began to slide it in a circular motion, pausing to place it between her pussy lips.

FRIDAY 11.48PM It was time for bed. Dita said she had to leave at 7.00 in the morning to catch her flight so they both made their way to their own rooms, chatting and giggling as they did so. In her room, Clare slid out of her clothes and slipped under her duvet, still wet from what had happened earlier. As she lay there under the glow of the bedside light, her mind kept wandering back to the sight of Dita coming in front of her. The fact they had chatted for some time, swapping stories about their sex lives, laughing as they went and idly touching themselves had only made matters worse. She was sopping wet, her pussy was throbbing and needed to be touched. She pulled back the duvet, spread her legs and slipped a hand down to her clit, rubbing it slowly and gently in a circular motion. Her eyes were closed but her imagination was running wild as she imagined Dita playing with herself not 10 yards away. Clare ran a finger between her lips and into her pussy, marveling at how wet she was, before returning to a slow deliberate work out on her clit. It felt so good and quickly felt that familiar and gorgeous feeling building up in her groin as her orgasm began. A sudden noise interrupted her pleasue. Clare opened her eyes and saw Dita stood at the bottom of the bed naked, her right hand between her legs stroking her clit, her left squeezing her small breast. “Stay like that,” said Dita as she stopped her own movement and walked round the side of Clare’s bed. Dita grabbbed Clare’s juice covered hand and raised it to her nose, breathing in her female scent. Dita then moved towards Clare’s robe and grabbed the belt. She took Clare’s left hand and tied it to the bed. She then grabbed a belt from the floor and managed to do the same with Clare’s right hand. Clare was slightly disconcerted but the frustration in her pussy had taken over at the thought of the relief she was now expecting from Dita. She watched in amazement as Dita climbed on to the bed facing the wall and straddled her face, placing her glistening pussy right over Clare’s mouth. Oh how Clare wanted to lick it and suck it but Dita was keeping it just out of reach. Clare could see it and smell it but that was all. Suddenly Dita reached back and ran a finger up between her pussy lips and gave her clit a gentle slap. Clare was in agony. That one touch had brought her almost to orgasm again. She was squirming on the bed, bringing her thighs together to try and come but it was to no avail. She looked up and saw Dita’s pussy staring at her. Dita had exposed her clit and was lowering herself down onto Clare’s mouth. As one pair of lips made contact with the others, Clare began to urgently lick and suck on Dita’s clit. Dita was squeezing her own breasts, rocking backwards and forwards on Clare’s face, reacting with gasps every time a tongue sank itself deeply into her pussy. She knew she would be coming soon as could could feel waves of pleasure beginning to take her over. Occasionally she would reach and slip a finger or two into Clare’s soaking pussy doing just enough to keep her on edge but never enough to make her come. That was for later and now she was going to make sure she came on Clare’s face. Clare had never licked a pussy before but was loving it. The intoxicating mixture of having her hands tied, constantly being on the edge of coming and Dita’s pussy on her face was simply the best thing she had experienced. Suddenly Dita began to press down harder, increasing the speed of her movements. Clare responded by licking and sucking quicker and harder. She knew Dita was about to come. Her stomach was tensing, her breathing louder and raspier and her thighs had begun to shake. “Oh God, oh God. Yes, yes,” cried Dita as she began to come. As the orgasm smashed though her body, she kelt out a long groan and doubled up quickly before arching her back and letting out a long moan before collapsing on Clare, twitching with each shockwave. Clare wanted to hold her but couldn’t. Her hands were tied. She was also desperate to come. She couldn’t for the same reason. She also thought Dita would return the favor. She didn’t. She also thought Dita might untie her to let her finish herself off. She didn’t. Instead Dita slowly got off the bed and walked out of the bedroom. Clare couldn’t believe it. She was lying there with Dita’s juices smeared all over her face, tied to the bed and inches from her own release, her own juices running down the insides of her thighs. SATURDAY 12.41 AM After what seemed like an age, Dita reappeared with something in her hand. Shit it was her own electric toothbrush. The grin on Dita’s face was massive as she switched it on and climbed between Clare’s legs. Clare knew what coming although she had never experienced any form of vibrator at all and the thought nearly sent her over the edge. She looked up to see Dita kneeling before her, pinching her own nipples and lowering the buzzing toothbrush downwards but not to Clare. She moved the makeshift sex toy down to her her own pussy and ran it over her clit a few times sighing loudly each time it made contact with her clit. Clare was livid, horny and now pleading with Dita to make her come calling her a bitch and a cow. As if by magic Dita placed the non-bristle part of the head on Clare’s clit and began to slide it in a circular motion, pausing to place it between her pussy lips. For Clare it was heaven, feeling that light buzz all around her pussy bringing her closer and closer to what was going to be a massive orgasm. Suddenly Dita reached out and thrust two fingers deep into Clare’s pussy and began to finger fuck her at the same time as the buzzes reverberated though her clit. She could hear the sloshing noises her pussy was making as Dita fucked her. She could also feel the beginning of that long awaited orgasm. The wave of pleasure just took over as she began to call out Dita's name. Her hip began to buck, her stomach muscles tensed and her pussy gripped Dita’s fingers. Suddenly it crashed through her as she tensed and rocked as as wave after wave hit before letting out a long, long moan and collapsing back on the bed, eyes closed and gasping for breath. As Clare slowly recovered, Dita reached up, untied her and gently kissed her on the mouth, whispering “I love you and I needed that” as she left for her own bed. Clare couldn’t believe what had just happened. It was amazing and she just lay there, covered in Dita’s juices, her own juices and her sweat wondering what it all meant before falling asleep. SATURDAY 6.32 AM Clare was awoken by Dita with a cup of tea and some Marmite on toast, dressed in her work clothes. “Morning sweetie. I thought you could do with this,” said Dita. “My taxi is waiting but I wanted to thank you for a fantastic night. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard and I’m sorry about teasing you. Well, I’m not really because it was so horny watching you squirm.” “I loved it too you bitch,” giggled Clare. “There were a few firsts for me and they were gorgeous. Go, go, go otherwise you know what might happen. It’ll be my turn to strap you down.” With that Dita kissed Clare gently and marched out of the room. Clare finished the breakfast and just fell asleep. SATURDAY 7.32 AM Clare was awoken by a text on her phone from Dita. It was a picture of Dita’s pussy and a message which said “Just for U XXXX”

Her fingers pressed around the flesh of my waist as she sucked my clit into her hungry mouth.

