A trembling Marie faces the much taller and stronger Elizabeth.

Elizabeth presents an intimidating figure, dressed in black leather bra and panties with tall leather boots, also in black. In Elizabeth's hand she brandishes a nasty looking black leather whip with brass fittings. Elizabeth looks sternly at the cringing Marie. Elizabeth tells Marie, "Strip naked for me, slave!"

Marie seems on the verge of some sort of refusal, and then she begins to slowly unfasten her dress. She pleads with Elizabeth, "I will strip naked for you, Mistress. I will do what you tell me, always. Just, please, don't hurt me."

Slowly, Marie removes each item of clothing. By the time she gets to her fancy panties, they are soaking with her own juices.

Elizabeth then manacles Marie's wrists and loops the connecting chain over the top of a peg protruding from a slanted board. Elizabeth has to lift Marie nearly a foot to get the chain over the peg. Even if Marie weighs less than 100 pounds, the lift is still an exhibit of Elizabeth's strength.

Elizabeth prods Marie with the butt of the whip. She snarls, "You went out with a boy when I told you not to. Is that correct, bitch!?"

Marie is now both crying and shaking slightly. She says, softly, "It meant nothing Mistress! It was just for coffee, nothing more. I swear!"

Elizabeth again prods Marie with the butt of the whip. She commands, "Silence slave! You will speak only when I order you to speak. Is that clear?"

Marie trembles, "Yes Mistress!"

Elizabeth walks back and forth behind the bound Marie. She sneers, "I was going to eat your pussy, slave. Would you have liked that?"

Marie says quickly, "Oh yes Mistress! You always treat your slave well."

Elizabeth snaps, "I treat a good slave well. A disobedient slave must be punished."

Marie is, by now trembling visibly. She pleads, "Please don't whip me Mistress!"

Elizabeth thunders, "I said silence, slave!" Elizabeth then seems to consider the matter of Marie's disobedience. She muses, "I must make the punishment fit the crime. You were disobedient with a boy. I could whip you, but that does not really fit the crime. No, slave, if you want a boy, well then you shall have a boy. In fact, you can have the big cocks of two boys up your disobedient little ass. You will take both huge cocks without a whimper or I will whip you. Is that clear?"

Marie continues to tremble but says only, "What ever my Mistress orders me to do, I will do."

Elizabeth then snarls, "If you submit totally to the two big cocks, you will not be forced to suck those same cocks when they are removed from your disobedient little ass. Is that clear."

A softly sobbing Marie says, "Yes, it is clear, Mistress."

Behind Marie is the sound of the cellar door opening and closing. Marie then feels a presence behind her. A male voice says, "When I am ready, you will relax your muscles and let me shove my 10 inch cock deep into your ass slave. Do you understand?"

Marie sobs, "I will always do as I am told."

A second male voice says, "When Ed is finished, I will also fuck your tight little ass. If you have been good, I will even use lube. Do you understand?"

Again Marie sobs, "I will always do as I am told."

Suddenly there is the sound of a scuffle. Marie can not see what is going on behind her and does not dare to try to turn.

From what Marie can hear, Elizabeth seems to be in some sort of trouble and she is trying to do something with the boys.

Suddenly, nude and gagged Elizabeth is manacled and suspended from the peg next to Marie. Unlike Marie, Elizabeth faces the board.

The first male voice, apparently Ed, says to Elizabeth, "Gary will fuck your Mistress ass hard and deep. You will relax your muscles and let him shove his big cock as deep as he likes into your ass, do you understand?"

Elizabeth squirms and tries to say something. However, her gag turns it into a confused mumble. The same male voice says, "Bitch, if you do not play our little game, I will whip you and then fuck you in the ass. Do you understand?"

Elizabeth now ceases trying to struggle and says something that the gag almost completely muffles. Then, Elizabeth lets herself relax against the hard board.

Meanwhile, Marie is lifted from the peg by which she is suspended and then turned and hung facing the board. Marie feels the hard board against her breasts and then something big and hard presses against her anus. Then something too big thrusts itself past the resistance of her sphincter muscles and into her ass. It then makes its painful way deep inside the trembling Marie. Marie is in pain and so scared that she barely notices that Elizabeth next to her has stiffened, apparently as Elizabeth receives the same cock in the ass treatment that Marie is undergoing.

As the big cock tunnels its way into her virgin hole, Marie feels pain and a sort of overstuffed feeling. She does her best to bear the pain without crying out, because she is afraid of worse consequences if she fails to perform exactly as the boy wishes.

Next to Marie, the bound and gagged Elizabeth is receiving the same treatment from the second boy. The outrage of the whole situation fills Elizabeth with hate for the boy fucking her ass and she silently vows revenge.

However, the boy feels the lack of cooperation and tells Elizabeth that she will either relax her internal muscles or he will whip her until she does relax her internal muscles

Suddenly, the huge cock in her ass begins to drive Marie to the most shattering orgasm she has ever experienced. The pace of the thrusting of the huge cock increases and then Marie feels the shuddering that presumably indicates that her rape is finished. A thoroughly dominated Marie feels the cock withdraw from her ass and she lies panting on the slanted board that holds her prisoner.

Elizabeth realizes that she can not fight the big cock up her ass. She tries to wiggle a little to bring the guy off so that he will finish. It is all to no avail. The painful pounding continues and there is no hope of release or escape until the cock shoots cum inside Elizabeth's ass. Worse yet, Elizabeth is beginning to feel the same excitement that made Marie climax and now Elizabeth in her turn will be forced into a climax in front of her slave.

The pain suddenly transforms into the strongest orgasm Elizabeth has ever experienced. Elizabeth's whole body shudders as she reacts uncontrollably to the orgasmic sensations coursing through her body.

The boys then discuss the anal fucking of the two girls in the crudest terms imaginable.

The second voice, that of Gary, then tells Marie that he will clean and lube his cock before he fucks Marie because she has been a good slave. He asks Marie, "Do you understand?"

Marie answers, "I will do anything you want, please do not hurt me."

The answer is a stinging slap across her buttocks. The male voice says, "Slave, you will always say Master when you speak to one of us."

Marie sobs, "Yes, Master!"

Ed tells Elizabeth that he is not going to clean or lube his cock, as she has been a bad slave. Elizabeth tries to say something, but the gag prevents anything intelligible. There is the crack of a whip and Elizabeth jumps in pain as she feels the raw sting of the whip mark on her buttocks. Ed's voice says, "You will be silent and obedient or I will whip you again!" Elizabeth cringes and does not reply.

The rested Ed then enters Elizabeth's ass with his huge cock. Once again, Elizabeth feels the pain in her anus and also the pain where the whip has stung her buttocks.

Marie again feels the entry of a cock into her anus. This time the smaller, well-lubed cock does not hurt so much as it penetrates past her sphincter muscles and she is able to stand the deep thrusts more easily. The voice of Gary asks, "Do you like my cock up your ass, slave?"

Marie answers, "I love to give my Master pleasure."

The twin anal fucking continues until Gary shoots his cum into Marie's ass. Then Marie feels herself again lifted from the peg and reversed until she hangs from the peg as before only now facing out, rather than facing in to the hard board. She can feel the cum drip from her outraged anus.

Marie can now see Ed continuing to fuck the ass of Elizabeth with hard, deep strokes. It takes a while, but she can hear the breathing of both Ed and Elizabeth pick up as Ed strokes toward climax. As Ed shoots his cum in Elizabeth's ass, Marie can hear Elizabeth climax as well.

The two boys lift Elizabeth off of her peg. Gary brandishes the whip in Elizabeth's face. He snarls, "Bitch, you will eat my slave's pussy until she climaxes. If you cause any trouble, I will whip you so hard the first whipping will feel like a love pat in comparison. Now eat pussy, slave!"

Elizabeth can neither kneel nor stand to put her mouth on Marie's quivering pussy lips. Instead, she has to brace herself with her still manacled hands and half bend, half lean and lick Marie's pussy.

The still bound Marie begins to wiggle in ecstasy as Elizabeth's tongue does its familiar work on her pussy. Marie moans throughout the eating and finally climaxes noisily as Elizabeth's tongue flicks her clit.

Ed pulls Elizabeth back and re-hangs her from her peg. Gary meanwhile, prods Marie's breast painfully with the whip handle. He asks, "Did the bitch give you more pleasure?"

Marie gasps and says, "I live only to pleasure my Master. Her tongue was good only because it followed my Master's fucking."

Gary smiles a bit grimly and hoists Marie off of her peg. He unfastens Marie's manacles and says contemptuously, "Get dressed slave! However, leave the panties off. If either of your new masters wants to feel your pussy, what do you do?"

Marie says softly, "Spread my legs for my Master's pleasure. I live only to please my Master."

Ed in turn addresses Elizabeth. He snarls, "Bitch, you will be left free but manacled and gagged. You will wait down here in the cellar for 10 minutes. Then you may go upstairs and search for the key we will leave. If you exit the cellar before 10 minutes, we will leave you down here, hanging helplessly from your peg. Do you understand?"

Elizabeth nods meekly and says something that might have been, "Master," through the gag.

Ed continues, "When you find the key you will free yourself and clean yourself up. Then you will begin the process of recruiting the next slave for Gary and me. Do you understand?"

Again Elizabeth nods meekly and again says something that might have been "Master," through the gag.

Ed then lifts Elizabeth off the peg on which she hangs.

Elizabeth does not really stand, but leans against the slanted board.

Then Gary turns and tells Marie, "Lead the way, slave."

Marie meekly leads Gary to the steps that lead up from the cellar.

Ed follows and Elizabeth is all alone in the cellar.

There are two red washcloths on the table. My eyes are drawn to them the moment I walk in the door. My red satin skirt swirls around my ankles, and my hands come to rest over my hips on the matching red satin tunic. My pulse quickens as I meet his baby-blue eyes and ask:

“Tonight?”

“Yes,” he blurts out, his eagerness almost child-like.

My eyes rake over him, the polo shirt and jeans giving him a clean cut façade.

I smile. “Well then, what are you waiting for?”

A bubble of laughter escapes from my lips. My laughter follows him as he jumps up and bounds up the stairs. I follow at a more sedate pace, not because I was any less eager, just to make him wait.

I also remember the washcloths, which in his excitement, he has forgotten. My slowness has given him time to get ready, and ready he is. He stands naked in the middle of the pale hardwood floor. His erection is already straining against gravity. He waits, rocking back and forth slightly on the balls of his feet, with the faintest sign of impatience.

I enter the room, taking a moment to drop the washcloths on the edge of the bed, near at hand. I go into the small closet to retrieve what he waits so anxiously for. It is a large roll of plastic wrap, the type they use to wrap up pallets of produce.

“Hold still,” I direct, as I come out of the closet.

He obeys without so much as a quiver.

I slowly kneel by his feet. Reaching beside me I take one red washcloth. It was already folded in quarters. I fold it again, then I tuck it between the bones of his ankles. He quickly edges his feet together to hold the padding. I repeat this process with the other red washcloth, placing it between his knees.

I scoot the roll of plastic towards me, finding the edge and pulling it out. I make sure to unravel enough to go around his ankles, so that it can catch on itself. Once I have it unraveled, I wrap it around his calves. I set the roll back on the floor, so I can stand back up.

Once I am standing, I lean over with one hand on each side of the roll. I slowly start to circle his standing body. I go around his calves several times until I achieve the tension I want — tight enough to almost completely inhibit movement, but not tight enough to stretch or weaken the wrap. I continue to circle the wrap up his thighs.

At his erection I take a bit more care, for I want it left outside of the wrap. Here I circle once directly below his testicles, then again from just above his erection. I make a third pass just above his erection. I carefully angle this pass downward to catch the ones below. Then I have him hold his arms against his sides. I repeat the wrapping, catching his arms. I continue up over his chest, keeping up the moderate tension on the roll.

When I reach his shoulders I angle several passes to make the rounds tighter — so that they will effectively surround his head, not covering his mouth quite yet. I take one last look into his sky-blue eyes. Desire has flushed his face to a pale rose, and the blue stands out in startling contrast.

“Close your eyes,” I whisper.

Once they flutter closed, I complete the wrapping around his head. I have to work quickly because once I wrap his face he cannot breathe. I spin around him, blood red skirt twirling. Twice around him I go, then I stop to carefully puncture the wrap at his mouth with my ‘fuck-me’ red nails.

