Crazyazzjen's blog: "Erotic Stories"

Every now and then Greta would bend Andres over and take him as a man takes a woman. At first he was afraid it would become the focal act of their sex life but she chose it only when the need took her. It reinforced her role in the relationship and she noticed him becoming more timid. Not just in the bedroom, but whenever they were together. Since taking him she had symbolically become the head of the relationship, it was only natural that he acted that way. She saw him more as the female in the relationship. There was no denying that he was male, he still prided himself on it and as a lover he was insistent but she had opened up a more delicate side to him that was showing more and more. When they made love he was more vocal and yielding. Each of his orgasms was deeper, bringing a cry that was unfamiliar coming from his strong, well shaped lips. His butt was tight and compact and often she would imagine it spread open for her dildo as he drove into her. That was the only image on her mind this morning. It had been almost a full two weeks since she last took him anally and the urge had returned with a vengeance. That morning, as he rose from the bed, she watched his body. His hungry asshole as he bent over, the beautifully sculpted cheeks as he walked to the shower, it set the idea in motion. As he showered she reached to her bedstand and found her vibrator and dildo. Most days she wanted nothing more than her fingers but now she needed more. With the vibrator tingling at her clit and the dildo forcefully opening her labia, she imagined the sounds he made as she entered him. Low but feminine, it made him sound like a girl. She took the day off work, not in the mood to come in. She spent the day naked, masturbating, her head heavy with thoughts of sex. By late afternoon she showered, waiting until the bathroom was thick with steam and enjoying the time alone. By the time Andres returned home she was in a silk bathrobe, reading on the recliner. He walked through the door, still aggravating from a long day. Greeting her with just a grunt, she closed her magazine and followed him to the bedroom to watch him change out of his suit. She was proud of him. With her insistence, he put more effort into maintaining his physique and was rewarded with a lean, muscular, beautiful body. As she watched he stripped naked, skinning out of his underwear to reveal a thick, though soft penis. Despite what she wanted, he was too frustrated to think of sex at the moment. Bending over to put on a pair of navy green sweatpants, she smiled at the sight of his heavy balls hanging between his thighs. "Andres," she called to him, taking his wrist and leading him to the living room. He wanted to protest. There was dinner to be made and laundry to be washed, but he kept quiet, allowing his girlfriend to lead him. Urging him to his knees, she sat in front of him, her knees on either side of him. His eyes were uncertain, impatient. "Easy, hun," she cautioned. "Remember what's most important. Your chores can wait." He was frustrated, on edge. She knew it was up to her to calm him down. With a slow part of silk, she displayed her pussy and the soft hairs covering her sex. His eyes remained focused on her and his mouth slightly open. With a slight tug on his hair, she pulled him to her pussy. She had taught him well and immediately he began licking just as she liked. His tongue was expert, tracing slowly up the lips of her labia and planting gentle, soft kisses on each of her folds. If ever there was a man that adored eating pussy it was her boyfriend. It's something he prides himself on and she takes advantage of it as much as she can. Her happiest memories with him were with his head between her legs. She was still damp from playing with her toys earlier and his tongue only inflamed her more. He teased along her inner walls, stroking her canal, as she began undulating beneath him. She was insatiable today and with his tongue paying her homage she felt like she was on autopilot. Her juices leaked from her cleft, wetting his lips, sliding down his tongue and chin. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his head. One fist clenched his hair, pulling her deep into her. When she was close to climax he knew her well enough to allow her to take control. Obediently, he held his tongue out as she bucked against him, running her slit up and down his tongue. As her peak neared, she rose up on her knees to press him painfully against her clit. "Suck me," she moaned. "Hold my clit!" Following her directions, he formed a tight ring around her most sensitive spot with his lips. Sliding the tip of his tongue over the very end, he gently massaged it. That was just what she liked. In moments she was quaking, the familiar rush of heat passing through her. Her orgasms had always been notoriously intense and this one was no different. Almost violently pressing him against her, she cried out, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. As it surged through her, she bobbed his head back and forth against her. She came forcefully, splashing his face with a spray of juices. Afterwards she lay against the couch, breathing heavily. Dazed, Andres knelt before her, moisture dripping down his face. As she closed her eyes and relaxed, her robe opened to her swollen pussy, he got up and went to the kitchen to begin making dinner. Greta drifted to sleep as she came down from her orgasm. She wasn't aware of it, all she could see was herself mounting her boyfriend as she did last time. He squealed happily, eventually releasing into the sheets as she pounded his backside. When she took him he was always such a compliant lover. He never refused her advances and each time took to the bottom role more easily. She was becoming enamored of being in charge as well. It was a rush strapping on a cock, feeling the weight of it between her legs, running it through her closed fist. Spreading his tight cheeks and entering his ass. It really brought something new to their relationship. Things have definitely changed. Standing in the kitchen doorway she watched him cook. He was adorable, the way he knew his way around. He was a great cook and having him whip something up was an added bonus. Just watching him cook was a treat. His ass looked so cute under the thin sweatpants he wore. Greta stood and watched, feeling herself getting more and more worked up. That night she would bed him and fuck him once more. God, she was insatiable, she laughed to herself. She watched it, feeling fuzzy from a day of nothing but rest and orgasms and got an idea in her head. He wasn't due for a little while longer. She should really take it easy on him. What the hell, she thought. He's up for it. If she wants it he better give it. When she returned from her bedroom the strap on was securely around her waist. The buckles held tight around her round ass and the root of the shaft was firmly between her pussy lips. It made her feel full and caused her nipples to poke. She walked up to him and began groping his ass through his pants. Unaware of her intentions he swayed with her, his attention more on a tomato he was slicing than his girlfriend. She ran her hands in his pants, feeling the smooth skin of his ass and his full cheeks. With a finger tickling his asshole, she toyed with him. He sighed happily though she could feel him growing nervous. With a quick yank she pulled them down to his ankles, leaving him bare. She slapped the heft of his asscheeks proudly. His cock was stiff and pressed against the counter top. One palm on each of his cheeks, she opened him up to spy his tiny hole. "Please hun, we're about to have dinner." She put her hand on the back of his neck, forcing him to bend over the countertop. His ass jutted out until her phallus prodded his back passage. "Just be quiet and stay still. I want this." She held him that way, pressing the cock into his ass. It slid in easily and she felt him exhale in pleasure. Slowly she began to fuck him. God, it was exhilarating. The sight of her cock pistoning in and out of his hole sent shivers to her pussy. Already it was weeping. She closed her eyes and let the feeling guide her. The root massaged the walls of her pussy, slowly drawing the orgasm from her. She began to moan from deep within her. Her hold on him was released and she watched the bare back of Andres and how it traveled down to the muscular cheeks of his ass. When she was lost in the feeling, he broke from her and ran naked across the kitchen. His cock bobbed in the air as he maneuvered away from her. Astonished at this act, it took Greta a moment to realize what happened. She moved to catch him and soon had her arms around his bare ass. As he made a turn, she pulled him towards her, momentarily pulling him off his feet. He went down all legs and arms while she went down on top of him. "Don't run," she barked, her lips at his ear. "Looks like I was too easy on you. Well then." With a forceful push she pressed the length deep inside his ass. He cried out. Hands locked around his wrists, her body pining him to the tile floor, she felt her pulse increase. Whenever she had fucked him it had always been loving. He was the reluctant virgin while she was the seducer. Now he had been broken in and needed something harder. He was no longer a virgin, in fact he had become very loose from his girlfriend penetrating him. Maybe that's why he ran, he wanted to reclaim his place as the man. Slowly she worked at whittling down this image until she was on a higher footing than he was. With her initial use of the dildo on her boyfriend, she slowly began taking a more active role between them. He had become meek, giving in to all her wants with little word of dissent. She had become the alpha, the head of the relationship and there was no going back to what he had. All these thoughts passed through his mind and, as she sawed the phallus in and out of his anus she heard him weep. It was a sad, quiet sound that belied his feelings. He was having difficulty with the new arrangement and had a hard time handling all that came with it. Greta felt this and began petting him. As she fucked his ass, she ran her fingers through his hair, soothing him with gentle words and soft sounds. She relaxed her grip and he was able to twist free. Naked, he stood up, his erect penis bobbing in the air. She could see his asshole and how loose it looked from her reaming. She caught him as he turned to the bedroom and wrestled him to the bed. He showed resistance but in his state she was able to easily overpower him. Greta twisted his arm behind his back and positioned herself kneeling between his legs. He was breathing heavy but the fight had gone through him. She was in control again and would have him as he liked. This time there was no intention of making it easy on him. The shaft pressed violently into his ass, raping him. He was blubbering now, the pain in his bottom overwhelming his feelings. He ached, he moaned yet his cock was stiff and needy. When Greta reached around and possessively gripped his male sack it was full and warm. He needed to expend soon. His balls rolled in her hand. The urgency of the act, the forcefulness kept her heated. She came pounding into his ass, the root of the shaft quaking within her canal. A torrent of juices coated it, spilling out and down the shaft. It made him slick and dripped into his hole. For the first time she was living out a private fantasy. So many nights she had dreamed of taking her sleeping boyfriend, ruthlessly entering his delicate little behind and pounding into him. It was rape, calling it anything else would be lying. She wanted to rape Andres, overwhelm him with her sexuality, force herself onto him, conquer and take him. That's exactly what she'd done. As her orgasm surged she was relentless. Her feminine body smacking against his upturned ass bruised his tender cheeks. His crying had turned to quiet, pitiful weeping. He was bent over, his face pressed into the mattress, his violated ass bent in the air. She held on to each side of his rump, mounting him like a woman possessed. Between his legs his cock had grown to full stiffness and his balls had shrunk, almost retreating inside him. Her soft, warm hand traveled beneath him. Orgasm fading, she found the root of his prick and clenched it tightly between thumb and forefinger. Her pace slowed. Rather than pound into him, she slowly fucked him. His ass was sore yet she could feel the urgency in his prick. Desperately he needed to come. Back to the loving girlfriend, she spoke to him gently. "Come on now honey, lets have a nice big load." He was pushed to the edge. His entire body clenched in anticipation. The last time he got fucked he remembered how wonderful it was. His body was used to the act. Even with his girlfriend taking him, he couldn't stop what came naturally. Greta gripped him tightly, squeezing him as she made her way down his shaft, pushing the seed out of his member. Without a sound, jets of come launched from the head of his prick to a puddle on the pillow beneath him. A deep, complete orgasm appeared a moment later. All the tension, all the pent up need, all the force seem released at that one moment as his body spasmed. He moaned deeply as his cock continued to spew. Greta remained with him, slowing her thrusts to a gentle massage in his anus. The feeling extended his orgasm, which by now caused him to roll and grunt incoherently. "Doesn't that feel good, sweetie,"Greta cooed. "A nice good anal orgasm. Don't you love it when your girlfriend fucks your ass to give you such deep comes?" He moaned an affirmative and Greta saw his ring flex and clench against her shaft. She let him ride out the waves, watching each motion his orgasm stirred within him. When it passed he was lying still, his legs spread wide and his anus wet against Greta's strap on. He seemed to be asleep so she slowly inched it out of his butt. Noticing she was breathing heavy, she lay against him, her cock still shining with her juices and lube. Half asleep, Andres threw an arm across her chest as she laid soft kisses on his cheek. Moments later he drifted to sleep. Greta closed her eyes and felt his warmth, the heated scene of her lover and their sex filling her, helping her finally rest in her man's arms.

