deeply through her nose.
‘Nice fragrance.’
‘Thank you… ummmm…’
‘You can refer to me as “Mistress”.’
The banker smiled, as though they were playing a game of “Doctors and Nurses”, then in a slightly shy voice said,
‘Thank you Mistress.’
‘Now turn around, bend over and spread your legs,’ Becca’s voice was more sultry than before.
‘Yes Mistress,’ the banker woman smiled to herself.
Her bottom was well rounded, firm and tight. She bent forward, and spread her legs so Becca could see her dark mound and short velvety hair.
‘Spread your cheeks, I want to see your pussy open.’
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The banker pressed her knees against the seat, reached around behind her and pulled her arse cheeks apart. Her pussy responded immediately. Dark skin highlighted the bright pink gash that opened below her vagina. She was really beautiful, dramatic and enthusiastic.
Diana watched from the floor, amazed at Becca’s control. Becca admired the incredible sight before her. The banker stood bent over, holding her sex well open, for Becca’s pleasure. Becca stepped to the side, allowing Diana to see as she started to molest her first ever conquest. Her hands slid up and down the banker’s bottom sliding them over the banker’s hands, then down between her cheeks, over her anus and between her legs. The woman was wet, and her sex was aromatic. Becca resisted only a few extra moments before sliding her tongue up the slippery pink track. She closed her eyes as her senses were filled to overflowing. Becca stopped licking, closed her mouth and again breathed in deeply through her nose. The banker’s scent was lovely. Her pheromones were accelerants to Becca’s fiery desire. Her tongue dove deep into the banker’s tight hole again tasting her bounty.
Becca look a step toward Diana then dropped down to lick at the banker’s clit. Happily Becca’s hand reached Diana’s anxious sex. Diana was so aroused, her pussy ached with desire. Becca’s fingers were nice, but Becca avoided bringing her to orgasm.
‘I want you to lean forward so that I can fuck you,’ Becca’s wish was more than welcomed.
The banker released her grip and her cheeks bounced together temporarily closing her gaping sex. Becca reached for her bag and extracted a large double ended toy and a leather waist band and socket. Within moments she had inserted one end of the dildo into her own pussy and tightened the strap around her waist. She parted the banker’s cheeks with the massive toy, pressed its head against her wetness and allowed it to slip through her fingers and into the banker’s vagina. The tall black woman had never been fucked by another woman wearing a strap on before. It was different, it was erotic. No sooner had Becca reached her depth, than she pulled out and ordered the woman to turn around, lay back on the seat, raise and spread her legs. Becca watched enthusiastically as her strap-on masculinity disappeared into the woman’s interior.
‘Oh god that feels so good,’ the banker moaned.
The dildo spread her wide as it pressed ever deeper into her body. Becca delighted in watching her ‘meat’ slide in and out. Becca noticed that every time she withdrew the dildo from the banker’s tight vagina her inner lips were dragged back, funneling around the shaft like a flange tight around a pipe. She loved the sight of the woman’s labia being pushed in with every thrust almost as much as seeing her dark pink flange trailing the shaft as she pulled it out. Becca had to stop watching the dildo going in and out as the erotic sight combined with the jiggling dildo pushed deep inside her own sex threatened to send her over edge.
Becca loved the sensation that the double headed dildo gave her, pushing and pulling deep in her own sex as she fucked the stranger. The bend in the dildo created an unusual angle. With every thrust the dildo pushed against the back of her vagina and every time she withdrew the dildo from the dark banker’s hole it pulled hard against the front wall of her vagina, increasing the sensation in her clitoris. Becca had to resist coming, hopefully she could last until the moment the banker rolled her eyes and curled her toes.
The banker’s nipples created a feast, big and full, her areolas were so dark and puckered that her nipple rose an inch or more, thick and hard. No sooner had Becca started sucking them than the banker started moaning,
‘Fuck me harder, please harder.’
Becca loved the power she had over this woman, but knew the sound of desperation when she heard it. She eased off on her nipples in exchange for faster and more powerful thrusts. Within less than a minute the beautiful banker woman was reeling in ecstasy. A magnificent orgasm ripped through her from her engorged pussy up her spine, through her very being, her eyes filled with flashing lights as she squeezed them tight, like sky rockets exploding in air. Her mind was filled with pleasures she had never felt before. Becca was so close to her own orgasm, but slowed down to extend the banker’s pleasure. Becca was the most generous of lovers. The banker’s moans became much quieter as Becca’s thrusts slowed. Becca lent forward and sucked one of her lovely big nipples into her mouth and suckled like a child. The banked put her arms around Becca, cradling her and pulling her closer her, pressing Becca’s mouth onto her lovely spires. Becca savored the sensation, as the banker moved her sweet mouth to her other breast. Becca sucked with a renewed vigor as she started rolling her hips back and forth. Unlike a man, a girl like Becca wearing a strap-on doesn’t need to wait to get hard again, she just fucks at will.
‘Oh God,’ the banker moaned as her pleasure soared.
