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reading  this. I've written a variety of stories, from the normal to
the bizarre.  I've  even  put  a  few on the net. Anyway, I had this
fantasy about  a  woman  at  work:  Corey. She's a college girl. I'm in
my 40's. She's  beautiful,  has curly, shoulder-length, strawberry
blonde, almost red  hair.  She has a smile that would melt steel. But
her eyes... those are  what  get  me  the  most.  I usually have a
knack for determining a person's  personality  and  thoughts  by  their
eyes.  In  a  way she's different, in a way, I suppose she's not.

At  first,  it  seemed  I  could  tell some things about her. She seemed
sweet,  friendly. Then one day when I helped her with a computer
problem at  work,  I turned to ask her a question and there it was...
that look. It  sent  a shiver down my spine. I went weak and helpless.
That was the first time I realized that my ability to read people was
being turned on me. She was looking right through me. It was as if she
knew my innermost fantasies  and  thoughts.  It  was  in  her  eyes  
and  the sly smile. I instantly  grew  nervous  and  forgot  what  I  
was doing. In a panic, I fumbled with the keys trying to get a grip
again as I looked away. I was almost in a cold sweat.

This  had never happened to me before. It was scary, but deep inside, it
turned  me  on. All the feelings I've had when I was writing about
being dominated  by a woman (or women) came sneaking to the surface
right then and there, and I was embarrassed. As I regained control, I
told myself I should relax. She couldn't know about any of this. I had
just met her. I was  just  over-reacting,  miss-interpreting  her  
look. When I finished fixing  the  problem  on her computer and looked
back once more, she had that  friendly  nice-to- know-you smile on her
face again. I drew a sigh of  relief  and talked with her a few moments
before I left her cubicle. Still a bit flustered, but a little more
relaxed.

Corey  is taller than me, but extremely well endowed. So I thought about
her a lot after that first meeting. I would go and talk to her once in
a while.  There  were  a  couple of times I thought I saw that look in
her eyes  but I would glance away. I was nervous. When I'd look back,
it was gone.  If  she  was doing this on purpose, she was good. Very
good. Then one  day I stopped by when she was wearing a skirt. She
turned around in her  chair, with that look on her face. I swear, I
almost dropped my cup of  coffee.  If she could have seen into the cup,
she would have thought there  was  an earthquake. My hand was shaking.
Her legs were fantastic. Again, I looked away and struggled to make
idle conversation.

It  was after that visit that I had to write a story. I had to vent. The
feelings   I   got   from   her   were  driving  me  crazy.  I  wrote  
a domination/submission story that was probably the most passionate I
ever wrote.  Passionate  in  the  sense  of  sex  and  the  sensation  
of raw submission.  I  understand  how some may find it difficult to
understand how  this could be defined as passion, but trust me... it's
just as much a  passion  of  taking  the woman you fantasize about into
your arms and making  love  at the time you're most ready, then putting
it into words. Even  after  completing  the  story,  I  would reread it
and get excited again.

I put the story onto my private site where only a few friends knew about
it.  I  received  a  few  comments  about  how  silly  the  idea of
male submission was, but everyone said the story was exceptionally hot.
After writing the story, I got more relaxed with Corey and decided I
would ask her to lunch.

I'm  kind of a talker, and I think I express myself well; it's necessary
for  my  job.  But  I  found  myself at a loss for words during lunch.
I talked  about  anything.  I  was  like a nervous kid. I was afraid I
was making a fool of myself. She never looked that way at me during
lunch, I was  just nervous. The topic of my story writing came up and I
mentioned the    public   site   where   some   of   my   stories   
were   posted, http://www.eroticstories.com. I thought she might like a
couple of them. They may even turn her on! Of course, I didn't say
that.

As  we  walked back, I summoned up the nerve to ask some questions about
her. She made it plain she would answer straightforwardly if I asked
her anything.  The  only  real  question I remember was what kind of
guy she liked,  and  the  only real portion of her response that rang
in my ears was  "I  like a guy who can take orders". She made that
statement with a smile and a giggle. Inside, I freaked.