She reaches up & turns the radio a little bit louder. Dipping her hands back into the soapy water she goes back to washing the dishes. Her body sways as she dances & sings along with the music. He stops in the doorway, silently watching her as she moves. Looking her over he smiles, completely nude save the silver collar around her neck & the leather ankle cuffs. She has grown accustomed to being naked, even come to like it. Her long braid sways along her back, her hips rocking as she dances in place. Each time she reaches over to set a dish in the drain rack he can see the curve of her full breast. He watches her for a moment longer, enjoying his stolen glimpse of this interlude. Her voice mixes with the music as she sings,"I'm a bitch, I'm a tease, I'm a goddess on my knees..." He adjusts the growing stiffness in his pants then crosses the kitchen silently & swiftly scoops her up in his arms. The glass she has her hand shatters in the sink where she drops it & she screams in surprise. Before she can react he throws her over his shoulder & heads through the house. "Nooooooo." she cries. She hits his back, kicking her legs & twisting her body trying to get free from him. He smacks her hard on her bared bottom as he carries her into the bedroom, leaving bright red handprints on her skin & tears in her eyes. He throws her roughly on the bed, she rolls over & scrambles for the other side. He catches her ankle, pulling her back toward him while dodging her other leg's kicks. He deftly snaps the clasp on her ankle cuff, hooking that leg to the footboard of the bed. Her kicks are wilder, trying to keep him far enough from her to get her ankle free. To her surprise he catches her foot in mid-kick & forces her leg down to the bed, securing it as well. With her unable to use her legs he kneels on the bed just out of reach of her swinging arms. He makes a calculated dive at her, hurling her hard onto her back. He pins her hands over her head & lays his whole body on the length of hers, both of them panting. He looks into her eyes, she trembles excitedly under him, his piercing gaze seems to look into her soul. He kisses her, fiercely claiming her mouth with his & her desire to fight evaporates as she melts beneath him. He smiles knowingly as he lifts himself from her, admiring the light sheen of sweat glistening all over her body. She lays there looking up at him, struggling meekly as he attaches handcuffs to each wrist, then to the headboard. His fingers tenderly trace her eyes, her lips, he caresses her cheek, then slides his hand down her neck. He smiles as he strokes her throat, gently pressing just enough to let her know that she breathes only because he allows it. Tears well up in her eyes, brought out by the fear of being so completely helpless. Keeping his light grip on her throat he reaches down & begins toying with a nipple. She arches her back up to meet his touch, a whispery moan falling from her lips. When that nipple hardens he turns his attention to the other, his thumb slowly stroking her neck. She purrs as he manipulates her nipples alternately until they are both aching little nubs. Releasing her throat he takes a nipple between his finger & thumb of each hand, gradually squeezing tighter. This game is familiar, it is his favorite to start with. He lets the pressure mount, the pain increases as he begins to pull them as well. She gasps & winces, biting her lip, stubbornly trying to keep quiet. She arches her back in an attempt to relieve some of the strain, unable to move far enough with her tight bonds. Twisting them he watches her face, her eyes tearing up again, her jaw set determinedly. Little jerks, squeezing, twisting, constantly changing, never letting her get used to the feelings. He gives them a final vicious tweak & she yelps in pain. A single tear rolls down her cheek as she lays there, craning her neck to watch his every move. He picks up a bottle of creme & sits on the bed beside her, setting the cool plastic container on her bare stomach. She shivers, not so much from the chilly bottle as from the intense shine in his eyes. He dabs some of the creme on his fingertip & smears it thickly around one nipple then the other. The cold is a shock to her tender nipples, making them tighten sharply. He trails the extra creme down the middle of her body, stopping above her smooth shaven mound. He smiles a strange smile & watches her for a moment, as if waiting for something. She can feel her nipples warming, thinking her body has become accustomed to the cold creme. She fidgets a little as the heat grows in her nipples & along the line he traced down her body. He smiles wickedly & runs his finger along her lower lips, wiping the tiniest bits of creme on her labia. She whimpers as the heat continues to escalate, almost as if a flame is being held just below her nipples. She is squirming on the bed, her bonds still keeping her from getting anywhere. A smoldering trail down her body leads to the steadily rising heat on her lips. She is groaning, pleading with her eyes, still refusing to ask for anything. He takes an ice cube from the glass on the nightstand & holds it over her nipple, just close enough she can feel the cold. She bites her lip again, struggling with her willful pride until finally she begs,"Please Master?" His chuckle sent chills up her spine, or maybe it was the ice cube he was circling her nipples with. She rocks her hips up, hoping he will move the cooling down to her lips. He keeps the ice on her nipples, letting the chill ease the burning ache of the creme. The ice is quickly melting & its soothing cold is being replaced by a heat even more intense than before. She writhes on the bed, moaning as her nipples seem to burn hotter, making her forget the heat on her pussy. Another ice cube slides down her body, the cool wet trail rapidly turning hotter. He sets the bottle of creme aside, picks up a nearby washcloth & smiles knowingly at her. Ignoring the strip of fire along her body's center, he wipes around her nipple, the terrycloth slightly rough on her tender skin. He catches her nipple with the cloth, pinching & twisting lightly as he wipes off the creme. She closes her eyes & purrs softly while he repeats the process with the other one, leaving her trembling as he goes to put the cloth away. There is enough residue of the creme to leave her nipples still throbbing from the tingling heat. He sits back on the bed & she looks up as he begins casually toying with her nipples. He pinches them causing her to wince & quickly fastens a clamp to one, then the other. He lifts the chain connecting them, tugging just a little bit so she whimpers, then lets it fall. He begins tracing light circles on her stomach, his fingertips just barely touching her skin. Feathery caresses moving all over her body, alternating between his fingertips & his fingernails, just enough to have her aching, her skin tingling. Very soon she is arching up her body where ever she can to meet his touch, whimpering for more. He stops to pick up a make up brush & she looks at him, her eyes questioning, but he just smiles, not saying a word. She closes her eyes as he strokes the brush across her lids, then over her cheeks, across her forehead & down her nose, the soft bristles against her skin. She gasps as he caresses her lips with the brush, the soft rough feeling of the bristles as they mold to her mouth's contours. Her lips still tingle deliciously as he trails the brush down her neck, along her shoulder, following her arm. Over the soft crook of her elbow, up to her hand, tracing the lines of her palm before moving back down to her chest. She giggles when he drags it across her ribs, he knows that she is ticklish there. Like a silken tongue he glides the brush down her stomach, around her navel, down the crease of her leg & she moans. Caressing her inner thigh, letting the bristles just tickle the underside of her knee & she giggles again. Down her leg to her foot, running the brush along the arch of her foot so she squirms & squeals. Moving to the other foot, still teasing her arch & just under her toes as she pulls against the bonds laughing helplessly. Then he continues up her other leg, lifting her knee to fully stroke the back of it & make her wiggle some more. Up her body, up under her arm & back down to follow her shoulder & collarbone. He gently brushes the hollow of her throat, following her body's line down to the valley of cleavage & around her breast. Slowly he spirals up her breast, the bristles awakening every nerve as he traces around her areola. She sucks a breath in anticipating the brush on her nipple but he moves to her other breast. He does a similar spiral around her other breast, finally stopping over her nipple, slowly he lowers the brush. The bristles pushing into her nipple like thousands of soft needles, almost stinging, but not quite. He begins teases her nipples with brush, dragging it across for a few strokes, then poking them with the bristles, he does this several times. He moves back to her throat as if to begin all over again. He strokes her skin with long sweeps, as if he is painting every muscle, every curve. Moving along her body, touching each crevice with the brush, sweeping down between her thighs. Finally he drags the brush along her pussy lips & she cries out, her damp lips spreading slightly. He teases her lips a bit before moving back up her body, tracing up & around her navel, poking inside with the bristles. He leans very close & blows his warm breath across her stomach. Her flesh is so sensitive, immediately it comes up in gooseflesh & she whimpers for his touch. He gives tug on the chain, pulling on her clamped nipples with a smile & she squeals. He picks up the suede flogger & she trembles eagerly as he lets the tails lay across her hip. He drags the ends along her legs, the soft leather caressing her lightly. He pulls back, watching her suck in a breath & tense for the first blow. He slowly lowers the flogger until the knotted tails are just tickling her pussy lips & she groans. Quickly he pulls back & swings, landing an easy blow across her vulnerable stomach. Her skin is so over sensitive that it feels like a tremendous blow on her body & she screams. He lays a latticework of pink stripes over her torso whiles she moans, steadily moving down to her hips. The tails wrap around her hips nicely as he stripes them too, the pleasure & pain blurring as she writhes in her bonds. He works each thigh on it's own, letting the biting tails land as close to her pussy as possible. She can feel the rush of wind on her pussy lips as the flogger slices through the air. Moving down her legs, raining lighter blows now since there is less tissue to absorb the punishment. She cringes when he pauses at her feet & smiles up at her. The first lash hits her tender sole & she yelps, thrashing against the restraints. He alternates from one foot to the other, the flogger's tails curling around to abuse the tops as well. He runs his fingers over her foot & she whimpers trying to pull away, the tears flowing freely from her eyes. He lets the flogger trail up her body, deliberately dragging the tails across her pussy. He stands just above her head & she wonders what is next. She doesn't register the first sting of her palm, when the second hits she clenches her hand closed. He hooks his fingers under the chain between her nipples & raises it high, lifting her breasts with it. "Open your hand." he insists. She keeps her hand in a tight fist, shaking her head defiantly. He tugs the chain up harder & she squeals, opening her hand quickly. He whips her hands & arms, bringing bright pink stripes across them too. The blows are not that hard, but seem to hurt much more as she struggles trying to get away. Somewhere through her pain & tears she rationalizes that her arms are not accustomed to the whippings that the rest of her body is. The thought drifts away as quickly as it had come to her & once again she is nothing more than a mass of pleasurable pain. He leaves her arms tingling, her palms on fire from the lashes. He lands a couple swings across her shoulders, light ones, simply to get her to flinch. He shows her that cruel smile of his & she shudders. He lifts the chain again, until her nipples are straining against the clamps, as if they could almost slip free. She cries out as the first lash hits the tender underside of her breasts. He lashes the top then back to the underside, watching the tails curl around her supple breasts. With each swing the flogger finds new flesh to mark, leaving her trembling, yet arching up to meet every stroke. He lets go of the chain at last, watching her breasts quiver as they fall back onto themselves. He lays the flogger on the bed beside her & reaches for something above her head. He swings a few licks of the new flogger across her breasts, the horsehair is like lines of fire on her abused skin. She gasps sharply as he drags the it across her mons, like strands of silk gliding over her. He swings the flogger & she squeals as a hundred stinging points erupt on her pussy lips. He lays five light blows, she quivers under each lash, rolling her hips trying to get away. He then drags the tails over her labia, their cool touch soothing & tickling the sting. She whimpers & moans as he switches back & forth, until her lips are a very tender. He lays his hand against her wet lips, his warm palm feels cool on her burning sex. She groans even as she pushes her hips up, pressing against his hand. Moving it, he traces her lips with just a finger. She lifts her hips, trying to get his finger inside of her. He shoves three of his fingers in suddenly, & rubs her clit with his thumb. She whimpers as he pumps his fingers in her sweet hole, thrusting her hips up to meet him. Just as she begins to feel the first sparks of her orgasm growing he pulls his hand away. "Ohhhh," she cries at the sudden emptiness. He gets up on the bed, kneels between her legs & begins running his hands over her body. His touch is gentle, but it makes her fiery skin smart & tingle. He tugs on the nipple chain before kneading her breasts in his large hands. She whimpers & twists beneath him as he drags his nails down her ribs, over her hips & to her knees. Then he begins to slide slowly up her inner thighs, massaging her muscles firmly. He lowers his face to her pussy & inhales deeply, breathing in her lusty scent. She tries to raise her hips, but his hands on her thighs keep her pressed to the bed. He looks up, his eyes sliding over the landscape of her body. She looks down at him, over the length of her trembling body, their eyes lock. He blows lightly on her lust swollen lips & she moans, tugging on her bonds. She can see the devilish gleam in his eyes & she knows he wants her to beg as certainly if he'd told her from his own lips. She tears her gaze from his as he blows another breath on her exposed sex & she tries in vain to buck her hips. She turns her head, hiding her face in her arm, trying to block out his teasing. He stays there, his breath warm on her quivering lips, not moving any closer, not touching her. His breath falling steadily on her pussy like an invisible tongue relentlessly caressing her. Hearing her whimpers & moans he knows that he is torturing her, but she is resisting. Unwilling to wait any longer he plunges his tongue between her slick lips & she moans. She knows that she has won this battle of wills, but also that she will pay for it later. He buries his face in her pussy, his tongue & teeth teasing her as she writhes under him. He sucks on her clit lightly as he flicks his tongue across it rapidly. Pushing her hips to the mattress he pulls back & laps at her glistening lips, his tongue barely slips between them. She bucks & thrusts with desire, unable to move far with his weight holding her down. She whimpers & he looks up at her, his mouth covered with her sweet nectar. Keeping eye contact with her he licks slowly along her lips & she shudders. Now she is unwilling to wait as she pleads, "Please Master, lick my pussy. Pleaasee." The last word stretches into a moan of pleasure as he begins to devour her. His tongue circles her clit, then he slides his fingers inside of her & licks vigorously. She begins to cum quickly, her body tensing, her mind exploding as the waves of ecstasy pulse through her. He keeps licking her pussy, driving his fingers in deeply, his face pressed tightly to her honeyed hole. Unable to rest she trembles continuously, sparks of pleasure shooting through her as he persists teasing her clit. She pulls at her bonds, her body shakes violently as another orgasm sweeps over her. Her reaction spurs him on, he feasts on her clenching pussy, sucking & licking ruthlessly. Her clit seems to burn every time he licks it, her body aflame, aching with torturous delight. Her senses overloading as he keeps pushing her over that rapturous cliff again & again. Gasping for breath, her body convulsing with yet another climax, she chokes out an agonizing groan. He pulls his fingers from her velvet sex, pausing to lick her taste from them as she deeply sucks in air, trying to catch her breath. Not giving her any time to recover he moves up her body & positions his head at her lips. She whimpers weakly as he kisses her hard & shoves inside of her with one quick thrust. She can feel the thick ring in his cock rubbing inside of her pussy, the steel hard against her over-sensitive womb. She twists under him, trying to get away & get closer to him at the same time. He moves his cock in & out of her as he alternately kisses, licks, & bites her. Abruptly he stops, still buried to the hilt inside of her velvet tunnel he sits up & repositions himself. He begins to slowly slide his cock again, letting her catch her breath only briefly before he speeds up. She groans & closes her eyes as she tries to regain some control of her senses. Vaguely she hears a hissing, then hundreds of lines of fire burst on her chest & she screams. Her eyes fly open in time to see him swinging another lash down on her stomach. Angry red lines appear on her tender flesh as he pulls the horsehair flogger back for another blow. Tears flow from her eyes as he rains several strokes on her body, all the while still sliding his cock in & out of her clenching pussy. She whimpers, every nerve in her body screaming with conflicting pleasure & pain as he takes her. He tugs on the nipple chain, eliciting a sharper squeal as he tosses the flogger aside. She hisses as his body presses against hers, her freshly whipped skin stinging from his touch. He lays a hand on her neck as he kisses her starvingly. He grips her throat, not enough to block her breathing, just letting her feel his power over her. "Your tears are sweet my pretty petal,"He whispers & licks a tear rolling down her cheek, "Even sweeter when I've brought them to your eyes." She moans unable to even speak. He bites her ear, his teeth marking her as he rides her harder, slamming deeper in her pussy. She arches her back & bucks under him, her hips thrust up to receive even more of his cock. He reaches up & unbuckles first one then her other wrist. She clings to him, her nails digging into his back, shuddering uncontrollably. "Oh my little bitch, how I love to feel your body tremble under me.", he whispers breathlessly. He crushes her to him, kissing her viciously & driving his cock deeper inside of her. He groans, moving his hands to her waist as he drives into her urgently. She sinks her teeth into his shoulder, her pussy squeezing hard as he thrusts forcefully into her. She can feel him as he cums inside of her, holding her tight, his fingers gripping her hips painfully. Clutching his back she moans deliriously, lost in the over loading rapture of her senses. He collapses on her still trembling body, nuzzling his face in her neck, biting her softly. She lays under his weight trying to catch her breath, her grip on him begins to relax as her orgasmic tremors lessen. She can feel his heart pounding through her chest, both of their pulses still racing, gradually slowing toward a normal pace. He moves his hips, stirring his cock inside her & she pleads, "Please don't move Master." He grins evilly & rotates his hips, slowly grinding into her. She whimpers as he slides his hand down between them & begins to rub her clit vigorously. "Nooo," she begs, trying to push him off of her & she begins to cum yet again. He tugs on the chain between her nipples, sending sharp jolts of pain through her breasts as the pleasure bursts from her sex. He kisses her deeply, taking her breath away as she moans helplessly into his mouth. Biting her lips as he breaks the kiss, he smiles looking into her eyes. She lays panting & exhausted, her skin still criss-crossed with pink stripes, a sheen of sweat covering her body. Gingerly he removes one of the clamps, bending to softly kiss & lick her sore nipple. She sighs as he does the same with her other nipple, then lays his body along side of hers. The air is cool on her burning skin, her body aching deliciously she looks over at him & smiles weakly. She takes his hand, kisses each fingertip, then kisses his palm & breathes, "My beloved Master." He cups her cheek & kisses her tenderly, trailing his hand down, stroking her throat. "My precious petal," he whispers toying with the collar around her neck. His eyes gleam impishly as he says, "You know I shall have to punish your for the glass you broke." The indignant look on her face makes him chuckle & he pulls her close, kissing her deeply. "Not to worry lover, I won't punish you too severely." he teases & she giggles. "Anything you say Master." she purrs cuddling closer in his arms.