Within moments she was approaching another orgasm. Becca couldn’t believe it, but the banker’s body responded so quickly that she was reached orgasm without hardly any stimulation. Diana hoped that Becca recognized her partner’s need to be screwed mercilessly. Unlike the first time, Becca didn’t slow down. She thrust the big dildo in so hard and fast that she quickly approached her own orgasm. The banker gasped for breath as her orgasm subsided only to reach another more powerful orgasm. Becca pounded the thick rubber cock into her lover, harder and faster, her breasts bouncing wildly. The pain Becca felt in her hips held her orgasm at bay while the banker writhed beneath her. Sweat covered Becca’s perfect body, her breast heaved and her belly rose and fell like an athlete after a long race. Desperate to give the banker one last and more incredible orgasm, while pumping the big eight inch dildo in and out of her already satisfied hole, Becca slipped her left hand down between the banker’s legs and forced two fingers into her vagina. As her already full vagina stretched to accommodate the new invaders, Becca took hold of the woman’s enormous left nipple and squeezed, pulling as hard as she could.
The banker squealed a kind of breathless plea for mercy then gasped again as another orgasm began to tear through her consciousness. Becca could feel the tension build in her lover’s body. The dildo was harder to push in as the banker’s vagina clenched tightly around it. Becca thrust faster and deeper, curled her fingers up pressing hard against the banker’s g-spot. The banker’s breaths were so fast and shallow that Becca may just as well been strangling her. Her climax grew until she finally stopped breathing altogether. She reached a plateau she never knew existed as the most powerful, mind blowing orgasms washed over her. She was so filled with pleasure that she drifted from consciousness then passed out.
Becca slowed her pace, then, when she realized what had happened, withdrew her fingers and dildo, checked for a pulse and then listened for a heart beat. The banker’s heart was beating so fast Becca couldn’t count them.
‘She’ll be fine,’ Diana’s voice rose from the floor.
‘Are you sure?’
‘Positive, just give her a minute or so, her breathing will return to normal and she’ll regain consciousness. She probably won’t remember anything other than the best sex any human has ever encountered.’
‘What..? I mean what do you mean?’ Becca implored.
‘Sex doesn’t get any better than “so powerful you pass out.”’
‘Oh… I see what you mean.’ Becca felt slightly more assured.
‘Some women pass out all the time, others never do. But I think this may be the first time she has had really great sex and probably the first time she ever passed out. So when she wakes, don’t say anything that may scare her.’
‘Yes Mistress,’ Becca was happy to assume her normal role.
A moment or two later the banker started to moan and then opened her eyes. Becca stroked her face. Smiled and said,
‘Where did you learn to do that to a girl?’
‘I had a good Mistress, who knew just how to fuck a girl.’ Becca grinned, both relieved and flattered.
The banker had a quick shower, got dressed kissed Becca and dashed to the door. But before leaving, she turned and threw her green lace panties to Becca.
‘Something to remember me by,’ her wicked smile went all the way to her lovely green eyes.
Becca smiled, knowingly, as the tall dark banker closed the compartment door behind her and ran toward her own compartment.
The End
The Waitress Who Couldn’t Wait
She’d had her eye on him for quite a while now. He came in to the coffee shop regularly with a group of noisy, laughing students from the Business School. He smiled at their antics, but rarely took part, seemingly more reserved. He’d attracted her attention as he was the lone Indian boy, in a group of the usual white Americans. He was his early twenties maybe, just shy of six feet with masses of black hair and dark brown eyes. She felt drawn to him; she felt he was lonely even though he was part of this crowd.
Recently he’d taken to staying behind for a while after his friends had left. She had noticed him watching her but he’d blushed and looked away whenever she caught his eye. She had the feeling that he was screwing up the courage to talk to her, maybe even to ask her out, despite the probable fifteen years she had on him. He shredded paper napkins and played with the sugar until she wanted to slap his hands like a irritable mother.
She studied him from behind the relative safety of the glass cabinets that were home to the gateaux, scones and cheesecake. He sipped his black coffee thoughtfully, perhaps relishing the peace now that his friends had made their boisterous exit. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt and she was fascinated with his hairy arms. She looked to the ‘V’ of where his shirt buttoned and thrilled at the lush hair she could see there. She sighed as she imagined caressing his jaw, dark with stubble. She loved hairy men; proper men. She hated the trend for even men now to shave their legs and their bodies. If she wanted to sleep between a pair of smooth silky legs, she’d sleep with a woman. She smiled to herself, wondering if this young man was as physically perfect as he promised to be.
She went over to where he was sitting, and wiped the already clean table once again. He smiled up at her; beautiful white strong teeth and dark lips, dark caramel skin. She realised as her heart lurched how much she wanted him. She suddenly sat down next to him, her hand on his thigh and squeezing. He blushed delightfully and smiled encouragingly.
‘I’ve got a half an hour’s break due now. Do you want to come with me?’ She surprised herself with her forthrightness, but thought if she waited for him to make the first move, she’d wait a long time. And he was gorgeous; she just didn’t want to wait any longer. She wanted to take his shirt off and run her fingers over his chest. She squeezed his thigh harder, to make sure he didn’t mistake her intentions. She looked at him questioningly and he swallowed nervously but nodded in acquiescence.
‘Not much of a talker, are you?’ she laughed, grabbing his hand and pulling him up from his seat and leading him through the door marked ‘Staff Only’.