 I invited my friend Michelle over before my next class with Miss Morgan. I wanted her to braid my hair to make me look cute for my professor. We shot the breeze while she worked my hair into a long braid. She was being quieter than usually, which made me a little uneasy. I still had not told her about my new relationship with my professor, but I wasn't so naive to think people don't gossip.  “Is something wrong?” I asked her as her hand pulled my hair into ropes. “Nothing. I just heard something,” she said meekly. “Heard what?” I asked frightfully. I turned a little pale because I just knew she found out somehow. Michelle is never this timid. “Did you kiss your teacher that night we went out for sushi?” She blurted out. “Oh my God,” I cried, I felt embarrassed. I hated to keep secrets from my best friend as well. My heart started to pound against my chest. “You were! Oh my God, I don't believe it,” she said as she stopped braiding my hair. “I was going to tell you, I just didn't want people to find out,” I replied. She started to braid my hair again like the good friend that she is. “You know you can trust me Kim, I just had no idea that you were... like that!” “I'm not a lesbian. It was just so random, that night. I didn't know she was going to kiss me,” I whined. I nervously twitched my fingers, wondering how she found out. “What did you do when she kissed you?” Michelle asked. I groaned. “I slept with her, you don't even know. The sex was sooo good,” I said, defending myself some. “You had sex with her?” She gasped. “She came onto me, she was incredible. I've never had orgasms like that before,” I told her as she finished my braid. “I can't believe you're a lesbian, you always dated guys,” she said. “You can't tell ANYONE, please,” I begged her. “I won't, you just promise to tell me next time you do something like this,” she answered. I told her I needed to take a shower so she would get out of my apartment. It felt good to tell someone about my relationship with my professor, but I still feared the backlash of people's gossip. I dressed up cute for Miss Morgan's class. I wore khaki shorts and a lavender tank top. I painted my nails to my top. Looking good for her empowered me, I felt a burning desire for her to accept me as her pet. I had a black wire necklace that fit tight around my neck. I hadn't worn it since high school , but I put it on to remind my lover of the collar she put on me. Instead of impressing her by studying and being a good student, I wanted to make her wet while she lectured the class. In the classroom, I watched her reaction when she noticed me. She glowed and gave me a sly little smile. This gave me trembles deep inside me. I stared at her dreamily as she began to pass back some homework. She was wearing a conservative pantsuit that day. Her body exuded femininity and confidence. Her heels lifted her strong legs, giving her a look of authority. I gazed up her legs, thinking about the warm tunnel concealed underneath her outfit. I wondered if my cute look was making her wet at all. I know I was shuddering deep within myself. She came to me last, and as she walked away I felt her hand touch the top of my head. I felt the electricity from her hand run through my body. I flipped to the last page of my homework assignment, expecting to find another heart drawn by my professor. Instead of a heart, I found a little pair of handcuffs that she drew. I squealed quietly, thinking about our last night together. I never had a boyfriend who did anything special for me like write love letter. So getting little signs of love from Miss Morgan made me feel very special. She stood in her heels in front of the class and began to lecture. I listened to her sweet, yet commanding voice as my mind wandered. I wanted to know who saw Miss Morgan and I kissing in the park that night. Someone had to have been pretty nosy to see us. It was dark and we only kissed a couple of times before we left. I was nervous about the gossip. I started to get a little pale as I worried. I didn't think Miss Morgan would get fired for having a relationship with me, but I knew it would not make her look very professional. Second, I was terrified that people would think I was a slut. Having such a forbidden relationship was very attractive though. It was like a Romeo and Juliet story, where our love and passion were strengthened by the taboo nature of our relationship. I waited anxiously for everyone to leave after the class ended. She beamed a smile at me as I approached her. She took my hand and squeezed it with her delicate fingers. I shuddered all over, feeling her firm grasp. “Nice necklace,” she said, looking at the tight black wire around my neck. “Thank you, you look great” I replied, feeling her release her grip on my hand. “I have to grade some tests up in my office, do you have time to come up with me?” She asked. “Yeah, I'd love to,” I answered. She took me up to her office where we locked ourselves inside together. I was dying to kiss her. She embraced me, pulling her arms around my waist. I put my arms around her neck and felt our breasts push together. Our tongues fought each other quickly in our mouths as we hugged tighter. I felt the soft flesh of her breasts flatten against mine. Her mouth had a sweet minty taste as if she sucked on peppermint candy. I kissed her mouth lovingly, wanting to taste her saliva. After we broke our kiss regretfully, Miss Morgan sat in her chair, brushing her short lustrous black hair back. I was about to sit in the other chair when I saw her pat her lap and grin at me. “Come sit, you can help me grade these quizzes,” she said with a smile. “Sure,” I replied, laughing some as I carefully sat down on her lap. She scooted the chair up and divided the stack of tests into two piles, one for me and one for her. She placed the answer key in the middle, and since they were multiple choice questions they would be pretty easy to grade. She felt so warm as she put her arms around me to start grading. I got comfortable in her lap, sitting between her arms, as I started to grade the tests. She flicked her pen quickly over the sheets, but I went slowly because I did not want to leave the comfort of her lap. We made a great team. When she finished up with her stack of tests she put her pen down and started to rub my back. I sighed, slowly grading my stack. I felt her fingers tracing up and down my back sensuously. Then she held my braid and tugged it a little. “Nice braid,” she remarked. “You like it?” I smiled and laughed, feeling it swing it against my head. “It's sexy,” she said, making me tremble from her approval. I squirmed in her warm lap, feeling her exercise that power of domination over me. I finished grading the last quiz as she rubbed my sides. “Go get my handbag, sweetie,” she commanded. I reluctantly left her comfy lap and retrieved her handbag. She rummaged through it and pulled out a red rubber ball with straps around it. My eyes grew wide, seeing the ball gag, yet another object of submission. I trembled and opened my mouth obediently, feeling her pull the straps over my head. She gently pushed the ball into my mouth, gagging me. I mumbled excitedly while she adjusted it comfortably. “Mmmf,” I whined, a lust-filled submissiveness overtook me. “I can't have you being too loud in here pet,” she grinned. I nodded, feeling hot about making love in her office. I knew there people would be walking past the door, unaware of what we were doing. She put her hands under my arms and lifted me onto her desk. I was surprised her thin arms possessed so much strength. She took the bottom of my t-shirt and lifted it over my tummy. I lifted my arm obediently, letting her strip my shirt off. I shuddered as she undid my bra and threw them both underneath her desk. My nipples were sensitive to the cool air in her office. Her hands cupped my tender breasts, lifting and separating them. I moaned as she spread her fingers apart and pressed them into my flesh. “Ummf,” I groaned, well muffled by the gag. She held my breasts and leaned to my face to kiss my hot cheeks. Her soft lips left traces of moisture and she planted numerous loving kisses on my face. I put my hands on her sides, feeling her warm breath on my nipples. She clamped her fingers around the buds and blew on my breasts, causing me grow wet between my legs. I closed my eyes as she tweaked my nipples and began to kiss my bare breasts. My insides were getting heavily soaked. “Umm,” I sighed. Without the gag I would have been too loud to experience this pleasure in her office. But the little ball in my mouth allowed us to have some fun. I thought about the people walking past the door as the gripped my waist and began kissing my neck. I tilted my head back, feeling those sweet kissed leave wet spots on my skin. Her kisses trailed down to my breasts again. I tucked my hands in her shiny black hair as her tongue began to flick over my hard nipples. I ran my fingers through her hair as her sucking produced several noticeable shudders from within me. “Try and be quiet for me, okay?” She begged. I nodded, seeing a little fear and hesitation in her deep brown eyes. I was too greedy to let her stop though. I needed her attention. I lifted my legs slightly as she unbuttoned my shorts. I felt her fingers working my buttons, wanting to reveal that crucial wet spot concealed underneath. She grabbed onto my shorts and underwear and tugged them to my knees. I lifted my legs more and gave her the leverage to slide my clothes off of my ankles. She tossed them under her desk as I say there naked and quivering. Soon my wetness would appear on her desk. “Erm,” I moaned as her soft hands parted my thighs. I felt her stroke the sensitive area of my inner thighs. I pushed my legs apart wider, resting my hands on her shoulders. I squealed underneath the gag, her teasing touches were driving me wild. She ran her hands up and down my legs, making my pussy tremble as she got closer. “You are so gorgeous,” she whispered lovingly. I smiled behind the gag as she spread my labia with her thumbs. My wetness made me slippery, but she managed to tease her thumbs around my precious sex. I sighed deeply, feeling those digits penetrate my tight ring at the same time, pulling on the hole that guarded my sanctuary. I stared at the picture hanging behind my lover. It was one of a nude woman with long golden hair. She slightly resembled myself. I looked at the symmetrical dip in her back, trailing toward a lifted butt. The unknown subject of the picture crossed her arms over her large breasts, her head tilted to the side to reveal a slight smile. I thought I should take a picture like that for Miss Morgan to hang in her office. As I daydreamed I felt Miss Morgan's thumbs separating my walls deeply. She leaned her face closer and blew gently on my pussy. “Mmmgg,” I moaned as her hot breath cascaded around my sensitive sex. I was on cloud nine. Her index finger penetrated me, wriggling into my warm tunnel. I clamped her head between my thighs as she started to lap her tongue over my clit. It darted so quickly against my button, making me shudder. I squeezed her head tightly as my juices gushed. “Errmmff!” I groaned as her tongue wiggled like a worm into my hole. She grabbed my waist and worked her fat tongue in and out of me. I shuddered, feeling an intense wave of pleasure, intensified by the gag in my mouth. All of my sounds were muffled. Her fingers pressed around the flesh of my waist as she sucked my clit into her hungry mouth. I was so close to bursting when a knock interrupted us. My heart pounded, feeling very scared all of a sudden. I looked at Miss Morgan who lifted me off of her desk and pushed my head down underneath it until I was hidden from view. “Just a minute,” Miss Morgan said. I trembled, wondering why she was answering the door. I wished she would have just been quiet. My body ached on the brink of satisfaction. Miss Morgan opened the door as I curled up trying to be quiet. I prayed she had wiped her desk and her lips clean. “Sit down,” she told the student. I thought for sure we were caught. Her office must have reeked of sex. “I just wanted to pick up my essay,” the girl said meekly. I could sense in her voice that she sensed something unusual. “Yes, sorry it took me so long, I've been very busy this week,” Miss Morgan replied. I knew she was busy because of me. I smiled, watching her sit down in the chair and searched for the essay. I felt her heels poking me as she pulled the essay out of her handbag. She gave me a squeeze with her legs, as if to make me squeal. “Let me know if you have any questions,” she said, squeezing me again with those athletic legs. I looked up her skirt, grinning at how funny it was to be hiding under her desk. The girl left in a hurry, probably freak out by Miss Morgan's behavior. I sighed when my lover locked the door again.  “You can come out now,” she teased. I crawled out and let Miss Morgan remove the gag from my mouth. “My God, I didn't think you were going to open the door!” I yelled. “Did that scare you?” She grinned. She began to rub my arms gently. “You wanted to scare me, huh?” I whimpered, pushing my face between her warm breasts. She cupped her hands around my head and held me close to her beating heart. I locked my arms around her waist, my needs still unsatisfied. “I have to get ready for my next class,” she sighed reluctantly. “I know,” I whined, giving her a good squeeze before I retrieved my clothes from underneath her desk. “Tonight?” She asked hopefully. “Of course,” I answered as I put my clothes on. We laughed at ourselves and shared a passionate kiss. “Call me, okay?” I sighed. I left her office, I'd have to wait to have my aching needs satisfied.

You want to be used tonight; you want to be fucked, filled, and defiled.

You walk into the kitchen and stand in the middle of the floor. I look up slowly and I see a black blindfold draped over your little finger, held out to me at chest level. You are smiling slightly waiting for me to acknowledge you. It takes several seconds for me to process what I am seeing and then I look at you, I smile and nod. Your smile widens and you say, "Give me 25 minutes!" and you are gone. 25 minutes, 1500 seconds, I busy myself cleaning the kitchen; I wander around picking up random items, moving them around. I look at the clock again. I am trying to be calm and patient, trying to suppress the passion mounting inside me. I know what you are doing upstairs, I have watched you prepare before, watched you prepare to taken. This, however, is a slightly different scenario, a different fantasy. 25 minutes, almost half an hour has passed, only 35 seconds remaining. I smile as I see the stairway light turn off. I know you are ready. I wait a bit longer, stretching the 25 minutes into 30, waiting as long as I can, wanting you to wonder, listening for my footsteps, your arousal increasing with each second I remain downstairs. I can't hold back any longer. I walk slowly upstairs; I see all the lights are off, the upstairs in pitch black. As I mount the top of the stairs I see a soft light glowing in the bedroom. I round the corner and am met with a vision straight from my wildest dreams. There is a single candle burning on the bedside table, casting just enough light to allow me to appreciate your loveliness. You are face down on the bed, totally naked, knees spread wide but tucked under you, your belly flat on your upper thighs. In this position the candle highlights your amazing round ass and your beautiful pussy. Your spread knees cause your ass cheeks to spread, drawing your pussy open. I approach slowly, no words will be spoken, no familiarity suggested. You are wearing the blindfold; your arms are out in front of you holding onto the other side of the bed. You want to be used tonight; you want to be fucked, filled, and defiled. You want an unknown and unseen cock in your ass and a stranger's come filling you. I can see your asshole clench involuntarily as you hear me approaching, I can see your pussy spasm slightly, juices already dripping down your leg and onto the sheets. I noticed the light silver chain across your back and know you have applied both nipple clamps. A bottle of lube sits beside the candle. I slowly remove my clothes and position myself behind you; I bend down and extend my tongue, flicking your little rose bud. It clenches again and I hear you gasp. I lick around and around, slowly probing into your ass, your musky taste filling me. The heat from your pussy is building; the wetness is flowing freely as you become more and more aroused. I will only stimulate your asshole tonight; no other part of your body will feel my touch. I push my tongue deeper into you, fucking your ass with my tongue. I can hear your gasps and feel your breathing become rapid and shallow. I lube up my hand, making sure my fingers are covered. I stand up and touch your ass now, rubbing around the edges, circling left then right, pushing and probing. I now push my finger slowly into your ass. As deep as I can, slow, slow, allowing you to adjust to the size. Removing it entirely I rub around the edge again and back inside. I am fucking you with one finger, slowly and deeply. I push a second finger into you. You cry out and push back against me. The time of the slow build is gone. I fuck you with two fingers, deep, very deep the way you like. Now I add a third as you buck against me. Your grunts come each time you push back against my hand, trying to get my fingers even deeper inside. I wonder how long you can go like this without coming but I know what you are waiting for. I remove my fingers and your ass clenches rapidly, searching for something to fill it, something to stimulate it. I squeeze more lube into my hand and apply it to my hard cock. I take a few seconds to stroke myself, watching your ass clench and your pussy spasm. I move forward to position my cock against your tight little hole and I hear you gasp, knowing I am going to fuck you, wanting it inside, deep inside. I push slowly allowing your ass to stretch to accommodate my cock, I move my hand to the chain on your back, waiting. As the head of my cock pops into your ass you come, you always come immediately as I enter your ass. My cock is squeezed tightly as your orgasm overtakes you. I pull slowly on the chain. The nipple clamps pull slowly and painfully from your nipples as you scream out. The clamps snap as they slip off entirely and I push my cock all the way into your ass. You are still coming. I wait, my cock deep in your ass, for the spasms to subside. I start to move my cock around and you scream out, "Fuck me, oh god please fuck me!" I am slamming into your ass now, stroke after stroke, I know I will not last long but I try to hold out until I can feel your next orgasm approaching. Soon enough I hear you cry out, "I'm coming again!" I let myself go and fill your ass with come, stroke after stroke, and spurt after spurt I unload inside you. I pull out slowly now and watch your orgasm finish; your pussy gaping wide, juices dipping out. Your ass is still gaping, clenching rapidly, I can see my come dripping out and down your leg. Without a word I leave the bedroom. I go downstairs and have a quick shower. I walk slowly upstairs, the lights are on and you are in a cotton top and are reading a magazine. You look at me and say, "Where have you been? I asked you to come up after 25 minutes!" I smile, kiss you on the cheek, turn off my light and lie down, snuggled into the curve of your hip. I can smell the mixture of lube, pussy, come and sweat on you and know you are content.