The cool night air seeps in from the open window as I sit alone in front of the mirror. My body is lightly clothed, a soft white almost lace like wrap moves sensuously over my curves as I lift my arms and run a hairbrush through the length of my soft chestnut tresses. The breeze chills my skin, makes my nipples pucker into hard points as I drop the brush and move my hands over myself. I open my palms, rubbing then clockwise, brushing over the tips of my breasts. The heat of my hands and the coolness of my skin excites me, making a flutter start low in my belly. I watch my hands in the mirror, strumming over my nipples then squeezing and kneading my breasts slowly, rolling and pinching the tips through the thin material. I close my eyes and imagine your hands on my body, your breath on my neck as you tease me, your rough fingers plucking my nipples and my pussy starts to tingle, I feel my moisture seeping from me as I lose myself in my daydream. I lean back in my chair and open my legs wide, opening my robe and letting it fall over the back of the chair. I open my eyes and look at myself again, my pussy is wet, I can see the sheen of juices on my slit in the low light. My nipples are hard and dark pink from me teasing them. My face flushed and my eyes hungry. I look in the mirror and see you doorway behind me, leaning against the doorframe. Your eyes move over me and a small smile twists the corners of your mouth. I move my hands under my breasts, lifting them and offering them to you as our eyes hold in the mirror. A low moan escapes my lips as I lift one higher and flick my tongue out, wetting the tip of one, then the other. I squeeze them tight, pinching my nipples between my fingers as I watch your face. I open my mouth to speak, but you cut me off before I can. "Shhh," you bring your finger to your lips and shush me, your eyes on my hands. "Pinch your nipples baby." Your voice is both rough and smooth, like gravel under velvet and a shiver runs down my spine as I obey, pinching just the tips between my thumbs and fingers. The feeling is magnified a thousand fold with your eyes on me. "Squeeze them…show me how you want me to play with them." I watch your face behind me as I knead the soft flesh in my hands, tugging my nips, rolling them between my fingers, pinching then hard, just on the border of pain. My pussy is on fire as I taunt myself, my breasts feel swollen, my nipples throbbing. I lock eyes with you in the mirror and slowly slide one of my hands lower, down my torso and I cup my pussy in my palm. Im hot and sopping wet as I rub the flat of my hand against the lips of my sex. I moan loud as I grind my clit against it, smiling as I see your hand rub your cock through the thick worn denim of your jeans. "Open yourself for me…let me see baby." I open my legs even wider and move both hands down, pulling open the lips of my sex, I can see my moisture glistening on my heated flesh in my reflection, my clit hard and standing at attention, its hood pulled back. I moan as the cool air hits me. I'm so fucking horny I think ill explode if I don't touch myself there, and soon. "Finger yourself baby…fuck yourself with your hands, but don't come yet." I watch you as I run my fingertips up and down my slit, teasing us both. I cry out as I lightly brush over my sensitive nub, the light touch almost like electric shock as my body jerks a bit. I let my hands trail lower, circling my opening with one fingertip then slowly pushing it into my heat. I moan as I slide first one finger, then two into my sex. I lift my hips and push them out as I glance at my hand in the mirror. My light fingers slipping between the swollen lips of my dark pink cunt. I add a third finger and I feel the stirrings of orgasm fluttering in my lower abdomen. Im so close, a light flick of my clit and I would explode. I watch as you move behind my chair, your hands reaching down, your breath hot on the back of my neck as you cup my breasts in your hands and squeeze them roughly, pinching my nipples hard as you sink your teeth into the tender skin of my shoulder. Your eyes watch as my fingers move faster, my wrist hitting the lips of my sex and teasing my clit as I fill myself over and over. "You want to come baby?" Your fingertips roll my nipples back and forth as my body rocks against my hand. "Yesss." My voice is breathy, my face flushed as I watch your tanned hands move lower over my ivory colored skin. The contrast is erotic, the dark and the light. Your fingertips gently spread me open, one finger presses against the side of my clit. I cry out as I shift, giving you better access and trying to press myself full on against your finger. "You want me to make you come?" "Oh god baby…please…I need it so bad!" My hand slams in and out of my pussy, Im right there…just need a little touch, a caress. "Then come." As you speak the words to me your finger moves, flicking hard and fast against my nub. I cry out as my body stiffens and my pussy contracts tight around my still moving fingers. I arch my back; stopping my hand and letting the sensations travel up and down my body as my body grips my fingers tight. Your hand doesn't slow, you keep flicking me and pinching the sensitive button, showing my no mercy as I writhe and shake on the chair. I glance in the mirror as my body calms, my hair is messed, my eyes wild. A deep blush spread over my chest. You smile as you take me by my hands and pull me up then place them palms down on the small table in front of the mirror. I watch as you step behind me, I hear you open your jeans and I widen my stance. My body is on fire, I need you inside me. I feel you press close, the heat from your body all along my back as the head of your cock slides over the length of my slit. I moan as your hands grip my hips and you rub yourself against me, getting your cock wet with my juices and teasing me into a frenzy at the same time. I tilt my hips as you slide against me, trying to lead you inside. I hear your low laugh in my ear as you sense my eagerness. "You want me baby," your voice purrs in my ear as you slide your cock back and forth, "You want my hard cock in this wet little cunt?" I look at you in the mirror, and can only nod and moan my agreement. Your eyes meet mine as you grip the base of your cock and nudge it against the opening to my body. I watch your face as I feel you enter me; filling me with your hardness. Your eyes close and a look of sheer ecstasy crosses your face as you slide in slow, feeling every inch of your cock being squeezed my the hot, wet velvet of my body. I cry out as you pull back, then slam into me hard. I grip the edge of the table and watch you in the mirror, your eyes are closed, your head is tilted back a bit as you start to pound into me. The sensations build fast as I push back against you, rolling my hips in time with your thrusts. You open your eyes and watch me, my whole body moving with yours. Your hands slide up my sides and you cup my breasts in your hands, pinching my nipples hard as your balls slap against my pussy. One hand slides lower and I feel your fingertips rubbing over my clit. I cry out loud as I come, locking my knees as my juices coat your cock and my pussy clenches tight around your shaft. Your moans fill my ears as you feel my body respond to yours. Your hands slide down to my hips and grip me tight as your cock pistons in and out of my pussy, the sounds of your flesh slapping against mine make me hotter, the friction of your cock moving inside me sends shivers down my spine, ending right at my clit, bringing me closer and closer...then pushing me over again. I scream loud as I find my pleasure. My whole body shakes from the intensity as I clamp down tight around your cock, my hand comes around and I dig my fingers into your ass, holding you inside me as I clench and unclench around you. You half moan and half grunt moving your hips in a little circle, rubbing the walls of my pussy as your cock explodes, feeling every spasm, every tightening of my sex as it milks you, your shaft jumps and pulses deep inside me. I look at your reflection, your eyes rolled back in your head and your mouth open. I smile as I grip around you tight, finding pleasure in the fact that its me that is making you feel like this, me giving you this much pleasure. Your body relaxes as you nuzzle my neck and kiss my lightly behind my ear, "I love you beautiful." Your words make me smile and a warm feeling envelopes my whole body. I feel your cock soften and slowly recede from me, our mixed fluids gradually seeping from my body and trailing down the inside of my thighs. I turn and kiss you, your lips are soft and sweet, the velvet of your tongue strokes against mine as you wrap your arms around me and hold me close. You lean into me and whisper in my ear, "Meeeeowwwrrrr." I pull back and look up at you confused, your mouth moves again… "Meeeoooowrrrr." I sputter as I open my eyes, my cats fur in my eyes as she meows loudly right in my face, the morning sunlight coming in through my bedroom window, assaulting my eyes. Remembering our date tonight, I push the cat to the floor, angry that the little bugger tore me away from you, but forming a plan in my head. I get up and search through my closet, pulling out my lacy white wrap; I glance towards my old fashioned vanity in the corner of my bedroom. Maybe tonight I can make my dream a reality

It would be fair to say that I live an ordinary life. As a thirty-something consultant I earn decent money, have a wife and children and don't break any laws. My work is varied and interesting but I find myself wishing I could experience something different. My wife and I have good friends and I believe we provide a good base for our young family. We are a good team and there is a familiarity between us that borders more on companionship than lust. Last Friday I had taken my car in to be serviced at the garage where I bought it which happens to be in the next city to my home. Having dropped the car off in the morning I left the showroom to catch a tram into the city centre where I was to spend the morning working at a client's office. The service assistant at the garage told me they would call my mobile when the car was ready (which would probably be late afternoon). I'm not used to public transport but these trams are clean, fast, and regular but sadly, under used. I shouldn't get on any eco-warrior soapbox though as every workday I drive to work (alone like most drivers) when, if I really tried, I could take the train. It's only on rare occasions that I use the tram but each time I do the same things happen such as I forget the price of my ticket, or I look at attractive women and imagine them naked. Anyone who says they've never done the latter is lying. I have an active imagination but that is as far as it goes. I never initiate conversations with my fellow travellers instead I carry my own space around with me and keep it that way. When I started my career I used public transport a lot and would attract female attention. I loved this and the thrill of making eye contact with an attractive fellow traveller was a real buzz. Years of contented living have added a few pounds to my frame and I now wear glasses. These days I don't spend hours grooming myself as I don't set out to attract anybody. It isn't a priority for me and I hate rejection. Before I knew it the tram was gliding into the city centre where I got off and headed to my clients with my umbrella, laptop bag on my shoulder and energy to face the work ahead. I had expected to be at the clients until at least after lunch but due to staff illness could only complete half my scheduled work. I got away nice and early. I grabbed a sandwich and wandered slowly to the tram stop. My plan was to catch the tram to the massive out of town shopping mall that was the last stop on the line and only a walk away from the garage where my car was being serviced. On the return tram journey I had a double seat to myself and a facing, single seat dead opposite. I dropped my laptop case onto the seat next to me, loosened my tie and looked out of the window as the city sped by. I tuned into a conversation that an elderly couple were having across the aisle with the conductor who checked my ticket and gave an accepting grunt. I looked back out of the window. After what seemed like a few hours of daydreaming (but was actually minutes) I turned to see a woman sat in the single seat opposite me. She was fumbling with her purse as the conductor broke off from his conversation to take her fare. I didn't really take a good look at her as she politely bought a return ticket to the shopping mall asking for it in a very clear, polished, Welsh accent. The sound of her voice caught my attention. I glimpsed across at her and took in a woman whose age, after some deliberation I put at 40ish. Her face was young looking with a hint of make up. She wore glasses, the frames were classy and the more I looked at her the more they made her face have a dull appeal. Her short black hair also seemed to complement her complexion... I actually found myself starting to appraise her and I felt a need to keep casting my eyes over her again and again. Her body had no outstanding features - her jacket and sweater covered a small pair of breasts (compared to my wife's) - I'd guess her size at 36B. The rest of her body was hard to imagine as she wore a brown pair of slacks, the top of which were obscured by her sweater and jacket. For the remainder of the journey I found myself looking at her and made eye contact once or twice. My lazy expression didn't give anything away though. I still hadn't got to the stage of seeing her naked as my gaze kept resting on her face. There was a little paunchiness under her chin but still there was something about her face... What was she? I could see no wedding ring - so not a bored housewife. Was she a school teacher? No, this was term time. Hmmm A university lecturer perhaps? That would make sense and she appeared to recognise the university logo on my fleece top. All these thoughts stopped as the tram pulled up at the mall for everyone to get off. I found myself walking to the exit just behind my mystery woman and I brushed lightly against her. There was definitely a charge of something between us but she acknowledged nothing. From the platform she pulled away from me walking towards the main staircase. I now got to see her from behind. She definitely started to appeal to me, her trousers showed off her arse quite well. Here was a woman who did know how to present herself. The picture was now clear in my mind small tits, big bum and some magic enchanting spell. Was it her fragrance? My eyes were fixed on her arse. With very little effort I could picture that arse, naked and pounding back onto my stomach in a dream where I was fucking her doggy style, listening to her panting with pleasure. Part of me was pleased that I wasn't dead from the waist down & the rest thought what the hell am I going to do about it anyway? A woman with a pushchair stepped in front of me and I became separated from my view of the lady with the highly appealing arse. With the object of my arse pounding fantasy gone it was time to re-enter the real world. The usual pattern of fantasy staying as fantasy hadn't been broken. I left the tram terminus with a view to loafing round the book and computer stores in the mall until either the garage rang to tell me my car was ready, or I got sick of hanging around and walked to the garage anyway, to camp out until late afternoon. I left the stairs to join the glass walkway into the mall. To my left, on the wheelchair ramp, and slightly ahead of me appeared the lady with the arse. "You should have followed me." She said, smiling. "The ramp is quicker than the stairs." I took in the sound of her voice and instinctively laughed, "You're right. I've been coming here for years and always done the same thing." I hesitated, "Is this your first time?" I spluttered out as we carried on walking. "I haven't been here for some years" she replied. "Has it changed much?" "Not really. The coffee's getting more expensive and harder to order especially if you want a medium choccamoccalocca grande." My poor attempt at humour made her laugh. She was definitely older than me but getting more appealing by the minute. I had now crossed a line. How far could this go? I followed up behind her as she walked on weaving through a throng of people coming the other way. Again all I could see was the back of this woman and in my mind an even more perfect fantasy of her bent forward with her hands against a wall, tits swaying slightly, screwing back hard onto my cock and screaming for me to fuck her harder. I was definitely aroused, excited and disappointed that our conversation had stopped flowing. Not wanting my target to get away this time I kept up with her. As we passed through the crowd of people she slowed down, turned her head and then smiled as we walked the last few yards into the first department store at the entrance to the mall. "What are you doing here today? Shopping for something particular?" She asked. "No I have a few hours to kill waiting to pick up my car from a garage. I've finished work and the garage is not far from here." I replied smiling and looking directly into her green eyes (the same colour as my own). "Aah do you work at the University then?" Her eyes now were locked into mine. I was sure this was going to work. This was a real conversation that wouldn't be out of place between people more familiar with each other. I wasn't going to let this go. I had crossed the start line of a race to get this woman naked. Having not disclosed names or occupations to each other and being as this encounter was taking place in a safe, public area I decided to take some risks. "No I studied at the University years ago. What do you do? Are you here on a day off?" I spluttered out. My heart was starting to speed up. This was definitely going somewhere. My eyes dropped to her tits. I wanted to see them. Did she notice? Yes I think she did. I felt my cheeks and ears get warm. She also coloured a little. "What do you think I do? " A playful glint appeared in her eye. "I tell you what. If you can guess I will help you kill some time with a ChoccaMoccawhateveryoucalledit after I have done my shopping. I only came here to visit this place." We were stood, facing each other at the beginning of the Ladieswear section of the Department store. "I had you down as either a teacher or a lecturer" I replied trying to look like a 'little boy lost' by glancing down at the floor, then looking back up (taking in her tits) with sullen eyes. Her smile widened, she'd seen where my eyes has wondered "OK then if you don't mind waiting I need to quickly look around in here and then I'll have to trust you to find a good coffee place." "OK, do you know where to find what your are looking for? Am I going to be embarrassed when I end up following you into the lingerie department?" I let out a nervous laugh. She went bright red. "I can't believe you just said that. This is a surreal conversation between two people... I don't even know you... I'm Janine by the way." She was confident. I was now convinced she was on the same wavelength. This was getting very good. A small silence followed. I pulled myself together and decided to go for it. I had never done anything like this in my life. In my wildest dreams I could never imagine I could be so aroused by the promise of an experience based upon such a chance encounter. I glanced around and in a low but firm and relaxed voice, gave her my pitch. "I'll tell you my name if you agree to what I'm about to suggest. This sort of encounter doesn't exactly happen every day. It may never happen again in my life. Right now all I can think about is spending the remainder of this dark and rainy afternoon seeing you naked and pleasuring your body. Now I don't like coffee, this place is open until eight tonight so how about you and I go somewhere and indulge my fantasy?" I hesitated, "If you don't want to go through with this I swear I'll walk away and not bother you ever again. If you do we've got four and a half hours left before I pick up my car. If you say yes I'll tell you my name. What do you say?" I kept a serious look on my face. I could feel my heart beating and see the shock in her eyes. She looked around. I could feel my arms trembling. I was actually quite amazed at my composure. "The answer's yes - now tell me your name." She too was serious. Inside I was in a state of shock. I had crossed so many boundaries. The tension in the air had become sexual. To my relief Janine was open to the idea of an afternoon of a no strings, sexual adventure. "David" I replied. "Pleased to meet you Janine. We should walk this way." I motioned towards the exit from the department store into the shopping mall. My mind raced as to where we could go and I remembered the Holiday Inn Express from my drive in that morning. Not far from the garage either. I wasn't thinking of my wife but which credit card I would use to pay for the room. The important thing was not giving Janine any reason to change her mind. I was about to become an adulterer and it felt damned good. Without breaking into a sprint I steered Janine towards the main front exit of the mall. As we weaved through the other shoppers I lightly touched her shoulders giving her a re-assuring smile. The touch was electric. I suppose we were both stunned at what was happening. She spoke first. "Hadn't we better get some... you know..." We were stood outside a drugstore. I didn't know what she meant. Then the penny dropped - condoms. "Shall I come in with you?" My mind was racing this was serious and I could still make a wrong move. "No. I'll go. You wait here." I watched Janine walk off to the area marked family planning. My thoughts returned to her arse. Was it me or was she swaying her hips now? I wanted so much to touch it, feel it and use it. Again I could picture her creamy arse and imagined holding onto her hips as I fucked it. Janine