I eye his tightly wrapped body with silent satisfaction. Sweat is already forming steamy pockets under the wrap. I turn him so his back is to the bed and gently push. He crashes to the bed landing on the beach-towel he had spread in eager anticipation. Fortunately the bed is a strong one, and used to this kind of abuse. I let him lie there for a moment as I slip out of my five-inch heels, leaving my nylons on.

I climb on the bed, letting the slippery satin caress his slick plastic coating. His breathing becomes more erratic as I straddle his chest, letting my fingers trail gently over his erect member. I tease it playfully by taking my blond hair and feathering the ends over the tip. Laughing as he struggles in his plastic cocoon, I lean back, nearly letting my thighs slide down to his neck. I select several black satin ties from the bedside table, as well as a tube of hand lotion. The hand lotion I let rest on his belly.

I take one satiny tie and caress his erection with the end of the tie. He whimpers helplessly, flexing in his absolute bondage. I fold the tie in half, marking the point with my finger and center this below his treasured sacs. I bring the ends around to the front and tie the first knot, a simple slipknot that I pull cruelly tight around his testicles. I then crisscross the ribbon back and forth up the shaft of his erection, tying another slipknot just below the ridge of the head of his penis. I double this knot, pulling it as tight as I dare, until the flesh bulging between the tie is purple with the torture.

Now he is prepared for me to get back to business. I apply a generous layer of lotion to both hands, slicking off extra droplets on his shrink-wrapped form. I trail my lotion dripping fingers slowly up his erection, circling the tip with one long red nail. My other hand grasps the bottom of the shaft above his testicles. The first slips down to surround the upper half of his shaft. I slowly rotate my hands in opposite directions; I continue this action, slowly increasing the pressure and the rhythm. His anguished cries soon echo off of the lamp-lit walls. When he starts to struggle upward, arching towards his release, I slow down. Going from a frantic pace to a barely there touch. He goes from desperate cries to moans of total desperation, a supplicant begging for fulfillment.

The time for true torture is upon me. I will enjoy this! I slow down almost to a complete stop, toying cruelly with his utterly helpless body. I tell him how wonderful it will be when I choose to give him what he wants, but now I want him to beg before I do it. His desperate pleas fill my ears; his begging is almost as delightful as his pain.

I soon realize that I can not keep him in the wrap much longer. The steamy pockets have become patches of wetness that slowly seep through onto the beach-towel below him.

I return my hand to his straining erection. His body arches immediately, the craving for my touch much worse after its absence. His cries are impatient, partially because he knows this time there will be an end. This, however, does not mean that my teasing is at an end.

My fingers release his erection, only to push it into my mouth. My tongue teases flesh through the bonds, as the head slips down my throat. I build a delicate cycle with both lips and hands, as he builds towards climax I release him from my mouth and slip to the side.

His ejaculation arcs onto his plastic wrapped form as I continue to gently massage his tender sacs with my hands — milking the last of the creamy fluid from him. His heaving breath is all that can be heard as I slip out of the room to wash my hands. When I return, I have a pair of shears in my hand, with which I carefully slice off his cocoon.

As soon as he is free he darts for the shower. I again follow slowly, this time deciding what I will want in return.

I was surprised when Brigette actually did call. She asked why I left my phone number on the bill, and I somewhat sheepishly thought that she'd might be interested in having a threesome with Michelle and I.

After a short pause, Brigette said yes, that she'd love to. She found Michelle very attractive and sexy, and that she couldn't wait. I told her where to meet us, and what time. We would be waiting for her...

I told Michelle seconds after getting off of the phone with Brigette. Michelle was happily surprised, and a bit nervous. I guess I was, too. I told Michelle that this was about her and Brigette primarily; I had no problem with sharing her. I asked Michelle if it would be all right to bring my camcorder, so that I could get it all on film. She agreed enthusiastically.

We sat together in the motel room, waiting for Brigette. I admit to being very excited and more than a bit nervous. Michelle was wearing a short red knit skirt, fishnet thigh highs, red stiletto pumps, and a red camisole that was a bit too small for her large, luscious breasts. I had on a pair of jogging shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt.

As we sat and waited, I decided that I couldn't, and began to kiss my Michelle deeply, softly. My hands roamed over her willing flesh, and ended up in between her now-spread legs. Just as I was beginning to probe her sweet box, a knock on the door brought us out of our reverie.

I got up and opened the door. What I was nearly floored me. There stood Brigette, looking nothing like the girl we had just seen not too long ago at the restaurant. She had on a long Spring jacket; no doubt to help hide what she was wearing.

She stood before us in leather thigh boots, fishnets, black Lycra skirt, and a leather bustier that put her ample cleavage on display for all to see. Her hair was a blond-ish red, with copper streaks running through it, and she carried a rather large shoulder bag.

I eagerly let her in, and then we began talking a bit. She told us that she knew what we were doing at the restaurant, and it made her so horny. She tried to watch from the window, but kept getting interrupted...and she found Michelle to be an extremely sexy woman.

I told Brigette that the plans were for her and Michelle to have fun, and that I was going to be behind the camera. I also told her that I may not stay behind the camera, too...and asked if she was OK with that.

She walked over to me and kissed me, nearly sucking my tongue right out of my mouth. I took that as a yes.

It was clear from the moment that Brigette walked into the room that she was going to be the one in charge. She walked slowly over to my Michelle and held out her hands. Michelle took them, and Brigette helped her to her feet. I got the camera in focus, and began recording.

I watched as Brigette and Michelle embraced, then began to kiss. As their tongues worked in each other's mouths, their bodies began to rub and grind into each other. Their hands probed all over, lightly touching the sensitive parts. I was fully erect and wondered if I had the will power to stay out of it...

Brigette told Michelle that she was beautiful, and that she wanted to feel her tongue on her cunt. Michelle immediately knelt down and lifted up the little bit of skirt that barely covered Brigette's clean-shaved pussy, then began to hungrily lick and kiss it.

Brigette groaned and grabbed Michelle's hair, urging her closer. Michelle grabbed hold of Brigette's tight ass and pulled it even closer...

Suddenly, Brigette pushed Michelle away and said that she'd like to go into the bedroom. We agreed, and I moved the camera into the room. As I was setting up, Brigette told Michelle to strip off everything except her hose and shoes. Then she told her to lie on her back, spread-eagle. Brigette retrieved her bag, and took out four leather cuffs with silver chains attached to them. She fastened them to Michelle's ankles and wrists, then anchored the chains to the head and foot boards. Next, she took out a vibrator and showed it to Michelle, who smiled broadly. This was turning out to be a really good time...

Brigette then proceeded to tease my Michelle with the vibrator. She would work it all around the opening of her now-dripping pussy then trail it up to her large, sweet tits. She did this over and over; sometimes slowly, sometimes more deliberately. This was too much for me; I had to get involved somehow...

I went over to the side of the bed opposite the camera, and leaned over to kiss Michelle. Her mouth was a soft and sweet as I remembered it...so warm, so pliant. She expertly sucked on my tongue, the force of her sucking increasing as Brigette worked her over with the vibrator. She was now probing Michelle's cunt with it. I watched out of the corner of my eye as it slowly disappeared in, then reappeared out... it was driving me crazy. I wanted to be the one fucking Michelle, not Brigette...

Brigette told me to move as she got up and straddled Michelle's chest. She turned around so that her front was facing the bottom of the bed, then told me to get another vibrator out of her bag. As I went to get the vibrator, Brigette positioned herself so that she straddled Michelle's face, then leaned forward so that she could now taste her pussy. She told Michelle to start eating her, then told me to get the vibrator lubricated. Just as she bent forward to begin eating Michelle, she told me she wanted the vibrator up her tight ass.

Trembling, I complied. I've never done anything like this before, and wasn't quite sure of the speed or depth I as supposed to use. Brigette's muffled groans told me I was doing it all right...I watched as Brigette lovingly flicked and probed Michelle's sweet, juicy cunt, moaning all the while. She stopped only to re-insert the vibrator into that beautiful pussy.

Michelle's own muffled groans of pleasure were filling the room; I saw her hungrily eat Brigette as she squirmed and writhed in her own ecstasy...at this point, I eased the vibrator all the way up Brigette's ass, and got undressed. No way was I going to stand here and watch anymore. In an eye blink, both Michelle and Brigette came with explosive fury. Michelle's writhing nearly threw Brigette off of her, and Brigette's own orgasm threatened to suffocate Michelle.

As they lay there panting, I unfastened Michelle's ankle restraints, and refastened them to the headboard so that her legs were up over her head. I told Brigette to lick Michelle's asshole, to get it nice and wet. After a few minutes, I moved Brigette away, and mounted my Michelle. Finally.

I pushed my rigid cock up into her tight, sweet asshole and didn't stop till I was all the way up inside her. She gasped a bit, then Brigette began to kiss her mouth and play with her neglected breasts. I pulled out slowly, then pushed back up inside again...Michelle moaned a bit louder, muffled as it was by Brigette's own mouth. Passion carried me away at the point...I watched as a sexy girl kissed my beautiful Michelle as I fucked her up the ass...the energy of the moment carried me with it; I fucked harder and harder...Michelle's moans were getting louder and more urgent...I felt my cock swell up a bit more, then my orgasm overcame me as I pumped what felt like gallons of sperm deep inside my love's ass...

Two Offences

I wake slowly, stretching, sore from making love for hours. Our bed is empty and I see a note taped on the glowing screen across the room. "My pet, I have gone to work for a few hours. Bathe, prepare yourself for me. I will return to you soon. M."

I smile and get out of bed, putting on my blue silk robe and pad softly to the bathroom where I run a steaming bath. I wash myself as I have been taught by my Master. I prepare the mug and brush and shave my pussy smooth for Him. I am careful not to touch myself as it is forbidden unless my Master has given me permission.

I get out of the bath and oil my body. Slowly rubbing in the warm oil, not missing any tender spot. Grabbing a mug of hazelnut coffee I head toward the bedroom to prepare myself for His return.

Once in the bedroom I open the box and retrieve the items my Master has left for me... a vibrator, a training plug, and nipple clamps with chain. I know that i am to fill myself immediately, so I lay back on the bed and after lubing the plug, slide it in until the base is snuggly against the dusky rose that belongs to my Master. I slide the vibrator in and turn it on feeling wave after wave caress my g spot. Finally, I attach the clamps to my hard, firm nipples.

At last I relax and sip my coffee, letting it slide past the tip of my tongue to the back of my throat. I glance at the clock, he will be home soon and then I will be able to please him.

I fantasize about sucking his big hard cock while I enjoy my coffee, feeling the juices of my wet pussy drip down my thigh and my clit throb.

Having finished my coffee, I put the mug on the nightstand and let my hand slide down between my legs... I pinch my clit. The shock of it sends a shiver all through my body. I begin to stroke it lightly, like a whisper. I begin to tremble. I stop, knowing it would displease my master to find me touching my pussy.

But I cannot. I continue to rub my swollen clit in little circles until my back arches and I bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud. My head is swimming from the stars I see when I feel His hand on my cheek.

"You have been very disobedient my pet. you shall have to be punished for 2 offences. Do you know what they are?"

I look at him and whimper and nod my head.

"Speak my slave. Tell me what they are. What two offences have you committed?" he demands as he cups my cheek.

I lay there with my hand still on my clit, finally I speak, "Master, first I touched my pussy without permission, and then I came without permission. Those are the two offences Master. I am sorry."

He looks down at me with a stern look but with a slight twinkle in His eye. Quickly he undresses and commands me to kneel on the floor. I scramble to kneel on the floor on all fours, careful not to discharge the plug or the vibe as it would displease my master greatly. I position myself so that my round ass and naked pussy are open before him with my head on my pillow on the floor. I hear him take his position in the spanking chair.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

The blows from his gloved hand on my naked ass make me whimper and moan as my pale oiled skin pinkens to a vivid scarlet under his every swat. His hand landing on the plug each time, pushing it in further and further. My eyes fill with tears and I bite my lip as I am close to cumming again, the mix of pleasure and pain is so intense.

"You would like my cock to fill you, wouldn't you my pet?" he asks as he removes the plug from my ass and rubs the head of his cock there.

I whimper and moan at the pressure of his cockhead against my tight rose.

"I will give you what you need in a moment my pet, you have not finished your penance yet." he says in a low languid drawl.

I feel his tongue press against my asshole. He is giving me that special kiss. I am confused at how my master could reward me so when I have misbehaved. I feel his lips and tongue carress me as the vibe is slid out and his thumb is inserted into my slick pussy. Quickly he finds that spot and presses his thumb into it sending me to the edge. I whimper and moan.