I said I will show you my vagina if you show me your cock.

I was with a freind we were walking home from school and somehow ventured off of our path. He had to use the bathroom so he went in the bushes. He told me not to look. I asked why? He said cause he didn t want me to see his cock. I said why again? He remained silent. I said I will show you my vagina if you show me your cock. He turned around and showed me it. I wanted to feel it so i did. I then unzippered my jeans and pulled down my panties a bit. He looked at my cunt and then rubbed it. We were so hot and horny that he automatically put in side of me. Once he popped my cherry he fucked me extremely fast. It hurt a bit but was very pleasurable and erotic. After we finished with intercourse he asked me to suck him off. I didn t know if i wanted to but got on my knees and sucked it. I actually liked the feeling of his cock on my tongue and near my throat. It was i day will never forget. It was one of the most erotic times i have experienced. We still have casual sex every now and then. I like the cock-sucking more now cause of the feeling of his cumshot in my mouth and on my face.

He poured oil in his hands, and touched my boobs

Hi readers, thank you for your awesome response. After a long time here is my story of first fuck. As continued from my previous stories, my bro was frustrating with his dick and without sex. Please read my previous posts before reading this. After the cello tape punishment my bro presented a gold chain with a locket. It is meant to wear in neck but he asked me to wear in hip. Yes I wore it around my hip with the locket just above my pussy. Exams came and went by. We did it very well. Holiday started. On the first day we went to film in the evening. It was an English movie with love scenes. I was hot. He massaged my boobs there in theater and made my juices flowing from pussy. After film we had dinner at hotel and came home late night. We went to bed room and we started undressing. We both went to bathroom, pissed and came back to bed. I lay down. My brother applied oil in his hands and started his job. Ya started massaging my boobs. I was in ecstasy and finally I cum and slept in exhausting. Morning when I woke up it was 10.00a.m and my parents were out to office. My brother was packing things. I knew why? We are going to our grand pa’s village in the foot hills of Western Ghats. I let him take my dresses as he is ingenious in planning trips. We took train in the evening and we reached the village in the early morning. Our village is a sort of heaven. My grand pa is alone after my granny has passed away. He is the landlord of the village. Our house is the largest in the village. Behind our house there is a small forest and a pond on the other side with an abutment in between. If we walk fifteen through the abutment, we can reach our farms, coconut, sugarcane and plantations. Canal from nearby dam will also go through our canal ending in pond. Elephant migrations into farms were common and they destroy whatever on their way. So In the village, guys of our age has moved towards cities in search of work and middle aged men will go to nearby town for work in early morning. So I knew it is going to exciting. I made all my plans to fuck my bro these holidays. The day we arrived we were tired so my grand pa asked us to take rest. In our house also we were alone. One servant will cook food and go in the morning. We bathed in the backyard, there was space on open but we bathed in the bathroom to be conscious. Evening I wore a half saree and with my bro went to nearby town temple. We came home, and changed to casuals. I wore a shorts and t shirt and went to have a chat with my grand pa. He was not wearing his specs that time, I thought he mistook me as my bro from my shorts and t shirt and talked about something and all. I planned for a trick using grand pa’s lack of eye sightless. Next day morning my brother went to pass his shit in the open backyard leaving me, I was angry on him because of thus. So I made him bath me. We took bath and went to our farms. In the farms grand pa was watching some game done by local people. In the game men were wearing only unties. A short piece of cotton cloth around their crotch tied to a string which in common in village. When my bro came they asked him to join them. After a little hesitation my bro joined them he too removed his clothes and wore only untie. It was really erotic for me. Juices started flowing through my cunt. In the mean time inspected a small hut build above the ground in our farm. The hut was built in such a way that elephants cants destroy it. With disturbing elephants you can watch them staying in the hut without getting hurt. I climbed into the hut using a ladder and it was untidy, but still it was good enough to stay for two people. When I came down, game was over and men were bathing in the canal. I went to my grand pa and asked permission to him to stay in that hut for a night. He immediately said no saying that elephants have become aggressive and are destroying anything and everything. I pleaded him for one night, that time workers came after bathing and recommended that I have grown up a lot and just one night so I could give a chance. Finally grand pa agreed on one condition that my bro should also stay with me. I readily accepted. That time my brother came to join us and he too accepted for staying. I wanted to stay that night but my grand pa said to stay next day after preparing. It was lunch my now, my grand pa and men were leaving. I said to grand pa that I will clean hut and come. My bro stayed back to help me. We went to canal to fetch some water to clean the hut. I became naked to save my clothes from getting dirty. I was doing as much I can to seduce my bro. in the hut I asked for a cloth to wipe the floor. The only cloth left was in my bro’s crouch. After a little arguing he pulled and gave it and to me. His dick fell down to my awful. I wiped floor moving my ass to and fro but nothing was working. After cleaning we went to canal. I washed his untie and washed myself in running water. I came out and started drying myself in open air. It is obviously wonderful to let the cold air on your naked body. It was awesome. I chatted to my bro about my grand pa, his managing skills even in this old age. I also said he can’t see without his specs. My bro disagreed on this. I betted on it to prove the matter. The bet is that my bro have to take me wherever he goes in the village. He agreed to it. I asked him to wear my top and pant. He said he can’t. At last I made him to agree that it is to prove my bet. I wore his unties only and started walking towards home. It was wonderful feeling to do so in an open environment. I put a cap to hide my hair, so that in a long view you can’t differentiate who are boy and girl. I went inside home and my grand pa asked me whether I came in untie ALL through the way. I dint speak, he turned to my bro and said as a sister did you let other girls to see your brother?… ha ha.. I won the bet. Next day in the morning my bro work me up and took me to woods for doing morning works. I and my bro sat opposite to each other pissed and shitted. We washed our ass in the pond and came back home. That day was a Saturday and my grand pa has called a special person to give my brother oil bath. My brother was given a good oil massage to him. He was covered only with a banyan leaf that time in his pennies only. I asked for an oil massage for myself. That man rejected that he don’t know to do for a girl. I said there is nothing special with a girl do as if for a boy. He saw my grand pa. Grand pa don’t know what to tell. I snatched this opportunity and said grand pa said do for me., do for me. Grand pa put a smile and went away. I went and sat before him. He removed my clothing except my bra and panties. I looked around and found three banyan leaves. I removed my remaining clothes placed leaves on my boobs and pussy. He started giving massage it was so nice that I felt sleepy. He managed to avoid all my sensitive parts. One wind blew and there gone my leaves. I was now nude. But by this time he finished his massage, so he thought of leaving for a second, but my 36DD boobs pulled him. He poured oil in his hands, and touched my boobs, sending a stroke through my body. I was in heaven. He put a finger inside my pussy and did sent a tingeing in my body.ah.. ah.. ahh… heaven.. I went to drowsiness.. he asked to stay like that for an hour and then to take bath in hot water. After an hour I took bath, I felt tired and went to sleep Evening came and me and my bro prepared to go to the hut in the farm. Grandpa told to go safely and come back at dawn. We started by six and reached hut in half an hour. We set things right. We lit up a lamp and sat. I changed to my usual birthday dress(nude), while my bro was wearing shorts. I went to the canal and took a dip. I asked my bro for a special massage. He said there is nothing special than the mud and moon. I was disappointed. I started playing with mud. And came to hut. My bro followed shortly. We had dinner and were chatting about coll. Bro took a handful of mud and mixed it with water, it became hard. He asked me to lay down. I did as he said. He mixed mud and water and started applying on my bare boobs. It gave kind of nice feeling. He slowly applied mud all over my door. Now I was wearing mud as my dress. He took a plantain stem and struck it in my pussy causing a hole . all other parts were closed. Soon I became dry. I was not able to move as mud became hard as a stone. I was struck. I asked him to break it. He said it’s a special mud and can’t be broken my hand. I said him to wash me in water. He took me to water but it became so hard that its inner side was not able to be penetrated by water. I knew it’s the correct situation. I asked him to pull it out from my opening, pussy. He started picking mud using his finger, it dint came. Then he took a stick and came. I shouted at him. He said he got nothing other than that to pick the mud of me. I said he got his weapon. He asked me what weapon. Smart yar I thought. Your pennies bro. he reluctantly pulled it out and pushed inside my pussy very little and tried to break the mud from inside. I said its not enough da push it inside and brake it. I meant my cherry and he did it. I was in extreme pleasure. Due to the strain, mud covering loosened and now my bro was all over me. We started enjoying. In the moon beneath the tree we dint had sex, we made love. sheer love. I slept like that only to see in the morning my bro sleeping besides with his worn out dick in my pussy. My long wait was over, its time to enjoy holidays. I will say our sex pleasures in the coming week guys. Due stay tuned.

We sat on the side of her bed. She took my glasses off and began to touch my breasts.

Technically I m still a virgin but this is a story of the first time I had sex with my girlfriend. She had been hinting that she was interested in having sex with me. We had phone sex a couple of times but this particular day my curiousity came true. She called me at work. We were talking and she told me she was horny. I told her there was nothing I could do for her and she replied that I should be so sure. We talked for a while and she agreed to pick me up. One the way to her house I couldn t believe that we were about to have sex. I was so nervous! We sat on the side of her bed. She took my glasses off and began to touch my breasts. I mirrored her movements. She told me to close my eyes and then she kissed me. We began to touch each other and then she went down on me. I didn t cum (although she said she did). I wasn t thrilled by my first sexual experience. Every since that day we ve been off and on lovers. She s even slid a vibrator inside my pussy but it hurt. Eventually I want to have sex with a man!