picked up a pack of condoms. She looked for me but I stayed out of her eye line. I watched her pick up something else but I couldn't see what. I moved back towards the exit as she went to pay. How long would I have to wait until I was fucking her? I willed her to hurry up and pay so we could get into the hotel room. I was anxious that she'd change her mind. I couldn't believe I'd got this far. Janine walked towards me clutching a small paper bag. As she had no bag of her own I took it and put in it my laptop bag. I tried to feel what else she had bought apart from the condoms. Her face said nothing as I purposefully let my hand touch her right breast as I closed my laptop bag. I saw her shudder and give a brief smile. I smiled back at her and without saying anymore we made for the exit of the mall walking very closely together but not touching. This increased the sexual tension. Outside the mall we entered the dark lower level of the multi-story car park. It was cold and damp and I could hear the rain on the top level above. Again the not touching or speaking made the atmosphere more charged. I waited until there was no one around then touched her arse. She looked back and smiled. I had to say it. "That feels just as good as it looks... you've got a gorgeous arse." "Right now I feel like you've already undressed me with your eyes. My bum feels like it's on fire. You were staring at it before we even spoke." A wicked smile came onto her face. We continued walking onto the main road leading to the hotel I put my umbrella up against the rain and I pulled her towards me. I then took the chance to kiss her fully on the mouth. I let my free hand circle her waist. I'd got a real hard-on by now and she felt it through my trousers. "My My I'd forgotten what one of those felt like," she grinned. "Same here" I replied quickly. It was obvious that neither of us had had it in ages. Given the traffic and waiting around at the last set of lights there was no more touching on the walk to the hotel. My hard-on was still at full strength as we entered the lobby. Janine waited by the door out of range of the desk. I booked a room giving my name but the address and postcode of an associate I knew who lived miles away. As I used my company debit card I could pass this off as a consultancy expense especially if my wife found the bank statement. I got the key to the room and with a remarkable coolness Janine joined me at the lift door. As there were only two floors in the place the lift journey was short and sweet. I stood behind Janine and let my breath hit the back of her neck. She shuddered and I though of what her nipples would be doing under that sweater which would soon be coming off. Our room was pretty sweet, two double beds, a desk, two chairs and a footrest. The bathroom light was on as I dropped my laptop bag onto the floor and started to get undressed. Now for the fun. Janine removed her jacket. "What do you want me to do first?" Janine asked. "We get naked and have a bath. Now get your knickers off" I was surprised at the tone in my voice. I set the bath running. "Just my knickers? You really know how to charm a lady don't you?" came the cheeky reply. I grabbed Janine and pulled her to me kissing her full on the mouth. Now my hands got busy. As I kissed her my hands slid onto her arse and started to kneed her butt cheeks. She moaned in to my mouth. I reached round to the front and unbuttoned her trousers pushing them down to her knees. Her knickers followed. The tightness of the knicker-elastic around her knees made her arse nice and firm. My hands continued to wander over her gorgeous globes my index finger drifting into the crack of her arse. She wiggled and squirmed moaning more and more. 'Hmmm she likes this.' I thought. I stood back from her and pulled her sweater over her head to reveal a small white bra holding her pert little rack. I pushed her back on to the bed, raised her knees up and pulled the shoes off her feet followed by her trousers and knickers. Whilst she struggled to undo her bra I ran my hands down her legs to her cunt and started to tease it with my fingers. She'd had a recent bikini wax. Overall a neat little pussy. She shuddered and her breathing got harder. Janine was struggling with her bra so I turned her over. She was lying flat on the bed and after catching my breath at the sight of her naked arse I undid the back catch of her bra. She slid it over each of her arms and threw it onto the floor. I was pleasantly surprised to see her tits showing from the sides but my attention turned to that gorgeous arse. I reached under her hips and pulled her up onto her knees. I gently raised her so that her nipples were just gently touching the bedspread. I reached under and cupped each of her tits. I let my groin rub the crack of her arse. "God that's good, why are you still dressed?" She could feel the fabric of my clothes against that gorgeous wide arse. All I wanted to do was stick something up her arse as soon as possible but first her clit needed some attention. She was already a bit moist as my fingers teased her little clit making her moan. "Yes! Yes!' I could hear the words being hissed into the bed covers. My cock was like a rod of iron. This woman was hot and begging for it. I decided to talk dirty. "You love this don't you? You like me feeling your tits and groping your big gorgeous arse don't you?" "Yes I do... touch me, play with me..." I played with her clit and rubbed my thumb up and down her cunt. "Do you like me playing with your cunt before I fuck you? You like men touching your cunt don't you?" "Yes I'm dir.. Ahhh don't stop that's so bloody good." She was getting into the spirit of this "What do you want me to do to you?" Janine span round onto her arse, sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at me. Her glasses made her look like a naughty secretary as she sat completely nude on the edge of the bed facing me. The musky smell of her cunt reached my nose and I instinctively smiled down at her whilst rubbing her tits. They felt so firm and filled the palms of my hands. My hands were warmer than her firm, juicy titflesh. She shuddered. I pulled back slightly and rolled both of her erect nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. "I want you to take your clothes off. I want to see your cock." She demanded. "Keep talking dirty to me, tell me everything you're doing." I had already unbuttoned my shirt so took that off and unzipped my fly. Her hands reached for my belt. Before I knew it my trousers were round my ankles. In one swift move Janine pulled my hands off her tits and reached down to undo my shoes. I got another amazing view of her arse. I reached over and pulled her arse cheeks apart blowing gently into her crack. Again I felt her breathing quicken and she moaned as I raised my feet in turn and kicked off my shoes and socks. She came back up so her head was in front of my shorts. She pulled them down to be confronted with my cock. She looked up at me again as I stepped out of my shorts then took the end into her mouth. I nearly came on the spot. My wife hadn't done that to me in years and although Janine was nervous I'm sure she'd done this before. I placed my hands on either side of her head and slowly joined in the backwards and forwards movement as my cock slid in and out of her mouth. "Oh yeah that's it, suck my cock you gorgeous lady. Suck it." My naughty secretary was doing a real number on me and this was what I'd been craving. Realising that the bath was almost full I decided on a strategy of shoot my load then have a bath with her. I couldn't decide whether to unload into her mouth or all over her face and tits. If I did it would be a big load and I would last longer the next time. I took threw my glasses onto the desk. I grabbed hold of her head and started to increase the speed and depth of my thrusts into her mouth. I wanted my first blow to be special. An idea struck me. "Hold on gorgeous" I pulled my cock out of her mouth leaving her a little dazed. I grabbed the footrest and pulled it towards us my cock flying around like a lance. Using her pert little tits I steered Janine off the end of the bed and sat her on the footrest so her arse was just hanging over the edge. She giggled. "Take my cock back into your mouth and shuffle your arse so it's hanging over the edge." "God this feels so dirty, are you going to come in my mouth?" "I haven't decided yet I was wondering whether to paint a pretty pattern over your tits or arse. Whatever happens I'm not far off coming. Take me deep into your mouth." She obliged her gorgeous face glowing as she closed her lips around my cock and made a real go of sliding it to the back of her throat. The view was breathtaking. "That's it gorgeous. Suck my cock. Play with your gorgeous titties." Her hands dropped to her tits and I watched as she massaged her little grapefruit sized tits. She started to pull quite hard on her nipples and I could feel a gorgeous vibration on my cock as she moaned with it in her mouth. "Oh yes you gorgeous bitch suck my cock. Faster, yes. Take your hands and pull your arse cheeks apart." I watched as she let go of her tits and placed a hand on each buttock. She gave a sexy wiggle and pulled each buttock apart. I reached down and pulled her forward using her nipples. This increased the stretch on her arse and I saw her pucker. "Oh god yes I'm going to come .. here it comes... get ready AAHH Janine...' Janine tensed up as my first spasm went into her mouth. She gagged so I pulled out of her mouth and lifted her up. Taking my cock in my left hand I rubbed her firm tits with my cock spraying a little cum over her neck and tits. As the spasms decreased I turned her round, bent her over the stool so her elbows were resting on it and rubbed my cock on her arse crack letting the last of the cum coat her arse. "Oh god that was good. You're an amazing, sexy woman with a horny body." I gasped. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I've never had cum in my mouth before." She was rubbing my cum into her tits. "I'll be washing that off soon, let's get in to the bath." I turned off the taps and let some water out before we both squeezed into the bath. I had picked up the shower/gel and decided that it was Janine's turn to be pleasured. She took off her glasses, kissed me and then climbed into the bath with her back to me. I immediately began soaping her upper body and reached round under her arms to focus on her neck and tits. I washed my spent cock and then we both stood up. I turned her round towards me and started soaping her back moving slowly down to her arse. Her body felt amazing rubbing against mine working up a lather with the bath gel I had soaped her with. I kissed her fully on the mouth conscious of her heavy breathing and slow sensuous sliding movements. She was enjoying this. "Now for your arse." I soaped the jiggly globes and cautiously slipped a well-soaped finger in to her arse crack. With my free hand I applied soap directly in to her arse and felt her shudder at the cold. I worked my index finger in to her arse applying pressure and feeling it slide in. as this was a day for crossing boundaries I decided to go for it. Janine's breathing quickened. My right hand was now at her front massaging her clit and occasionally slipping inside her. My left hand was squeezing her right buttock whilst my index finger slid in and out of her arse. Her resistance was lowered and she was moaning with pleasure. It felt like I was playing a world class cello. Janine wriggled her body against my double invasion. Her breathing got ragged, she pulled her mouth from mine and held on to my neck, her body starting to tense up. I quickened my pace on her clit and had two fingers up her cunt. I had one finger up her arse and she was dancing on my hands, all the time grinding her little, soaped-up tits into my chest. I could fell her rock hard nipples brushing against my chest. She was loving this. I looked down to see her tits moving around. her areolae were hidden by soaps suds. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes this is so good. Oh yes fuck that feels sooo good.." she was gasping, her eyes shut tight soaking up the pleasure. Her excitement started to get me excited. I decided to risk another finger up her arse. I slowly started to introduce another finger my hand digging into her deliciously soft buttock. No resistance. She started to cry out. This gorgeous sexy woman was enjoying my hands simulating every hole between her legs. Janine was more or less standing on the sides of the bath riding up and down like a pogo stick. "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH fuck yes yes yes yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss that feels so good. Fuck me with your hands...." Janine stopped shouting out, tensed up and let out a massive sigh. Her legs went limp and her full weight rested on my hands. My fingers were still nicely embedded in her arse and cunt. She started to relax trying to free herself from my hands. I slowly and carefully released my fingers and kissed her full on her mouth as she tried to catch her breath. I turned her around put her hands against the bathroom wall and while still stood in the bath recovering, I rinsed her off with the shower head. She turned round to look at me her eyes half open and a little smile. I brought the shower head down to her arse and whilst enjoying the view rinsed her arse and pussy. When she finally spoke it was a relaxed, contented voice. "I've never come like that before. What you did to me was incredible. What did you do to my arse?." I looked back at her as she towelled herself dry. "Nothing compared to what I want to do to it." I replied with a semi serious face. "What do you mean? You want to... fuck my arse?" "Yes' "OOh you naughty boy. I would never have had you down as wanting to stick your cock up my arse when I first saw you on the tram." "Looks are deceiving I think both of us have experienced a lot so far and will go away from this a lot wiser still. I can't think of a better way to spend a wet Friday afternoon.' "Oh I agree. You mentioned wiser still...?" A smile crept onto Janine's face. "Ok then. We're both dry. How about we go back into the bedroom?" Janine lay back on the bed, legs spread wide and I immediately dived onto her pussy. I spent the next ten minutes making her moan as my tongue danced over her clit and slid slowly in and out of her cunt. Occasionally I would let my tongue dance on to her pucker and slide up her arse. She loved this. The more Janine moaned the more aroused I became. My cock was now hard and throbbing from earlier. She was pulling and twisting her nipples. I had been used to women with big, heavy tits. This afternoon had definitely improved my opinion on small-breasted women. Janine just lay on her back thrusting her hips up and muttering obscenities, "Oh yes stick your tongue up my arse you dirty bastard, God I love that. I can't wait to feel you inside me." She raised her knees and pulled my head away as she experienced a climax. She got up from the bed. "One second, I almost forgot." Janine reached for my laptop bag and took out the drugstore bag. Bending over, she emptied the contents onto the bed. There was a pack of ribbed condoms and the other box I'd seen which contained a tube of KY Jelly. The little minx had really planned ahead! I laughed, "KY eh? You knew I was going to fuck you up the arse didn't you?" "Well I thought if you were able to get me to agree to sex that easily you must be adventurous. I thought it was time I finally got a good rogering up my arse. When I was at uni I stopped my boyfriend from doing it and I've always regretted that and wondered what having my arse fucked would be like. Besides I felt your eyes on my rear long before we spoke. It has been tingling ever since then. It's time to scratch my itch as much as it is yours." I mulled over the fantasy in my mind. I wanted to start where we had left off before the bath. I wanted everything now before it was time to leave. "David I'm all yours lets do this." I pulled the foot stool over. "Sit on this gorgeous. Like you did before with your arse hanging over the edge. That'll do for starters. Put your glasses on for me like before.' Janine put on her glasses, they were all she was wearing and she looked spectacular. She took my cock in her hand and started to alternate between rubbing her tits and kissing the tip of it. All the time I had a gorgeous view of her arse and little hanging tits. Her arse had spread nicely on the footrest and I could her pucker nicely reddened from my earlier attentions. I let her suck on my cock. The saliva making her nipples glisten as she rubbed each one. I applied some pressure to the back of her neck and pushed her down. I picked up the lube and squirted a large dollop into her arse crack. She jumped with the cold so I started to slide my fingers up and down warming the liquid up and occasionally slipping a finger into her tight arsehole. Each time I did I felt a response from her mouth vibrating nicely round my cock. "Get up on to the bed on your hands and knees and stick your arse up in the air." Janine slowly relinquished my cock from her mouth and did as she was told. The anticipation was building. Her cheeks were flushed. She obediently stuck her sweet derriere up into the air accentuating the curve of her back. That arse was spectacular and ripe for fucking! I toyed with her for a while just blowing on to her cunt and lightly touching her clit. Each time she pushed back trying to prolong my touching but I pulled away. I studied her arse letting her feel my breath on her pucker. Eventually it got to me so with the aid of the KY jelly I started to ease one and then two fingers in to her arse. She was incredibly tight and her breathing was getting deeper. She felt hot and tight inside. With my free hand I slapped each of the arse cheeks making her jump. "That's it relax. Feel my fingers probing and filling your gorgeous arse. Use your hands to pull your arse open wider." Janine's hands reached round onto her beautiful arse globes and with her fingers spread out and her painted nails in her arse crack she really pulled her arse wide open to reveal her puckered starfish. I eventually found myself with three fingers to the knuckle sliding in and out of her arse. Her breathing was laboured and I couldn't tell whether she was enjoying herself. "David fuck me." I pulled on a condom and slid my cock in to her pussy. Janine cried out and braced herself with her arms on the bed. My cock slid all the way in without any difficulty until I felt my balls touching her pussy. Her cunt muscles were clamping on my cock trying to hold me in place. She was loving this and starting to push back. With my cock deeply embedded in her pussy I jabbed my left thumb into her arsehole. Janine squealed at this, looked over her shoulder and smiled lewdly. Her little tits were hanging down with her hard nipples rubbing against the bed spread. Janine rotated her arse in a slow clockwise motion exposing my cock and then pushing back to take it all the way back in. "Fuck me now. I want to feel your cock in my arse." I slid out of her cunt, pulled off the condom and applied some KY to my cock rubbing it from tip to base. "This is it gorgeous I'm going to fuck your arse." Janine tensed again as my cock slid into her arse. After I eased my cock head in the pressure subsided. I slid all the way in and it felt incredible! "Oh yes... my cock is right up your gorgeous, creamy, Welsh arse." I hissed, my head back and eyes closed. Janine was moaning with a mix of pain and pleasure, her breathing was heavy and laboured. I couldn't see her face to read the expression but this felt good. As soon as I could feel my balls on her cunt I stopped to savour the moment. It was truly amazing. "Come on David fuck me! I'm your bitch!" She gasped between deep breaths. I pulled out again and slid my cock all the way back in making her gorgeous arse cheeks jiggle with each stroke. "Oh yes... that's good... keep going." Janine's teeth were clenched. "Come on then bitch, let's make this more interesting." Whilst deeply embedded up her shit hole I put my arms around under her waist and picked her up off the bed to swing her round to face the wall. I positioned her standing in front of the mirror. My cock was being squeezed as I positioned her exactly as I had fantasized on the train. I put her hands against the wall on either side of the mirror and reached under to grab her tits. I cradled them in my palms and massaged them with big round movements until eventually I was pulling the nipples quite hard to increase the bend in her waist. "Uh yes, oh yes, fuck my arse, fuck... slam it in my arse... play with my tits..." Janine was now pushing back against my cock and I knew I was ready to blow my load. The view of her face and tits in the mirror was really getting to me. With my hands mauling her little swaying tits I stroked three more times into her rectum. My stomach and balls were making a neat slapping sound against her nicely spread arse and pussy. "Janeeeeeen I'm coming. I'm coming in your arse... right up your beautiful Welsh arse." Janine pushed back extra hard as I came up her arse. My hands were now removed from her tits and raking her buttocks. I wanted to empty my balls in to this beautiful arse. I grabbed her buttocks and pulled her back harder. I kept moving in small strokes until I slid my cock out leaving her pucker red and open. Janine just stood there, leaning against the mirror with her well-used bum still sticking back up in the air. Eventually we curled up and lay on the bed, just recovering and staring, in silence at the ceiling. I know I wanted this sort of liaison to carry on as often as possible. The silence was broken by the ring tone of my mobile telephone. My car was ready - it was 4:30pm and time to go. "Typical bloke! You either roll over and go to sleep or run away." Janine joked. We exchanged mobile numbers and we agreed to meet again soon.