The little Staff Room was the usual jumble of mismatched chairs, around a low table. She pushed the boy down into an armchair and sat on his lap, facing him. She leaned in and kissed him hungrily, like he was Today’s Special. He kissed back softly, tentatively. She wound her hands through his thick black hair and held his head tightly, prolonging their kiss. She felt him squirming slightly beneath her as their close contact was presumably starting to have an effect. She sat back and started to undo the buttons of his shirt, wriggling on his lap somewhat, enjoying the growing bulge she felt beneath her.
As she undid the buttons she marvelled at his beautiful chest; abundant dark hair around his nipples and a thick line leading down into the waist band of his jeans. She placed her hands on him, loving the texture of the hair. She rubbed her palms across his nipples and felt them grow hard beneath her touch. She kissed each one in turn and licked them softly. The boy let out a strangled groan and found his voice at last:
‘I’m a total virgin you know.’ She sat back and looked him straight in the eye quizzically. He attempted to say something else; to explain, to excuse, to exonerate. But he stuttered painfully and the meaning was lost. She kissed him again, to stop him and this time he kissed her back harder, more urgently. She pulled his shirt down over his shoulders, as far as his elbows, successfully trapping his arms by his side. He smiled as she kissed his shoulders and his neck and closed his eyes in pleasure; opening them suddenly when he no longer felt her weight on him. She pushed his knees apart and opened his zip, releasing him from his white briefs. She unconsciously licked her lips and deliberately licked his cock, slowly drawing her tongue across the head. She put just the head into her mouth and sucked gently. His cock lurched dramatically and she felt his whole body tremble violently as he sharply exhaled a word she didn’t catch, didn’t recognise, didn’t understand.
As much as she would have liked to introduce the boy and his beautiful cock to the delights of a good sucking – she didn’t think he would last much longer. And she wanted to feel him inside her. It had been a while. She’d missed sex so much. But she hadn’t missed all the shit she’d had to put up with as well. She was just ripe for a nice straightforward, uncomplicated fuck.
She made him lift his hips up as she removed his clothes and shoes and quickly took off her own somewhat damp panties. She climbed back up into the arm chair, straddling him. She looked into his face, seeing a mixture of anxiety and anticipation there. Caressing his cheek and whispering endearments, encouragement, entreaties; she gently took hold of the base of his cock and lowered herself down on it slowly, swallowing him whole in one deft movement. They both breathed in with pleasure together. He filled her up perfectly and she gripped him tightly; even as she rose up again. She felt his hips buck as she fucked him slowly. They quickly found their rhythm and she ground herself against him, rocking back and forth, feeling her orgasm gathering its forces. She looked deep into the boy’s dark eyes; almost all pupil in his heightened state of arousal. Disconcertingly, she could see herself reflected back in his eyes, but still their eyes remained locked together as they came simultaneously with low moans trapped in their throats. Absolution for both of them; each giving the other exactly what they needed; release, relief, rescue.
The End
Got Any Batteries
Whoever it was that knocked on the door go t no answer at three houses along that long block. All the homeowners figured it was someone looking for money or religious solicitations. She was finely dressed and presented herself well. He saw her approaching from a distance and before deciding on whether to answer the doorbell, he listened to her routine.
She had a small satchel with her, strung over her shoulder with a finely spun gold colored cord. That is what caught his eye. Lagging a bit, she knocked casually on his door not expecting to ever get an answer. After 30 seconds she turned on her heels and stepped down along the fancy brick walkway.
She heard the creaking of the brass hinges as the leaded glass door opened. The man standing in the doorway was such a pleasure for her weary eyes. She must have woken him. All he wore was a pair of broken in shorts. And a sly smile. It could have been the indications of the cord on her bag, but more likely it was the unexpected items she requested of him. She tried to ask it of each house along the way, and he thought he was the only one. Essentially it was only him, because no others answered the door.
He invited her in and excused his appearance. She grinned to share her appreciation of what she was staring at. NO apologies necessary.
She followed him to the kitchen, then to the spare bedroom. He opened several drawers then finally went to the closet. Digging into an old decorated box, he spun and displayed various options. When he asked what size she needed, she blushed without an answer. He looked her in the eye and repeated his question. She froze in place on the daybed.
After she could breathe again, she shifted the bag to her lap and began to dig for the answer. He waited patiently and tried not to stare. It was a difficult task considering her shirt was thin, nearly see-thru and she was excited seeing him half dressed. The distraction of his sexy bare chest and well maintained body made her fumble as she rifled through the bag.
“Oh, mid-size will do. That size should fit just fine. I’ll make it work out alright.”
He blushed. She lifted her head to see the options available to her. Then she blushed again. She reached forward, then pulled her hand back. It came back with just the right size. She did not know the name, but the feel in her hand told her she got it right.
The box went back to the closet. He returned to the space beside her on the daybed. Offering to assist her, she accepted and handed the whole thing over to him. She did not know what to focus on – his hands, the toy or the batteries. He heard her voice replay in her mind over and over. “got any batteries” is not a standard approach to meeting someone, but it happened to work for them.