The Three of Us

The Three of Us, by Caroline Kingsley My lover and I have known each other for a while now, and have been talking of adding a third to our intimate party. We have both fantasized and discussed what we would want in a third and decided that it would be best to add a man over a woman. He was bi-curious and I always thought the idea of two guys together was very erotic. We discussed in detail what kind of things we would like to see take place and what kind of man we were looking for that could satisfy both of our needs. Once we had our checklist we started to put ads in local “Alternative Lifestyle” magazines and online. We interviewed several possible people, dismissed a lot of flakes, and finally found one we both seemed to connect with. We exchanged pictures, talked in length about our general likes and dislikes, our sexual preferences, and health clearances. He had never been with a man before, but was also curious and he had never been in a three-some. We’d decided to meet up at a little sports bar for a few drinks, just as a get to know you, and see how things went and if things felt right. My lover and I were the first to arrive, both of us were nervous, excited and a little scared. Even though we had exchanged pictures, we both found ourselves scanning the room questioning if he was already here and laughing at ourselves for feeling like we were in high school. We recognized him as soon as he walked in. We both sucked in a breath. He was beautiful in a youthful, lean athletic way. Hair a little long and finger combed, but it looked good. He was wearing faded jeans low on the hips but not showing boxers or butt crack, a navy blue tee shirt that was a little snug, but showed off his lean muscular body. My lover and I both smiled at each other and suddenly had high hopes. We waved him over to our table and after an introduction, an exchange of pleasantries and a few drinks we were all feeling very comfortable. We started talking more openly and relaxed. It felt like things were going very well so we decided to take things to the next level. Since we all three had been drinking we decided to take a taxi to the hotel. As we sat in the back, with me in the middle, I started kissing my lover. After a minute I pulled away and kissed our friend, knowing he could taste my lover on my tongue. I kept doing that, back and forth, exchanging and mixing the flavors of both men and giving them a little taste of each other until we reached the hotel. I noticed both men were soon sporting a nice bulge in their pants. The taxi driver had a hard time keeping his eyes on the road and kept watching us in his rear view mirror, I’m sure hoping to see more. We had booked a nice room at the Marriott downtown in advance and had more than one eyebrow raise at us as we stumbled into the hotel lobby giggling like teenagers, arms linked with me in the middle. My lover and I had stocked the room with condoms, lube (wishful thinking here), and more alcohol earlier in the day. When we got to the room we decided on another drink or 2 to calm nerves and set the mood. The lights were low, we were buzzed; it was time to start the festivities. I started by sitting on my lovers lap on one of the chairs and giving him a deep, passionate kiss that started him getting hard, and me getting wet. I made a show of it making sure our friend could see out tongues dancing together and thrusting in and out. We had made out for a few minutes when I looked at our new friend and could tell he was totally getting turned on watching us. I stood, held my hand out to him. Taking his hand in mine I walked him the few feet to the king size bed. We sat down and I started kissing him while undressing him. He was a great kisser long tongue and explored every corner of my mouth. My lover, who had finished undressing, moved to the bed and started to undress me too. Pretty soon we were all stretched out on the bed with me in the middle (lucky me. Well hell, it is MY story so I get the good stuff). Both my lover and out friend started to kiss and lick me all over, starting at the sensitive part of my neck nibbling and sucking gently, moving down until each one was sucking and kissing on a nipple. It was an incredible sensation to have two different mouths on me at the same time. Soon I had two hands stroking me between my legs. One was running his finger between my wet slit and one making circles around my now hard clit. I spread my legs to give them better access as they continued to stroke me and play. I realized I couldn’t tell who was doing what, but it felt so good I didn’t care. My hands started touching them everywhere, shoulders, smooth muscled chest, abs and lower. When I reached their cocks, I marveled in the differences. Both rock hard rods, both covered with silky smooth skin, One was thicker and not as long, the other longer and slightly curved, but I could easily fit my fist around it. Both men had a nicely trimmed nest of pubic hair with smooth testicles. My lover moved between my legs and started feasting on my now very juicy pussy. He knew by now just how I loved his oral talents and had me moaning in no time. Our friend was soaking up my noises with deep kisses while rolling my nipples between his fingers. I noticed our friend was pressed close to my side and his cock was gently thrusting against my thigh. When I looked down I could see that my lover was shyly stroking our friends cock with his fingertips. So lightly I’m not even sure our friend noticed. The sight was so hot it made me cum with my hips rocking off the bed. My lover slurped my juices up savoring the sweet tangy flavor of my cum. When I came back down from my orgasm he flipped me over on my stomach. My lover pulled my hips up until I was on my knees and I could feel him position himself behind me. I felt him grab my hips with both hands and fill me with his cock in one stroke. He almost had me cumming again and I could feel my inner muscles clinch against the rock hard invasion. I could tell he was about to lose control too and he just held himself deep in me, basking in the hot, wet glove that my pussy provided. Our friend moved to my head and rubbed his clock against my parted lips. I swiped the tip with my tongue and he slowly slipped his cock in my mouth. I moaned at the double penetration as we all started moving together. It didn’t take us long to find a rhythm and we were soon all grunting, moaning, and mumbling encouragements to each other. At some point my lover leaned over my back, covering me with his hot, sweat slicked chest. His face was close to mine and I eased my mouth off our friends cock and replaced it with my hand. I turned my head to give my lover a deep kiss, knowing he could taste our friend on my tongue. He swirled his tongue inside my mouth and over my lips taking our friends unique taste into his own mouth. We repeated this process over and over, me sucking for a few strokes, and sharing the taste in a kiss. I could tell our friend was loving it too by his little noises of satisfaction. Feeling quite bold I pulled my mouth off our friend and offered his cock to my lover. I rubbed the glistening head of our friends cock over my lover’s lips, coating them with pre cum and my own saliva. My lover looked into my eyes as if asking permission. I smiled letting him know I wanted this as much as him. We had talked about exploring his bi-curious nature together and we spoke of it briefly with our friend before we met up, but now that it was happening, my lover seemed almost unsure. I whispered to him to suck him deep and locked eyes with our friend. He licked the pre cum off his lips and you could see the want flowing between them. Our friend gently bumped his cock against my lover’s mouth giving a silent plea. With a groan my lover engulfed his cock almost to the hilt and with a suction that could almost draw blood, then he started pumping our friends cock in and out of his mouth. Our friend swore under his breath and started moving his hips faster. I had never seen anything so hot in my life. My lover matched his thrusting in my pussy with his sucking of our friend and we were soon all feeling our orgasm grip us. Our friend came first, grabbing my lovers head and shoving his cock as deep as he could take and shouting to the ceiling. I could hear my lover swallowing and that sent me over as my muscles milked my lover’s cock. He came last with a muted roar with our friends cock still in his mouth. We all collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied, heap and fell asleep instantly. I woke a few hours later feeling sticky and sweaty. Having been sandwiched between my hot blooded lovers I decided I needed a shower, no use in me smelling like a goat. As the hot spray relaxed my worked muscles I thought about what taken place tonight and how turned on it had made me. Just reliving it had me getting all warm and wet again. I came out of the bathroom, naked and with towel dried hair, my eyes roamed over the sight in front of me. My lover and our friend had moved closer to each other in their sleep with me gone, and were almost touching. I watched them and my heart clinched at the beautiful sight. Warmth was soon turning hot and tingly in between my thighs. As they started to stir, their cocks awoke too. They didn’t notice me standing there at first as they slowly opened their eyes and looked at each other. Their cocks were quite hard now and almost touching. My lover made the first move and leaned in to kiss our friend. Soon they were engaged in a battle of thrusting tongues and rubbing cocks. The sight of hips grinding against each other and cocks thrusting took my breath away. Our friend started to move down my lovers body, stopping to kiss and suck his nipples. I knew how much nipple play turned my lover on and I watched his breath turn to pants as he held our friends head in place. When both nipples were sufficiently wet and tight, our friend moved down further to suck my lovers cock. Just watching I could feel the juices start to drip down my legs. Watching them was the biggest turn on I’ve ever had. As our friend was sucking my lovers cock, he slipped one finger down past his balls to the sweet little pucker of his ass. I matched it by slipping a finger in-between my legs, rubbing the thick juice all around. Our friend started with a teasing swirl with his finger and as my lover gasped he slipped his finger in up to the first knuckle. My lover spread his legs at the invasion, silently inviting him for more. With a smile, our friend started to pump his finger in and out and soon added another. My lover started mumbling, arched his back and came with a shout. Our friend swallowed his cum and slowly and gently milked his cock until he was almost limp and rung out. Our friend climbed up my lover’s body and kissed him deep, sharing my lovers flavor with him as I had done so many times before. Our friend asked if he would like him to fuck him in the ass and with a glassy eyed nod he reached for the lube and a condom. He motioned for me to join in. As our friend prepared himself and my lover I moved closer to the bed. There was no way I was not going to get a close up of this. My lover was still on his back, but moved to the edge of the bed so his legs were hanging over. Our friend was standing between his legs lubing up his covered cock and my lovers ass, slipping one finger and then two inside him, twisting and scissoring them to prepare him for his size. We had been playing with butt plugs and strap ons, so my lover was ready quickly. Soon our friend had three fingers sliding in and out easily and he nodded that he was ready. He pushed my lover’s thighs up and out so his ass was easily exposed and told him to hold them. He nudged the head of his cock against the now well lubed hole and slid in with a pop. He slowly pushed until he was seated all the way in, I looked at my lovers face and it was pure bliss. I should have been jealous that someone else was bringing him so much pleasure, but instead I was near my own orgasm just watching and stroking my own clit. Our friend motioned to me to straddle my lovers face while facing him. I jumped at the chance to be included and climbed on quickly. As I faced away from my lover, I bent down to engulf his hardening cock in my mouth. Our friend set the pace and I sucked in unison taking him deep as our friend pulled out and pulling back as our friend thrust to the hilt. Soon the room was filled with grunts moans and sucking noises. My lover came first filling my mouth with jet after jet of his salty/sweet seed. Right on his heels our friend came hard, pumping his release deep into my lover’s ass. The sight of that sent me over the edge. We made love several more times throughout the night in many other positions and we had only a couple of hours sleep before it was time to go back to our boring lives. As we showered, dressed and said our goodbyes, we knew for a fact that this was something we were going to be doing many more times.

We didn t advance further than fingering and oral sex.

my girlfriend of 3weeks had decided to come to my school during her spring break. the whole time beofre she came we would have these 2 hr conversations where she told me that she wanted to wait to have sex. Me being Mr. Sensitive reassured her that she was more than worth waiting for. The first few days everything was fine. We didn t advance further than fingering and oral sex. Then one day after my class she was in the room alone (thank god my roommate was not there). we start making outm and out of nowhere she whispers those three magic words please fuck me so i did and i m not gonna lie it was not the greatest experience of my life but it was pretty fucking awesome. that s my story. The end

She clenched her pussy in anticipation, squeezing her legs together and balling her fists.