"Not yet pet. If you cum now I will punish you with a beating your round ass will not forget. You will wait until your Master commands it. This is a lesson in obedience." he whispers as he presses his thumb into me while he slides his big hard cock into my still pink ass.

I gasp and tremble, knowing it will be soon that I will cum for him. A low animal moan escapes my lips as he pushes his hard cock further into my tight ass, stroking me. He pulls the chain that holds the clamps on my rock hard nipples, yanking at them, pinching them, lovingly, violently.

Sensing my impending orgasm he removes his thumb and quickly reinserts the vibe. I am full now, with the vibrator in my tight pussy and my Masters large cock in my ass.

Master begins to rock back and forth, thrusting gently his balls bouncing on the vibrator in my disobedient pussy. His sac slaps me as he fucks me harder and harder. He has one hand on the small of my back pressing me down and the other holding me by the hip.

I feel a sharp slap on my ass. I begin to cry, I need sweet release.

"Say it pet, speak my slave," he growls as he pounds my ass.

I whisper in a low throaty growl, "I belong to You, only to You, heart and mind, body and soul."

My Master pulls lightly on the chain, "What do you need pet?" he growls.

My entire body heaves as I moan, "I need to cummmmmmm masterrrrrrrrrr".

"Cum now for me my pet, cum with me, you have my permission, I command it" he cries as he empties his seed into my full ass.

I cum and my my body shudders as I sink to the floor and my Master falls on top of me.

"Have you really learned your lesson my pet, " he asks me as he cradles me in his arms.

"I have Master" I whisper as I kiss his smooth cheek and close my eyes.

This story was written over the course of two days. The writing of Chapter One led to the events of Chapter Two.

It's one of my early stories, from a time when I was still finding my voice. Chapter One has no SM content but later chapters will. This chapter does have a strong D/s theme.

Here I am writing another surrender story. It seems like all I can write about is me being in a submissive role. I haven't even been on top of hubby in a while - haven't been in the mood.

About 4am.

He went up to bed before I did, by about half an hour or so. We had played some games (board games that is) late into the night and we were both tired. He was moody and I sensed that he was down about something, but I wanted to wait until he was ready to talk about it.

When I got to the bedroom, he was naked under the covers. It looked like he had been crying.

I touched his forehead and he kind of smiled a little. I debated with myself about wearing a nightgown but decided it would take too long to find something. "Give me a minute," I said. I figured he would rather have me sooner than later, so I brushed my hair and put it up in a ponytail with a hair clip (one of his favorite things). I also took some earrings from the bathroom counter with me as I entered the bedroom and closed the door.

We have reading lights on either side of the bed and his was on but dimmed. I turned off the rest of the lights, lifted the covers and climbed in. He put his arms around me and held me to him, while I put my right arm underneath us and put my left across his tummy. He rubbed my back with his left hand and stroked my side with his right. He started crying again and I kissed his chest (that's where my face was).

He was in a mood to be selfish and needed me to go along for the ride. I was OK with that.

We talked for a while about what was bothering him. It was an intractable problem with one of his high-school students who seemed bent on self-destruction (not literally). There was nothing I could do to help, except listen and be supportive. It was one of those frustrating problems that really get to him. He really wants to make a difference in their lives, especially with the kids who don't think they can make it in life.

He didn't need me to solve anything; he just needed me to make him feel better. I knew what to do and didn't embarrass him by making him ask.

I ran my left hand down to the top of his thigh. Immediately his body tensed and he groaned.

OK, this was going to be easy. I put my hand down farther, skimmed his crotch and stroked his inner thigh, then carefully worked back upward. At the end of that first stroke, I found a hard shaft. He had been soft on the way down.

Taking it in hand, I massaged it, using my pinky to put a little pressure between the balls. My thumb and first finger worked the area just under the head (thumb on the "top" side and forefinger opposite just under the "notch"). The other two fingers just squeezed.

...

(Several minutes later).

Maybe it wouldn't be so easy to get him off after all. He was relaxed and enjoying it but not building to an orgasm. "What do you want, sweetie?" I was thinking of leaning up and kissing him and letting him take over. I could put the earrings on as a warm-up tease, and let down my hair after a while to put him over the edge.

He looked off into space for a moment and sighed. "I'm, sorry, I want to hold you down on it, make you swallow it."

My annoyance was only exceeded by my exhaustion. I like going down on him, and I don't mind the "power trip", especially since he needed the ego boost, but it's a lot of work if you're tired - and I was very tired. "Naw, I'm not in the mood."

From him: an amused chuckle. "Even better. Do it anyway". He slid his hand up to the base of my neck and under the ponytail. I tried to change his mind by starting to stroke instead of massaging. He began slowly thrusting up into my hand in response.

Four or five thrusts later (like about ten seconds), his hand applied a little sideways pressure to my neck and shoulder. Nope, he was frustrated with the world and wanted to take it out on me, primarily because I'm the one person he can insist on getting his way with.

I shifted, turned a little and got up on my hands and knees, moving to be perpendicular to him. His hand relaxed but stayed on my right shoulder blade, guiding me into position. I centered my face over his very stiff rod and lowered myself back down to the prone position with my knees bent, so my feet pointed straight up (a favorite visual for him). My lips were about six inches above the target. I gripped him with my left hand and started to stroke again.

"Un uh" he said and tapped the back of my head. I took a deep breath and kissed the tip of it briefly while I continued to stroke.

This was a rare occurrence. Most of the time, if I don't want to do something, we talk about it and work it out. Sometimes he changes my mind by getting me excited, and it becomes a non-issue. Tonight, however, he didn't argue or ask or encourage. He insisted. His tone was gentle but he clearly expected obedience.

There was something pure and simple about it. I didn't want to do it. He told me to do it anyway... Normally, I either go along willingly, delighting in his dominance, give in grudgingly while making him feel guilty or put my foot down and say "no". Tonight, I decided to "just do as I was told". Chalk one up for "delighting in his dominance."

Our wedding vows were to "...love, honor and 'cherish'", not "obey", but I need to obey him every once in a while - not because he demands it but in order for me to feel like I'm being a good wife. (Hey, it's just the way I am). I decide when and how, and this was a good time to do it. After all, an unwilling blowjob isn't much of a hardship compared to some other things wives have had to do over the years.

His hand slid up my neck and around my hair clip. The gentle pressure increased on the back of my head and my lips got closer. "No", I said, with a genuine feeling of reluctance. It wasn't just his hand that was insisting. His hips raised up bringing him closer. (We have a safeword. "No" does not mean "no" for us).

If you've never been face to face with a husband's penis, you don't really understand the awesome power of it. My true "lord and master" was right there in front of me. I could reason with the man whose hand was holding me in place but not with the one right in front of me. With him, there's no fooling around. Somewhere, hardwired into my brain, a part of me that I have no control over, silently said "yes, sir" and opened my mouth.

[My God! I can't believe I actually wrote that! But it was how I felt.]

The hand and the head teamed up, one thrusting toward me and the other pushing down. After years of practice, I instinctively reached out with my lips and tongue. The pursed lips held him away from my teeth and my tongue met him as it came in. The tip of my tongue touched him just below the hole and followed the crease down to the shaft and the bulge just below the head. Keep in mind that I was sideways to him. The crease was on the left so I had to twist my tongue a little to make it work.

Once the head and part of the shaft was in, he moaned and pushed harder. I let him in but I grumbled (mumbled really, since my mouth was full).

Oops... that made him groan again and thrust even more. He says that when I make a humming noise, especially a low-pitched annoyed grumble, it makes it feel even better, like a vibrator. In other words, my complaining about it enhances it for him. Go figure.

My tongue was cupping the underside of the head and shaft. I licked and swirled as much as I could but it was in pretty far at this point. There wasn't much room for movement.

I gripped him at the base with one hand and stroked his thighs and other things with the other hand. That got him going. He stopped pushing long enough to take the clip out of my hair, so I pulled off of him and shook my hair out to scatter it over him (another favorite thing of his).

I resumed kissing and licking the head (keeping him out of my mouth for the moment) as I gripped the shaft and stroked it. I usually have to do some of this to get him off. I'm almost never able to get him off with just my mouth. In fact, he usually ends up taking some turns at stroking while I lick the end.

In this case, it was all my doing. I used my lips and tongue on the head to get him fired up and kept stroking with my hand. He put his hand down on my back and gave me a backrub; confirmation that I was doing what he wanted, but a reminder of my subservient position.

I could see him watching out of the corner of my eye. Apparently watching a woman go down on him is a good thing. (Duh, yah think?)

After a while, he started thrusting again to try to get back inside my mouth. I held back. I wanted to get him closer to getting off before having to take him in again. His hand had other ideas. It slid back up to my head. He caressed my cheek and gathered my hair together as he pulled it out of the way, moving it in a bundle to the back of my head. Resumed pressure from his hand and thrusting from my lord and master made their point and back down I went.

This time I bobbed up and down on it, fulfilling my role as wife-whore. His moans of pleasure and the intensity of his hand and leg movements were powerful, which at least made me feel appreciated. As I bobbed licked and flicked on the inside. My tongue focused mostly on the head. My hands were gripping the bottom of the shaft and tickling down below.

A look out of the corner of my eye was enough to see that he was enjoying the show. Keep in mind that I was stark naked, lying on my tummy doing this. I raised and lowered my hips a few times to mess with his mind. It worked.

He started using his hand to push me up and down. I actually prefer it when he does this. It makes it easier for me to keep a rhythm. His hips were moving in time with his hand so all I had to do was go with the flow. I sped up my tongue and squeezed his shaft in time with everything else.

I could feel him starting to come. I was surprised. As I said, he usually can't get off without stroking it himself at least a little, so I wasn't expecting him to get off yet. I figured I just might be able to frustrate him to the point where he wanted to come and them maybe go back to Plan A (kissing him while I/we stroked him off). Nope, not today, I wasn't going to get out of it. In fact, I wasn't even going to get my mouth off of him long enough to wet my tongue and lips.

It helps if my mouth is really wet when he comes so that it doesn't stick to my tongue or throat. His hand was not going to let that happen. He was speeding up, going really fast, and with one final thrust, he started coming. I pushed down to take it into my throat. It's easier that way. I can just swallow and then wash it down with a swig of water.

Nope, wrong again. He pulled back with his hips and held my head still, positioning my lips around the base of the head. I took the hint and fluttered my lips around the ridge where the head joins the shaft. His first spurt was a big one. It hit the back of the roof of my mouth and triggered a little of my gag reflex. I held on, though.

He pushed in a little more at the second squirt, positioning the head in the middle of my tongue. I squeezed my eyes shut and adopted the "grin and bear it" attitude. (All throughout this, hubby is moaning, telling me how much he loves me and profusely thanking every deity he can think of).

Usually, after three or four spurts, he's done. With the amount he was pumping out, I figured he had to be done after four and started to pull off. But... he locked me in place and (ahem) started "expanding".

When he's really excited, he can somehow make the shaft and especially the head swell. If he does it while he's coming, it grows in pulses with the squirting. In fact, I think it's the other way around. I think whatever he does to make it get bigger also makes it squirt another load.

So, I already had more than a mouthful, but lover boy was blowing up like a balloon while squirting again and again and again. He continued to hold me in place. I understood. He wanted me to "take it". The domination thing was feeding his excitement, which was feeding his desire to dominate.

It was demeaning, having him continue to squirt come into my mouth to the point where I was almost choking on it. But in a strange way, it was OK. I didn't mind. In fact, it can be pretty satisfying to know that I'm a good wife to him in the old fashioned sense.

Eventually, it got to be too much and I expressed some irritation by grumbling (oops). That gave me another big squirt (good grief! how much did he have in there!) I tried to swallow but it wasn't going anywhere; I was too dry and it was too sticky. One more squirt and I had to pull off or choke.

He knew instinctively that this time I meant it and he released me. As soon as I got him out of my mouth, I coughed and choked a couple of times, but my lips remained closed.

Hubby was lying there with this ear-to-ear self-satisfied smirk on his face. My hand gesture said what my mouth couldn't: "Yes, dear, you came so much that I couldn't handle it all, NOW GIVE ME THE DAMN WATER... YES, NOW!!!"

We keep a squeeze bottle of water on the headboard. He handed it to me and held my hair back as I took a big swig. Part of me wanted to spit but, after all I had done so far, I figured I might as well give him the full treatment. It took a while, a few hard swallows and some sloshing of lots of water but I got it all down.

The look on his face was worth it.

I rolled back onto my side, facing him. That gave him a full-expanse frontal view of me. I posed. He twisted a little so he could reach out and touch me, so I slid my leg over for him to stroke.