He helped her to swap them out with the old. She was finding a special feeling going on within her pants that was not there when she walked in the room behind him. He was handling her secret toy and being so good about not commenting. When he handed it back to her, he turned it on to be sure it worked alright. It buzzed them into a startled jump. “It works” he boasted. “Here ya go!” As it crossed over to the other set of hands, they clasped their hands together around it and remained that way for a while.
He held her hand more assertively than she did his. She pushed their hands towards him and down into his lap. The vibrations brought a smile to his face. They tracked it all along his body as she glanced down at his lap. Suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a hard cock pressing through his thin shorts.
The back of her hand was the first to feel it and she paused right where she felt it the most. He let go of her hands, leaving her to play wherever she desired. He watched her while keeping an eye on the bag. Reaching behind her, he grabbed hold of the cord and slipped it through the loops and in seconds, she was wearing a knot built just for her. It was quite pretty, she thought. Never occurred to her that he had other intentions than giving her a pretty makeshift bracelet.
The vibrations continued as he maneuvered the other end of the cord around two posts on the back of the daybed. In her playfulness, she returned the toy to his leg and up and down along his inner tender sensitive thigh – that special part of him that he could not quite flex as hard. He gave her a look straight into her eyes and locked her eyes on his. That was all he needed to get her focused away from his quick move getting her tied to the bedposts.
When her hand moved involuntarily, she looked away from him to see why. He left her hand suspended and encouraged her to keep playing. He grabbed at her wrist and put in into her lap, sliding her rumbling hand up and down her own leg and into the tender parts of her thighs. He gave a tug on the cord and her hand was taken completely from her control. She dropped her toy and could not reach now that she was strapped.
He had to bend over for it. Exposing his back fully to her, she could still use the unteathered hand for a bit of teasing fun. She slid her hand down the back of his shorts for a fun feel of his ass. It was nice to know the picture in her head now matched the feel in her grasp. Her pinky slid along the crack, just to know. When he did not flinch and sit straight up, she tried a little more. He’d never allowed it before, but was sort of liking it. The secret would remain his. Never confirming it with her, he didn’t refuse her either. Truth was, he was not sure what to make of her inquisition.
When he reached far enough for her toy, he still could not reach. He ended on his knees reaching under the bed for it. When he sat back up, he was liking the view. He stayed on the out-side of the bed. Pulling up a chair, he could face her and give them a chance to observe one another head-on. Balancing his ass on a nearby chair was just where he’d dreamed of being in a moment like this. This venturesome woman was seeming to allow him to go where he desired in relation to her. It was all new. Exciting was an understatement. She was relying on his experience to bring something new to her day. So, there they remained, knees between knees with him controlling her like a puppet.
He turned on the toy again and wiggled it between their knees. She giggled at the playfulness as he worked it all the way up her leg. Her giggles turned to silence and she centered her thoughts on what he was doing. Her eyes shifted from his hands to his eyes, to his mouth and back to his hands. She liked to see the expression on his face, as it reflected where he placed the toy. He was equally inquisitive. Testing the waters with it, he learned so much so fast. The favorite point of contact for her was quickly located. He circled around to find precisely where to touch her. Her hand covered his to tell him ‘stay there’. He preferred to tease her and move it around more. After all, he had not yet tried to stimulate her nipples with it or anything else, for that matter.
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She shifted on the bed and broke the momentum. He gave the toy back to her to get them both going again. She played a little bit. She could not play as openly while her skirt was still concealing those satin panties. He slid his hands up and removed the panties. Her other hand was still tied and moving as he commanded with a yank on his end of the line. The skirt remained. She lifted one leg to the bed beside her and placed her other between his on the chair. Her toes slid under him, tickling him along the way. Cool feeling, he thought as her toes curled up and pressed to his balls, circled around them and pressed harder to his hardening cock. She pushed it aside with her foot and made it stand up in his shorts.
He kept his hand up her skirt to feel the toy doing wonders for the underworld. When her wetness increased at his talented touch, he lifted her skirt over her knee. He kept his hand on top of hers but let her control where it went. Watching her touching all the right spots and feeling her hand beneath his gave him a hard on to the core. It was never so hard. He twisted in his seat to settle it a bit. Her foot kept it going back up again. And the stimulation continued.
She brought her other foot to the bed to lie on her back. He had to get up and shift with her. He was not about to end the observation of her pleasuring herself in front of him. She seldom allowed that in the past. He was different. He offered a comfortable presence and he was hard as a plank. When she moved her feet aside, it provided front row seating to the private showing. There he would remain, at her feet with that long cord giving him some say.
He tracked his hand softly along her bent leg. Starting at her ankle, up to her knee and back down along her thigh and around again to trace the same path, she relaxed more and more. He pressed gently against the inside of her knee, tipping it over. It parted her lips further and showed him more of that glistening canvas. She began to draw designs with the vibrating tool. He brought her gilded wrist to the area and allowed her to play with both hands. She pressed that wondrous toy between his fingers as they parted her lips. On first contact, she jumped a bit with the coldness and settled again with his touch.