“And I mean it,” said Gary. “I don’t want to hear any more self-deprecating remarks, okay? Things like, ‘I can’t do it, ‘ or ‘I’m not good enough, ‘ or ‘I’m not pretty.’ They’re all out, got it?” Elaine blinked. “Yes, Sir,” she typed back quickly. She waited for him to respond, sensing he was gathering his thoughts. It gave her a moment to make a decision. She’d walk taller after tonight. She almost giggled as she wiped her eyes and blew her nose. She tried to relax while she waited.   He used silence very effectively.   “I have passionate convictions.”   Elaine felt her head nodding. “Yes, Sir.”   “I understand the vanilla ways in which you think. By that, I mean the ways you have been taught all your life to respond to situations and questions. Saying you are not beautiful when you clearly are, is considered to be ‘humble’ in the vanilla world. It’s a valued thing. So I know you weren’t intentionally lying. I understand that.”   “Yes, Sir.” Elaine took a deep breath. “Thank you.”   “It’s all right. You have a good heart, Elaine. Until I’m proved wrong, if anyone asks, I’ll tell them you are beautiful inside and out. So you better get used to it.”   “You’re good for my ego.”   “Good,” he messaged, adding a smile. “Perhaps we should call it a night and get some sleep.”   “I don’t want to go yet. I’m still formulating a response.”   “A response? I’m shocked,” he sent, then winked.   Elaine smiled. “I’m just a bit blown away, is all. I want to thank you for what you said, though.”   “I think I almost botched it. All I meant to say was, ‘ I think you are very attractive’. I could have been a little more diplomatic.”   “But I learned a valuable lesson.”   “Which was?”   “I learned that you like the way I look. And you really meant it. Knowing you were pleased has made my night.”   “Sometimes you sound like you are a hundred, Elaine. You have wisdom beyond your years.”   She beamed. “Thank you, Sir.”   Gary insisted Elaine go to bed. With an eight-thirty class in the morning and after having had a late night the night before, he pulled rank on her. “As a friend, you should expect me to take an interest in your self-improvement. As a Dominant, you should expect me to tell you when you screw up. And I’ll offer advice too. In some cases you may rather not listen, but it will be well meaning.”   Elaine smiled. “Yes, Sir. I appreciate you taking an interest in me.”   “Well said.”   “I’ll always listen though.”   “And I’ll always give you a chance to change my mind about something.”   “Deal,” typed Elaine. She wondered if Gary was smiling at the screen too.   “Now get to bed.” His message was followed by a wink again.   “Yes, Sir,” she typed, grinning. “I hope to see you soon.”   “I’m sure you will.”   As she always did, she sent a goodbye into the chat room and watched and smiled as everyone farewelled her generously. In her mind’s eye she saw Gary sitting back in his chair thinking, just as she was.   When she clicked out of the chat room and started closing windows, she found Gary’s picture. She’d forgotten it was there. Staring into his incredible eyes, Elaine allowed her mind to wander. Calling him ‘Sir’ seemed almost effortless now. How she called anyone ‘Sir’ in the first place was almost beyond her. A teacher in high school had insisted on being called ‘Sir’. At the time she’d thought it was archaic and outdated, a throwback to a simpler, more male-dominated time. Like the fifties or something.   As she studied Gary’s face, she also wondered how the female Dominants fitted in. There was nothing Fifties-like about Dommes. Were they respected by the male Dominants? Was BDSM a modern movement? And what about feminism? Was there room for feminism in BDSM? She’d have to ask...   For some reason the words of Catherine in Wuthering Heights came to mind...   ‘... the thing that irks me the most is this shattered prison. I’m tired, tired of being enclosed here. I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there, not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.’   Did Emily Bronte desire a world unavailable to women today? Or was she referring to a state of mind, a shattered prison, perhaps something unfathomable in these days of legislated equality? Elaine understood the usual translation: that Catherine yearned for the freedom to choose her own destiny. But right at that moment, all she could think of was a new world, one opening its arms to her, one that offered exactly what Catherine seemed to be seeking.   She smiled at Gary’s picture.   Hmmm... So where did male submissives fit in? In philosophical terms, the male submissive was the anomaly. BDSM couldn’t really be sexist when males were ‘allowed’ to be submissive. Elaine briefly wondered how prevalent BDSM practices were in the gay community. Were male subs more female than male? What was it de Beauvoir said? ‘One is not born, but rather becomes a woman.’   Argh.   Elaine realised she was tired and her brain was not working well. Recalling such quotes out of context only proved to her she was ready for bed. And besides, she was in such a habit of looking at things in gender terms, she wondered which of her personas was doing the thinking: The vanilla one or the submissive one. No matter how flawed it may have seemed, every thought she had was coloured by her experience. She was beginning to see things differently.   “Good night, Sir,” she whispered, saving the picture and switching off her machine.   Perhaps ‘submissiveness’ was androgenous, Elaine thought, slipping between the sheets.   Her eyelids felt heavy.   She slept well.   ****************************   Most of the Elaine’s spare time on Tuesday was spent trying to finish the first draft of her term paper for Philosophy 301. She was determined to write something on ‘Sartre and the Authentic State of Being’. She was hoping to impress her Professor, rather than open up the uncertainty that was bubbling away in the back of her mind.   And it was great. True to her original plan, she finished the paper as she’d envisaged, and was very pleased with the result. She was also pleased to see her general lack of conviction hadn’t been conveyed. Reading back her paper made her feel like a bit of a fraud, but she wasn’t going to change it.   The paper was good, and a few edits and embellishments would make it great. Her Prof would be pleased.   Her classes were okay, but after Feminist Philosophy, Elaine felt even more disconnected. The tutorial discussion centred on the metaphysical question, ‘What is a woman?’ Her tutor gave her a couple of imploring looks when the various conversations went off on tangents. She tried to contribute a few times, but she had nothing new to offer. For someone usually involved in discussions, her silence was out of the ordinary.   For the first time in her life, Elaine realised some of her thoughts were a contradiction.   She wanted a man who treated her like a woman. She wanted to be treated as an equal. She wanted to genuinely be heard and have her concerns addressed. She wanted someone firm who provided her with direction. She didn’t want to be a doormat. Sometimes she wanted to be a toy.   As goose bumps rose on her arms, she shook her head and smiled.   She had to redefine herself.   And I have to do some reading , she resolved.   As usual, Accountancy in Business was crap. All it did was make her long for the end of the year. She would drop the last of her father’s expectations from her studies when she abandoned Accounting at the end of May. She dreaded telling him, and though he’d rant and rave, he’d still support her. She was still ‘Daddy’s girl’.   She realised she was starting to narrow down her alternatives drastically.   Ugh. I might have to teach.   **************************   Maybe her Dad would be okay. Elaine’s mother could be more of a problem. She’d always hoped Elaine would become a doctor, or at least some kind of scientist. Or a vet, Elaine thought as she turned the key, opening the door to her apartment. Their divorce should come through soon, she reminded herself.   After tossing her bag on the bed, she went to the kitchen to make a coffee before she started on her term paper for Feminist Philosophy. She still had a week till it was due and was pleased with herself for being a few days ahead of schedule. She passed Kendra who waved to her as she lay on her back in the living room, listening to music in headphones with a textbook resting on her stomach. Elaine waved back.   In the kitchen, Chelsea was busy chopping vegetables. “Feel like curry?” she asked. “I got some lamb.”   “Sounds great. Tomorrow we can finish off the spaghetti if you like.”   “Good plan.”   “Do you want a coffee?” Elaine asked.   Chelsea picked up her wine glass and showed it to Elaine before taking a sip. “Wine’s in the fridge if you want a glass. Help yourself.”   “Maybe later. Thanks.” After making her coffee, Elaine returned to her room.   An hour later Chelsea yelled out that dinner was ready and they sat down to eat.   Conversation around the table centred on school and lecturers and how boring it all became as the end of term neared. Kendra was trying to convince Chelsea to try out for the cheerleading squad next semester, but Chelsea had never wanted to associate ‘with those airheads’. Elaine thought Chelsea probably would have made it. She was blonde and tanned and moved like a cat. She could dance too. Chelsea wouldn’t be moved. “I so don’t think so.”   “Think of the parties!” Kendra implored, as if it would make a difference.   “And the outfits!” Elaine teased.   Chelsea rolled her eyes. “Anyway, Elaine would make the squad before I did.”   Elaine’s mouth gaped. “I would not.”   “Sure you would. So could Kendra, but she’s too pushy.”   All Elaine could do was blush.   “My ass is way too big,” said Kendra.   “Oh, bullshit,” Chelsea said. “Look in the mirror. You look great.”   The conversation meandered in various directions, but Elaine was struck by Chelsea’s words to Kendra. Gary had said almost the exact same thing the night before. Elaine decided she would look in the mirror before she spoke with him that evening. Well, she hoped he’d be there. Elaine was grateful there were no more cheerleading suggestions. Not in a pink fit would she try out. She shook her head.   The curry had been demolished and Kendra was hard at work doing the dishes. Elaine excused herself, heading back to her room to study. Stopping in the bathroom to brush her teeth, for a moment she was mesmerised by the image in front of her.   She leaned forward, placing her hands on the edge of the sink and studiing her face. Turning her head a little one way, then the other, she couldn’t decide whether she was pretty or not. Staring into her own eyes, she thought they were her best feature. She checked for blemishes and had to admit her skin was pretty good. She thought her lips were maybe a little full, but full lips were all the rage these days. My hair could do with a trim, she thought, fiddling with it in the mirror. And maybe a colour. The package wasn’t bad. But ‘beautiful’? Oh, I don’t know. I give up. She brushed her teeth and headed to her room.   Pausing before the mirror over her dresser, she gazed at herself again. She liked what she saw. And she was proud of herself. She’d shut the fact of her nakedness out of her mind today. Mostly. Well, she had to. As it was, the dark grey skirt she wore would have stained if it weren’t for the built-in liner.   Only when Professor Malcolm Sartori appeared to take an uncharacteristic interest in her chest had Elaine been reminded of her bralessness. She’d gone for the two-tanks look, a looser one over a tight one, hoping for both support and some camouflage. If Professor Sartori weren’t so good looking, she probably could have ignored it. For the remaining five minutes of the class, she imagined all kinds of things. She even had the bizarre thought of flashing him, but she didn’t.   Her nipples tingled as she disrobed, but she didn’t dare touch them. Grabbing her nightie, she turned her back on the mirror and changed, resolving to get some work done and ignore the excitement bubbling away in the background. Booting up her computer, for the next hour and a half Elaine posted responses in the Philosophy forum and worked on her Accountancy project.   She wasn’t in the mood for Feminism.   As nine o’clock approached, she started getting edgy. At ten to nine, she packed away her textbooks and clicked out of the college website. Saving what she’d done and closing her Accountancy project, she opened Messenger and waited impatiently, biting her lip.   She was watching the clock when it ticked over to nine P.M. Her nipples were itchy and she pinched them, making them spring to life. A rush of adrenaline washed over her skin, the silky hairs standing up. She clenched her pussy in anticipation, squeezing her legs together and balling her fists.   “Hello, Elaine,” popped up on her screen, the very instant he logged in.   Elaine’s body actually shuddered in relief... or excitement. She couldn’t tell which, but her pussy was suddenly soaked. “Hello, Sir,” she typed back, swallowing nervously.   I wonder if he knows what he does to me?   “I hope you had a good day,” he said.   “Yes,” replied Elaine, suddenly unable to think. “Productive.”   After a short moment, he typed, “Are you okay? I sense something is on your mind.”   How did he do that? “I’m not allowed to lie, am I?”   “I’m afraid not. Would you rather I go?”   “NO!” Elaine almost squealed aloud! “No, Sir. Please don’t go. This is where I want to be. With you.”   “Good,” he typed, sending a smile.   “I’m just very excited. That’s all.”   “Sexually, you mean?”   Elaine took a deep breath. “Yes.”   “I’d like you to concentrate. Open your knees an inch, no clenching, no touching. Okay?”   “Yes,” Elaine was struck by her need to do as he asked. “Yes, Sir.”   “And sit up straight.”   She did. She usually did. “How did you know I was slumped?”   “I didn’t know. I guessed.”   “Oh.”   “Elaine?”   “Um, yes?”   “Concentrate...”   He was reading her mind! Her nipples were aching, distracting her. “I’m sorry. Yes, Sir?”   “When you ask a question, like the one above, you should build into the question a request to ask it, such as, ‘May I ask how you knew I was slumped?’ Either that or in the first place you should ask if you might ask a question. Understand?”   “I think so.”   “Smiles.”   A moment passed and Elaine remembered some of her questions from earlier in the day. “Sir, may I ask you some questions I thought of today?”   “Very good. And yes, you may.”   Trying to arrange her scattered thoughts, Elaine typed, “How does submission and feminism handle their issues?”   “Oh, man. Okay. Someone’s had her thinking cap on. Give me a sec.”   Elaine smiled. In her imagination she saw him scratching his chin. She wondered if he was doing it. Watching the screen intently, she realised she liked talking to him a lot.   “Here’s the thing,” he typed. “Submission allows you to be who you really are. Not everyone is a table thumper. Not men, and not women. Let’s agree there is inequality out there. That’s a given. And I admire those who wish to redress imbalances. But everyone is different. One table thumper may be different to the next. One quiet person may be different from the next. Submission itself is forgiving. Submission allows for individual differences. Submission even allows a woman, or a man, to be both a table thumper and a submissive. Feminism is more strict, frowning on certain practices, one of them being ‘submission to men’. However, a woman submitting to another woman is not frowned upon. And nor is male submission to female dominance. Interesting, don’t you think?”   “Yes. And it brings up another question.”   “Okay, remember it. I’ll finish this answer first.”   Elaine crossed her fingers to remember her question. “Um, Sir?”   “Yes?”   “May I ask if I can get a towel to sit on?” Elaine blushed fiercely. What drove me to ask THAT?   “Sure,” he typed, as though it were a normal request. When Elaine returned in seconds, she read his words. “Within one’s genuine submission, one finds the ability to express oneself and be oneself, with a level of freedom that feminists dream about. When your man or woman cares so deeply for you that he or she will do anything to help you to be who you want to be, then I think a higher level of happiness, as a woman or a man, can be reached.”   “So, within my bonds, I am free?”   “Hmmm... Close. I’d say, within my physical bonds, my mind is free.”   “You’re a philosopher!”   “I’ve been doing some reading too.” He sent a smile.   “You have?”   “Yes. You are into Philosophy. I want to be able to help. So I bought some books.”   Elaine didn’t know what to say. Then it came to her. “Thank you, Sir.”   “My pleasure.”   She shuddered and her pussy clenched. She’d relaxed for just a moment and it had happened before she could stop it. Should I tell him? she wondered. She uncrossed her fingers, thankfully remembering her question. “How are Dommes seen in the lifestyle? And male subs?”   “In a philosophical sense? Or in practical terms?”   “Both.”   “Well, dominance and submission are not gender specific terms. In the whole range of people, races, and creeds in the world, there are those that are more, and less, dominant and submissive. I think this is a defendable truth. There are more and less dominant and submissive women; and there are more and less dominant and submissive men.”   “I understand. Yes, I’ll go along with that.”   “Thanks,” he typed, sending a wink on its heels. Elaine’s cheeks burned. “So to me at least,” he said, before she could apologise, “A submissive’s or Dominant’s respect for the lifestyle determines my respect for them, regardless of gender. One of my friends is a Domme and she is a leading figure in the lifestyle. And I met paper tiger at an event once. His name is Rudi. He’s cool too. Depending on where you meet people, sometimes it’s hard to tell whether they’re Dom or sub.”   “I read somewhere that some are only sub or Dom in the bedroom. Is that possible?”   “I think it is, if we’re just talking about the tools and the role playing. So say tying up or cuffing or blindfolding, pretty mild stuff usually, combined with pretending to be sub and Dom/me, but without a commitment to the lifestyle. Players may have a healthy respect for the lifestyle. They would also respect those who chose it, but for them, they choose not to commit. I imagine such people to be those in powerful positions etc. People whose lives would get in the way of a commitment.”   “That makes sense.”   “Like university students.”   “I’m not ready to commit.” Elaine’s body flushed.   “I know.”   A moment’s silence passed before Elaine could think of what to say. “Thank you for answering some of my questions, Sir. I appreciate it.”   “You’re welcome.”   “Can I...” she began, then hesitated. Her skin tingled as she typed. “Can I ask what happens when you confess something?”   “Do you mean, when the Dom/me confesses something? Or when the sub confesses something?”   “Can you talk about the difference, please? Um, and all about it? I need to know.” Elaine almost gasped. Her pussy was getting so hot. She could feel the rough texture of the towel pressing wetly against her. She wanted to squirm so badly. Her nipples nagged her. They throbbed rhythmically with every beat of her heart. And her face was so hot she was afraid to touch it, to know the truth.   I want to tell him!   “Well sure. But let’s step back a bit.”   Elaine gulped, fearing what he might say. She needn’t have worried.   “Confession has to do with being honest. Some confessions are simply ‘telling someone about your day’, or ‘telling someone your plans’, or ‘telling someone how you feel’. They are quite simply informing your partner of what is going on. Both people would do this, on an ongoing basis, in any half-decent relationship. Conversations may follow. Or they might not. This is communication, and without labouring the obvious, communication is essential in any relationship for it to have a future.”   “Agreed,” typed Elaine, her hands shaking.   “So basically, confession is the act of ‘saying what’s on your mind’. But of course, in the lifestyle we don’t call this exchange of information, a confession. What we call ‘a confession’ is a more formal confession, rather than a sharing of everyday events, thoughts or occurrences. This kind of confession, by definition, is difficult to give. It may call on you to be the most honest than you have ever been in your life. It may concern thoughts or deeds that make you feel guilty for not sharing. Or it might concern matters for which you could be punished.”   Elaine swallowed. Can I do it? Can I be honest and confess? “Sir? May I confess something?”   He sent a smile. “It would be my pleasure to hear your confession, Elaine.”   “I feel like I’m in church,” Elaine typed, giggling. She almost bit her tongue when her pussy clenched again.   “Confession is good for the soul. And honesty is its own reward. Knowing you were honest is a good feeling. A really good feeling. Trust me.”   “I trust you.” Elaine said aloud, before remembering to type it. She could hardly breathe. She wanted to squeeze her thighs together so badly. She ached all over!   “Let yourself be yourself,” he typed.   “This is really embarrassing,” Elaine began, thinking she had just made one of her biggest understatements ever. “I really tried not to, but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t mean to,” she confessed awkwardly, her mouth drying up. “I stopped concentrating and I clenched. Twice. And you asked me not to.”   “You’re right. And I appreciate your honesty. You tried hard, so you are forgiven. Relax, Elaine.”   She tried to. A tear came to her eye. “I’m sorry.”   “It’s okay.”   “Why do I feel like this?” Elaine asked, on the verge of tears.   “Like what?”   “Guilty. Like I let you down.”   “You haven’t let me down. You confessed something I imagine you found very difficult to confess. You have pleased me greatly. I’m smiling, Elaine.”   She brightened a little. “Really?”   “Yes. Really.” He sent a smile.   Elaine giggled in relief. “So I’m not in trouble?”   “Noooo. Of course not. Elaine, we’re just chatting, okay? We’ve made no commitment to each other. You may pick and choose when you wish to ‘line up’ with me, to see how I would react, etc. I wouldn’t punish you for what you said. Nor would I punish you if you hadn’t told me. You are not mine to punish.”   “But you would if I were yours.”   “Of course.”   Elaine gulped. “How?”   “I knew you’d ask.”   “Blushes.”   “Chuckles.”   “What’s would you do to me? I’m dying to know.”   “When I send the answer, I’ll allow you five seconds to clench, with your thighs tightly together. Then release the clench and knees six inches apart, okay?”   “Okay. Can I pinch my nipples?” Elaine’s jaw dropped at her own words. Her ears burned   “No. You didn’t ask properly.”   She pouted subconsciously. “Yes, Sir.”   Gary made her wait.   The anticipation was making her cross-eyed.   Finally his message arrived and she gasped! ”I’d take you over my knee and spank your naughty ass, Elaine. That’s what I’d do. Now clench. Five seconds.”   She did. Hard. And as soon as she did, her eyes closed and she started trembling. She counted to five and shot her eyes and knees open, fearful of actually orgasming.   God, I’d hate confessing that!   “Six inches, remember.”   “Yes,” Elaine said, complying. Her mind drifted off. She was kneeling between his legs, fully clothed. Looking up into his sexy eyes. She wanted to look at his picture again.   “Elaine.”   “Yes, Sir.”   “Six inches.”   “Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.” Her legs had almost drifted together again. She jerked them apart and paid attention, clenching her teeth instead.   “Are you all right?” he asked.   “Yes,” Elaine hesitated barely a moment. “I’m just very hot, Sir. Being told what to do is affecting me a lot more than I expected.” Confessing was getting easier.   “Are you able to play?”   “No. I probably won’t until the weekend, when my roommates go out. If they go out.”   “I want you to test your self-control.”   “I don’t understand.”   “I want you to do as I ask, Elaine.”   “I’ll do my best,” she typed, adding a grin.   “Since it’s unlikely you’ll be able to play until the weekend, let’s test your self-control. Elaine, you may not play until the weekend.”   Completely unconsciously, she typed the words that came to mind.   “Knowing I am not allowed will only make it harder for me.”   She blinked as she read them, completely stunned.   “That’s the point. Prove to me you can control yourself. Do as I asked. Test yourself.”   Elaine read his message four times. It was true. Nothing physical would need to change. He wanted her to think about it differently. He was making it into a test. Already he is testing me. As her hands started to shake again, she realised their relationship was escalating, ratcheting up another level. It was an escalation she hadn’t expected. She was entering unknown territory. She swallowed, then typed, “Yes, Sir.”   “So no matter what opportunities you have, you will not play until Saturday night.”   “Friday night. Please Sir.” Saturday seemed so far away.   “Friday is not the weekend.”   “Please.”   “Okay. Friday night. After we talk.”   “Yes, Sir. Thank you. I’ll do it. I promise.”   “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Elaine.”   “I’ll keep it.”   “I believe you’ll try. Even if you don’t succeed, trying your hardest will please me.”   ************************   In bed that night, Elaine’s body was buzzing. Her nipples were sore with the need for her touch and she wasn’t sleepy at all. Lying on her side was out of the question as it stimulated her pussy too much. Even on her back, it fluttered randomly. Her skin glowed. Tomorrow was going to be hell.   Going without underwear wasn’t easy. She’d managed it once, but tomorrow would be a different story. Just the thought of telling Gary she was clenching her pussy made it clench again as she stared at the ceiling.   It’s going to be on my mind allll day. I just know it.   Thinking about sex wasn’t making her tired. Instead she thought about her clothes for tomorrow.   She couldn’t wear her bra again. After wearing it twice, she’d normally toss it in the Laundry Hamper. She’d wear the black halter under her blouse tomorrow, which would leave her light blue tank, the black and white halter and two t-shirt left. She’d wear the black one again tomorrow afternoon after work, and again on Thursday. That left Friday.   She winced.   All she’d have left was the mini. Or her black jeans and she couldn’t wear them again, no way. Not all day. The mini she’d purchased as a victim of fashion. She just knew it would blow up in the wind unless she held it down. Ruing the day she bought it, she remembered why she’d only ever worn it around the apartment.   I’ll go without stockings tomorrow. That way I can wear them on Friday with the damned mini.   She yawned.   God, is tomorrow only Wednesday?  