Of course he was smiling, but then, so was I. He asked, "Did you mind?"

By way of an answer I looked at his very soft noodle, twiddled it, then looked back at him saying, "Wifely duty".

I blew him a kiss. He was smiling, staring at my body, thoroughly satiated. And he had completely forgotten about the problem that had him upset in the first place. No, I didn't mind. But if I had said that, it would have taken some of the fun out of it for him. He wanted me to mind and wanted me to have obeyed him anyway.

Now it was my turn to have some fun, "If I told you to go down on me right now, would you?"

He, of course, answered, "Sure!"

I looked slyly at him and asked, "Will you do absolutely anything I ask?"

He smiled warmly and said, "as long as it doesn't require an erection."

I said, "Nope, no erection needed." I crawled up to lay next to him, bringing the covers with me. I buried myself into the crook of his arm. "Turn out the light first." I said. He did. Then I whispered in his ear, "Go to sleep."

He claims two minutes passed between the time we met and he was licking my cunt. I still find it hard to believe that even two minutes passed between "Hello" and him between my legs.

The short time between meeting and intimacy came from the comfort level we'd already developed over many months of email correspondence and several lengthy phone conversations. A man from a continent away who was brought to me through a combination of favorable circumstances and determination. No, I had few reservations about him or whatever was about to unfold and trusted him almost completely before we'd ever officially met.

When I entered the hotel room we talked briefly about our dinner plans and the impending arrival of the couple we were meeting for dinner. I quickly settled on the love seat as he began changing clothes for dinner and within seconds he was standing across from me naked. This wonderful, sexy man totally nude standing so casually across from me. I can still see his hard cock welcoming me from across the room.

Then, suddenly, he was seated next to me, kissing me with his hands on my breasts, my hands searching and stoking his warm body, settling on his cock. He knelt in front of me and started licking my cunt, his tongue adding to the heat of my body. I was on fire for him and would have easily fucked him right then and there.

Nonetheless, he stopped, looked up at me and said "Are you excited by the thoughts of being submissive?"

I could only smile and said "Yes." He returned to tormenting my hot cunt with his tongue. It was as torturous as it was wonderful because I really wanted him to make me cum.

However, as he is often full of surprises, he stopped once more and said, "Stand up now and turn around." I obediently stood up, raising my long black skirt, resting my arms on the cushions of the love seat as he bent to lick my ass, his tongue pushing deep inside of me. "Sit back down." he said.

I complied with his instructions and it really didn't strike me until that moment how odd a situation this was. Meeting a strange man with a funny accent in a hotel room, him naked so quickly and then following his directions as he licked various parts of my body. The circumstances felt strangely surreal and perfectly normal all at once. All such thoughts regarding the how outrageous or rational the situation was left as he started to rub his cock against my then aching cunt.

He then scooped me up from the love seat and laid me on the bed as I took his cock in my hand, trying to push him inside of me. "Oh, we aren't supposed to be doing that just yet." he said with a smile. His ability to restrain himself was an amazing feat to me. I mumbled something about dinner and with that he stood up and trotted off towards the bathroom with a look that was part schoolboy and part imp.

For the most part, the next three days stretched into one long sexual interlude. It all amounted to extended periods of passionate sex mixed with soulful kisses and long embraces. Intermissions were granted only during the short periods of time he went to the conference he was supposed to be attending, for food or when the maid drove us from the room so she could get in to clean.

I lost count of how many times he came in my mouth, I came in his or we fucked and he came inside of me. Each time was as important and special as the last. All the times he watched me as I sucked his cock, he licked my cunt or moved his fingers along my wet clit, have all melted together in my mind and it's difficult to recall more than a few specific incidents in detail.

I do have vivid memories of our last night together and me sucking his cock while he talked with his wife on the phone. Later as he kneeled over me, putting his cock in my mouth, fucking my mouth with the force of his hips saying "You like sucking my cock while I'm on the phone to her, saying I've got him and you don't, knowing when I'm back home and I'm licking her cunt, I'll be thinking about licking you."

Truth is I did like that I had him and she didn't. I liked even more that he'd be thinking of me when he was with her in the months to come. With my legs spread wide, he knelt between my knees, stroking his cock and telling me to touch myself. When I did he said "No, with the other hand, the one with your rings on it." I rubbed my cunt as he watched, stroking his cock, knowing he was getting some rush from seeing my wedding rings move back and forth as my fingers moved along my wet clit.

He moved his body over mine and fucked me asking "When your husband puts his cock inside of you, will you be thinking of only me?" I breathlessly answered "Yes, just you." and delighted in him being inside of me once again. Among all the passion, I vaguely remember something he said about how bad we were for entering into this sexual affair and how we'd return home with our minds all fucked up.

And, although I don't recall his exact words at the time about how it would leave our minds in disrepair, I feel it now. When I can think only of him as I'm fucking my husband, unable and unwilling to forget the pleasure of that time and awaiting anxiously for his return, yes, I feel it now.

It may never happen, so I'll write about it instead.
Sean leaned over her head to whisper something to Lance and then the two men helped her down off the stool and led her to one of the booths. They sat her down at the table between them on the bench and then both men kept talking while stroking their cocks under the table. Ana sat there listening to them talk while she knew they were both pulling their cocks. She wondered if they were doing it through their pants or if one or both of them had their cock out and was stroking it for real. The thought drove her wild with desire because she loved men to stroke their cocks for her. It made her feel so sexy and desirable. Lance told Ana to get under the table and let Sean cum into her mouth. They told her not to swallow it but to keep it in her mouth until they told her otherwise.

Ana got down under the table, ignoring the looks they were getting from others around them. She could not see Sean's cock in the dark but she certainly could feel it when he reached around her head to pull her mouth onto it. Ana sucked hard at his stiff meat, reaching out to cup his balls with one hand at the same time. The sudden intense warmth from her hand on his balls plus the sensation of her lips around his cock caused him to explode inside her, filling her mouth with sticky warm cum. She took it all, not spilling a drop and then she slid back onto the seat between the two men. They spoke to her calling her a good little slut and enjoyed the fact that she could not speak due to having a mouth full of cum. This excited both men so much that they began getting restless and declared that it was nearly time to go back to the unit.

But first they told Ana to walk over to the bar and drop some money on the way. Then she was to bend slowly to pick it up again while counting slowly to ten in her head. They knew she was not wearing any underwear and Sean had told Lance about the butt plug she had inside her asshole as punishment.

Ana walked away slowly, swinging her hips in a sexy way and then dropped a coin 'accidently'. She bent down slowly as Lance and Sean stared at her ass, watching the hem of her dress slowly rise up to the tops of her thighs and higher... They quickly stole sideward glances at other men around Ana and it thrilled them to see they were also watching her ass and exposed legs. The bottom of her dress rose up just high enough for the tip of the butt plug to become visible enough for anyone looking really hard. Sean and Lance worked hard to control themselves as they watched her straighten back up and walk back toward them. They got up and moved either side of her to escort her out of the pub with sly smiles on their faces as they passed the other men.

BACK AT THE UNIT

They all arrived back at the unit after a thrilling drive which involved the two men in the front of the car forcing Ana, who was sitting in the middle of the back seat, to finger her clit with her dress pulled up high and her legs spread apart as far as she could get them. Once the car stopped she was 'helped' out by strong supportive hands on her ass and tits and made to walk up the stairs in front of the two men with her dress still up around her hips exposing the bottom of the butt plug and her wet pussy lips for their visual entertainment.

Once inside the unit Ana's dress was roughly pulled off and she was told that she must call them both 'Sir' and be their sex slave/cum slut until further notice as well as remembering to say "Thank you" whenever she was fucked or flogged by either of them. Both men walked up to the bed together and flopped down onto their backs with hands lazily resting behind their heads as they observed Ana standing, waiting for a command from one of them. Sean unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out. He began to pull his cock until Lance followed his lead and did the same. The sight of both men pulling their cocks for her as she watched drove her CRAZY!

She began to move toward the bed and then crawled up onto it without needing to be asked. Nobody said a word as she bent forward to lick each cock head in turn while her trained hands found each cock and began to take over the pulling. She spat and drooled as much saliva as she could create and then worked their slippery wet glistening cocks with her skillful hands.

"Turn around Slut, and then you can continue doing what you're doing!" Sean commanded.

Ana turned so that her ass was now up in the air and pointed straight at the two men while she worked their cocks with hands, mouth and tongue. They were suddenly speechless as they watched Ana's ass move in the air before their eyes. Then the slapping began. First one hand, then another until she cried out in pain and they stopped as though realizing she could take no more. Sean commanded her to get her bag and bring it over to the bed so they could access all her naughty toys and floggers. There were two floggers, one with short tails and one with longer tails. They each took one and used it on her back as she was put onto her hands and knees on the bed with her ass pointing up into the air.

Lance reached for the butt plug and pulled it out of her ass. It hurt when the fat part of the plug was pulled slowly through her tight ring of muscle at the entrance of her asshole. It was a fair stretch to get it out and then the pain was taken away with a probing wet tongue as lance began to lick her asshole and drive his tongue in as deep as it would go. Ana began to moan and rock her ass up and down, pushing back to get more of Lance's tongue deep into her hole. Sean moved in close to get near her pussy with his tongue. Now one tongue was lapping at her pussy and teasing her clit while another tongue fucked her asshole. Ana was in heaven!

Then Sean slid on his back under Ana until he could access her tits. He sucked each nipple and then attached alligator nipple clamps onto her nipples and screwed them on tight. One more turn for each pin until Ana yelped with pain and then he moved back to her pussy again. By now Lance had inserted one finger into her asshole and was spitting on her hole to make it wetter. Another finger was pushed into her greedy hole and then a third and she took them all comfortably. Sean moved up the bed under Ana again and told her to sit on his cock. Ana said "Yes Sir" as she slowly lowered herself onto his big hard cock. He filled her, stretching her walls far apart with his meat while Lance now had four fingers inside her asshole and was fucking her ass with his hand.

Ana started to moan so Lance took a flogger and began to flog her ass as she rode Sean's pole. She wasn't moving fast enough so Sean grabbed her hips aggressively and held her in place so he could pump his cock hard into her. The noises Ana made were enough to wake up the entire neighborhood so Lance walked around to her head and offered her his cock to suck. She sucked hungrily as Sean pumped relentlessly into her wet cunt. Then while she was being distracted by Lance and his cock in her mouth, Sean crawled out from underneath her and pushed his slippery wet cock into her asshole slowly. She moved forward away from him but her smacked her hard on the ass a few times and pulled her hips back to meet his demanding pulsating angry cock. He slid in easily, filling her asshole with his cock, all the way in to the balls. Then slowly he began to fuck her. He knew slowly drove her WILD!

Lance could not stand by while a woman was being fucked up the ass by another man without getting in on the action and he knew this was what Ana needed. He knew she needed two men to service her ass tonight. So he was happy to oblige. He stood watching Sean slowly fuck Ana's ass as he pulled his own cock with excitement. He took the nipple clamps off Ana's nipples and then he slapped her tits over and over again, alternating between slapping with hands and flogging with the short tailed flogger. Sean slapped her ass hard quite a few times as he fucked it and every now and then he would pump her ass hard and make her scream and squirt a little. Now he pulled out of her ass and both men watched with fascination as her open gaping asshole slowly closed up again before their eyes. Then Lance got into position to fuck her ass next.

Sean moved to lie down in front of Ana so she could suck his cock while Lance fucked her ass. She sucked furiously at his cock while bucking back to take more of Lance's cock into her ass. Sean was about to blow his load so he decided it was now or never to try filling Ana's asshole with two cocks. First though, he would need to get into her pussy so he and Lance could DP her. Sean reached for the big butt plug and made Ana take it into her mouth so she would be quiet. Then he moved down the bed and guided his cock into her pussy. Once it was all the way inside Lance began to slide his cock into her well fucked asshole. Ana let out a guttural moan of pure pleasure once she felt filled by the two cocks at once and then she braced herself for the fucking of her life!

Lance and Sean began to fuck her holes at once, being driven on by the amazing loud noises Ana was making despite having the butt plug in her mouth. Her hips were grabbed roughly as she was held fast while being pounded in ass and pussy by two very eager big cocks. They showed her no mercy as they continued to fuck her with a fast, furious pace. Ana felt ready to climax but could do nothing about it. Nobody would realize or care if she came now so she held on for dear life until one or both of them stopped. They both seemed to stop at once as though they were nearing their own orgasm and weren't willing to give in to it. Sean pulled out of her pussy and went around kissing her for a few minutes. She was allowed to let go of the butt plug for the kiss but then, after a few sucks and deep throating Sean's cock, the plug was put back in her mouth.