He petted her while she played. The feel of his hands was mesmerizing. The vibrations were indescribable, which is partly why she let him watch. His eyes and the motives behind them turned her on. They brought her to a new plane. He could see the levels shift at his fingertips. They worked it together until he felt her feet tense against his hips. He let her cum without much involvement. Watching her made him drip. He held his cock from outside his shorts as she built intensity. She mumbled his name, but he knew she was calling out to him in her mind. With one last stroke of his fingers on her pussy, she burst and trembled and he watched encouragingly.
At once, she was still and her arms lost strength. He grabbed his cock harder to stifle the orgasm he had building. Her toy fell from her grip. He took it and waited. The feel of his hands rubbing the insides of her legs pacified her and released the tension. There they remained for several minutes. When her breathing resumed a normal rate he flipped the bottom hem of her skirt over her hips.
He got up to his knees, bent over her and removed her blouse. She had just enough energy to reach up and play around with his cock. When he settled back to his space, she grabbed for his hips, pulled him to her just far enough that when he crossed her pussy, she could feel that fat head glide across her lips. She lifted her hips to feel him press through to her clit, along the slit and off to his position. He turned the toy on and began his own explorations. She allowed him.
He guided it all around, up one leg, across her belly, up to her nipples, back to her pussy and to the other leg, but never actually lingering where she wanted it. When she tried to move to get him touching the areas where she wanted it, he became more forceful restraining that tethered hand on the bed above her head. She tried tugging to get loose and he tied the other one. She was liking it. Hmmmm.
He went back to his adventure between her legs. When he saw how engorged she became at certain touches, he remembered it – he was engorged at that same time. He tapped her clit, revolved the toy around it and finally, he fingered her while continuing to stimulate all of her with that vibrating gem.
He spoke in basic questions to her. The moans and the gasping told him exactly where to touch her. “more” was spoken repeatedly. He pressed harder. Did she want more pressure? “more” she said louder. He changed the speed and intensity. “more” again, he tried another way of giving her more, then another way and another.
He got it right every time. She was too excited to tell him, she just kept asking for more…
Although he did not observe her doing it, when he brought her so close to a climax, he glided the toy inside her. He could feel her tighten up on it. They started a little teasing game of it. He alternated his hand with the toy and noticing she was still trying to get him to do certain things, he tied her feet to the bed. She would remain in his control now. He did not play rough, he just wanted to see all the details of how she swelled and reddened and moaned and shifted based on where and how he tended to her sexual needs. He knew more than he gave himself credit. The feelings he was able to impart blew away her own play.
She was so close, and wanted to feel his cock. Her feet were tied, she could not get to it with her foot anymore. She asked to suck on it. He loved the idea; it made him hard. He resisted the offer. She begged him to let her touch it, handle it, suck it, lick it. All requests were refused. He did reach forward to put his finger in her mouth. Even that was a tease as he traced her lips with his fingertips allowing only the tip of her tongue to contact it. Finally, he put his finger in and let her suck it like it was his cock.
His cock now throbbing, he kneeled on the bed again to remove his shorts, keeping the toy going. He straddled her stomach and spun. With his knees next to her ears, he lowered his cock to her anxiously awaiting mouth. She had to lift her head to contact it and once lined up just right, he slowly lowered it into her mouth. He watched through the space between his belly and her tits to see it disappear past her lips. Her had nipples pressed to his belly as she twisted from side to side feeling their skin meet. His tongue lapped at her clit three times and she came.
A gently rumbling toy stayed on. He reached between them and placed it against his balls. She saw his hand against his own cock and balls and came again. He bounced on her face, not quite a fucking intensity, but hard enough to satisfy that hunger. Every few bounces, he’d lift off her and she’d gasp “cum”. She was in no hurry, he tasted so wonderful, the prize at the end was worth waiting for. The feel of him was pleasure enough.
The End
Auto Club to the Rescue
Sandy’s left eye squinted, shielding the approaching headlights. She knew their brightness surely illuminated, at least partially, the entire scene that was taking place there in the coal blackness of CR-149. She could now see more clearly the tight pubic hairs she had been running her fingers through. She could see the thick black cock in her mouth, her own saliva making it shine in the light. Until now she had caught only brief, reddened glimpses, as the tow truck’s emergency flashers made their repeated passes.
She wondered how much the driver of the vehicle could see. She wondered how they appeared to the approaching traveler; as silhouettes, as clear images, or even at all? She thought about stopping, but was driven by the feel and taste of the man’s huge cock, as well as the deep, needful moans that her sloppy blowjob elicited from him. At roughly 50 yards distance, she wondered if it were possible to see the 35 year old white woman on her knees, sucking the cock of the youngish black truck driver, his coveralls crumpled at mid-thigh. She thought perhaps their position just outside the passenger door of the truck somewhat shielded them from full view. She sucked on. She sucked harder.
As the approaching car began to slow, she thought she could make out lights atop the vehicle.
“Oh my God, it’s the cops,” she realized to herself, just as her partner tightened his grip at the back of her head. She heard him scream out deliriously into the night. She felt her mouth fill with hot globs of semen, as the highway patrol car passed just on the other side of the truck. She swallowed hard and fast, prompted somewhat by panic, but mostly by lust.