The  words  rang in my head like a gong. Not merely for the fact that it
implied  she was a dominant, but something else. It was in my story.
The exact words. This happened on a Friday, just before we went our
separate ways  for lunch. The rest of the afternoon went right down the
toilet as far  as  work  was concerned. I was distracted, confused and
excited all wrapped  up  in  one  overwhelming emotion. Had she seen
the story about her?  I  had  changed  her  name,  but  there  were  a  
lot of beginning circumstances  that  would  have  left no doubt about
who the characters were.

The  rest  of  the  weekend  was  just the same kind of blur. I couldn't
concentrate,  I found myself pacing at times. I tried to watch movies
to divert  my  feelings,  but  nothing  worked. Friday night, I sent
her an email  with  a  link  to  the  public  site, just for something
to do. I struggled  with  the thought that she couldn't have seen my
private site and I had not physically shown the story to anyone else.

Saturday  was  no better. I woke up at my usual time, but didn't get out
of bed. I lay there thinking about her and the situation. Or was there
a situation?  Was I imagining things? If I wasn't, what was I going to
do? If she knew about the story, how could I face her again at work?
What if she  wasn't  really dominant and just thought I was some kind
of weirdo? Saturday  and  Sunday both found me pacing and looking for
things to do. Simple  things,  concentration  was  at  a  minimum.  I  
even canceled a computer consultation appointment with a client because
I didn't want to deal with the effort it was going to take to keep my
mind on the job.

What  was  I  going  to do on Monday when I went back to work? Where she
sat,  I  could  probably avoid her. I had taken vacation for the rest
of the  week,  so  I'd just have to avoid her Monday and Tuesday. But
did I want to? Did she want me to?

By  now,  you  can  see  how confused and tortured I was. I use the word
tortured  to  describe  the lack of direction to take. Well... then
came Monday.

I  tried to keep my mind on work, keep myself busy. I thought that would
be  the  key  to getting through this. But every hour or so, one
thought would  shoot  through  my  mind. Should I go over by Corey? The
confused thoughts  that  raced  through  my mind every time the
question came up, once  again,  distracted me from whatever I was
doing. Just before noon, the question had been answered for me.

"Paul,  Cory  called.  She  said her PC wouldn't start". Panic. I looked
around.  There  were  no  other  technicians to take the call. "She
said everything  looked  like  it was plugged in ok. You know how that
goes." The  receptionist  said,  grinning. Cindy was in her area! I
grabbed the walkie-talkie. "She asked for you." The receptionist said
as I picked it up. Well, that was it. One way or another I had to see
her.

Thoughts  again  flooded  my  mind  as  I hooked up my walkie-talkie and
headed  out  of  the  office  door.  She didn't seem the kind that
would embarrass me in front of everyone, so I didn't have to worry
about that. But  what  suggestions  or  comments  would  she make? I
could easily be embarrassed without anyone else knowing what was going
on. I was careful enough to use a "writers" name on my stories, so I
couldn't be connected with  them. I always used other names and places
IN my stories, so I was safe there. What was going to happen? Had I
done something stupid? Was I overreacting?

My  palms were sweaty and my hands were shaking as I neared her cubicle.
My  heart  was racing and I felt flush. I stopped just short of her
cube to calm down. "Paul! Whassup, guy?" a friend chirped up as he
walked by. Oh,  no!  No  time  to  calm  down.  She  had  to  know I
was there now. "S.S.D.D.!" I muttered as I continued my mission.

I  walked  around  into her cube with my usual smile, and I was in luck!
She  wasn't  there!  I set down my tool kit and started checking
cables. The  PC  monitor was hooked to the machine in a manner that
didn't allow the machine to be pulled out very far, so I had to get
under the desk to check  the  connections on the back of the machine.
Then I felt her. Her foot brushed my leg as she sat down in her chair.
I froze.