Full…she'd never felt this full before. * * * When He called this afternoon and gave her instructions on how to prepare herself, she knew He had something special planned for tonight. Not in a million years would she have guessed that it would end up like it did. After hanging up the phone, she had walked into the bathroom and ran a nice hot bubble bath. Before slipping into the tub she waxed her legs, under her arms, and around His fuck hole, making sure she was completely bare and smooth, just the way He required. Just the way He'd specified on the phone. Satisfied that she had not missed a single spot, she lowered herself into the steaming bubbles, laying back for a moment to luxuriate in the feeling of the warmth surrounding her. As she took the bath sponge and began running it down over her body, cleansing herself for Him, she shut her eyes and let her mind drift. It was His fingers she felt tracing around her nipples, over the plain of her tummy, between her silky thighs to stroke the swelling lips of her cunt. As her finger lightly touched the engorged bud of her clit, she felt an electric shock shoot through her. With a loud gasp she snapped open her eyes and yanked her hand away from her cunt. An unauthorized orgasm would only serve to displease Him. Finishing up her bath quickly, she tried to ignore the throbbing between her legs. As she stepped out of the tub, she grabbed a large fluffy towel off the rack and dried herself briskly, mind once again wandering to all the times He'd dried her. It was always rough, but she could feel the tenderness underlying His motions. Wrapping the towel around her, she padded off to the bedroom to continue preparing herself for the events to come. Letting the towel drop to the floor, she stood before the full-length mirror on the back of the door and studied her reflection. Sighing and shaking her head, she turned away from the mirror and walked across the bedroom to the dressing table. "I still say I'm fifteen pounds overweight!" she mumbled to herself. "That means He's wrong, even if He is the Master!" Pulling open the top drawer of the ornate wooden jewelry box, she saw the gold nipple clips with the tiny pink crystal tear drops hanging from them. Taking one between her fingers, she lifted it up to her right breast, brushing her nipple with the tips of her the fingers of her left hand until it stiffened and lengthened, then slipping the clip around the swollen bud. It pinched lightly at her nipple…not painfully, but enough to remind her it was there. As if the weight of the crystal teardrop would let her forget! With a little flick of her fingers, she started the teardrop swaying, pulling at her nipple, then reached into the box and removed the twin. A moment later both of her nipples were adorned with the jewelry. Next she removed the thin gold choker from around her neck and placed it in the bottom drawer of the jewelry box, taking up the one and a half inch black leather collar with the D-ring in front and putting it around her throat in its place. A quick glance at the clock revealed that she was almost out of time. His car would be pulling into the garage any moment, and she was expected to be kneeling in front of the garage door, waiting for Him, when He entered the house. Quickly slipping her feet into the three-inch stiletto heeled "fuck me" shoes, she made her way back down the stairs and dropped to her knees in front of the door leading to the garage just as she heard the automatic door close behind His car. A moment later, the door swung open and He stepped inside, smiling at her as He spotted her in her kneel, awaiting Him. He took one step towards her, shutting the door behind Him, and ran His fingers into her thick ash-blonde hair, tightening His grip and yanking her head back so her face turned up towards Him. He bent down and kissed her roughly, sucking her lower lip into His mouth and chewing lightly on it. After a moment He pulled back from the kiss, releasing her hair from His grip. He grinned down at her, a wicked twinkle in His eye, then stepped around her. "Wait here…I'll be back down in a few minutes." He commanded over His shoulder as He left the kitchen and headed up the stairs to the bedroom. Obediently, she remained kneeling in front of the garage door. After a moment she heard the sound of the shower. Shutting her eyes, she pictured Him under the spray of the showerhead, His strong rough hands lathering His body. As the sounds of the water ceased, she visualized Him stepping from the tub and drying Himself, then applying His deodorant, followed by the cologne that He knew drove her wild. Ten minutes later she heard Him coming back down the stairs two at a time. He walked back into the kitchen and stopped in front of her. Eyes cast down, she kept her gaze locked on the toes of His shiny black shoes. "Stand, slut." He growled at her. In one fluid motion she raised from her kneel to a standing position before Him, and felt her breath catch momentarily at the sight of Him. He stood before her in His white dinner jacket and black tuxedo pants. His fingers worked to fasten the top button of His ribbed shirt as He caught her gaze in His. He held the bow tie out to her. "Fix it." He commanded. Taking a step closer to Him, breathing in His cologne and the masculine scent of Him beneath it, she placed the tie around His neck, under His collar, and busied herself tying it for Him. When she was finished, she took a step back from Him again, drinking Him in with her eyes. He grinned at her. "Do you like what you see, slut?" He asked. "Wow." Was all she managed to reply. He chuckled and walked around her, into the living room and to the closet by the front door. Risking a quick peek over her shoulder, she saw Him taking His trench coat off of the hanger. As He started to turn back towards her, she quickly directed her attention forward again, locking her eyes on a pattern in the wood grain on the garage door. "This is what you'll be wearing tonight, slut." He whispered to her as He draped the trench coat around her smooth shoulders. Biting her lower lip, she managed to keep from protesting. He opened the door and reached inside the garage, removing the gold chain leash from the hook on the wall and turning back towards her. "Kneel." He commanded, and she quickly dropped back onto her knees, head held high, eyes cast down. He took a step towards her and leaned over, hooking the leash to the D-ring on the front of her collar. Then He turned and walked down the step into the garage, giving the leash a tug to pull her along on her hands and knees behind Him. He led her around to the passenger side of the car and pulled open the door, stepping aside to allow her to crawl up into the seat and arrange herself in a sitting position. Before shutting the door, He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss, pulling the trench coat shut in the front to keep her covered. After pulling the garage door shut, He slid behind the wheel of the car next to her. With a quick flick of His wrist the engine roared to life. In the passenger side view mirror she could see the automatic door raising behind the car as He shifted into reverse and pulled down the driveway. He pulled onto the street and pointed the nose of the car in the direction of the city. "Master?" she asked hesitantly, her voice barely a whisper. He glanced over at her and grinned. "Patience, slut…you'll learn soon enough what I have in store for you." Taking a deep breath, knowing that she was pushing her luck, she began again. "Master…may Your slut inquire as to what is expected of her tonight, Sir?" "Obedience, slut. Plain and simple. I expect you to make Me proud. Understood?" "Yes, Master. Pleasing You and making You proud is what Your slut strives for always, Sir." "Good girl." He told her with a smile, reaching over and placing His right hand on her left thigh. As He merged the car onto the freeway, she felt His fingers caressing the inside of her thigh, sliding up until they lightly brushed the swollen lips of her cunt. His strong fingers parted her lips, and she felt Him exploring her wetness, pad of His middle finger brushing lightly over the throbbing jewel of her clit. Pressing herself back against the seat, she slid her hips forward slightly, opening herself to Him. As she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, her breathing grew heavier, letting Him know the effect He was having on her. The interior of the car was filled with the perfume of her musk. He continued teasing her with one hand, knowing exactly how to keep her on the very edge of orgasm without pushing her over. He could see her squirming slightly in her seat, and every time she tried to press herself against His fingers, He would withdraw them just out of reach of her hungry cunt and aching clit. Without realizing how much time had passed, uncertain whether it had been only a few minutes or a tortured eternity, she felt His hand move from between her thighs and the car slow to a stop. Opening her eyes, she realized they were deep in the heart of the city, parked at the curb in front of what appeared to be a darkened and abandoned warehouse. He opened the door of the car and slid out, and she saw Him walking around the front of the vehicle until He stood next to her door. He opened it and reached in, grabbing the leash hanging from her collar and giving it a sharp tug to guide her from the car. "Upright." He ordered, and she exited the car to stand before Him. He reached towards her and pulled the trench coat closed again. Mortified, she realized that the coat had fallen open during the drive, and wondered how many truck drivers had gotten a view of her jewelry-adorned breasts. He turned towards the steel front door of the warehouse, yanking on the leash to pull her along behind Him. Stumbling on her stiletto heels, she followed along a pace behind and slightly to His right. He paused before the door and gave three short, quick raps on the steel. A window in the door slid open, revealing a pair of scrutinizing blue eyes. "Hephaestus." He said, repeating the evening's password. The heavy door swung open and He walked through it, pulling on the leash to drag her along behind Him. The door clanged shut behind them, and the owner of the blue eyes, a short man with a shock of white hair, straightened himself and turned to them. "Good evening, Sir. The O/others have already arrived and are awaiting you in the Master's chamber. May I take the lady's wrap, Sir?" "You may, Bishop." He answered the man, pulling the trench coat from her shoulders and leaving her exposed before the club steward. He handed the trench coat over to Bishop, who took it and folded it over his arm. "May I bring You anything, Sir?" Bishop asked. "My usual, Bishop…and a cigar." He answered. "Macanudo Maduro Rothschild, Sir?" asked Bishop. He chuckled. "You are truly a treasure to this club, Bishop. Perhaps someday this slut will be able to anticipate My needs and desires as well as you." Eyes still cast down, she felt the heat of a deep blush creeping over her creamy skin at His comment to the steward regarding her shortcomings. Making a mental note of His cigar preference, she wished that Bishop had mentioned what His "usual" drink was, as well, so she would be better able to serve Him as He required. He turned to her, placing His hands on either side of her face and turning it up to His, looking into her deep brown eyes. "Obedience tonight. Remember that." Eyes wide, she nodded back at Him. "Bitch." He said to her, using His command word indicating she should assume the position of His bitch in heat. Obediently, she dropped to her hands and knees, ass held high and thighs spread wide enough apart to reveal her swollen, dripping cunt. He slid a magna-card through a reader next to a black door, then pushed it open, pulling on the leash to lead her as He walked through. Through the dim light provided by hanging candle chandeliers and torches flickering on the wall, she took in the surroundings and the other people in the room. There were half a dozen other couples in the room already waiting for them. Five of the couples consisted of Men, dressed much the same way as her Master was, accompanied by nude female slaves on leashes. One of the other couples, however, consisted of a Woman in an elegant evening gown. At the end of her leash kneeled a young man, probably no more than 23 or 24, with a shock of thick blond hair and penetrating blue eyes. Like the female slaves accompanying the Masters, he was completely nude, his cock hard and jutting out from his body. A leather harness seemed to be wrapped around his cock and testicles, preventing the blood flow from escaping, ensuring he would remain hard until his Mistress gave permission for him to cum or go soft. The Master's and Mistress all greeted Him as they entered the room. He returned Their greetings, then looked down at her. "Greet your betters, slut." He commanded. Raising up into a kneel, she kept her eyes locked on the floor. "This slut greets all the handsome Masters and the lovely Mistress," she said, her voice sounding small and tremulous in her own ears. He reached out and stroked His fingers through her hair, murmuring the words "Good girl" to her as He petted her like one would a beloved dog. At His words of approval, she couldn't suppress a small smile. He led her over to an overstuffed chair, where He sat. Knowing what was expected of her, she kneeled at His feet. Seemingly out of nowhere Bishop materialized, holding a try upon which sat a double old fashioned glass containing some amber liquid and a long black cigar, the end already snipped for Him. He took the drink from the tray and set it on the table next to His chair. Then He took up the cigar. He gave the leash a sharp tug, and she looked up at Him questioningly. "Stand." He said. Gracefully she raised from her kneel to stand before Him, feet shoulder width apart to allow Him access to the treasure between her thighs which He owned. He reached between her legs and parted her labia, then slid the cigar between her swollen cunt lips, letting her flowing juices coat the dark tobacco wrapper. After it was thoroughly coated with her nectar, He pulled it from between her cunt lips and placed it in His mouth, savoring the musky flavor of her on it. Bishop magically produced a silver butane lighter and held the flame just in front of the cigar. He inhaled deeply, puffing on the cigar, until the tip glowed bright red. He exhaled a thick mouthful of bluish smoke and looked at her. "Return to your position, slut." He told her. Dropping back to her kneel, she once more focused her gaze on a spot in the center of the floor. Out of the corners of her eyes, she could see that the Masters and Mistress had all taken seats arranged in a semi-circle around the room, leaving the spot in the center of the floor open. Open for what was her only question. He puffed on His cigar for a few minutes, making idle conversation with the other Dominants in the room. The slaves all remained silent, except when addressed by their Master or Mistress. Then they would quickly and quietly answer the question asked of them, returning immediately to silence afterwards. Finally He rose, tugging on her leash to indicate that she should follow. Dropping back to her hands and knees, she crawled after Him as He led her over to the Master seated closest to them. He paused before the Man and looked down on her, giving the leash a sharp yank to draw her attention to His face. "This is Master Richard." He informed her. "I am giving you to Him, to do as He commands. When He is finished with you, you will crawl over to Master Thomas, then to Master James, then to Master Benjamin, then to Mistress Elisabeth, and finally over to Master Eric. Each One will control you until They release you to the next, and you will do whatever They command. When Master Eric finishes with you, you will crawl to the center of the room and beg permission to return to My feet. Understand?" "Yes, Master." she whispered, the implications of His command hitting her suddenly. He reached down and removed the leash from her collar, then grabbed a fistful of her hair and handed it over to Master Richard. Master Richard took the shank of her hair and pulled her closer to Him, between His legs. He looked down at her, His brown eyes boring into her. "Let's see how well you use that mouth of yours, slut." He commanded, yanking on her hair to pull her head down into His lap. Knowing from the training her Master had given her what was expected, she quickly grasped the fly of His tuxedo trousers between her teeth and moved her head to slip the hook loose. When the fly was open, she buried her face in His lap, feeling His stiff cock through the rough wool fabric of His trousers, and caught the zipper between her teeth. With a single fluid motion, she pulled the zipper down. Master Richard wore no underpants, and His long, thin cock, the veins bulging out along the sides of it, jerked up and out of His pants. Extending her pink tongue, she licked the first drops of pre-cum from the head of His cock, exploring the slit with the tip of her tongue. His hands tightened in her hair, and she took the head of His cock into her mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop. Tongue swirling, she bathed the head, then began slowly working her way down the length of His shaft. He used His hand knotted in her hair to guide her head…forcing it down as He thrust His hips forward…driving the length of His cock into her mouth. With a moan around His shaft, she sucked hungrily at it, feeling the swollen head nudging the back of her throat. As she continued to suck at Him, His hand in her hair guiding her movements, she reached out and cradled His hairy ball sac in her hand, massaging them. He was not as thick as her Master, but He was longer. It took all her mental control to keep from gagging as the head of His cock buried itself in her tight throat. Master Richard grabbed hold of her hair with both hands, holding her head in place as He began wildly thrusting His hips. He fucked her mouth fast and deep, driving the head of His cock in and out of her tight throat. As He thrust, she busily licked at the thick vein on the underside of His shaft, bathing it. Knowing He was getting close to cumming, she tightened her mouth around His shaft and began to suck more vigorously, longing to be fed by this Master. Just as He was about to erupt, filling her mouth with His hot seed, He yanked back on her hair. His cock pulled free from her mouth with a popping sound. With a deep groan, He exploded, coating her face and neck with His cum. Some of His jism caught in her hair, dripping from it to land on the slope of her left breast, where she felt it sliding slowly down towards the dangling crystal teardrop hanging there. Master Richard sank back into His chair, spent, and tugged on her hair to pull her face into His lap again. "Lick it clean, slut." He rasped at her. Obediently she extended her tongue, licking up and down His softening cock, tasting His salty seed sliding down her throat. When she was finished, He shoved her away, pulling His hand roughly from her now tangled ash blonde locks. "I release you, slut…crawl to Master Thomas now and find out what He demands of you." As she dropped back onto her hands and knees to crawl over to the next Master, she caught a glimpse of Master Richard's slave smiling proudly at her. Crawling towards the chair of Master Thomas, she couldn't help but smile back. Reaching Master Thomas' chair, she stopped and raised herself back into kneeling position. He looked down at her, and she stole a quick glance up through golden lashes, seeing His pale blue eyes inspecting her. "I think I should like to sample that cunt We've heard so much about, slut. Lay back and present