Sandy could never remembere being so completely consumed by lust. It was that same lust that allowed the driver to pull her quickly to her feet as she greedily licked the last remnants of his sticky cum from her lips. She allowed him to hike her skirt, find his way inside her panties and thrust three fingers inside of her. She fell against him as he gave her five deep strokes with all three fingers before returning attention more gently to her clitoris. She held tight to his arm as the orgasm swept over her. Just then she heard the door of the patrol car open, which was now parked some 25 feet in front of them.
Everything was hazy to her now. She simply followed behind the driver as he tore free from her and started walking toward the cop car, pulling and zipping his coveralls as he went. She tried to wipe the saliva and semen from her tits as she pushed them back inside the confines of her fastened bra, still using her partner as a shield while buttoning her blouse.
“You folks OK?” the officer inquired, pointing his flashlight at them.
Still in a lustful haze, Sandy barely heard the question from the Highway Patrolman. Her mind was racing, trying to catch up with what had taken place in the past fifteen minutes. She was struggling to understand how it was that in such a brief period of time she had been coaxed into giving herself so completely, without regard to what happened next. She recognized fully that her sex life since the divorce two years ago was lacking, to say the least, but never had she been so thoroughly moved by a sexual urge. Never had a man made her want to do the things she wanted to do now. Ever since this tall, massive black man got out of his wrecker and looked her over in such an unashamedly, lustful way, she had been weak-kneed. She thought back to how she found herself so openly flirting with him. She remembered after just a few minutes she was staring without pause at his chest, arms, and crotch. She had offered absolutely zero resistance when he grabbed her by the arm and led her to the passenger side of his truck, and forced her down on her knees. She had obediently reached inside his boxer shorts and pulled out his massive cock and began sucking on it, when he had instructed her to do so. Even now, with the police officer’s question hanging in the air, she was thinking about having that beautiful black dick deep inside of her wet pussy.
“Yes sir, just trying to get this little lady back on the road,” she heard him telling the officer.
“Ma’am? You alright back there?”
Sandy poked her head out timidly from behind the driver. This was the first time she had laid eyes on the officer. He too was black. He too was tall. And he too was physically fit and handsome. Slowly she stepped into full view. She could see the officer’s facial expression change as she did. She couldn’t help giggle inside, thinking what a sight she must be. She watched the officer take in the full view, scanning her with his flashlight from top to bottom. First, was her mangled blonde hair and flushed face. Then he moved to her improperly buttoned and partially untucked blouse. By the time he reached her dirty knees, he was convinced that he had seen what he thought he had seen, while driving up. He was trying to conceal a smirk as he looked back to the truck driver.
“Yes sir, I’m just fine Officer,” she managed, as she watched the two men smile at each other.
Smiling openly now the officer replied, “Yes, I can definitely see that.” He moved his light back and forth between her breasts and hips.
There was no doubt now that he knew what had been happening. He had probably witnessed some of it as he drove up, she thought. She felt weak, and more lustful than ever. She let her body fall suggestively against the driver’s. He smirked at the officer and brazenly wrapped his arm around her backside, stopping to cup her ass in his hand firmly.
Still smirking, he agreed, “Yes sir, she IS fine!”
“Well then, by no means let me interrupt things,” the officer chuckled right out loud, while shining his light on the both of them
And with that the driver pulled Sandy into his arms and kissed her deeply. He reached around with both hands grabbing her ass and pulling her tight up against him. She kissed him back with open mouth, meeting his dancing tongue with her own. He continued massaging and groping her ass, as he moved his hot breath to her ear.
“You like him watching, don’t’cha?”
Her wet pussy had been on fire for at least 20 minutes now, but now his tempting question was more than she could stand.
“Fuck me. Fuck me right now. Don’t make me wait anymore,” she demanded while unzipping her skirt, forcing it down over her hips, and stepping out of it. He pushed his trousers to the ground as fast as he could.
She felt him lift her like a feather into his arms. She threw her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. With one hand he reached underneath her to pull her panties to the side. With the other he guided his rock hard cock to her sopping entrance, and with gentle care slid half of his thick black tool inside. She moaned deeply and reached with both hands for the back of his shaven head to pull him closer still. She was beside herself with lust as he inched the rest of his cock up into her, finally burying his full eight-inch length.
The officer watched as the two of them fucked in this standing position. It was incredibly erotic to watch them find their rhythm. At first she held on as her man thrust long slow strokes up into her waiting pussy. Twice her ass tightened in what the officer was sure to be a sign of orgasm. Slowly she adjusted more and more to his considerable size and began undulating her hips rhythmically, until finally she ground her hips against his, searching desperately for new depth.
After she had reached an extended orgasm, she laid her head against his shoulder and looked back to see if she could see the officer. She found him standing there with his uniform pants at his ankles, with a very long, thick cock in his hand. He looked back at her with lustful eyes, as he stroked that shiny black dick.
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At the height of her passion Sandy had almost forgotten the officer was present. But now seeing him back there with cock in hand, it enflamed her even more. She delighted in the fact that watching her fuck this black stranger had made his cock so hard. She reached back with one hand, wanting to touch it. He moved closer quickly to accommodate her wishes. She ran her hand over its length, and ground her hips against the driver’s even harder when she thought about having them both.