"There he is!" she chirped. "How was your weekend?" I went flush. Was it
my  imagination  again, or did her tone reflect knowledge of what I
went through?  I  looked down. She was sitting with her legs slightly
parted, wearing  the same skirt she had worn before. I could see into
the skirt, that  she  was  wearing  pantyhose, but no panties.
Everything above the waist was above the desk. "Paul?". I jumped at her
voice again. I took a deep  breath and realized I better say something.
"Sorry didn't know you were  talking to me! Too short, as usual! How
about you?" I responded as I  regained  my concentration and noticed
the power cord was halfway out of  the  machine.  It  could have been
kicked... or something. I avoided looking at her legs again as I
crawled out from under her desk and stood up. She wasn't looking at me,
but she had a smile on her face. I clicked on the machine and it came
to life. "There ya go!" I said, a bit anxious to leave at the moment...
yet... not.

"Sent  you an email about another problem I'm having." She continued. "I
had  a  file  attached  to  it  that I couldn't open. Did you get it?"
I hadn't  checked  my  email all morning. It's one of the things I
forgot. "Not  yet,  sorry!  I'll look as soon I get back downstairs." I
replied. "Good. Thank you for getting here so quick!" she said and
turned to look up  at  me. The look was half there. She wasn't upset
with me obviously, but I didn't know what to make of it.

My  heart slowed down as I went back to the office. It may be ok, I told
myself. Let's see what's in this email.

I  sat  down  at  my  desk and fired up email. Her message was there. It
explained  the  problem she had opening the file. I checked the file.
It was  a WordPerfect 4 file. We used MS Word at our office. This was
going to  be  an  easy one. I called her and told her that Word would
not open this  version of a WordPerfect file. Her voice, although it
was soft and sweet,  crackled  like  lightning  over  the  phone.  "I  
know.  I  have WordPerfect  4  at home, and it's not opening there,
either. You consult on the side, right?" I went numb. I thought I
swallowed my tongue. There was dead silence for what seemed like an
eternity.

"Sure!"  I finally managed to almost squeak out. Confusion about what to
say  set  in  again, but it didn't matter. "Good. Here's my address."
It obviously wasn't a question as to whether or not I would come out
there. She  gave  me her address. "Tonight or tomorrow night?" she
asked. There was  no time to think about it. "Tomorrow night will be
fine!" I blurted out. I looked around and was relieved that no one was
nearby to hear it. "See  you  around  6?  I'll have something for
dinner!" She had an early shift,  since she went to college on
Wednesday and Friday, but for me, 6 o'clock  was  pushing  it.  I had
to get home and get the car and get to where  she  lived  in  less than
2 hours, but it was possible. And I was excited  and  yet apprehensive
as a school kid. "I'll be there!" I said, looking around before I said
it this time.

Another  afternoon  at  work shot to hell. So was half of Tuesday. I was
excited,  passing off the harder problems, whipping out the easier
ones; not  telling a soul about anything. On the way home on the train
Tuesday Evening,  it  hit me... my story... I had my first encounter
with her in my story at her place! And I had gone over to fix a problem
with her PC! I  became  oblivious  to  everyone else on the train as I
felt myself go flush.  It  couldn't  be... it was just coincidence... I
mean, I work on computers. She knows that. She just needed help or she
was just using it as  an  excuse  to get me over. It couldn't have
anything to do with the story.  It  was a hardware error in the story
anyway... I almost blew my stop  on  the train. I walked into the
house, washed up and changed. All the  while  thoughts  running through
my head about what the night would hold. I picked up my jacket and car
keys and walked to the car.

Traffic  was  pretty bad, but I made it to her front door at about 5:55.
"On  time! I like that!" she said coolly as she opened the door. I
stood in  shock. She was wearing a one- piece midi skirt, red, bright
red, and tight.  Just  like  in  my  story.  My thoughts raced as I
instinctively turned  and  looked  at  the door, then downward. Oh,
geeez, is this all coincidence? Or does she know?