Lance was still inside her asshole but pulled out when Sean came around. Both men started pulling their cocks as they watched her asshole close up again and then Sean jumped forward to fill it before it completely closed up. The sensation of his large inflated cock suddenly filling Ana's asshole caused her to protest loudly. After several hard slaps on the ass for her trouble, Sean started to fuck her ass hard. Over and over her ground his cock into her asshole fucking her deeply. Then he stopped and she could feel another cock pushing through her hard rim of muscle and penetrating her already full hole. It took several attempts to make Ana's asshole accept both cocks at once but eventually both heads had popped inside her ass and were going deeper. As they moved deeper, her ass was stretched even more to accommodate the thicker middle sections of their cocks.

Just feeling the two cocks inside her ass was such a huge sensation for Ana and that was before either of them started to move. Sean began to pull out a bit and then slide back inside her. Then Lance did the same and before long both men were slowly fucking her asshole at once. Ana could hear her voice utter noises she had never heard herself make before. She had never uttered sounds such as this in her entire life! Two big cocks filling her little asshole, no matter how well used, was enough to make her lose control. She gave herself up totally to the extreme sensation of this DP. As the cocks were driven into her over-stretched hole Ana lost all will to move and just went limp. It hurt and it was heaven all at once. She had no control over what was happening to her or over her body's reaction to it.
Just when she thought she could take no more the fucking stopped and first one, then the other cock was pulled out of her ass. Both men walked around to her head and pushed their slippery wet cocks into her mouth. She sucked them each in turn and then rolled over onto her back so that each cock could be driven into her slutty mouth. For she was indeed a total SLUT tonight and she was being driven WILD with COCK! She was being used as a SLUT and WHORE for two lust-consumed men. Two men who could not get enough of her and her ass. Men who needed their cocks buried deep inside her ass. Men who knew how to stretch her physically and mentally to help her find her own limits. These two men now needed to CUM.

First Sean began to pull his cock quicker and moan out loud. Then Lance followed close behind with his own hand wrapped around his fat cock. Both men groaned as they began to spill loads of their hot white cum onto Ana's face. She felt their sticky sauce cover her nose and mouth and she opened wide to receive their offering. Then when she was frosted like a cake Ana closed her eyes to let them rub cum all over her face. Her tongue darted out to catch as much of the sticky goo as possible and then their hands stopped and she felt first one ass cover her entire face and force her nose and tongue to dip inside it. Then the other ass rubbed cum all over her face and again her nose was forced inside another asshole. Ana felt like the dirtiest little CUM-SLUT EVER!!!!! And she LOVED IT!!!

She was then ordered to lick each asshole in turn and service her two Masters until they were both satisfied. Once they tired of their game the two men flopped down either side of her on the bed and turned towards her before snuggling up with hands on her tits and hips and shortly after that they kissed her and went to sleep. Ana smiled with satisfaction as she relived the evening and wondered what would happen in the morning...

What would these two horny beasts want her to do tomorrow? She could only wonder as her heart thumped loudly in her chest. Of one thing she was definitely sure...she wanted MORE. She could not get enough of being used and fucked. Her hands found one cock each and wrapped around it while she drifted off into a peaceful sleep, uninterrupted by dreams as her biggest dream had now cum true. She had finally had TWO cocks inside her ass at once and she had LOVED EVERY SECOND.

Here in the city everyone goes around in little bubbles of their own, cell phones pressed to their ears, closer to people who are miles away than they are to the ones who crowd against them in the elevators. Talia is like that too, and though she lives not far from the center of town, she's always somewhere else: through her phone, through her music, through her big TV.

The doors of her minivan close with a cushioned thump and completely shut out the noise of the streets. The minivan has a very good stereo and quiet ventilation and tinted windows, and the ride is smooth and soft and clean, even through the worst neighborhoods. She bought this car with the money from her new job, and even though it's a family car and she's a family of one, she bought it so she can haul all the stuff she plans to buy with the money this job pays her. In this world of dwindling resources and diminished expectations, with jobs leaving the country like suds down the drain, Talia has got her nails into the rock of personal success and is holding on with selfish tenacity. She worked her ass off in school and spent enough time in a shit entry-level job for a couple years until this one came along, and now that she's got a jealous grip on what she can get, everyone else can be damned. She has no use for them.

She has a use for me though. She found my stories on a web site, and though I'm a lot older than she is, she started writing me. She liked what I wrote. She liked the fact that I'm a kind of passionate slob and that I'm a poet and can give her things in words that she can't get any other way: one of the few things she can't buy these days. We'll stand naked in the glass wall of her new high-rise condo and look out at the city beneath the full moon, and I'll spread her pussy apart and stroke her and give her poetry about why she's like the night. That's something she knows she can't get from anyone else. We can stand there with her leaning back against me, her wrists tied behind her back, my hand full of her juice, and I can tell her what it's like when the moon fucks her from behind or how it feels when the sun comes in her face, and that makes her shudder. When she orgasms she reaches back and tries to bite my naked shoulder, hating me for making her feel so much. She likes it when I tie her up too, and slowly whip her open legs and tell her poetry about what a whore she is until she throws her head back and comes, panting the way she does, the old wooden chair creaking as she pulls on the ropes in her spasms of release.

Talia and her friends put on sexuality like other people put on shoes, looking for something that fits and looks good on them and doesn't pinch too much. If there are no men around, Talia will do women, and she's done groups before too. She's offered to do a three-way with me and a girl friend of hers, a girl she'd gone to college with and now works with, but I'm not really that interested. I'm not that much of a sexual team player and I don't think this friend is into poetry and passion much, so I doubt she'd have much interest in me, but Talia thinks otherwise.

"Blaine really wants to do it," she says when I meet her for lunch the park beneath the weak spring sun. "She told me again. I talked to her this morning."

Talia's a very pretty girl, with slick, dark brown hair that is actually auburn when seen in the sun. She wears it cut to chin length straight around, showing off her lovely neck. She's got a down-turned mouth that makes her look stuck-up or privately angry, and I love it when I have her tied up and see that proud, pouty look on her face. It makes me want to hurt her, and often that's just what she wants too. She likes pain when we make love. It seems to be one of the few things in the world that can really get to her whether she wants it to or not. Most everything else she can tune out at will.

"You know what this is going to be like if we do it with Blaine?" I ask her. "It's going to be 'Blaine, why don't you lie over here, and Talia you get up on your knees over there, and I'll squeeze between you here and rub my dick on her ass, and you do this and I'll do that' and then it'll be like half-time and change sides. And two people will come and the third will be left out."

Talia's pouty little mouth doesn't change but her eyes smile.

"You're so hopeless," she says. "Most any guy would jump to have the two of us in bed together."

"Maybe I think more of you than that."

She looks at me to see if I was teasing. "Yeah, right."

I wasn't teasing. I really did care for her. It drove me crazy that she refused to see that.

"What do you get out of it anyhow?" I ask her. "You already slept with her once in college. You told me she didn't do much for you."

She stirs her yogurt around and licks the back of the plastic spoon. "Oh, I liked it all right. She's got gorgeous tits, and she's real hot when she comes. Screams and yells and everything. You'd like that. You like all that hysterical stuff."

"I like it when it comes from you." When Talia comes, she starts panting really fast in this high whimper. Her face gets red and her hands and her legs shake out of control.

I look at her. "You know what I think?" I say. "I think you just want to show me off. I'm the one thing you've got that Blaine doesn't have, and you want to rub me in her face."

"So? Is that so bad?" She squints against the weak sun as the wind blows her now-auburn hair across her forehead.

"It's a status thing, isn't it? Everything you do is a status thing."

She makes her pouty mouth. She's such a beautiful young woman that I could just crush her lower lip between my teeth. She loves me in her way, but she doesn't really know what that way was. She's just not equipped to think about things like that, things that don't quite make sense.

"You're not a status thing," she says. That was probably as close as I'd ever get.

"Do I get to tie her up? Do I get to use the whip while you go down on each other?"

She looks at me again, squinting to see if I'm serious. "I don't know. I think so. I'll have to ask her."

*****


I don't see Talia that often, maybe once a wek or every two weeks, and then it might be for a weekend or a couple of days during the week, or maybe just a night. She calls me when she needs to talk or she needs what I have to give her: words, understanding, passion, and pain. She doesn't like to go out very much because of the difference in our ages, but sometimes she does like it, exactly because of that. She'll dress herself up to look even younger than she is, with short, little-girl skirts or a tank top and jeans and she'll hang all over me in public, pretending I'm her sugar daddy. She loves to fantasize that I'm corrupting her. When we go back to her place I have to spank her and stick my fingers in her pussy and her ass and make her suck me off with the kind of brutality she loves, holding her hair and lifting my ass off the sofa to bruise her lips and make her gag with my thick cock. She likes to see the come erupt from my prick and feel it shoot against her face. She still has a splash of freckles across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose and they really show when she gets aroused, and I love to see my ejaculate dripping down her childlike face, the pulse in her throat as we come down from our orgasms and turn back into ourselves.

As we sit in the car one night I tell her that the shadows of the streetlight through the trees are writing things on her body, things she won't be able to read for years to come, and when she does read them they'll tell her about things that are already over and done with. She likes that, but she doesn't quite understand it, so I grab her hair and pull her head back against the seat and I run my lips over her exposed throat, scraping her with my teeth. As soon as I take control of her, her nipples get hard as raisins and I twist them in my fingers before I put my hand down between her legs and push a finger into her shaved pussy. Aside from her wetness and the eager stiffness of her nipples it's hard to tell whether she's excited or not, but when my finger penetrates her she squeezes her eyes shut and grunts in masochistic pleasure.

"Go ahead," she moans, "finger fuck my cunt right here in the parking lot. Make me come on your hand. God, you're so dirty!"

That's what she says but she comes fast, panting and whining and lifting her hips entirely off the car seat to ram my hand inside her. She grabs my hand and digs her nails into my wrist and starts breathing really fast. I cover her mouth with my own and she bites my tongue just as I feel her tight little pussy clamp down on my fingers as she spills it.

"You little whore," I say. "Someday you'll be able to read that shadow writing and then maybe you'll understand. Until then you don't have a fucking clue."

*****


"Me and Blaine made out today at work," Talia tells me on the phone one night.

"Oh yeah? What did you do?"

"Not too much. We went into the stationary closet at lunch time when everybody's gone?" Her voice took on that teenage lilt where every statement's a question. "We just fooled around. We kissed and stuff. I think she's gay."

"You're not?"

I could hear her role her eyes. "Of course not. I'm bi if anything. But I mean really gay. I think she likes girls more than guys. She really wanted me to get her off, but she was wearing a skirt, and I didn't want to have to push it all up over her hips and everything, you know? I didn't want to get caught."

"The hell you didn't," I said.

"I didn't. Really. Someone could walk in."

Talia and Blaine both worked in a big building selling some new sort of phone system to small businesses. Her company had some new technology that everyone wanted, and all she had to do was sit in her office and take calls from buyers and rake in huge commissions. Things were going so well that there was a general party atmosphere at her office, with people taking long lunches and leaving early and still making tons of money.

"So you just kissed?" I asked her.

"We kissed, and she started humping my leg. I played with her titties. It was really hot. She really wants to do it with us. I'm going to invite her over."

"If she's so gay, what does she want with me?"

"Well she's not entirely gay," she said. Then she changed her tone and started to wheedle. "Please, Graden, please. I really want to do this."

"Why?" I asked her. "Just tell me why. I don't understand this, Talia."

"Oh, I don't know," she moaned in exasperation. "It's just that you're the only guy I know who's mature about sex. You're the only one who can tell me about this, about why I want to do this and about what it means. Please?"

"What about the plenty of guys who'd be happy to get the two of you in bed? Why not get one of them?" I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear her say it.

"You know: all the guys my age are so young. They don't know anything about anything. All they want to do is fuck you and get their rocks off. You're the only one who talks about it. You know: talks about what it means and everything. That's why I love you, Graden."

Hearing her say my name in the same paragraph as the word "love" was like hearing a chicken whistle. She could probably hear me smile on her end of the phone.

*****
Blaine comes over on a Thursday night while I'm sitting at Talia's big dining room table with tarot cards spread out all around me. The vertical blinds are open, and the city is all spread out outside. Talia doesn't believe in anything, but she loves tarot cards and loves for me to read them for her. She looks at the cards like a little girl, turning them this way and that and biting her thumb nail and worrying as I tell her what they mean.