Briefly her mind drifted back to the decision earlier that night to take the less-traveled path home from her friend’s party. And how she had cursed herself when she had heard the tire blowout. Then there was the excitement when she realized that her cell phone would work, even out here in the middle of nowhere. And finally, the boredom of waiting for the motor club to respond. Now, she thought how fortunate the turn of events.
She released the officer’s cock and grabbed his shoulder briefly as yet another orgasm ripped through her beautiful body. When it had passed, she gently gripped his ass cheek and pulled him closer. He realized what she wanted when she started moving her ass back toward him even more suggestively. He looked her in the eye as he cozzied up close and guided his cockhead to her tiny little opening. She cooed and moaned as he rubbed the head over her rosebud, time and time again. Finally she reached and pulled at his ass letting him know she was more than ready for penetration.
“Easy babe,” she instructed when she felt the pressure of his first few thrusts.
“Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna hurt ya,” he assured her as he felt the mushroom head finally ease past her ring.
“MMMMMMmmmmmmmMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm. Oh fuck yeah! Just like that baby.”
“You like that, do ya?”
“Oh yeah, just like that. Easy….just a little more. Yeah, come on….just a little. Easy….OK, yeah that’s it.”
“You got ‘bout half my dick up your butt. And you got his whole cock in your pussy. You like these black cocks, don’t’cha?” he prodded.
“Oh..God……do I ever,” she managed through her erratic breathing. “I’ve never…uungh….been filled up like this. It…..feels so….uunnnggghhh….fucking nasty……to be……uunngghh….fucked in both holes.”
The officer grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and pulled back gently until his lips were at her ear.
“But can you take my other five inches? I wanna slide the rest of my cock up your incredible white ass real bad. You want it?”
“Yeah baby I want it. I want it so fucking bad. Just take it slow, your cock is so big. But go ahead, I want it…….uuunnnngggghhhhh….oooohhhhh yyyeeeaaaahhhhhh.”
“That was another two inches, you sweet bitch. Want some more dick baby?”
“Fuc…me…oh God….Fuggme,….Fugggmmeee…….put another inch up my butt….oooohhhhh ppplllleeaasseee fuuuccckkkkk mmmeeeeee.”
“There ya go baby. Feel all that cock slidin in and out your ass? You want my last two inches, you beautiful black cock whore? Can you take?”
“No, No, No…..I can’t. Just please keep fucking me. Don’t put no more in me right now. Just fuck me….I’m gonna cum….I’m gonna cum…..I’m cumming….OOOHHH GOOOODDDDD I’m cuummming.”
Right at the same time the driver started groaning and pumping his cock into her pussy even more, as he began dumping his second load deep inside of her. She soon felt it leaking out around the sides of his softening cock. When he finally went completely soft his cock fell from her pussy. As he withdrew he eased her down on her feet, while eight inches of the officer’s cock remained buried in her butt. With him still in tow, she lowered herself slowly down on her hands and knees. Once there, she arched her back and contorted her upper body around in order to kiss him.
As their lips parted she told him, “Now I can do it, baby. Give me all of that cock and give it to me real good. You hear me?”
“I hear you baby. You are one incredible fuck, you know that?”
She didn’t answer, as he began to force the rest of his cock inside.
“Uuuuunnnnnnggggghhhhhhhh…..Fuuuuuccccckkkkk k!!! Oh man that’s a fucking big dick.”
“OK babe, it’s in. Goddamn! It’s all the way in. I can’t believe it! Ain’t nobody ever taken my whole cock in the ass. Shit, you something else girl!!”
She loved hearing those words. She loved feeling the entire length of his black cock lodged in her butt. Her next communication was simple, and to the point.
“Fuck me Officer. Fuck me real hard.”
That was all he needed to hear. And there on the shoulder of this older, less-traveled highway, the black Highway Patrolman began thrusting his ten-inch cock in and out of her butt relentlessly, and with incredible force. She screamed out in pleasure over and over again into the psychedelic scene caused by the flashing of the patrol car and wrecker strobe lights. Small bits of gravel dug into the delicate skin of her palms as she struggled to maintain her position under the assault of his weight and the force of his thrusts. The minor pain was a small trade-off, compared with the flaming pleasure she felt in her ass. She soon experienced the most overwhelming orgasm of her life. She was quite sure that she actually blacked-out momentarily.
She had fallen forward during the orgasm, and now wiggled forward, managing to remove the officer’s incredible cock from her ass. She rolled the officer over on his back as he desperately began jacking off trying to release the need that had been building in his loins. Sandy took over for him, using both of her hands on its shaft, and sucking relentlessly on the head. She kept her mouth there when he howled into the night as the cum raced up the shaft from his balls. The amount of sticky, hot juice that flowed out of her mouth was unbelievable, considering the fact that she was swallowing every drop she could manage. White globs of cum still leaked from the sides of her mouth and ran down his black cock and over her hands. It spilled into his pubic hair. It ran onto his rock hard stomach and off the sides. It ran down around his nuts, between his legs and into the crack of his ass.
Like a kitten for spilled milk, she slowly and deliberately licked it all clean. Following the trails, she rolled him over on his stomach, and right there on the shoulder of the road, she licked the cum from the crack of his ass. She became so enflamed doing this that she spread his ass wide and tongued at his puckered asshole.