"Are  you coming in? Or are you going to stand out there all night?" she
smiled.  I  was  startled  slightly and apologized as I stepped into
her townhouse.  It was attractive and you could tell it was a woman's
place; clean,  orderly and kinda "homey". "Let's eat first." She
quipped as she took  off  my jacket. Well, that was different. In my
story, I fixed her computer  first.  "This  way."  She  said  after  
she hung up my coat. I followed  her  down a short hall checking out
her beautiful legs and ass as she walked. Her hair was beautiful
against her neck and shoulders.

I  froze  one again as we entered the small dining room. Two red candles
placed   at   the   sides  of  the  table,  not  in  the  middle.  
Brass candleholders,  red  tablecloth, glasses of red wine. But the
kicker was the  napkins.  They  were  black.  This was all exactly as I
wrote in my story.  The  odds  were now too high for my comfort. Cory
continued into the dining room and looked back at me where I stopped.

"Something  wrong?"  she asked with a sly tone in her voice. I swallowed
hard.  Do I say something, or do I go along with this? I could feel
that my  face was flushed and my palms were getting sweaty again. If
she knew the  whole  story,  this  could  be  the best night of my
life... or the worst.  I  regained my composure somewhat. "Nice
arrangement." I managed to  say.  "Thank you!" she replied. "I
especially like the idea of black napkins  against  a  red tablecloth.
Your idea?" I asked. She smiled and practically  glared  at  me.  "No,  
probably  saw  it in a catalog..." I proceeded into the dining room.
"Or read it somewhere." She continued.

I stopped by a chair, took a deep breath, tilted my head back and caught
myself  closing  my  eyes.  "What's wrong?" she asked slyly. "You ok?"
I opened  my  eyes,  stared at the curtains on the dining room wall
across from me. "Ok, look, I'm sorry." I muttered. She walked around
behind me, as  I  stood  there  frozen,  like  a deer caught in the
headlights of a speeding car.

She  stepped  up against me, he breasts against my shoulders. She had to
turn  her head down slightly to whisper in my ear. Her perfume filled
my nostrils.  "You're  sorry?  Why?  Did  you do something wrong?"
Again, a different  location  in my story, but the exact words she had
said. If I had  been  any  more  nervous,  my  teeth  would have been
chattering. I couldn't  answer.  She  stepped  away and into the
kitchen. "I don't see where you've done anything wrong, so why don't
you sit down?"

I moved to a chair and sat down. I sat there quietly as she moved around
in the kitchen. Oh, no... the food, I thought. In my story, the meat
was filet  minion, with corn and mashed potatoes. Since she couldn't
see me, I  closed  my  eyes.  I'm  not  sure  if  it  was  a prayer or
a general statement.  Please... let this go well, I thought to myself.
I knew this evening could go either way from this point on.

She  brought  dinner out. It was pork chops. She set two more bowls down
on  the  table,  then  moved  to  the  other  side  and  sat down.
"Help yourself," she said smiling. First I took a pork chop from the
plate and set  it on mine. Then took a bowl. I removed the lid. Mashed
potatoes. I spooned  some  slowly  onto  the  plate,  trying  not  to
look at her. I replaced  the  lid  and  took  the next bowl. Corn. I
stared at it for a moment. "Don't like corn?" she asked. I jumped
slightly at her question. "Oh,  it's  fine..."  I  replied.  I spooned
some onto my plate and then started  cutting a pork chop. "Like pork
chops?" She asked. She piped up again before I had a chance to answer.
"Not a real beef person myself... steaks are usually too tough". I
dropped my fork on the plate. The sound echoed in my ears like a plate
glass window shattered by a brick.

"It  seems like you're nervous," she said. "Are you sure something's not
wrong?"  I  wiped  my  hands  on  the  napkin.  "I  said I was sorry."
I muttered.  She  smiled,  picked  up  her  fork  and  started eating.
She swallowed,  took a sip of her wine and smiled at me again. "Oh, you
must mean  the  story.  It  was  about  me, wasn't it?" It was final.
All the torture was over. I was busted. But how did she... it didn't
matter now. I  sat  for  what  seemed to be an eternity staring at my
plate. "Wasn't it?" This time it was more of a demand for an answer
than a question. So much  so, that I jumped. "Yes, yes it was." I
replied. Again, I couldn't move while she continued to eat. I felt like
a trapped animal.