Blaine is wearing some ugly pajama pants with a tank top and a sweatshirt over that. She has her brown hair in a ponytail and wears a Cleveland Browns hat, but for all her casual, any-old-thing look, she's wearing lip gloss and her eye makeup is freshly done.

Blaine's a lot more sociable and extroverted than Talia, but most of that is just her saleswoman persona. She smiles a lot and still has a trace of her Texas accent, and when she likes something you've said she scrunches her nose up at you. Talia told me that once and now it haunts me: every time she does it it kind of bothers me.

It's strange, because both Talia and I know why we're here, and Blaine of course knows as well, but we can't just take our clothes off and start cluster-fucking, so Blaine has a glass of red wine and asks me about the cards while Talia finishes what she's doing in the kitchen. I tell Blaine to shuffle the cards and pick one, and the one she picks is the Nine of Cups: Satiety, an excess of pleasure.

Talia came out of the kitchen and stood behind Blaine's chair. It's a big, modern dining room set with a smoked glass table, brand new, and the chairs have high backs. Talia leaned over and put her hands under Blaine's breasts and lifted them up.

"See, Gray," she said. "Didn't I tell you she had gorgeous tits?"

Blaine gave me a naughty little leer, her eyes twinkling. "Ooh, Talia!" she said, "You don't waste any time, do you girl?" She scrunched her nose up at me and stuck her tongue out suggestively.

I was surprised at Talia's boldness. She pulled Blaine's chair out from the table, and came around and sat on the arm of the chair, half in Blaine's lap. She certainly wasn't that easy and bold with me. She rarely started anything. She was more into teasing me into doing something to her, usually something rough where I'd pull her down or press her back against a wall, but now she sat on the arm of the chair and bent over and kissed Blaine open-mouthed. I could see their tongues working against each other from where I sat at the other side of the table, slowly shuffling the cards. It was very quiet except for Blaine's little amused moans and laughs as they kissed. She knew she was being naughty and she loved it. I wondered briefly if Blaine and I were supposed to fight for Talia, if that's what this was about.

But no, it didn't look like that at all. Talia broke the kiss and then looked at me. Her fingers were playing with Blaine's ear.

"What do you say, Gray?" she asked. "Are we on?"

"Yeah, Gray," Blaine added, "Are we on?"

The vertical blinds were wide open, and you could se the buildings across the way, see all the lights of the city all the way to the horizon.

"You want to leave the blinds open?" I asked them.

"Sure," Talia said. She looked at Blaine and added, "Gray says I took this apartment because of all the windows. He says I'd like to live in a city of glass where everyone would see me. He thinks I want everyone to see me when I fuck."

"Oooh," Blaine said, raising her eyebrows, "I like that. A city of glass where everyone knows everything about everyone else."

"But nobody knows what it means," Talia said. "That's what Graden says. He says we don't know what anything means. Isn't that right, Gray?"

Blaine scrunched up her nose at me. Talia reached down and pulled up Blaine's sweatshirt and tank top in one move and lifted them up over her tits. Blaine wasn't wearing a bra, and she did have beautiful breasts just like Talia had said: fat little melons instead of Talia's scoops of ice cream. Talia lowered her head and watched me out of the corner of her eye as she licked one of Blaine's nipples and the girl hissed in pleasure.

Obviously they were putting this show on for me, and it was having an effect. Blaine put her hands up and grabbed the back of the chair behind her head, lifting her breasts up for Talia, who really started making a big show of licking and sucking them, moaning and slurping and rolling her head. Blaine kept one eye on Talia's treatment of her tits and the other one on me to see how I was taking this.

"You like to watch, Graden?" Blaine asked. "Mmmm," she said, closing her eyes with a little shudder, "Her mouth is so good. Is that all you're going to do is watch?"

Talia snaked her tongue out and start tracing circles around Blaine's big nipples, and I realized I was supposed to be shocked. Poor girls: beautiful, desirable, at the peak of their sexual ripeness, but they lived in a world of expediency, a world of diminishing expectations, with no right and wrong, nothing to rebel against. There was nothing they could do to shock the boys their own age, so they had to come to me, someone older, someone who remembered when there were good girls and bad girls.

I stood up and both of them waited to see what I would do. I went around to the other side of the table where they were, and I pulled out another chair.

"Come here, Talia," I said, and she stopped what she was doing with Blaine and walked over.

She was still wearing her after-work grubbies: sweat pants and a tee shirt. She stood in front of me like a little girl while I tugged her pants down over her hips and made her step out of them. I rolled her panties down her smooth thighs and she put one hand on my shoulder for balance as she stepped out of them. Being naked in front of Blaine apparently didn't bother her at all.

"Arms up," I said, and Talia raised her arms over her head like a baby getting ready for a bath. I pulled her tee-shirt off and tossed it aside. She wore no bra: she was completely naked.

I sat down in the chair and pulled her over to me, made her stand there while I sucked her nipples into my mouth, first one then the other. I held her with one hand squeezing one of her buttocks, and with the other I pushed her thighs apart so I could work my finger against her. She stood there passively, not resisting. She wasn't as wet as she'd wanted me to think, but now, under the shame of being handled like this in front of Blaine, she began to lubricate.

It was my turn now to show off for Blaine. I wanted her to see how I handled Talia, how passive she was with me. Blaine watched as I sucked Talia's tits. I turned Talia around and gave her a sharp little smack on the ass. I saw Blaine's eyes widen with interest. Her shirt was still up and her nipples were starting to harden.

Both girls were passive, but that didn't surprise me, Talia was usually passive like this when I was with her, as if she were an observer to what I was doing to her. Sometimes she would even exclaim with surprise when I pushed her into some new and subservient position, murmuring "Oh Fuck!" or "Oh my God!" as if she couldn't believe I would do this to her, but she never objected. She only got hotter.

I stood up and pulled Talia over. "Sit in the chair," I said to her. "Put your legs over the arms. Blaine, get your clothes off. I'll be right back."

I went into Talia's bedroom where she kept the rope and her toys in her nightstand. I grabbed a handful of stuff along with the riding crop I used on her, and when I got back into the dining room, Blaine was standing naked next to the chair she'd been sitting in, her nipples pointing up to the corners of the ceiling. Blaine had a little strip of hair on her pussy but Talia was shaved clean. There was a twinkle of moisture visible between Blaine's thighs. With both their pussies exposed the two girls looked even younger than they were; almost juvenile. They stood there uncertainly, as if waiting to be punished.

I kicked my shoes off and came over to the table, pulled over another chair and sat down. I beckoned to Blaine and she came over, her hands clasped demurely over her naked crotch.

"You know what we do, me and Talia?" I asked her. "She tell you about it? The ropes and the whips? Is that what you want me to do with you too?"

"I don't know," she said. "I've never done that kind of stuff. I want to try though. Yeah, I guess so."

I reached out and grabbed her by the tit and pulled her over. She gasped and followed. What else could she do? Talia sat in the chair with her thighs over the legs, her pussy gaping at us. She was kind of zoned out but her chest was rising and falling as she watched me man-handle Blaine's boob. She was waiting to see what I would do with her friend.
"You guess so?" I asked. She was standing right in front of me. I pushed her thighs apart, nudging them with the handle of the crop. "You don't know what the fuck you want, do you?. Neither of you does: women, men, fucked, beaten, you have no idea. It's all the same to you."

Blaine put her hands on my shoulders to steady herself as I made her spread her legs farther. "Put your hands down," I told her. "You don't touch me unless I tell you to. You understand?"

She tried to laugh, but it didn't come out right. She was too excited. I spun her around and smacked her ass. I spread her cheeks apart and pressed my finger against her asshole and she grunted with surprise and so I slapped her ass again. She had a nice, high ass, firm and meaty. She just stood there and took it.

"Get down on your knees and eat Talia," I said. "Let me see you suck her pussy. Show me what a hot lesbian slut you are. You are gay, aren't you?"

"I don't know," she said. "I think I'm bi. I haven't been with any guys lately though."

I nodded. She didn't know what the hell she was.

There's a point when you play like this where the sub has to give up control. She either does what you say or she says no and the session's over. I was ready for some resistance from Blaine, but I didn't get it. She was already into it. She liked being told what to do. She got down on the rug and put her hands on the edge of Talia's chair. Talia looked down and swept her own hair out of her face and Blaine closed her eyes and put her tongue out, leaning forward. Talia gasped when Blaine made contact with her.

"A couple of little whores," I said as Blaine began to lick Talia's cunt. "A couple of little fuck lizards who want to be bad. That's what we've got here, isn't it?"

Maybe Blaine was gay but I didn't think so. What she was into was being bad, of trying to shock me and shock herself. She stuck her tongue out against Talia's pussy and twisted her head from side to side, licking her. She sucked on Talia and Talia watched her and whined with surprise and pleasure as her wet flesh slid through her friend's lips. I don't think she believed Blaine would do it either.

"Oh God!" Talia moaned. "Oh Blaine!" She put her hands down between her thighs and cupped Blaine's cheeks, and I tapped her arm with the crop.

"Uh-uh," I said. "No touching unless I say so."

I stood up and took a piece of rope and tied Talia's wrists together, then led the rope up over the back of the chair and down to the rung between the legs, where I tied it off, lifting Talia's hands over her head. Blaine's mouth was still on Talia's pussy but her eyes watched this with excitement. I took two more pieces of rope and lashed Talia's thighs to the arms of the chair, holding her open and helpless for Blaine. I was just in time too, because Talia's thighs were starting to shake with helpless pleasure. She's very sensitive about being eaten and sometimes it's just too much for her to stand. Or maybe it was the tying that made her tremble. She was spread wide and helpless now, just the way she liked, but this time it wasn't me with a whip in front of her, it was Blaine, naked on her knees, twisting her face around in the soaking swamp of Talia's cunt and moaning and slurping with pleasure.

It was a show for my benefit, I knew that much. If I hadn't been there the two of them would probably have sat around watching TV and eating popcorn; it was all the same to them. Not that they were faking it, but I knew that what was making them excited was doing it in front of me. Two gorgeous girls at the peak of their sexual prime with no idea of what to do with themselves. They needed this old man watching them to make themselves feel so wonderfully lewd and dirty, which is what they really wanted.

Blaine lifted her face from Talia's crotch and looked back at me over her shoulder. "I thought you were going to fuck us. Will you fuck me if I make her come?"

"I'll do what I damn well please," I said, fetching her a sharp little swat on the ass with the crop. She jumped, and a bright red welt sprang up on her naked ass. It's a real shock to be hit with a whip for the first time. It's not the pain so much as it is the indignity: the idea that someone's willing to do that to you: treat you like a slave, like an animal, that they're willing to hurt you for their own amusement. "You're going to show me what a hot little bitch you are, then I'll decide what to do with you."

I got down behind Blaine and pressed my hand against the back of her neck, shoving her face into Talia's pussy and making Talia squeal with shame and excitement.

Both of them wanted me to think that they were big, perverse, bi-sexual lovers, beyond shame and beyond right and wrong. Regular swingers. But I knew Talia, and I figured I knew Blaine pretty well, and I knew that their lesbian encounters had probably been no more than the usual kinds of things girls did when boys weren't around and they wanted to feel wicked and naughty: touching each other, maybe playing with each other's tits, pretending to kiss, pretending they were getting off. Well, this was different. I wanted the real thing. I wanted to see them involved. I wanted to see just how bad they really were.

I put Blaine's hands on the arms of the chair and made her hold onto the ropes that held Talia's thighs open. "Don't you let go no matter what I do, understand? And don't stop eating her, bitch."

She grunted, not daring to lift her face from Talia's pussy. Talia was red as a beet, her face clenched shut, biting her lip. Her belly was drawn tight and quivered with every whining breath as Blaine's head worked around between her legs. This was more than she'd expected. Talia wasn't bi. She did it only to shock, but Blaine's mouth had gotten to her, and she was about to lose it in the face of her first real lesbian experience, lose it in front of me. These girls thought they were bad, but they'd only been faking it: they'd never really been involved in their games. They were involved now, and they didn't know what to do with their excitement.

"Eat her, bitch!" I hissed, taking hold of Blaine's pony tail and pulling her head tight against Talia's crotch.. Talia's head rolled against the back of the chair. Her pouty lips opened but her moan of impending release choked in her throat. I raised the crop and brought it down on Blaine's ass, and Blaine squealed into Talia's cunt. I whipped her again, then again, then I dropped the whip and ran my fingers into her soaking quim, reaching deep into her hot sheath.