yourself to Me!" Leaning back until her head rested on the carpeted floor, hair fanning out around her face, she felt her shoulders lay back flat. In one motion she kicked her legs from the kneeling position so that the stiletto heels and soles of her shoes rested flat on the carpet, her knees bent and spread wide apart to reveal her cunt to Master Thomas. Arching her back, she raised her cunt to give Him a better view. "Play with it for Us, slut." Master Thomas commanded. Slowly she slid her hands down her body, over her tummy, until her fingers lightly grazed the swollen lips of her fuck hole. The memory of how she had touched herself in the bath earlier, and how He had touched her in the car on the drive to the club, filled her mind. Spreading her cunt lips with her fingers, she displayed herself to Master Thomas, softly stroking her throbbing clit with her thumb. As her fingers continued to stroke and caress her cunt and clit, her mind emptied itself of all thoughts except those centering on the sensations rushing through her body. When she felt a rough hand on her thigh, she gasped and opened her eyes. Master Thomas, trousers open to reveal His fat average length cock, had slid from His chair and was on the carpet between her thighs. Master Thomas covered her body with His, hands going to her breasts to pinch her nipples and flick at the tear drop crystals hanging from them, causing them to pulse with pleasure. His cock came to rest against the mouth of her sex, and she could feel her cunt contracting, trying to draw it inside. With a sharp thrust, He entered her, impaling her on His shaft, stretching her tight cunt around His fat cock. Master Thomas thrust and thrust inside of her, stretching her velvet walls with His tool. Arching her back, she thrust back against Him, causing her clit to rub against His body with each stab of His cock inside of her. It was only a few minutes before she felt His body stiffen, and knew He was about to empty His seed inside of her. Suddenly Master Thomas pulled out of her and raised up, grasping the base of His cock in His hand and directing it at her stomach. He pumped it once and it erupted, emptying itself on her tummy and breasts. As she felt His hot cum splatter on her body, she let out a small whimper. The realization that she was nothing more than a cum-slut, not allowed to cum until her Master gave the command dawned on her, making her need all the more desperate. Master Thomas backed Himself once more into His chair, His trousers still open, His shriveling cock exposed. "Lick it dry, slut." He commanded, just as she knew He would. Raising herself back into a kneel, she moved in and used her mouth and tongue to lick T/their combined juices off of His cock. When she was finished, she rested back on her heels, eyes directed at the toes of His shoes. "I release you, slut. Go and service Master James now." As she crawled to the next chair, she once again caught a glimpse of the slave belonging to the Master she had just serviced smiling proudly at her. The thought crossed her mind that perhaps this was an initiation that each of them had been required to endure before being admitted into this club. Stopping before the chair of Master James, she was surprised to find that He had stood and was waiting for her. As she concentrated on His shoes and the cuffs of His trousers, she heard a loud smack, and couldn't resist stealing a glance up through her lashes. Master James looked down at her with cold steel grey eyes. In His right hand He clutched tightly a wooden paddle. The smack she had heard had been the sound of Him slapping the paddle against the open palm of His left hand. Gritting her teeth, knowing what He would demand of her, she awaited His command. "Turn and prepare for punishment, slut." He growled at her. Resisting the urge to protest or hesitate, she turned and assumed the position her Master had taught her. Resting her head on her arms folded on the carpet before her, she raised her ass high, her wet cunt exposed to Master James. Master James raised the paddle high, and brought it down sharply across her right ass cheek. The sound of the wooden paddle connecting with her tender flesh rang like a gunshot throughout the room. "Count them!" Master James roared. "One, Sir!" Master James raised the paddle again, and brought it down with equal intensity on her left ass cheek. "Two, Sir!" Master James continued paddling her ass, and she could feel it growing warm and red under the punishment of the paddle. The thought to ask what she was being punished for never crossed her mind. Master James felt she deserved it, and that meant it was so. Stealing a glance through her tears out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of her Master. It made her heart swell when she saw the proud smile on His handsome face. Master James landed a savage blow across the middle of her ass, and she yelped out "Ten, Sir!", and braced herself for the next. But the next smack never came. Instead she heard the sound of Master James' zipper being yanked down, and a moment later felt the hot splatter of His cum on her ass and back. Spent, Master James collapsed back into His chair, tucking His cock back into His trousers and zipping them back up. "I release you, slut. Move one." He coldly intoned. Biting her lip at the pain radiating through her buttocks, she lifted herself back onto her hands and knees and crawled to the next chair. Without even looking, she knew that Master James' slave was smiling proudly at her just as the others had. Master Benjamin smiled pleasantly down at her, His warm brown eyes twinkling. "Is that sweet little ass of yours nice and hot, slut?" He asked her. "Yes, Sir." she answered. "Assume the same position you did for Master James, little one." Master Benjamin told her. "I need to test the depth of your ass." Grimacing slightly to herself, she turned to face the center of the room once more, and once more rested her head on her folded arms, raising her ass high to provide Master Benjamin access to her. Master Benjamin sank to His knees behind her, reaching out to run His right hand up the inside of her thigh, over the swollen lips of her cunt. He coated His fingers in her juices, then slid them up to press them into her ass, lubricating her. His left hand, meanwhile, unhooked His trousers and eased down His zipper. He coated the fingers of His left hand with her nectar, then stroked His cock a couple of times, lubricating it. A moment later she felt the head of His cock pressing against the tight star muscle of her ass. Taking a deep breath and willing herself to relax, she braced for the penetration. Master had taken her this way several times, and though she couldn't tell how large Master Benjamin's cock was compared to Masters, she could tell that Master Benjamin did not have a Prince Albert piercing like her Master. Master Benjamin placed His hands on her hips and pulled back slowly on them as He rocked His hips forward, easing His cock into her. When just the head was inside, He stroked back, then rocked forward again, pressing a bit more of His cock into her tight ass, stretching it out. Slowly, He pressed into her…until three-quarters of His cock was buried in her ass. Then He slowly stroked back again, leaving only the head inside. Burying her face in her arms, she braced, knowing what was coming. His slow stretching of her had let her know that He was not as large as her Master, but she knew it would still be a shock when He thurst forward. And thrust forward He did. Master Benjamin pulled back sharply on her hips, forcing her down on His cock while at the same time He thrust His hips forward…driving into her. His hips slapped against her welted ass, sending fingers of pain stabbing through her, as Master Benjamin stroked in and out of her, fucking her tight ass, taking her with an intensity His pleasant smile earlier had betrayed. Just as she knew He would, Master Benjamin suddenly pulled out of her ass. The sensation of His hot cum pouring out on her welts forced a quick sob from her throat. Master Benjamin eased Himself back into His chair. "Turn and face Me, slut." He said. Lifting herself from the floor, she turned, hoping desperately that Master Benjamin would not expect her to lick Him clean. Glancing up through thick lashes, she saw Master Benjamin look over at her Master. With a quick shift of her eyes, she caught sight of her Master shaking His head emphatically 'NO'. Master Benjamin sighed, then turned back to her. "I release you now, little one. Go to Mistress Elisabeth." As she turned to crawl away, she saw Master Benjamin's hand grab a fistful of His slaves hair and pull her around to bury her face in His lap, licking Him clean. But not before His slave had a chance to give her an encouraging wink and smile. Resuming her kneeling position in front of Mistress Elisabeth's chair, she was surprised when the woman reached out and caressed her cheek, smoothing her cum matted hair back from her face. "My, aren't you a pretty one." She said, placing Her hand under her chin and lifting her eyes up. Mistress Elisabeth had the most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen. Mistress Elisabeth sat back and raised up the hem of her evening gown, rolling it up carefully until the neatly shaved tufted heart of hair surrounding the pouty lips of her sex was revealed. "Come here, pretty one. This won't be so awful for you, I don't think." Suppressing a grin, she moved between Mistress Elisabeth's thighs. Though she knew she was still being tested, she couldn't help but consider this a gift from her Master. He knew how much she enjoyed being with another woman. Mistress Elisabeth stroked Her fingers gently into her hair and guided her face to the lips of Her cunt. As she began to lick, nibble and suck at the Mistress' hot, delicious sex, Mistress Elisabeth arched forward in Her chair, grinding Her body against the hungry mouth. With increasing vigor she licked at the Mistress, sucking Her clit into her mouth, nibbling on it as she bathed it with her tongue. Mistress Elisabeth's hand in her hair continued to stroke and caress her head, urging her on. It was evident by Mistress Elisabeth's movements on the seat of Her chair that She was about to cum, flooding her mouth and tongue with the nectar she so desperately hungered for. Mistress Elisabeth let out a little cry, followed by a prolonged moan as She ground Her cunt against her lapping tongue and sucking lips. As the flood of juices poured forth from the Mistress, she licked them up, drinking them down as though she was dying of thirst. After a moment, Mistress Elisabeth pushed her gently away. Reluctantly, she pulled back, resuming her kneel, and taking a chance by looking up at Her, smiling. Mistress Elisabeth smiled back at her. "It would seem you are everything your Master said, and more, My dear. Proceed to Master Eric now." Giving Mistress Elisabeth another warm smile, then smiling at Mistress Elisabeth's slave, as well, she dropped back onto all fours and crawled to Master Eric, the final station on her journey. Master Eric was standing waiting for her when she arrived at His chair. Reaching out, He grabbed a fistful of her hair, and pulled her up and into His chair. Then He took leather restraints from a bag next to the chair and bound her wrists and ankles tight. The restraints forced her legs wide apart, revealing her needy cunt to the entire room. "I am the last One you will visit before being released back to your Master, slut. Do you know why that is?" Shaking her head, she whispered "No, Sir." Master Eric smiled at her. "It's because I am the clubs Master of Markings, slut. All you have endured has been an initiation. Having been found worthy to join the ranks of this club, it now falls to Me to mark you as a member, and as the property of your Master." Master Eric knelt down in front of her and reached once more into the bag next to Him. He withdrew what she recognized as a tattoo needle gun. He plugged the gun into an outlet hidden in the floor next to His chair, and His slave turned on an electric lamp that stood next to it, directing the bright light at her cunt. He then knelt between her wide spread legs and began marking the sensitive skin of her left inner thigh. The pain was intense, but she bit her lower lip and endured it. Master Eric continued working for over half an hour, changing the ink twice, and finally stood, inspecting His work. "What do you think of it, girl?" Master Eric asked her. Looking down at her thigh, she saw a deep blue "O" with a bright red "R" inside of it. "What does it mean, Sir?" she asked quietly. "The "O" stands for Olympus, the name of this club. The red "R" is the mark of your Master…He who owns you completely." Master Eric placed an adhesive gauze bandage over the small tattoo, then unfastened the leather bindings around her wrists and ankles and helped her onto the floor. Sinking back into her kneel, she looked up at Him. Smiling down at her, Master Eric reached down and unfastened His trousers, revealing His thick, swollen cock. "It is tradition in this club to pay for your tattoo with a hand-job." He informed her. Smiling, she moved forward, taking Master Eric's cock in her tiny hand. "Oh, yes Sir!" she said, as she began pumping it up and down. With her other hand she fondled His hairy balls. As she pumped His cock, she varied the pressure of her grip, and made sure she paid plenty of attention to the sensitive head, running her hand over it with every third or fourth stroke. After about five minutes, she felt His balls begin to pulse in her hand, and stroked faster. Master Eric groaned as His cock erupted, and she leaned in close, catching some of His seed on her tongue, but allowing most of it to splatter on her chin and drip down onto her breasts. As Master Eric relaxed, He looked at her through slightly glassy eyes. "Welcome to Olympus, slut. Go to the center of the floor and beg your Master to accept you now." With a smile, she turned and crawled to the center of the floor, raising into a kneel and directing her gaze to her Master, her eyes full of the love and devotion she felt for Him. "Master, Your slut begs to be allowed to approach You." He smiled at her and stood. Instead of granting permission to approach, He walked to the center of the floor and stopped in front of her. "Look at all the cum on you, slut…you're a mess!" He said, His voice teasing. He turned then to face the others, but instead of addressing the Master's and Mistress, He addressed the slaves. "Girls, come and help your sister clean herself up!" He commanded. Quickly, the other five girls in the room crawled to the center of the floor to join T/them. Tenderly they took her in their arms, using their tongues to lick the cum of their various Master's from her body. Closing her eyes, she luxuriated in the feeling of the tender hands and soft, busy tongues running over her body, and the soft voices whispering words of encouragement and congratulations to her. It occurred to her, however, that Mistress Elisabeth's slave had been excluded from the activities. "That's enough, girls. Return to your Masters." He said. As the other girls crawled back to where they had come from, she lay there, her cunt still throbbing needily, but her heart full of bliss at having pleased Him. "Elisabeth, might I be permitted to use Your slave." He asked. "Of course, Darling. Please enjoy him!" Mistress Elisabeth replied, giving her slave a pat on the back to send him to the center of the floor. He looked down at the approaching slave. "What is your name, boy?" He asked. "Patrick, Sir." Came the respectful reply. "Patrick, you are going to help Me fulfill a fantasy of My slaves. What I need you to do is lay back flat, with your cock thrust out before you. Keep your hands out to your sides, and your legs spread wide. Do you think you can do that?" "Oh, yes Sir!" he responded, laying back as instructed and spreading his arms and legs open. He glanced down at her, grinning, and reached out His hand. Raising up from where the other slaves had left her lying, she placed her hand in His and felt herself being pulled up. He placed His hands on her hips and guided her backwards, until she was standing directly over Patrick's engorged cock. "Hold a moment." He told her, as He reached into the pocket of His dinner jacket and removed a tube of lubricating jelly. "Hold out your hand." When she had held out her hand, He squeezed a dab of the jelly into her open palm. "Take two steps back, lean over, and lubricate Patrick's cock." He told her. Backing up until she was standing over Patrick's chest, she leaned forward and took His large, straining cock in her small hand, stroking it several times to coat it completely with the lubricating jelly. As she did this, her Master moved behind her and applied more of the jelly to her anus, working His thick fingers inside of her to ensure she was fully coated. Raising back up, a smile on her face, she looked at her Master. He places His hands on her hips and guided her forward again, then slid His hands up to her shoulders, flicking the crystal teardrops hanging from her nipples as He passed by them. He pressed down on her shoulders, guiding her into a squatting position over Patrick's cock. "Take his cock and guide it to your ass, slut." He command. "Yes, Master!" she breathed, doing as directed. When the head of Patrick's cock pressed against her tight star muscle, she looked back up at her Master. With a grin, He pressed down hard on her shoulders…driving her down on the cock of the slave beneath her. A long moan escaped from her, and she heard another moan also forced from Patrick. Not daring to move without permission, she squatted there, Patrick's cock buried in her tight ass, as she watched her Master undress. The indomitable Bishop materialized once more from the shadows to take her Master's clothing as He shed it. When He had stripped down completely, He walked towards her. He was smiling, a glint in His eye, and she saw His cock, the Prince Albert piercing through the head catching the light, swollen and ready as He approached. "Lay back on top of Patrick, slut!" He instructed, and she immediately did as she was told, covering Patrick's body with hers, his cock still buried in her ass, her thighs spread wide. He dropped to His knees on the thick carpet between her thighs, and leaned over so His body hovered over hers. He covered her mouth with His, kissing her deeply, as the pierced head of His cock nudged against her tender, needy cunt. With a sharp thrust of His hips, He drove the length of His cock into her, stretching her open, His body grinding down against her throbbing clit and forcing her onto Patrick's cock. He stroked back, the ring caressing her g-spot, teasing her velvet walls, and thrust hard and deep into her again. With each thrust, He drove her down onto Patrick's cock. The feeling of a cock in her ass and her Master's cock in her cunt was too much. Tears streaming down her face, she pleaded with Him. Please Master…Please let your slut cum for You, Master…only for You!" He stroked back again until only the head of His cock remained in her spasming cunt. "Who owns you, slut?" He demanded. "You do, Master!" she screamed. "MINE!" He growled, stabbing His cock into her again, conquering her cunt. "YOURS…Always Yours!" she answered. He stroked back and drove His cock deep inside of her once more. Writhing, she wasn't sure how much more of this she could take. "Cum for your Master, bitch…NOW!" He growled at her, thrusting His tongue deep into her mouth to choke off her scream of ecstasy, fucking her mouth with it. As she exploded in a mind-shattering orgasm, feeling both of the cocks inside of her twitching in orgasm triggered by hers, one thought filled her mind. Full…she'd never felt this full before!