Her  voice  was  soft  again. "You really should eat something." I still
couldn't  move.  "You  may  need  the  energy  tonight."  Her words
shot excitement  and  fear  through  me  as  I sat there staring at my
plate. "Paul."  There  was the command in her voice again. I picked up
my knife and fork and began eating.

"You  know,  you're  one hell of a writer, Paul" she said between bites.
"But  has  it  ever  happened  to you for real?" The fear and
excitement started  a  stir  of  sexual tension that I'd only nearly
felt before in writing my stories, but this was more intense. I felt an
erection coming on. "No, it hasn't" I muttered.

"Hmmm... I really don't get into the word "mistress"... But I like to be
called  by  my  name. You wouldn't mind calling me Miss Corey, would
you Paul?"  I  hesitated.  "No." "No?" she piped back. I almost choked
on my food.  "I'm  sorry. No, Miss Cory." "Good" she replied. I felt
toes move their  way  up my leg to my crotch and stop to rub against
what was soon becoming a raging hard-on. "This is going to be a very
interesting night for you, Paul. Very interesting. Interesting for me,
too."

It  was  a short... but long dinner. The few times I looked up at Corey,
she  was  watching  me intently while she ate. One time, she clamped
her teeth  on  her fork and drew it out slowly. I was literally shaking
with fear,  anticipation and lust. When we were done eating, she stood
up and walked toward my side of the table. "Come with me." She said.

I  followed  her down another hall to the bathroom. She leaned against a
wall.  "Shower  is  right  there"  she said. My mind flashed back to
the story.  "Unless  you're  going to shower with your clothes on, I
suggest you  strip"  she said without moving. Now my erection was
dwindling... I began  to  undress.  I  had  my  back  to  her  as I
finally took off my underwear.  "Turn around." She ordered. My pecker
by now was all reduced to  about  an inch and a half in length. I
turned around. "Funny, felt a lot  bigger  than  that under the table!"
she smiled. She was twirling a toothpick in her mouth.

She  stepped  past me and pushed the shower curtain aside. My heart fell
into the pit of my stomach. In my story, there was a chain and
handcuffs attached  to  the  showerhead.  Corey had two pair of
handcuffs on a bar positioned  at  each  end  just  under  the  
showerhead.  "Look, I..." I started. I didn't even know what I was
going to say. "Get in, Paul." She interrupted firmly. I got in. She
took my left hand and brought it up to the handcuff on the left side of
the bar. I was standing there naked and confused. She took my other
hand and locked it to the other side.

Corey  stepped  back  from the shower and started stripping. "Yes, Paul,
it's  going  to be an interesting night." She said as she peeled her
red bra,  stockings,  garter and panties off. As she stepped into the
shower behind  me,  she  said,  "You  see,  Paul, I don't trust my men
to clean themselves.  They  never  do  a  good enough job for me. I
have to do it myself." I shuddered as I recognized it as another line
from my story. I was  in  for  a cleaning I was not going to soon
forget, and if I didn't stand  and  take  it,  it  was  going to be
worse. In my story, John was threatened  with nipple and ball clamps if
he pulled off the showerhead, so he had to hold his arms up and hang
on.

She  pulled the shower curtain closed and as she snapped on the water, I
muttered,  "please  don't  hurt  me." "What?" she replied. "Please
don't hurt  me,  Miss  Corey,"  I  repeated  more  loudly  through  the
water. "Remember,  Paul... I read the story. I know you're not into
pain. But I also  know  the  ways you make a man hurt without using
steel and pointy objects.  Yes,  Paul...  you're going to hurt. But if
you're a good boy, you'll  be  rewarded."  "But  if you're a good
boy...", yet another line from my story. She remembered quite a bit.