Mom looked at what she had rested her head on earlier. Our eyes met, and she swallowed me whole.

Hello all ISS fans. This is Abhishek Singh, a 18 years old boy from Delhi. I have written many stories in ISS from past one year. But from few weeks I have been quite for some personal reasons. But know there will be some blast from the past by me. Now I will write only insect stories in ISS and I am sure that u will enjoy too much. This story starts from here. When I was seven I wrote a story about a space ship landing in our back yard. The aliens were friendly and, at some point, they ate purple ice cream. As mothers do, mine told me it was brilliant. A year later, I thought it was dumb. A year after that, I wished I could write like that again. The next year, I burned it. My mom spanked me for playing with matches. The next day I wrote a story about a mean old mother and her reign of terror. As mothers do, she said it was cruel. The next day, I burned it. I was always a writer. Only, I was never very good once my age hit double digits. And I’ve only gotten worse with age. Last year, I published “The Angel Walks at Dawn,” my third short story, as well as “Booker Dane and the Case of the Copper Box,” my second failed attempt at a novel. Tim Zachary, my publisher, loved it. I wanted to trash all copies of it. He said it was gold. I wanted to go back to purple ice cream. He published it. And it sold. Four copies. Two of them to Zach. The Dane story had been out a few weeks and had tanked so badly that Zachary wanted a sequel. Go figure. The cruel mother was creeping back into my thoughts. Zach suggested that I consider bringing in a youthful detective for Booker to train. He thought it would grab a larger audience. I considered his words youthful train. I took a train back to where I was when I was youthful. I needed to clear my thoughts. I wanted to write something fresh. I went back to my college for inspiration. I never had any while I was here, and the muses decided I would find it just as fleeting. Hell, I don’t know what I was expecting. I had only graduated two years before. I needed to dig deeper. Go a little farther back. In high school, I wrote for the school paper. Twice. The first time was a travesty. My article on dropouts among the football players, “Varsity Team Perfects Incomplete Pass,” went over like caviar at a trailer park. My second article was a mistake. Suffice it to say, the storm after the football story was paradise. No one ever signed my yearbooks. Mom had kept my room the way it had always been. You couldn’t see the walls for the posters, couldn’t see the floor for the toys. The desk was blue; the bed sheets were Star Wars. She thought it was nostalgic. I thought it was revolting. A week of cleaning later and the desk was mahogany, the bed sheets were white, the floor was spotless, and the posters were history. The globe on my desk was replaced by my laptop. I began. Page 1. The days passed. I continued. Page 1. Line 8. I tried to tell myself to face facts, that I was no good and should have been a gossip columnist. I didn’t listen and suggested I go fuck myself. About 2AM, I reasoned that I should get piss drunk. I did. It worked. I churned out what my drunken self considered Shakespeare. The next morning, well, afternoon, my hung-over self recognized it as Much Ado about Nothing, Act III. No more booze. Mom saw what I was going through. Hell, she had seen it coming years ago. I had no talent. No gift. Just desire. Desire doesn’t pay the bills. Once, after another day of writing attempts, she called me into the living room to take a break from my blank pages. She was spread out on the couch in her green robe, watching some old black and white flick. She was short and trims, but still managed to take up the whole sofa. I sat in the recliner and tried to get into the movie. No dice. A half hour of uncomfortable silence and I began to fidget. She glanced over at me. She asked: “What’s wrong, don’t like the classics?” “The film is fine,” I replied. We watched a bit more. “You don’t seem to be into it,” she said. “Yeah, well. It does kinda suck.” “You could said something; we do get more than one channel, believe it or not. What would you rather watch?” “Whatever’s fine?” She pouted. “Look,” she said, sitting up, “come over here, and let’s pick something from the listings.” She fished into a pile of newspapers on the floor and came up with the TV schedule. I moped over and sat next to her. We looked. Not a damn thing interested me. I sat back. She dropped the paper and leaned back against my shoulder. She flipped through the channels looking for anything. Somewhere along the line, she passed some film noir flick. It was about a veteran detective training a youthful rookie. Heh. I bet the writer was a millionaire. Life bites. I closed my eyes and put my head back. Eventually, I passed out. I was unconsciously aware of her shifting positions until her head was on my thigh. She stayed there until the flick ended. Now, for a quick sexual resume: my first was in college. My latest was in college. Here ended the rundown. Having a female head in your lap after a multiyear dry spell tends to stir up certain muscles that don’t get much exercise. One in particular was trying to make itself the center of attention. If it could have, it would have tapped the female figure before it on the shoulder. As much fun as it may be to have that capability, it could not make it. It did, however, make it to her ear. In my defense, it was working alone, I was still asleep. But she was not. I was aware of her shifting position. I think she may have looked to see that I was still asleep. I was aware of her shifting position back. Though not exactly back, as there was no contact with the third party. A bit later, she must have dozed off, because she went to roll over and rolled towards me. The back of her head was now laying exactly where a mother’s head should not be. I awoke. I saw. I freaked. I steadied. I looked. I watched. I watched her breathe quietly. I watched her dream. I placed my hand on her robed shoulder. She awoke. She saw. She did not freak. She watched. I watched. She sat up and turned toward me. We sat in silence for quite some time. Then she laid back down. On her side. Head where it was. Eyes on mine. She reached up and held my cheek. My hand found her side. Her hand moved to my shoulder. Mine went to her back. She rubbed her head into her pillow, and it formed itself into a very accurate likeness of a steel rod. Her hand left my shoulder and found my waist. My hand pressed her back, moving her a bit closer. Her hand found the steel. And it moved. Slowly. Rhythmically. My hand journeyed into her loose robe and found the waistband of her unmentionables, which were hardly enough to mention. My fingertips eased their way under the elastic, but didn’t stop. Her hand stopped moving. She stood, closed her robe and ran into the bathroom. I realized what had happened and found myself to be very much in shock. We hadn’t said a word. Through a simple series of small movements, we had come very close to doing something I had never thought about. Not as a horny young teenager. Not as a horny college student. Not even as a horny member of the literary industry. I ran to my room and began to write. Two hours later, I reread the twenty six pages I had written. It was good. I went and knocked on the bathroom door. No reply. I listened, and heard a light whimper. I didn’t know what to do; I had nothing prepared to say for this situation. I went back to my room. Two hours later. She walked into my room, long legs reflecting moonlight and the belt of her robe trailing behind. Without a word, she knelt beside my chair and reached into my lap. What she found only encouraged her. A short rub and we were thinking the same thoughts. I touched her lightly on the collarbone, traveled my hand lower, my fingers dancing across the acres of tanned skin. She seemed ticklish. Her eyes closed briefly as my palm found a home on her naked breast. She placed her hand on top of mine to remind herself that it was real. She spun my chair towards her, stood just long enough to shed the robe, and sat across my lap, a leg on either side. I rested my hands on her thighs and leaned back to observe the artwork in front of me. I began to say something, but she shook her head slightly to cut me off. My hand found its way to the small of her back and she inched her way closer. Years later, when she reached me, she leaned in, I leaned back, and the chair leaned with us. It was as close as the three of us could get: her, me, and the mighty oak between us. My mother closed her eyes and kissed me. She began to rock into me. It was a slow grind that shook the foundation of my world. My mother sat back and looked into my eyes. We said nothing. She went for my belt, I went for her panties. She stood and I worked them down off around her bare feet. I raised my head to the sight I had uncovered. Our eyes met, and, without a word, she seemed to be asking for approval of her fully naked form. I stood, pulled her in close, and washed her neck in kisses. She unbuttoned my pants and lowered the zipper. She dropped to her knees and pulled them down. By the time I had my shirt off, my boxers were laying with the robe. Mom looked at what she had rested her head on earlier. Our eyes met, and she swallowed me whole. Once. Down to my base, then back and off. She kissed my tip. I pulled her up, and we kissed. Her hand fell to my cock and stroked me gently. I picked up her small form and set her on the edge of my desk. My mother pulled me between her legs and guided me to her pussy. With my mouth on hers, I inched my way inside. I kissed her on the forehead. Then, with one hand under her knee, the other around her back, I pushed until our bodies met. I pulled back until I was just barely inside of her. I pushed back in. She put an arm around my neck for support, and we quickened pace. I pounded, and she received. Our skin slapped. Her sweat glistened. My mind swam. Her breath shortened, matching the rhythm of our dance. Her hands grasped at my body. Her muscles tightened. And she orgasm. And put me over the edge. I exploded, jetting semen into my mother. But we did not stop moving. She rode it out like a champion. We regained control, and I pulled out of her. She slid off of the desk and to her knees, catching her breath. She looked up at me. I looked down at her. And she swallowed me whole. Once. To the base, then back, and off. She picked up her clothing and walked out of my room, closing the door behind her. I sat at me desk, my mother’s scent still in the air, and opened my laptop. I wrote nineteen more pages before drifting off to sleep. Sorry readers! The story is not real. Author’s message to all the readers. I Abhishek Singh am a call boy. I used to give services in the areas of I.P.EXT, mayur vihar phase-1 and 2, Shakarpur, Laxmi nagar, west Vinod nagar, mandawali, and all the places near by them. I am not to smart nor too handsome. But the thing which I have is my style and my attitude to fuck the girls and too pleasure out them. I guarantee their satisfaction and secrecy for 100%. My charge is Rs.180/- for one hour of one female.

I can’t wait to ass fuck my slut wife.