Now Talia began to pant. Seeing her friend get whipped was the last bit she needed to put her over the edge. Her toes pulled tight against her feet and the big cords on the insides of her thighs flexed as she tried to drive her cunt against Blaine's mouth. I let go of Blaine's hair and reached up and grabbed a hold of Talia's nipple and squeezed, adding a sweet spear of pain to her pleasure, and that did it.

I heard the familiar sobbing chant of her orgasm as she pulled against the ropes. Blaine squealed too as she felt Talia lose it into her mouth, and I grabbed Blaine's pony tail and pulled her off of Talia while Talia was still twitching.

"Get on the sofas and open your legs. Wait for me." I said to Blaine.

I pulled off my shirt and pants, stepped out of my shorts. I freed Talia's hands and left her sitting in the chair sobbing for breath, her legs still spread wide, her pussy still jumping and leaking a thin trail of juice.

The sofa faced the open window so Talia could enjoy the skyline, enjoy the view her money bought her. But now the window was like a big symbol of their secret desires revealed, and I just hoped that there were eyes and telescopes trained on that window so that all the city could see Blaine Hudson get fucked.

She was sitting on the couch, legs straight out in front of her, Talia's juice still smeared all over her face along with what remained of her carefully applied lipstick. Blaine seemed to be in a kind of trance, breathing deep, not moving. I got on my knees in front of her, took my big cock in my hand and lanced up inside of her.

"Oh! Oh my God!" she moaned, wrapping her legs and arms around me.

"Did I tell you to touch me?" I asked, flexing my cock inside of her for emphasis. "You're going to lay here like a little slut and get fucked, and that's all you're going to do. I'm not one of your little boyfriends. I'm not making love to you. I'm going to fuck you, hard and deep, and you're going to take it."

She put her legs down and grabbed onto the edge of the sofa cushions as I began to fuck her, stabbing her deep, wanting it to hurt. The little bitch wanted it that way too, and as I bruised her stuffed pussy I began to talk to her:

"You are a little whore aren't you? You love it dirty like this, love my big old man's cock inside you, all knobby and hard. Why aren't you with some of your boyfriends, Blaine? Why aren't you fucking one of them, huh? You know why? Because they don't make you feel dirty, do they? They don't make you feel like a hot little whore, and that's what you want to be, isn't it baby? A dirty little fuck slut, a filthy little whore."

She started whining as I said this, and she arched her back up off the couch, crushing her tits against me. I grabbed her round ass in both hands, got halfway up and rolled so I was sitting on the sofa, pulling her over in top of me so her knees were on the couch on either side of me.

"Bring me the whip, Talia!"

She had untied herself from the chair by now, and she came over with the riding crop. She stood there looking hurt, excluded from what we were doing, so I said, "Whip her ass. She doesn't even know how to fuck. Give her some incentive."

Blaine screamed as Talia hit her. Talia hit her a lot harder than I would have, and Blaine put her head down and started riding me fast, even though I knew it was hurting her. Talia hit her again, and again, and every time she whipped her, Blaine yelped and started pumping harder and harder on my cock.

"Oh God I can see your dick inside her pussy!" Talia said. "I can see you going in and out! Jesus is she wet! Blaine, you're soaking wet. I can see it oozing out of you!"

Blaine raised her head and uttered a strangled cry of shame and excitement. She was riding me hard, desperately, her big tits bouncing on her chest. Despite my warning she put her hands on my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin, but I let it go, not wanting to ruin her concentration at this point. She was bathed in fuck sweat and close to her own orgasm. I slapped her ass and sucked a nipple into my mouth, then put my teeth to it.

"Everyone can see you fucking me, " I said, releasing her tit and letting it bounce against my cheek as she rode me. "Everyone from here to the lake can look up here and see what a whore you are, Blaine. You're fucking famous. You and your hot cunt. Everyone can see."

Blaine threw her head back. She froze for a moment and trembled. She groaned like she was trying to force something out, her eyes shut tight, and then she came. She came with a loud, sudden, shriek, just like Talia had said, every muscle tensed. She screamed and then she screamed again: wild, snarling wild-cat screams.

Talia saw what was happening, and without thinking she threw herself on top of us, trying somehow to be part of Blaine's orgasm. her weight forced Blaine down on top of me, and I let myself go, let myself fountain up into Blaine's clenching pussy, shooting hot and deep into her dark secret insides.

*****


Look at these girls. They live in a land of eroding expectations: resources getting scarce, jobs disappearing, the future uncertain; a nation in which there are already subtle signs of decline and a vague sense of dissolution. They live in a world where everything is negotiable, even right and wrong, where price is everything and value is nothing. And in this world they try to make their way, try to find love and comfort and what meaning and fulfillment as they can.

This is the world ruled by the Moon, and as she heaves itself clear of the tangle of rooftops on the horizon-almost full tonight--I point her out to the two naked girls.

"There she is," I say. "The moon is all mystery. She is all that you want that you don't understand; the irrational voice inside us all. That's why she rules sex and love. If you can understand what you feel when you see her in the sky, then maybe you can understand why we do the things we do; your heart and desires."

Blaine ignores what I say, pressing her naked breasts against my back. Talia leans against me and sighs.

"I never could," I say. "I'm as much a mystery to myself as the moon ever was. But I can live with that now."

With that I lie Blaine down and cover her mouth with my own. I roll onto my back and Talia squats over my erect cock and impales herself with a soft moan of greedy satisfaction, and the moon rises above the city of glass.

I was afraid this might happen…….why couldn’t I just let it go? I created this prison long before they came along….I should never have opened my mouth, nor left so many trails behind……I miss my life, my friends, and my freedom…………Everyday I lose more control……everyday they learn more about me and use it to their advantage….they have mastered the art of seduction and betrayal……….I have really become a slave…….

It all started with my own hands…. I was sitting in front of the computer browsing through Female Domination websites, searching for a fix. I had an idea to start writing my own web page that would provide any woman Step by Step instructions to exploit a mans submissive fantasies. I was aroused the entire time that I typed. Before I knew it I was on my seventh page. I saved the document to my file folder, brought myself to an incredible orgasm, and went to sleep. About a week later I printed it out and read over it. It was then that I realized how dangerous the information could be if the wrong woman were to read it. It was a basic blueprint to my uncontrollable fantasy of female domination. I had held nothing back. I explained how deeply rooted and engraved these thoughts had become after the 15 or so years I thought about it. I explained in detail how I was mainly aroused by the thought of being lured into an inescapable trap or predicament by a deviant woman. I even explained how a woman could use her body to mesmerize and distract me from the logic of what she was doing. This was dangerous information, something that should be left within my head. So I immediately deleted it from my computer. However I decided to keep the print out so that I could use it to arouse myself when I jerked off. I kept it in between my mattress for safekeeping.

I had been sleeping with this girl Jane on and off for a few months. She was obsessed with me, but I had no interest in her further than sex. She was a legal assistant and a bit loony. I had convinced her to tie me up a time or two, but she never quite got into it or understood it. She wasn’t a supermodel either. She was skinny, with red hair, small tits and long seductive legs.

I was friends with another girl, Lauren that was 31 and modeled for various porn and fetish magazines. She was about 5’ 10” with blond hair and a curvatious, voluptuous all American kind of figure. We had been friends for a long time, however I was reluctant to ever tell her about my fantasies because she was such a close friend. On several occasions I had aided in putting her into bondage for some of her photo shoots. It wasn’t long before I was trying to convince her that we could get a camera and start our own web site. Maybe even get a digital camera for short streaming videos. She was very interested so we began to do some research. We convinced Jane to do some shots for armature sections in some magazines. Soon, Lauren was persuading me to do the same for a few fetish magazines so that we could make some fast cash. Jane and Lauren were becoming quite close since we were always together working on our new idea.

One night we had all gone out drinking and returned to my Apt. Lauren decided to go home, so Jane and I began to fool around. I was pretty drunk and horny and I was trying to get her to tie me up again. She wasn’t in the mood to play games so I decided to show her exactly how much control she has at her fingertips by showing her my entire paper. She read it while I was in the bathroom. When I came out, she was just sort of staring at the floor with the papers turned over beside her. I asked her if something was wrong. She looked up and assured me that nothing was wrong. At this point I just wanted to have sex. I thought maybe she thought I was weird or something. So I just had sex with her and went to bed.

In the morning I went out to the kitchen and found Lauren was already there with Jane eating breakfast. We gathered our film and cameras to go to Jane’s house. She had a nice two bedroom outside of the city. We did most of our shoots there since it was nicer than Laurens apartment or mine.

Once we arrived at her house, Lauren started to take out all of the fetish and bondage gear we had in the closet. Jane suggested that we do my shoots that day since I had been putting it off for so long. I tried to shrug it off again, but I was just out voted.

Lauren and Jane positioned me on the floor in the middle of the basement.

“ Do you have any Ideas?” Jane asked me. She exchanged a strange smile with Lauren.

I hesitated for a minute, realizing how awkward they had been towards me all morning. It seemed as if they were kind of ignoring me all morning. Every time I would walk into a room they would stop talking as if I had interrupted some private conversation. My heart started to race as I suddenly remembered showing Jane what I had written while I was drunk last night. In fact, I didn’t remember putting it away, nor did I see it on the table in the morning.

“ummm, I’m not sure” I said as I moved over to the couch. “ Maybe we could take some action pictures of me tying one of you two up.”

Jane nodded her head and went over to Lauren and whispered something into her ear. I still wasn’t convinced that Jane hadn’t said anything to Lauren or shown her, so I was hoping they would agree to my idea just incase.

Deep down inside, I could feel the excitement that was growing just thinking about the two of them dominating me…. But at the same time I was scared that they would actually start to enjoy it and keep me as a slave. Yeah, I thought about being a slave a lot, but I wasn’t sure if I could really go through with it.

Billions of “what ifs” were running through my head, yet I was becoming completely aroused. I looked up from my stare to see Lauren and Jane moving a coffee table to the center of the room. Once they had it in position, Jane began to set up the digital video camera on a Tri-pod. Lauren went up stairs. Now was my chance to ask Jane about the paper.

“umm Jane” I said in an embarrassed kind of voice. “You didn’t tell Lauren about the thing I wrote did you?”

She looked over at me and gave me a reassuring look. “ Awww, your so cute” she said. “ Did you think I had shown her? I guess that’s why you don’t want to be tied up for this. Most days you would jump at the opportunity. I thought something was up.”

“So you didn’t?” I asked again

“ Of coarse I didn’t tell her” she replied while getting the ropes, chains and other props out of the box on the floor. “I have never told her about any of the times I tied you to the bed have I?”

I shook my head “No, I guess I didn’t think about that. It was just that I shouldn’t have even shown you what I had written. I didn’t even remember that I showed you until a few minutes ago. I guess I was just freaked out. I apologize.” As far as I knew she wasn’t lying. So I began to help her set up.

A few minutes later, Lauren came down stairs in a little schoolgirl outfit with her hair in pigtails. I sort of laughed at myself. I guess I was still expecting her to come down in some dominatrix outfit. “I’m ready master,” she said with a giggle. “Your not going to hurt me are you?”

I felt relieved now that my secret was safe, but now I was mad that I had not chosen to be tied up. It would give me an experience that I could jerk off to later on that night, plus I would have pictures. “Wait, I’m sorry. I have another idea.” I blurted out. “Maybe I should be the one who gets tied up for these pictures. We always tie you up.”

“Make up your mind” Lauren said “I’m not going to change outfits all day”

“Well, maybe we could have you tie me up in that outfit first.” I suggested, “It might turn out good. Then we could do another set in a different outfit.”

Jane thought it was a good idea. She suggested that Lauren tie me down to the coffee table while she went upstairs to get dressed for the next set. She explained to us that the new digital video camera could just run while she was gone. Then we could go back later and captures stills off of it on the computer.

Lauren agreed so I walked over and sat on the coffee table. Jane set the camera to record while exchanging a big smile with Lauren. “Try to make him completely immobilized.” She said as she started to go upstairs. “Do you think she can Eric?”

“Probably not “ I replied “But I will act completely helpless for the pictures”

“Take off all your clothes and lay on your back” Lauren said with a smile. “I don’t get to say that often”

I sort of hesitated for a second.