I was positioned so the warm water was running directly down my head and
body.  Corey  reached  over to the liquid soap dispenser and dispensed
a large  amount  of  soap on her hand. Then she reached over to the
window and  grabbed a small brush with a strap. She started rubbing the
soap on my  back,  then  washing  it  with the brush. The first few
seconds felt good,  but  the  brush  was stiff and it became more like
scrubbing than rubbing.  My  skin was beginning to hurt. She proceeded
to scrub my neck and  shoulders.  Then  she reached around to scrub my
chest and stomach. Next  were  my legs and feet. I looked down at
myself and saw that I was all  pink  from the scrubbing and my skin
stung all over. Just like John in my story.

The  first  test was coming. She washed my hair and face with a rag, and
then lathered up again. "Let's see... this was a "test" wasn't it
Paul?" she  said  as she kicked my feet apart, one at a time. At the
thought, I was  already  getting  an  erection.  "And... if you failed,
you'd get a really  long,  cold,  rinse,  right?  Isn't  that  the way
it went?" she continued.  Oh,  geez...  that  was the agreement. She
was to thoroughly wash  Johns'  crotch  and he was not to climax. At
all. John managed it, but in reality, I didn't believe there was a way
in hell I could undergo that  type  of  treatment  from  Corey,  from  
any woman for that matter without  climaxing.  She  pulled open the
shower curtain a small amount, revealing a small clock on the sink.

"Let's  see...  5  minutes,  right?"  she  hissed,  as though she knew I
wouldn't hold out. Both hands filled with lather, she reached around
and took my now half-erect cock in one hand and brought the other
between my ass  cheeks.  She  started  massaging my cock firmly with
the lather and shoving the fingers of her other hand down across my
asshole and into my crotch.  My  cock  rose  in an instant as she
pumped slowly on my prick. Slowly,  methodically  she  probed  and
pumped. I knew I wasn't going to make it. Her lips came close to my
ear. "John may have," she said softly as she pumped and played with my
ass. "But I don't think," she hesitated and  stuck  her  tongue  into  
my ear. "You're going to MAKE it!" As she emphasized  the work MAKE,
she rammed a finger deep into my asshole. She pumped my cock harder and
faster.

It was only 3 minutes and it was as good as over. My knees buckled and I
caught  my breath, clenched my teeth, trying to hold it back, but it
was senseless.  She  won,  as she knew she was going to. I exploded
into the shower  wall  as  she kept her finger in my ass and kept
milking my cock until  I  couldn't spend any more. "Aw, too bad... not
as good as "John" at  this,  are  you?" she said. I was almost hanging
by the handcuffs as she rinsed my cock and ass. She pulled the shower
curtain back enough to step  out.  "Pardon me while I dry off. Oh
yes... the deal." She reached back  into  the shower and snapped the
faucet all the way to the left. I was instantly accosted by an onrush
of ice-cold water.

From  my  position,  the  most I could do was pull my face back, but the
cold  water  still  cascaded  over my chest, shoulders and down my
whole body.  No  matter  where  I  moved I was still pummeled with cold
water. After  having  climaxed  and  been  scrubbed until I was pink,
the water seemed  even  much  more cold. I turned to look out of the
shower to see Corey  seated on the closed toilet applying shaving cream
to the already small  hairs  on her pussy. As she picked up her razor,
she looked in at me.  Probably  expecting  I wouldn't hear her through
the running water, she  mouthed,  "You're  next", pointing at me. That
wasn't in the story, either.

I  was  starting to shiver now as I changed positions, trying to get the
water  to change direction on me. I glanced out at Corey every couple
of minutes hoping she would uncuff me, but she was taking her time,
shaving her  pussy  clean.  Finally, she wiped herself clean and stood
up. Now I was  quivering  in the shower. "Are we cooled off yet"? She
asked coyly. She  reached  in  and turned off the shower. "Oh... I'll
be right back." She  said as she stooped to pick up my clothes. It was
quiet now, except for  the  water  dripping  off  me. Even the warmth
of the bathroom felt better now.