She remained unsatisfied and in a sexual daze. She was only vaguely aware of the hotel desk clerk’s knowing smirk, as the three of them walked past him on the way to the room they booked soon after. She didn’t care. She wanted more, and she got it over the next five hours.
Sandy woke to the gentle knocking of the maid at about 2:00 the next afternoon. She finally felt satisfied.
The End
The Ultimate Gift
I am home alone tonight and you are working late again; it is okay even though I miss you when you are gone for the evening. Your life can get a bit crazy at times, so busy but I know that you need to do what you do. Times like these give me time to think but not too much, over thinking things always seem to get me into trouble. But tonight it is different, I am reminiscing about the night I gave you my fit, my gift of submission to you.
It seems like it was only yesterday that I found myself driving towards your hotel.
I drive through the night full of anticipation wondering how this evening’s events will unfold. My heart pounds harder in my chest as I get closer to your hotel. Just a short time later, I pull into the parking lot of the hotel as I ease my black BMW into the parking space. I take a deep breath knowing fully well of what I am about to do. I step out of the car, around to the trunk to get my bag out, walk towards the front doors and into the lobby. As I approach the elevators I am excited but nervous at the same time, so many emotion invading my thoughts, I step in and push the button for the 3rd floor.
The elevator arrives at the 3rd floor and I get out, looking at the sign on the wall to direct me to your room. I soon find myself standing in front of room number 330, taking another deep breath before I knock at your door. I hesitate for a moment thinking about what is about to happen here tonight, but then I smile as I gently knock on the door.
From behind the door, I hear your voice.
Come in my pet, it is open.
I turn the doorknob and push the door open walking into your room. I enter the room finding it quite dark only lit up by strategically placed candles with soft jazz playing in the background. Seems like such a romantic setting for what is about to take place here but at the same time I love that you have gone to some trouble to make tonight more special.
In the candle lit room I can see you sitting in one of the soft chairs, you tell me to come closer.
Yes Master, as I walk further into the room and closer to you.
You tell me to stop right there as you stand up out of your chair and take a step forward out of the shadows. My breath catches in my throat as I see all of you now looking oh so Domly dressed in black. The sight of you almost make me want to direct my gaze down towards the carpet and then wondering if I should or not, I choose not to hoping that I will not get in trouble already, as I look you in the eyes, you are smiling back at me. That is a good sign that I have not done anything wrong yet.
Evening Pet, it is good to see, how are you?
Good Evening, Master. Good to see you too. I am fine, but I will have to admit I am just a bit nervous Master.
Well my sweet pet, there is nothing at all to be nervous about, just do as I say and you will be just fine, your voice calm and reassuring.
Yes Master.
Good Girl.
I stand before you for what seems like an eternity, my mind racing as the minutes pass. I cannot help but be nervous, even though you told me that was no reason for it. Your voice breaks the silence finally.
I think first I want to see what is mine, before I claim it pet. Clothes off, please. And do it slowly, I want to savor seeing your naked skin being revealed to me as you take each off.
Yes Master.
It is not like you have not seen me naked before, but tonight is so much different. I know that when I submit to you then you will rightfully take what is yours, which will probably include looking over and inspecting your property.
I start to undress, pulling my shirt out of my jeans over my head. I look at you to see if you want me to continue, you motion for me to keep going. I know that you are watching me closely as I unbuckle my belt, unbutton my jeans and slide them off. I stand before you now, just in my bra and thong, feeling naked compared to you being fully dressed. Only imagining what it will be like when I am totally naked in front of you, your eyes slowly lingering over every curve and crevice of my body. My thoughts right now range from being very excited to feeling just a bit embarrassed.
You take another step closer to me; I can smell your cologne right now. MMM, you smell so sexy. Your scent triggers a reaction within me; I am beginning to feel very turned on, the wetness growing in my thong. I shiver as your fingertips lightly brush across my exposed belly, my nipples hardening instantly. You circle around behind me, I feel your hands brush against my ass. I know that you are standing directly behind me now. I feel your breath on my neck as you whisper in my ear.
MMMMm, so nice my pet. But I want to see you naked now.
I reach behind and undo my bra, freeing my breasts; you circle back around the front of me as I pull of my thong. I stand before you totally naked now and feeling very exposed but still very excited.
Hands behind your back and spread your legs for me pet.
Yes Master, as I move into the position, putting my hands behind my back and spreading my legs for you.
Good Girl.
You circle around me, drinking in the sight of me, gently touching me, your hands finding my curves. You stand behind me again reaching around me, your hands sliding up my body until they cup my breasts; I feel your breath on my neck. I try to be still for you as your fingers slide to my nipples, your thumbs brushing over them. I whimper as the pleasure rushes through my body. Your fingers brush against my ass again finding their way between my legs and slipping between my now very wet lips, dipping inside my wetness and circling my clit. I begin to moan and whimper more with your touch.
MMMMMMm, you are so wet my sweet pet. I am going to have so much fun with you tonight, you whisper in my ear.
Thank you Master. I will do whatever you ask of me this evening and forever if you will have me.
That is my good girl, as you continue to caress me all over making me begin to pant.
I stand there as you walk away from me sitting down on the edge of the bed. I wonder what you have in mind next, but I soon find out.
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