“Its okay, you’ve seen me naked lots of times. Don’t be embarrassed.” Lauren said

I removed my clothes and laid down on the table. I felt her begin to wrap one of my ankles to one of the legs of the coffee table. “That’s a little tight,” I told her. She really was making it quite tight. She didn’t say anything so I sat up and looked down at her. “Hello, can you here me?” I said

“Don’t be a baby” she said “Its not like your going to be like this all day”

I just shook my head and laid back again. She proceeds to do the other leg the same way. Once she was finished she picked up some more rope and looked down at me. “I have a good Idea” she said, “This will make some great pictures.” She moved the camera to a new position then straddled the table and me so that she was facing my feet. She lifted up her skirt so that I could see her white cotton panties and sat right on my chest draping the back of her skirt over my face. “ Wow, you certainly responded well to that,” she said as she watched my dick harden.

I was in heaven. I could feel her wrapping the rope around my stomach and the table. I actually started to imagine that she had read my paper. Thinking of all the things she would do to me.

She stood up a minute later swung her leg over and looked down at me again. “I’m getting the feeling that you must like this a little,” she said. “Your dick is hard as a rock.”

“I think any guy would be turned on if some girl was sitting on his chest while his head was under her skirt.” I said.

She bent down to tie my wrist to the coffee table making quick work of both of them. “How’s that? She asked as she stood up. “Can you get out? I’ve never done this before.”

I tugged at the bonds and really tried to get out but I found that I could barley move at all. “Nope.” I responded, “You’re a natural. It’s a little too tight though.

“Deal with it” she said with a smile “This IS your fantasy right?”

I felt my heart jump in my chest. “What do you mean?” I asked

“Well Jane and I were eating breakfast this morning and I started reading your little paper you had written. You should have never let her see that you know. She is so infatuated with you that she would do anything to keep you around. Didn’t you know that?”

“It was just a thing I wrote for a web site” I said, “ It was fiction, your just fucking with me aren’t you?”

She started to laugh, “awww you look scared. Should I untie you?”

“ Yes, please, this has me a little freaked out.”

“Let’s wait until Jane comes back down. You can ask her to untie you. In fact, let me go get her.” She turned and went quickly upstairs laughing.

I felt for the first time complete and total terror. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. The worst part was that I didn’t have to be at work for another few days and nobody else knew where I was. I started to try franticly to get myself loose. After a few minutes I gave up. They left me down there for some time. I was beginning to go insane. Soon I heard both of them giggling as they came down the stairs.

“Eric, Eric, Eric…… You poor pathetic fool.” Jane said. “Of coarse I didn’t TELL Lauren, I let her read it for herself.” They walked over to me and stood on either side looking down. They were both dressed in Jeans and T-shirts. Lauren and I thought that it was time for you to live out your dreams. We could use a good slave anyway”

“This is a joke right” I blurted out “ You can’t really keep me forever”

Lauren bent down and picked up a ball gag that she had placed next to me. “If you truly believe that, why are you so scared? We have you now. You can’t escape and it’s about time we shut you up. OPEN UP!”

I tried to resist but Jane grabbed my balls and gave them a hard squeeze. I opened my mouth and Lauren put the gag on and locked it with a pad lock. “Get used to the way this gag feels, because you will be wearing one most of the time now.” She looked over at Jane and they both started to laugh hysterically.

“Look at the fear in his eyes.” Jane said, “His eyes will tell us everything we need to know. I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time.” Jane crouched down and looked into my eyes as she stroked my hair. Lauren crouched down as well shaking her head with a smirk on her face. Jane started to explain to me how long they have been planning for this. “You see Eric…..When you asked me to tie you up the first time I thought you were a bit strange but I figured I’d give it a try. I remember looking down at you after I was finished tying you down and feeling this incredible rush. I remember thinking of all kinds of things I could do to you. I loved the control.”

“She called me the next day to tell me” Lauren interrupted “ God, when was that? Almost a month ago I think. Anyway, she was so excited about what had happened that we started joking about how we could use this against you. When Jane came over that night we looked up some web sites that featured Women in Control and started to talk more seriously about trying to really make you our slave.”

“See Eric, we’ve been poking around at your house and on your computer for a few weeks now.” Anne said with a menacing smile on her face. “It didn’t take us long to figure out how pathetic you were. We found magazines, Videos, and printed stories from Internet sites. All of them were about men in situations much like the one your in right now. When you showed me that paper you wrote, I thought to myself this boy is SOOOO fucked and he doesn’t have a clue. Poor, poor, pathetic, slave.”

I felt a lump in my throat, my heart was racing and my stomach was saturated with that feeling you get as you start to go down the biggest drop of a roller coaster. When you think to yourself “I know I got on this ride and I can’t turn back but, Holy Shit! I hope I don’t die”.. I felt panic, adrenalin, desire and fear combine inside. They can’t be serious. And why is my dick HARD!

They started to feel all over my body, looking at each other and giggling. Lauren whispered something in Jane’s ear and they both nodded. They stood up and picked up some of there things. “Well, we’re going up stairs for the night. I hope you will be ok down here. Well, leave the light on so you don’t get too scared. Were also going to leave the camera on so we can monitor you from up stares. Did Jane tell you about our new web site?” I shook my head no. “Jane, you didn’t tell him?”

“I’m sorry. It must have slipped my mind. It’s called OurStupidSlave.com and you’re the star! Cyber Space is the only other place you will exist outside of this house until we completely destroy the man you were before you came into this basement. Your financial life, your personal life, and your mind are all going to get fucked. And you will still beg us to fuck you.” Jane said pretending to feel sorry for me. They both turned around and started up the stairs.

“Don’t go any where.” Lauren said as she turned around at the top laughing. “I’m sure your mind will do plenty of walking for you tonight.” Then she closed the door.

She was right; I could barely keep up with all of the thoughts and questions running through my head. It was maddening. The only thing that I was totally sure of was that I wanted to have my hands free to jerk off. I knew at that point just how powerless I was to my own sexual desires…If they really wanted to enslave me, they would succeed.

Todd were working a boring day at CW Post University. Todd, 32, short brown hair about 5'7" and just over 175lbs, was shooting students for the yearbook. The day was slow as most Monday's are at these schools. The only bright side to his job was all the hot co-eds who came in for photos once in awhile. Twenty minutes before the end of his day two beautiful women came in for pictures. Kristy, 21, with long platinum blonde hair and Katie, 21, with short black hair; both girls were seniors at the school and their mothers made sure they were going to get their pictures done.

After they finished the paperwork, Katie decided that she wanted to go first. Todd was gleaming from her wanted to cause Katie was 5'2" with great pair of 38DDD tits and a low cut top on. He loved that while posing her he could look down the top and see her massive chest. He finished with her pictures and now it was Kristy's turn. Kristy was a few inches shorter than Katie and only had 34C's. Kristy's attire was more wholesome with a button down blouse that only showed skin when she breathed in and was turned to the side. While posing Kristy she started getting flushed and slightly turned on by the way Todd told her to move around. After some playful flirtation and some glances at Todd's ass; Kristy told Todd she would love to see how well he could command her later. Todd was surprised at how this innocent looking girl could be so forward, but he thought what the hell and told her to meet him at his hotel down the road. Todd finished his daily end of the day check list and went back to the hotel. He stopped by a lingerie store in case Kristy did come over and grabbed two outfits and a few toys.

A few hours later he got a knock at the door and was surprised and glad Kristy had actually shown up. Kristy told him that she had got so horny while he told her what to do earlier in the day and got even hornier thinking about what could happen later that she had to come over. Todd was up for the challenge to domineer this sweet girl. This first thing he told her to do was to relax and remove her clothes. Then he made her dress in a baby blue corset with matching thong, garter and elbow length gloves. She looked so angelic in the outfit which turned him on even more thinking of what he would command her to do.

The first thing that he did was sit at the table and told her to call for a pizza. When the food arrived he next commanded her to answer the door dressed in the corset. When she did the driver's jaw dropped. Todd told her to pull the top down, grab the driver's face and stick his face between her tits. Kristy obeyed and felt her pussy getting wetter. The driver forgot to collect the money for the food and left with a smile on his face. Kristy brought the pizza over to the table. Then he told her that she was to feed him the pizza and if he had to wait for a slice she would be spanked once for each second he had to wait. Once he was done she was allowed to eat. This made her hornier.

Todd told her she reminded him of a cute puppy. So he had her put her hair into pigtail and then had her get on her knees. He told her "now we are going to do some puppy play." He put a collar around her neck and hooked a chain to it. Next he removed her thong, which was soaked beyond belief. He lubed up her ass and a fur-tailed butt plug. Todd told her that for the next hour she was only allowed to bark and yelp, no talking. She did as she was told and he made her walk around on her hands and knees. He asked his new "puppy" if she would like to kiss him. Kristy jumped onto his lap and started kissing him but due to her breaking character he slapped her ass once and said puppies don't use their lips, only tongue as they kiss. She then licked his face and moved down. She licked his chest and each nipple like an excited dog. Then moved farther down as Todd removed his pants. She knew if she broke character again she would be punished so she only licked up and down his cock. Todd decided to reward her for her good job by moving behind her and fucked her doggie style. She came instantly when she felt him enter her with the plug still in. Then he started pulling on the chain as he fucked her. When she started howling he fucked her harder and bit her on the back and shoulders. He removed the plug which made her cum again.

Todd wanted to show her more ways he could domineer her, so he walked her to the doorway between the main room and the bathroom. He bound her hands up and made her stand spread eagle. He walked over to her purse and grabbed her phone. Todd looked on the phone for Katie's number. When he found the number he asked Katie if she could help him with a photo shoot; she agreed and came over to his hotel. When Katie arrived she saw Kristy chained up and had mixed emotions about being there, but due to her attraction for Kristy and seeing "Lil Miss Innocent" chained up, Katie started getting turned on. Katie asked Todd what she was to do. Todd told her to strip and gave her a leather Corset that was tight on her and caused her tits to overflow over the top and a strap on so she could have her way with Kristy. Todd then pulled out some whips and paddles and told Katie to pick her weapon of choice. She grabbed a cat o' nine tails and he grabbed a wooden paddle. Todd and Katie took turns paddling and whipping Kristy till they seen cum dripping down Kristy's leg.

Katie was instructed to untie her and Todd carried Kristy to the bed. Katie wanted to feel Kristy's tongue in her so she grabbed the small chain and forced Kristy's mouth onto Katie's pussy. Kristy started kissing it but as she got into the taste she went deeper with her tongue and also treated the strap on as a dick and blew Katie. Katie enjoyed making Kristy eat her pussy. She would grab the back of Kristy's head and grind her pussy on her face. Katie would also pull on the chain to make Kristy come up to suck her tits, twice Katie had to whip Kristy for not coming up to her tits. Katie shoved her tits into Kristy's face and made Kristy push her tits together so Katie could fuck them. Katie then mounted Kristy to fuck her. While she was on top she would make Kristy suck her tits till Katie came. Katie loved domineering her as much as Kristy loved being domineered.

Todd had the girls flip over so Kristy was riding Katie's fake dick. He then leaned Kristy over so the girls can kiss more and entered Kristy's pussy with his cock. Kristy never felt so full in her life and she came. Todd then pulled out and shoved his cock into her ass which caused Kristy to cum again. He fucked her ass for a bit then realized he has yet to fuck Katie or her tits. So he pulled out and walked over to Kristy's mouth and made her clean his dick off. Todd had Katie remove the strap on and give it to Kristy. Kristy was told to return the favor and fuck Katie while he fucks her tits. Having those massive tits around his cock felt great and Katie enjoyed it and asked for him to cum on her tits. But it wasn't time for that. Todd had Katie get on her hands and knees and told Kristy to present the strap for Katie to suck while he fucks her. Todd loved how her pussy felt and how he could control how well she sucked Kristy's fake cock by holding Katie's hair. While Katie was blowing Kristy she also was fingering Kristy's pussy and ass. The two girls came together. Todd told the two girls to suck his dick together so he could feel them kiss over his dick.

While Katie sucked the head Kristy was focused on sucking his balls. Then as Kristy would lick and stroke his cock Katie would suck his balls. This continued for a few minutes till Todd had to cum. While Katie was deep throating him he had the girls sit cheek to cheek. Then as he was close to cumming he pulled out came on Katie's face and tits and in her mouth a little. Todd told Kristy to lick her face and tits clean but not to swallow. Once Kristy was done he had her swap the cum with Katie but only a little so they both can enjoy it. Todd then gave Katie the chain and said "you girls can have the outfits and toys and Katie I hope you enjoy your new slave girl." As Todd sat on the bed recovering from the two vixens, Katie dragged Kristy out of the door through the lobby while they were still in the corsets and Kristy carried their clothes.

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