Susan woke up as the morning light came shining through her window. Bill’s now limp cock was still in her mouth. As directed, she immediately started licking and stroking his dick back to life. She loved the idea of sucking him off for breakfast, but a part of her would not have minded being fucked. She couldn’t believe herself; one quickie with her husband, and she’s set for a week. This bastard had her in a constant state of either waiting to be fucked, or actually fucking. As Bill opened his eyes, he grabbed Susan by the hair and pulled her head up and off his cock. “In the shower my little slut.” Every time he called her a slut she could feel her crotch tingle. He opened the door to the shower, threw a towel on the floor and pushed her in. “On you knees, mouth open, eyes closed, hands behind your back.” No sooner had Susan assumed the required position then she felt a stream of warm water splash against her chest and work its way to her face. Once it hit her mouth, she realized the “water” was Bill pissing on her. She held her position until he was done. “You make a good urinal. Now clean up. I will put what you are to wear on the bed. Fix your make up, get dressed and make breakfast. You’ve got a busy day in front of you.” Once her shower was complete, she looked to the bed to see her “outfit”. There was a black collar with 3 rings, nipple jewelry connected by a gold chain and her black heels. Susan laughed to herself because it was actually more than she thought it would be. She couldn’t wait to get them done. Bill ate his breakfast slowly and deliberately, stopping every few bites to feed the kneeling slut at his side. “It’s the most important meal of the day, Cunt. You’ll need all the energy you can get today.” After Susan cleaned the kitchen, she joined Bill in the living room as instructed. Bill had thrown a rope over the rafter in the ceiling with the ends tied onto a large silver clamp. Susan walked in and dropped to her knees with her hands behind her head. Sounding exasperated, Bill moaned, “Training can be so wearisome. When you enter a room that I am in, you are to crawl on all fours. Ladies walk upright. Fuck slaves crawl.” With that he stood behind her and bound her hands together with a short piece of rope. Once they were firmly tied, he pulled Susan to her feet and connected her hands to the clamp hanging from the ceiling. Within seconds, he had her arms fully extended above her head so that her heels were just touching the floor. Bill reached for his toy bag. “I believe a good flogging will reinforce the lesson. Besides, a good flogging will warm up your ass and tits for the rest of the day.” He stood in front of her and roughly stuck two fingers into her glistening cunt. “You’re already getting wet! Good fuck puppet!” The heavy flogger thumped as it started its work on her welcoming ass. Bill took his time to be sure he covered every part of her legs and pinking ass cheeks before turning his attention to her upper back. The nipple jewelry was removed before starting the punishment of her tits and stiffening nipples. Susan never made a sound. First, she knew Bill would be proud of her ability to absorb the flogging without complaint. And secondly, the truth was that she loved flogger. Not that there wasn’t the occasional sting, but the constant blows made every nerve in her skin alive and ready for anything. And “anything” was the best way to describe the rest of her day. -------------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, Dawn’s face was pressed into the carpet on the hotel room floor with the heel of Charlie’s foot. The cock that was pounding her upturned cunt seemed to be even harder than it was the night before. She felt the sting as large hands relentlessly spanked her reddening ass cheeks and the fullness she loved from the ass plug lodged in her stretched anus. For the forth time in as many hours, Dawn felt the release from the embedded cock fill her sore but satisfied pussy. Charlie pushed her onto her side with a firm nudge from his foot before ignoring her and talking to the owner of the just drained dick. “Tell the truth, did you ever think you would have a fuck session like this?” “Never thought that women would serve so completely. Never thought that there were sluts like this that just do what they’re told. And I sure as hell never dreamed that my wife would be one of them.” Charlie continued, “At one time I thought the cunt you just fucked was the best ever. But your slut wife can do everything she can do and more. Just wait until you see the look on her face as she slips into subspace and becomes the whore you always wanted her to be. Doubt you’ll ever be bored again, my friend.” Dawn couldn’t believe she spent the last few hours cumming repeatedly at the command of her Master and her best friend’s husband. Bill stood behind Susan’s stretched and well flogged body, reached around to her dripping crotch. He never ceased to be amazed at how her humiliation caused her cunt to become drenched every time. Three fingers slipped easily between the engorged lips. The feeling of the involuntary initial contractions of her cunt walls caused his manhood to attain full hardness. He attacked her clit with thumb and forefinger while rolling her nipples with his other hand. Bill put his mouth to her ear and growled, “Cum, slut!” That was all Susan had to hear. Her arms stretched even more as her knees buckled and her pelvis shook from the shock of the orgasm that seemed to ripple up her entire body. Tears of relief came from the corners of her eyes when Bill finally released her from her bondage and laid her gently on the floor. It was only 11:00 and she was already feeling exhausted. “Once you get over your selfish pleasure, crawl into the bathroom. We need to get you ready little one. You have a lot to do today.” Dawn was standing in the shower letting the water work on her sore but satiated body. She thought back on the last 12 hours. It was unusual when Charlie sent her the text telling her to come to the hotel room since they always played in their own houses. So she had a feeling that there would be something special in store; but this was beyond her wildest dreams. Dawn thought back on how the night began….. She felt the familiar churning in her stomach as she lightly knocked on the hotel room at the directed time knowing that her Master would be on the other side of the door. She entered the room and immediately fell to her knees with her hands behind her head and her eyes cast down. She was breathless as she waited for the first word from her Teacher. Dawn was suddenly consumed with the overwhelming need to be the source of infinite pleasure for her Master. Dawn’s expectations were shattered when her Master’s first words were directed to someone else! Never before had Charlie invited a guest that arrived before she had already serviced his cock or received her punishment. Charlie asked the stranger, “Now do you believe?” A male voice behind Dawn said, “She will do whatever you say?” “The slut will do whatever I say. She’ll thank me when I punish her, beg for my dick in her mouth, and fuck whenever and wherever I say.” Charlie’s guest was so full of questions that he had trouble forming the words. “Will she do whatever I tell her to do?” With that, Charlie lifted Dawn’s chin and said, “Answer my guest’s question, slut”. Dawn proudly replied, “If that is my Master’s instruction, this cunt will fully obey.” Charlie was proud. “Good girl. You are to stand and face our guest. Once you see him, you will obey every order he gives you unless I give another order. Is that understood?” She felt good knowing that Charlie will be there to take care of her and not let her come to any harm. “Yes, Sir.” Dawn stood to face her Master’s guest. “John?” came out of her mouth before she had a chance to think. “My name is not John to you, bitch. Once you pulled my wife to this life you lost all rights to call me by my name. You will call me Sir.” Dawn had never even thought of Susan’s husband as a sexual being based on everything Susan had told her. He was actually attractive. And he was radiating a new found energy that made her want to fall under his command. “Yes Sir.” Charlie took a seat on the sofa, poured himself a glass of wine and settled in for what promised to be a fascinating evening. John pulled Dawn’s head back by her hair and shoved his tongue into her mouth. He was very pleased to see how compliant and enthusiastic this bitch could be. As he pulled his mouth from her lips, he commanded, “Get naked now and stand with your hands behind your head.” Dawn knew better than to waste any time once she has a chance to serve her Master’s desires. She knew from experience that she was not going to be clothed for long once she entered the room, so she had prepared for a quick strip. The dress and bra came off in a moment and she was left standing, as directed, in only her heels. John walked around his new toy examining every inch of the whore before him. His heart was pounding and his crotch felt like it hadn’t felt in years. He reached out and twisted both of Dawn’s nipples and said, “Charlie tried to tell me that Susan has turned into a subservient slut and I told him he was crazy. She acts like she’s bored out of mind whenever we’re together, but I didn’t believe it was because she had turned into cum bucket. Charlie here tells me that you are the reason she even explored this life. Is that true, cunt?” Just as Dawn was about to respond, John twisted a nipple again and slapped her pussy to get her attention. After the initial shock, Dawn responded, “I told her about it Sir, but I never encouraged her.” John’s right hand left a clear handprint on Dawn’s ass. She was sure people would be able to hear the crack. John laid two more on her ass while growling, “Slut, are you telling me that your Master has not told me the truth?” “No! Sir! Master would never lie. I must be wrong. I’m sorry!” “So Charlie, this lying bitch alienates my wife from me, denies her responsibility and tries to convince me that you have not told me the truth. Would you mind if I give the lying slut the proper punishment?” Charlie liked the way this was turning out. “Please be my guest. But I must insist on intervening if the punishment is not severe enough for my liking.” Susan had no wish to keep Bill waiting even a minute for her to crawl her slut body down the hall to the bathroom. “On the towels, bitch. All fours.” No sooner had she gotten in position then Bill spread her ass cheeks and rubbed a generous amount of lube into her brown hole. After a few smacks on her already abused ass, Bill inserted the business end of an enema into her bowels and started a flow of warm water that made her want to explode. “Now hold that in bitch until I tell you to let it go. There will be extensive time under the whip if I see so much as a tiny dribble come out of that shit hole. You need to be thoroughly cleaned out to get you through the rest of your day.” Susan could feel the cramps start and the pressure seemed to grow exponentially but the last thing she wanted to do was to come under the whip. She closed her eyes and concentrated with every once of her will power until her Master ordered her relief. After what seemed like hours, Bill helped her to her feet and sat her on the toilet. Once she was empty, he pushed her in the shower and her cleaned off. Without drying her off, he ordered her back on towels and filled her yet again. Bill’s dick had been hard most of the morning, and he knew he couldn’t go much longer without fucking something. Kneeling behind his fuck doll, he pushed her head to the floor and speared his raging cock into her cunt in a single stroke. She was so lubricated, there was no resistance. “OK slut, let’s see what you can do. Once I cum in your worthless hole you can get back on the toilet. Now fuck!” Susan clenched every muscle she could to hold the water in ass and to stimulate Bill as much as possible to speed up his orgasm. Bill loved the sensation on his dick of his cum slut’s cramps. “Take it you slut bitch! Take every god damned drop!” he bellowed as he shot what seemed to be a gallon of cum deep in Susan’s cunt. Susan was mortified when she realized that a mild, but definite orgasm hit her as she scrambled back to the john. Nothing surprised her anymore. Now that Dawn was firmly tied spread eagle to the bed, John secured the ball gag and blindfold that Charlie had so thoughtfully brought along. “OK, bitch. You’re mine to do with as I wish. You’re going to wish you never turned Susan into a fucking whore!” Charlie could not help but snicker at the thought of what she had coming. John was so excited he couldn’t seem to act fast enough. It took him a moment to figure out the right setting for the nipple clamps and Charlie had to show him how to work the remote controlled egg that he unceremoniously shoved into her cunt. His hand actually shook with excitement as he worked the largest butt plug he could find into her worthless ass. After stripping out of his own clothes, he started to practice with the light flogger before taking it to the slut’s skin. Dawn could hear Charlie giving John pointers and the dull thud of the flogger as he repeatedly hit the couch to get it just right. Charlie checked her cunt and, as expected, she was already staining the bed sheets with her dripping pussy juice. As he put his wet fingers in her mouth for her to clean off, he said, “Isn’t it nice of Master John to make sure he can optimize the use of the flogger before he takes it to your hide?” The ball gag prevented an answer, but she nodded her complete agreement for her Master. The truth was that she could not wait for the flogging to begin. With that, the egg was suddenly on and it was far from the lowest setting. She felt herself swallow her first moan behind her gag as she drifted off into her own subspace. John’s first swing set the flogger screaming across Dawns breasts, squarely across her now hard and extended nipples. It knocked the nipple clamps off and the pain from the flogger strike was amplified when blood rushed back into her nipples. Before she could recover, her pussy received a swing at least as hard and fully on target. The blow caused the egg to slip deeper into her now flowing cunt and seemed to rattle the filings in her teeth. Again and again John alternated blows to the slut’s tits and cunt. Charlie was proud of his newest student and was pleased that he knew it was time to back off without being told. Charlie politely asked, “John, would you please allow me to use this fuck puppet while you regain your strength? It seems that my dick needs to check her tonsils.” A bit out of breath, John replied, “Be my guest but let me know if she is not measuring up. I would live to try out the leather strap.” Dawn was begging with her eyes to let her swallow Master’s dick. “You want this down your throat, don’t you slut?” Charlie released the ball gag and Dawn’s voice exploded, “Please Master, let me have your dick!” “Good girl.” Charlie let her lick his balls while John started removing he ropes holding her to the bed. Once she was free, Charlie moved her so her head was dropped down over the edge of the bed. He took his time feeding his dick into her waiting throat. Her spit drooled down her face and into her hair as she struggled to get every inch of her Master into her mouth. She had long learned to block out the gag reflex. He would never hurt her. The truth is that he treasured every attempt of her submission. All Dawn cared about right then was her unexplainable need to have Master fill her stomach with his semen and tell her what a good job she did. Just when she was solely concentrating on Charlie, she felt her cunt being stretched to a new and painful level. John was trying to recover the egg and had half his hand shoved in and feeling around. Despite her concentration on her Master’s blow job, Dawn managed to work the egg out so that John could recover it without ripping her apart. No sooner had his hand left the oozing cunt then he replaced it with what Dawn felt to be a very hard and well-sized cock. John could not remember if there was ever a time when his cock was this hard and this determined to pound a cunt to total submission. While he was convinced that this bitch deserved all he could give her, he also had to admit that his sexual existence had been snapped back to life. As he unloaded the first load he would leave her with before they were done, he heard a voice inside himself screaming with desire for his newly slutted wife. As John lay back exhausted, Charlie dragged Dawn by the hair and pushed her to the floor. John watched as Charlie replaced her butt plug with his swollen dick and admitted to himself, “I can’t wait to ass fuck my slut wife.”To be continued....