At work, she was his boss. They were happy with that, and he was proud of her. She was bloody good at her job, and earned the respect of everyone she worked with. They worked Brand & Coulson, a campaigning organization, affiliated to half a dozen unions and pressure groups. When there was an issue which needed to be publicized, or some lobbying pressure needing to be brought to bear, then often B&C would be called in and asked to take on the brief. Lisa was their best campaign manager. She knew how to ask the right questions at the initial meetings, and then motivate the team to produce an innovative approach that delighted the clients and had the right impact. James was the team researcher. He took the client request and dug deep until he knew what the real issues were, who was affected and what really needed to be done. This information he then fed to Lisa who used it to mould the campaign. It was a good partnership, and they worked well together; the bright outspoken Lisa with her ready smile and pugnacious manner, and James who was quieter, empathetic and more thoughtful. But sitting in the restaurant, they were no longer a manager and team member celebrating their latest success. They were a couple, enjoying each other's company. And they were a Master and his submissive, rejoicing in their relationship. While they were together like this, he would exert a subtle control that only they were aware of. This evening, apart from dictating her clothing, he had directed her not to speak to anyone, but to speak only through him. And, whenever she did speak to him, she was to call him Master. For someone used to giving orders, this was an exquisite form of bondage, tied to his awareness of her needs. She also loved the public acknowledgment of her relationship to him and knew how much it meant to him. He looked into her eyes and smiled his warmth at her, and as always, she felt her heart flip at his look of adoration. He wasn't a Master who used distance and coldness to maintain control. At work he strictly maintained the courtesy of a professional working relationship, but alone with her his love was obvious. Gently he reached out and cupped her cheek, running his thumb over her lips. Without even being aware of it, she bent her head into his hand, giving her mouth to his questing finger. His caress sent tingles through her, and with wonder she felt her increase in arousal. He seemed to be able to look deep into her, to expose her deepest needs and desires. For all her abilities at work, she had sought to find a man who was strong enough for her to rest against, a man to whom she could give herself body mind and soul. But in addition, she longed for a Master, someone who would set her boundaries and discipline her if she stepped over them. She desired a man who celebrated her sexuality, and appreciated the gift of her submissive service. And in James, she had found all this, and in addition, someone who sought always to nurture her to become the submissive woman she knew herself to be. His touch now was more than the act of a lover, it was a Master appreciating the beauty and softness of his submissive. To him, she was more beautiful than any other woman he knew, a beauty of spirit that bound him to her stronger than the ropes they sometimes used at home. Of course she was physically attractive; there were plenty in the restaurant who would acknowledge that. She was dressed in a simple low cut dress made of a rich blue satin. The hem was short, as he had ordered, and he knew that in her high heels she was extremely sexy. At 5ft 5 she always looked up into his eyes, even wearing her highest heels. But underneath the dress, there was a secret. Again, according to her Master's wishes, she was wearing what he had laid out for her that evening – a red and black embroidered Basque and hold ups. Without panties, and wearing such a short dress, she felt exposed, available, and extremely wet. Her Master was teaching her how to be always aware of her feminine sexuality, and often worked with her to increase her physical need for him. Indeed, in the last few months, he had instituted a regime that left her little choice but to be aware. Every morning, after her shower, he required her to masturbate for twenty minutes, but not to orgasm. And then after work, while changing from her suit into casual wear, again she had to masturbate for a further twenty minutes without achieving orgasm. Apart from this, there was still play time, but as always, she was only allowed to climax with his permission. The very act of having to monitor and control her responses like this was like an aphrodisiac, and served to heighten the sensations of release when they were finally granted her. Tonight was one of those when James was obviously in the mood to play with her, and Lisa was acutely aware of her hunger for him, along with a deep desire to please him in anyway she could. Throughout the meal he touched her lightly, or stroked her face or bare arm. Each time was like a small shock for her, and each timed served to twist her desire up a notch. By the time the meal was finished, she was convinced that the seat was sodden with her juices. But she didn't care. As long as her Master was pleased with her, that was sufficient, and then she felt safe in His arms. After the meal was over, as they walked back the car, Lisa felt as if her sex had swollen to become a peach. She was so hungry for him, and she would have given anything for a room nearby where she could open herself to him immediately. In the car, before they set off, James spoke. "I love you my dear. You are my wonderful submissive and my joy." Before she could speak, he then leaned forward and kissed her, firmly and deeply. Lisa felt her breath become short, and any thought of answering was lost in the haze that filled her mind. In silence they traveled back. Once the car was parked and they were inside the house, James took Lisa by the hand and led her up into the bedroom. Once more her kissed her, and then looked carefully into her eyes, fathoming her need. "Are you ready?" Only two words were required, and she breathed them out in submission and thanks. "Yes Master" He stepped away from her, and then bade her turn round. With her back to him, she felt him undo the clasp of her dress and pull down the zipper. With straps off her shoulders, the garment slipped from her like the husk of a dead skin – revealing her flesh in the ornamented undergarments. Her full breasts and her hips swelling out from her waist with their richness never failed to arouse James. The roundness of her bottom was an invitation to his desire to spank her, but for the moment, he deferred that pleasure. As she waited, James fetched the blindfold and tied it over her eyes. With her sight now gone, Lisa was even more aware of how her body ached for him. The material of the Basque rubbed her stiffened nipples. Her skin warmed under his touch. Between her legs there was warm moisture seeping down her thighs. She sensed him standing once more in front of him, and then his hands untying the strings of the Basque, freeing her breasts so that he could release them for his attention. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs rubbing the tender points, eliciting a low moan from her. He leaned in close and whispered to her. "I am glad my slut is so hungry tonight, as I am so looking forward to fucking you. And you want to be fucked, don't you?" Her reply was almost a whimper, tinged with desperation. "Oh yes Master, please. Please fuck your slave. She needs so much to be fucked by you." As she finished speaking, he pinched the nipples, and she moaned, aware of his control of her, his authority to do as he wished with her compliant body. He leaned in again. "Then kneel for me my slut pet. Kneel and take me into yourself." Without hesitation she knelt. Reaching forward blindly, she sought out the zip to his trousers, and with trembling fingers released his swelling cock. Her cool hands stroked the shaft with its silky skin, and as if leaning forward to drink from a fountain, she enclosing her lips around his hardness and drew his sex into her mouth. This act of fellatio took her deeper into her submissiveness. Her whole being was focused on pleasing him, using her tongue and lips to maximize his pleasure. As he had taught her, she went slowly, easing his length in and out. In this way she had also discovered her own pleasure increasing, more conscious now of the shape and different textures of his cock. She heard his breath become shorter, and when his hands gripped her head she idly wondered if he was to spend into her waiting mouth and then wait for her to swallow every drop of his cum. His thrusts became more urgent, and several times she had to open her throat as he forced himself deeper into her. But just as she was preparing herself to welcome his tribute, he paused, and then released her. She was disappointed, and wondered if she had done something wrong. But there was no indication that he was displeased. Instead, he stepped back and bade her stand up. "Now, before I fuck you my pet, I going to spank and paddle your arse." She drew her breath at the bluntness of his words. This wasn't a seeking of permission; it was a statement of intent. When she had first explored her submissive desires with him, she had thought she would only receive such treatment as punishment. But she had a Master who enjoyed using her bottom like this, and enjoyed seeing her become more and more aroused as he did so. And to her shame, she knew that she did respond in that way. So measured and careful was his use of hand and paddle, that now even the thought was enough to send shivers through her, and a sweet sinking sensation in her stomach. He led her over to a dressing table where she could stand, her legs apart, and lean down to rest on her hands. In this position, she felt her calmness return. She trusted him now, and knew that with the initial pain there would follow close behind intense pleasure and euphoria. At first, he merely stroked the proffered flesh, running his hands and fingernails over the sensitive skin. The sensations were light, but full of promise of more to come. Every now and then there would be a light tap. Just one, and then another. And always, the stroking, the caressing, the squeezing. The waiting for the taps became a torture in itself, and she started to long for the heavier blows. As if reading her mind, the taps became harder, and more frequent. She felt the tingling more urgently, and unconsciously pushed out her bottom as if begging for harsher treatment. Even harder now, and more frequently. These were now sounding like the real thing – pistol shots in the quiet of the room. For the moment, though, he bounced his hand away, not yet delivering the full force of which he was capable. Lisa felt herself slip into that special place where the pain became pleasure, and where his spanking became love making. She was aware that he was now spanking harder, six blows she knew would sting and leave red marks. But each one was a firework of sensations exploding across her rear and lodging their sparks in her cunt until it too was ablaze. And after the sixth, he stopped. Following the mounting crescendo of his attention, the stopping was almost like a blow in itself. She whimpered at the absence of contact, her bottom swaying gently in need. As she waited, anxious and expectant, he picked up the leather paddle. It was broad at the business end, and if used without preparation was a formidable source of punishment. But tonight, it was her friend, her comforter, the source of a deeper pleasure. James lightly stroked the leather over her body, covering her back, her arms, her legs, her stomach and her breasts. He even stroked it over her face, and paused by her lips, waiting while she kissed it reverently, her nostrils full of the heady scent of the rich leather. And then, along her back to her reddening bottom. Again, he started by stroking the tender globes, stopping every now and then to deliver a short sharp tap. She jerked at every touch; torn between the pain she knew would accompany the harder blows, and the need for the pleasure that also accompanied them. And then, there was that final pause, that wait, as she felt the measuring of the distance to her posterior. And with a crack, the paddle made contact. With a sharp intake of breath she acknowledged the force of it, even as she felt the heat blossom below, and with it a greater surge of endomorphines. With this came a different kind of release, and loosing of inhibitions. Her hunger for him started to contract into her, and deepened in intensity. She thrust her arse back not so much as to entice him to hit harder, but to make her sex available for him. Five more times the paddle descended, and five more times Lisa gasped and whimpered even as she sank further into her sexual need and heightened awareness. At last, it was over, and she was lost to anything but her Master's desires. She was barely aware of his leading as he took her over to the bed and laid her forward, her bottom raised up with pillows under her hips. She moaned as his hand grazed her sex, now red and swollen with her hunger, shiny and slick with her lubrication. She felt his fingers brush her engorged clit and her hips jerked. And then, after an eternal pause as she waited, opened and lewdly displayed and he removed his clothes, she felt his weight on the bed, and his cock rubbing at the entrance to her cunt. "Oh god yessss" she breathed. At last, she was to be taken by him. At last his was going to fill her and use her and shed his cum in her. As always, he couldn't resist teasing her even now, just rubbing the mushroom head against her outer labia. Finally, she felt his weight shift once more, and slowly and surely he pushed himself deep into her vagina, splitting the sticky membranes apart and forcing his flesh into hers. She groaned and forced up her hips, lost in a sense of primal need and lust. Everything over the past few hours had been leading to this. All the events had heightened the pleasure of this. Her total submission to him was evidenced in this. Her mouth, her cunt and her bottom were all his and this use of her was his choice. Slowly at first, with a measured stroke, he eased himself in and out of her clenching tightness. Each time he did this, Lisa felt her tension increase. As always, she fought a battle to contain her natural desire to push back and bring on her own climax, but she had learned to be patient and accept her Master's leading. In submission to him, she kept her arms outstretched over her head. But James was in no mood to delay either. His own arousal had also been increased by everything throughout the evening, and it had taken some effort not to force himself into Lisa during the spanking. But now, buried her in tight welcoming warmth, he knew that he would not be long in cumming, the familiar itch was already in the base of his cock. So it was that he leaned forward and gripped a handful of his submissive's hair, pulling her head up off the bed. "Are you ready my pet? Are you ready to cum for your Master?" "Oh yes sir, I am sir," she panted. And with that, she slipped a hand under her belly and began to rub the soft sensitive membranes. Within a minute, her touch completed what he had begun, and Lisa felt her body tense and the waves build up. James felt her closeness, and roughly ordered her what to do next. "Cum for me my pet. Cum for me like a good slut pet." These words combined with masturbation were the final trigger. She locked with tension as the climax peaked, and then cried out her Master's name as the wave crashed. With her busy fingers she set about wringing multiple orgasms from her cunt, each time the spasms making her jerk and sending lights flashing through her mind. In the midst of this, she sensed James also tense and then give a long groan as his own climax jerked his cum into her womb. This use of her filled Lisa with incredible joy, and she felt complete and honored. As always, when the intensity of the moment passed, Lisa felt herself relax as her body sank down in a blissful haze. James leaned over her, and she could hear the smile in his voice as he whispered to her "Well done my pet, you were wonderful as always. I love you, so very, very much."

It was a beautiful day in LA; the balcony doors were wide open and the sunshine streaming in, the overhead ceiling fan groaning under the constant pressure of a war that it could not win. Martine and I were just lazing around, generally chatting following a light lunch. High on the 21st floor traffic noise was minimised and the weighted net drapes keeping out the greater majority of big city pollution. Lunchtime had seen us consume a bottle of wine mixed with another of lemonade and pieces of fruit, a most refreshing tipple, but now bladders were tending to feel just a little bit distended. Martine succumbed first, "I must go pee pee darling," she said suddenly. "No," I replied quickly, "hold it, instead we shall have a little fun, stay on that chair and I'll go fetch some water." Going to the fridge I brought a 2ltr bottle of chilled water and two glasses on a tray, setting them down on the coffee table and pouring her a glass. "Go now," I commanded, "remove all of your clothes and change into that little black micro-skirt you favour. Oh, and put on your wrist and ankle restraints." "Yes Master," she replied, a radiant smile lighting up her lovely face, immediately aware that this was to be a fun afternoon, Martine returned a few minutes later dressed exactly as instructed and kneeling at my feet to present her collar. The light of expectation in her eyes remained but now the expression was solemn and she no longer looked directly at me. Leaning forward I lifted her hair gently fastening the collar around her neck. Martine continued to look down through the valley of her magnificent breasts to where her hands lay crossed in her lap, averting her gaze from looking directly at me. She was then and still is the jewel in my crown. In the world of the D/s lifestyle, a Master is only as good as his submissive and Martine is the most wonderful, giving and loving submissive I have ever known, it came as no surprise to our circle of friends when we married and settled down in Colorado Springs. We were in LA for a BDSM Convention but decided to make a week of it. Martine had taken a week off from work, (where she was working in LA at the time), whereas I am a writer; able to work anywhere my laptop could be plugged in and in some places where it couldn't. Martine is 5ft 2inches of dynamite especially when involved in our BDSM games, full breasts with thick nipples that became rock hard spikes when aroused, and she was aroused now, already they were firm and erect. My baby knew when the sex was going to be really exciting. Taking those beautiful orbs into my hands, gently squeezing while caressing the now rapidly hardening nipples with my thumbs I leaned a little further forward to kiss her on the forehead but not letting go of the soft malleable flesh that were her gorgeous breasts. Filling two of the glasses I handed one to her saying: "drink your fill my little one, for today we play, and while you are filling the tank I shall prepare for the afternoon's fun. And fill one for me also." She smiled, taking the glass from me and downing it in just two gulps before pouring two more. I released her and then went into the bedroom to prepare. Removing the duvet I spread our waterproof sheet on the bed and another on the floor at its foot before laying a number of towels on both sheets. Taking up five lengths of rope I tied off one to each corner of the bed and the longest length to the centre on one side. Satisfied I began to gather the toys in readiness for using them on her, taking care that batteries would not be a problem. Happy now I removed my own clothes replacing them with my Thai silk galabeyah that she had made for me while we were holidaying there. Picking up the blindfold I then returned to the lounge Glancing at the bottle I noticed that it was almost empty and that my Martine had remained in her true submissives pose. As you must be aware now dear reader, we are a D/s couple who enjoy our way of life, we do not impose it on others but enjoy the restrictions, the dominance and a little S & M. I quickly went back to the fridge returning with another bottle. "Are you comfortable my little one," I asked softly? "Yes thank you Master, I await your pleasure, I seek to perform my duty, to honour you." "Thank you my Martine," I replied still speaking in a soft tone and fastening the blindfold to cover her eyes. We travel much, therefore have no shortage of blindfolds, keeping those we were given on every flight. Now that I had blindfolded her it became my responsibility to ensure that she was constantly fed the water, twisting my fingers in her hair I jerked her head back in order to carry this out without spilling any of the cold libation on her naked body. When the glass became empty I refilled it immediately, not letting go of her hair. With my free hand I dipped my fingers in the ice cold water letting it drip onto her already erect nipples, she rewarded me with a plaintive moan from soft full lips. The contrasting cold in the humidity of LA making them spike readily into hard nubs needful of some oral stimulation. "Kneel upright little one," I commanded, "I will suckle on those hungry nipples of yours." "Yes Master, use me as you will, my whole body belongs to you alone, use me so that I may please you and make you happy." Without speaking I leaned forward, as in an upright kneeling position her beautiful breasts became higher for me. My tongue flicked out to lash at each nipple in turn before applying long licks to the soft flesh outside of the aureole; huge circles causing her to moan softly in anticipation. The circles grew smaller and tighter, closing on the hard nub of pleasure eagerly awaiting my touch. As my lips formed around the first desired protrusion the moaning increased correspondingly, Initially I sucked very gently, drawing the nipple and aureole into my hungry mouth before suckling hard to send messages of desire directly to her pussy. From experience I knew that she would already be wet and this treatment would really get her juices flowing. Within seconds I brought my teeth into play, gently nibbling as I suckled, increasing the moans even further before repeating the gesture with the other nipple, now they were both as hard as flint. Looking at the table I saw that there were still two glasses of water left in the bottle and pouring them I directed my Martine to down one of them while again pulling her head back by the hair. I enjoyed seeing her lovely white throat stretched tightly against the rough treatment that she loved so much. Treating her roughly excited her and we learned quickly how to harness this to get the maximum response, Martine knew that she was soon to be spanked but had no idea what form it would take. I had a little surprise for her this afternoon. With the blindfold securely in place I stood and led her into the bedroom where I prepared her to stand directly facing the foot of the bed with legs tight against it. "Now, spread those legs little one, spread them as widely as you are able." "Yes Master," she replied, her breathing having become more shallow in response to her anticipation. Kneeling I fastened first one length of rope securely to the right ankle restraint followed swiftly by the second, ensuring that there was nowhere for her feet to go. Taking two pillows I placed them at the foot of the bed against her thighs, telling her to lean forward until her head lay on the bed. The use of the pillows meant that her gorgeous breasts would not be squashed, with the bonus of allowing me easy access to them at any time that I wished during our play. Swiftly tying off the wrists I now moved to the longer rope that would go about her waist, this I passed across her back and three times around her torso fastening it securely around to the centre foot on the opposite side of the bed. My Martine was now held in a position that almost completely restricted any form of movement, lateral or otherwise, but still able to move her arms and elbows although to no avail. I could have stopped even this movement by tying off her arms above the elbows, but felt this would be sufficient for what I had in mind. Smiling I set up the jerry rigged intravenous type drip as used in hospitals but instead of a plastic bag this one had an upside down gallon jar that quickly filled with water and ice. A tube, that included a flow regulator was attached to the cap and went directly into her mouth, the idea being that Martine would have a constant fast drip of water ensuring that she would not dehydrate and that her bladder would continue to be slowly filled. At this time I did not wish to put a gag on her, I liked to hear her moaning and the tube made talking difficult anyway. Satisfied with my preparations I swallowed half the water in my glass and fetched another bottle from the kitchen and a bowl of ice. I picked up the leather paddle gently working it over the plump arse presented to me, initially stroking before working up to soft strokes, not as strong as my hand, but I only wanted to warm her up at this point. I decided on twenty initial strokes to each cheek gradually increasing the force until her cheeks had started to glow nicely. There is something about seeing that red glow slowly spreading that I find really excites me. Following the warm-up exercise I put the paddle to one side, stopped the drip and removed the tube from Martine's mouth asking if everything was alright, she replied that everything was fine and thanked me although very aware that the stripes would become progressively stronger. Kneeling on the towels I stroked that lovely firm bottom already showing signs of her growing pleasure. Noting that her pudenda had become thickly swollen with desire and her pussy quite wet, I stroked both gently, allowing my fingers to slip between the wet slit to become covered with her juices allowing me a foretaste of her gorgeous honey. I then began stroking the clit that already poked its little head from under the protective hood, something else that excited me. I wanted so badly to fasten my lips around that gorgeous mini cock as Martine called it, but the time was not yet right. Hearing a soft moan I continued to stimulate the clit with the thumb of my right hand while slipping two fingers of my left hand into the hot liquid depths of her over heated and greedy pussy being rewarded with an increasing intensity of groaning. Pleased with this result I continued exciting her for a little while longer causing a little more of her delicious clit to protrude. Before replacing the tube and turning on the water I asked if she needed to pee yet, she replied yes, but that she could keep it under control for a little while longer. Satisfied I put the tube back into her mouth, resuming the flow. Picking up my thin leather gloves I pulled them on tightly, fitting them snugly to my fingers, spanking now being the order of the day. I have created what is a unique double blow for spanking, utilising a backhand down stroke immediately followed by a return open-handed slap. I wear the gloves not because it makes the spanking sharper, although this is a bonus, but to save my hands from becoming badly bruised. Lifting my right hand level with my left shoulder I delivered a stinging blow to her already stimulated but now relaxed and glowing right cheek, leaving the imprint of my gloved hand. Martine's intake of breath was quite audible, the return slap stimulating her further. Taking note of the effect this was having I repeated the slaps with my left hand on her left buttock in the same manner. Now I began counting, each double blow was one half a slap, therefore every fourth slap comprised one stroke and ten strokes became in actuality forty separate slaps, a spanking in every sense of the word. Slap after slap rained down on her unprotected arse and there was no way that she could get away from it. As the slapping continued I noticed smugly that her clit was now fully distended, a beautiful sight, fully an inch in length, possibly the most beautiful clit that it had ever been my pleasure to suckle. Changing position slightly I delivered a half dozen more gentle slaps directly to her pussy, knowing how much more this would excite her before returning to the heavier slaps to her arse. Her delicious rump showed the trail of my slaps quite clearly, but now turned a deeper red from the prolonged punishment. At last the final slap and I removed my gloves shaking my hands to get out any stiffness. Removing the tube I went to her. "Are you still happy my love," I asked solicitously, noting her tear-stained face, "would you like me to cease now, or would you prefer me to continue?" "Please Master, don't stop, I think I might have cumm this time with just a few more slaps, I was very close." "As you wish Martine, but remember to cry out the safeword if it becomes too much." "I will Master, I promise." This last concerned me a little as Martine was not one to cry 'uncle,' preferring to take her beatings to the limit, the strangest thing being that we had so far been unable to find just where her limits lay. Kneeling once more I stroked her now very red bottom before proceeding to the area between her thighs where the clit protruded well. Being thicker than I had ever seen it, the mini-cock had taken on a somewhat darker hue where her excitement had caused the vaginal area to become more suffused with blood than usual. I had never seen Martine so turned on before. The pain followed immediately by the contrasting pleasure had really made her pussy weep; tell-tale trails of her juices running little rivers down her spread thighs, her pussy gaped, the tunnel that was her vagina open and ready for whatever invasion came her way. How I managed to stop myself from fucking her I don't know, suffice to say that it took a Herculean effort. My cock was thick, fat and aching, lifting the front of my galabeyah beyond redemption, but I somehow managed to fight off the need that had grown inside me at the sight of her beautiful pussy. Delighted with the result I plunged two fingers deep inside to coat them with her juices before inserting first one and then the other into her back door to open it up a little for stage three of her ordeal. As I stretched that little brown ring this way and that I couldn't stop myself, fastening my lips onto her clit, wanting to reward her for the pain. It came as no surprise that that she had her first cumm almost immediately, shaking within her bonds as wave after wave of her orgasm swept through her bringing more tears to her already stained cheeks. This was exactly what I had wanted from her and picking up the rigid vibrating anal beads I lubed them up well before inserting them gradually bead by bead until all nine were firmly embedded in her beautiful backdoor, held firmly by her anus. Cries and groans of delight followed the insertion of each bead and I had not yet switched it on. Anal muscles tensed making it necessary for me to hold back on the intense pressure for a moment, the anus itself holding the toy in place. Feeling the muscles relax I waited a few seconds before pushing in the last four beads and hearing the huge moan that came from Martine I switched it on. The response was immediate, her body jerked and the sound issuing from her sweet lips as the back door that gripped the toy was deep and loud, but no safeword, she was happy. Time now for the third part, and picking up Mr Whippy my slender cane, I dragged it across the now swollen and distended cheeks of her beautiful arse and between the crack. Seeing her tremble I brought the cane down swiftly in a straight line across the plump flesh. "Master," she cried out, "I'm sorry," and lost all control of her bladder, her pee gushing out and onto the towels. This was not unexpected, it being difficult to concentrate on holding back when someone was using a thin cane on your behind. However this was no cause to stop the thrashing, and I continued on to complete the ten strokes of parallel lines without breaking the flesh but producing some nice weal's that quickly became purple. Throwing off my galabeyah, I stood behind her with my throbbing and rampant cock ready, the head now purple, thickly swollen, looking very angry, and an intricate network of veins chasing lines from the base to the glans, a large bead of pre-cumm anointing the tip. Swiftly, almost without mercy I thrust into her hungry and waiting pussy, the whole length of my fat cock plumbing her depths. Again and again I thrust, deep, hard and very fast, the need for me to cumm taking over; I became animalistic in my endeavours, seeing only my need. Vaguely, through the mist of my obsessive lust I realised that Martine had cumm again and again. I could feel her pussy muscles tightening and clenching around my pole as it drove relentlessly into her unresisting pussy, saturated with her profusion of juices. With a huge bellow I exploded sending my cumm spiralling through my dominating cock to erupt with what felt like a volcanic force inside her, hot lava coating the pulsing vaginal walls to bring yet another climax from the depths of her being. As Martine jerked in spasm, her body shaking, I collapsed across her arse; feeling the heat burning against my skin although remaining semi-hard inside her despite the mighty orgasm I had just experienced. Feeling the urgent need to pee in my bladder, from my now aching cock buried within the soft depths of her still pulsing pussy, and the vibrations of the anal toy still working in her arse I remained in the comfort zone. Unable to contain myself any longer I gratefully released my flow, hearing her groan loudly as I filled her with my golden waters, such an enormous relief, the heat of my rain warming the inside of her even further and my cock too. There was so much pee now that I could feel it trickling down my own thighs, too much for her to contain. Moving away I watched as she began to expel the fluid until it became no more than a mere trickle. It was then that she began her second pee, no little trickle, initially a few drops and without warning an absolute gusher as muscles relaxed and the liquid absolutely poured out, as though a tap had been turned on. Seeing this I was unable to help myself, moving to her delightful wet pussy to suckle on the still swollen clit. It was thick and hard, I sucked it deep into my mouth nibbling, biting and sucking hard, Martine had quit moaning the sounds now coming from her were more like the plaintive mewling of a kitten as she threshed her body within the bounds of the ropes securing her. Her head thrashed wildly from side to side, her hands balled into fists, gripping the sheets as she rushed forward into yet another explosive orgasm that left her body jerking in uncontrollable spasm's. My chest and face were now covered in a mixture of both our cumms and the pee from both bladders, ahh! Shangri-La. Before untying her I gently removed the anal vibrator beads, picked up the jar of Tiger Balm, that we always keep at hand, applying it liberally to her overheated arse, thus minimising any pain from the beating. All the while Martine repeated, "Thank you Master, thank you Master," over and over again. Carefully I helped her up onto the bed, being a nice warm day we didn't snuggle under the duvet, we snuggled on top of it, face to face, kissing and stroking. I stroked her hair, we kissed, I stroked her face, we kissed, I stroked her gorgeous soft breasts, we kissed, I love those breasts of hers, I could play with them all day, when the nipples hardened they looked so good and suckling became such a pleasure. Now I just caressed them, stroking them, feeling the nipples come alive in my hands, hard, thick and erect, my Martine was still hot for sex. Slowly I moved my hand down and over her soft belly, feeling the rhythm of her breathing quicken to my touch, lower and still lower, my hand flat on her still swollen pudenda, my darling was definitely ready for more action. As one finger slipped between those hot lips she quivered, rolling onto her back like a playful puppy. "Please Master, give me more, I can't come down, my hormones are still raging, I feel as though my body is on fire, I am consumed by the flames of lust in the way that only you can create. Make me cumm again Master, I beg of you." I was not about to disappoint her, moving a second finger between those puffed up lips to feel the wetness still bubbling in the depths of her hungry pussy. Gradually I inserted them to feel her muscles close greedily around my stiff digits as more soft and guttural moans came from her beautiful mouth, a mouth that had so often felt the stiffness of my cock as she had sucked me into another world. My thumb easily found her wonderful clit instantly describing gentle but stimulating circles, a third finger slipped in alongside the other two and then the remaining finger until all four digits were thrusting deeply into her well of desire. The moans increased and my thumb also became a part of this living wildly probing thing not unlike an octopus writhing inside her pussy. Martine thrust upwards to meet my hand, wanting more inside, wanting me to thrust hard to find the 'G' spot. I did as bid while fastening my mouth back onto her swollen clit, my probing finger found her spot, stimulating it, squeezing gently urging her towards what I knew would be the final and most explosive climax. Hard and deep my fingers thrust into her as she writhed wildly on the bed, her groans and moans now having turned to screams of extreme and absolute pleasure. "Oh god Master, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, fuck me with your fist, fuck me hard, oh god you bastard, do it to me, do it to meeeee bring it on for meeeee, yessss, yesssss, oh yesssss I'm cuuuuumiiiiing, arrrrgh!" she managed to hiss through her teeth. I gently pulled my fist from her pulsing and so hot pussy just in time to see her squirt her cumm as though she were a man, an awesome sight. I carried on licking until every drop of her cumm had been cleared from her pussy before taking her shaking body in my arms to hold and cuddle her. Now she would be able to come down, sobbing from the joy of it. I kissed and licked her salty tears away as she mumbled her thanks, although somewhat incoherently. I murmured loving words into her ear as she slowly drifted back to earth, little aftershocks causing her body to jerk. I pulled the duvet from under her throwing it over her naked and lovingly abused body, as she would be cold after such intense exertion. "Now my lady," I said, "it's a hot cup of chocolate for you and then a nap, you are the most exciting woman I have ever known." As I turned away to go to the kitchenette she replied, "Master, I couldn't have done it without you, you are the skilled artisan who took my flesh and moulded it into a most gigantic orgasm, thank you Master, thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you."