Corey came back into the bathroom wearing a red silk robe. She had a key
and  started  unlocking  the cuffs. "Your clothes are in the washer
now, but  that's  ok,  you  won't be needing them for the rest of the
night." Another line from the story. I remembered that John had
complained about walking  around naked and for his complaint his
mistress made him wear a pair of her panties around the house. I wasn't
saying a word. I was sore and shivering as I stepped from the shower.
She handed me a towel. "When you're  done  drying  off,  meet  me in
the living room" she said as she turned away. Then she stopped. "Oh,
and leave the towel here, Paul."

I  dried  off  quickly  as I could. The heater kicked on and I aimed the
vent up at me to warm up. I sat for about 5 minutes under the warm
heat. It was apparently taking too long. "Paul?" I heard from the
living room. I  hung  the towel on the rod and slowly made my way to
the living room. My pecker looked like it was half an inch long...

"Come  here..."  Corey  said  as  I walked into the room. She was on the
couch in her red nylons, garter, panties and bra once more, with the
red silk robe on over it. The shades were drawn and the room was only
lit by one lamp next to her. There was a pan of water by the coffee
table. This wasn't  in  the  story.  "Sit  down on the edge of the
coffee table" she said.  I  sat  down. "Lean back on your hands." I
did. "Spread your legs wide".  I  obeyed. She picked up a pair of
scissors and leaned over from the couch. She began trimming the hair
from my crotch.

"Please  don't  do this, Miss Corey" I asked softly. She just smiled and
kept  trimming. "What, might look bad to the guys at the club?" She
knew I  was  the  member  of  the health club near work. I didn't
answer. She finished trimming and took a washrag out of the pan of
water. She placed the  pan  on  the  floor  at  the  edge  of the
coffee table and started squeezing  the  water from the washrag onto my
crotch so that it ran off the  edge of the table into the water. Then
she reached into the cushion and  pulled  out a can of shaving cream.
She applied it to my crotch. It was cooling. Then she reached for the
razor.

"I  also  like  my  men  hairless  here, like me. Now... if you sit real
still,  you'll  be okay through this. If not, well, I hate to think
what could  get  cut  off,"  she  said  smiling. She began to shave me.
I sat still.  REAL still. When she was done, she rinsed me off. And
told me to stand up. My whole crotch was bald.

As  she  dried  me  off,  she asked, "Have you ever REALLY eaten a pussy
Paul?"  I  gave  her a matter-of-fact look and looked away. "You
haven't answered  my question." "Yes, Miss Corey" I replied. "Did you
enjoy it?" she  asked.  I hesitated. "Sometimes" I answered.
"Sometimes? Right. How many  times have you made a woman come with your
tongue Paul? Don't lie. You know by now I can tell if you lie." I
closed my eyes and took a deep breath.  Somehow,  I  knew  she was
right. She'd know. I opened my eyes. "Twice" I admitted. "So
"sometimes" you enjoyed it? Does that mean once? Or both times? Or
neither?" I couldn't answer.

"You know, I've found that most guys who want to be dominated are afraid
of  pussy, Paul... is that you? Are you afraid of a woman because of
her pussy,  Paul?"  I  was  sitting there naked in front of a tall
beautiful woman  and  my  secrets  were  being  pulled  out  of me as
if a cop was grilling  me.  She was determined to have me bare
everything, inside and out.  "I  don't know," I muttered. "You don't
know? Paul, Paul, Paul..." she  said  as she stood up and walked around
behind me to the other side of  the  coffee table. "You're a grown man!
Don't answer like a cornered child! You are, or you aren't. Are you
afraid of a woman's pussy? Answer me!"  Now I was confused. I knew I
wasn't AFRAID of a woman's pussy, but I  didn't  know  what  I WAS
afraid of. "I don't think so, Miss Corey" I said. "Another childish
answer." She said.

Corey  leaned  on  the  table behind me and gently licked the base of my
neck  by  my  shoulder.  "Or  are  you  just afraid of women, Paul?"
she whispered hotly in my ear. One of my hands slid off the coffee
table. On one side of the living room wall were mirrors. I heard her
step away and looked  over into the mirrors to see what she was doing.
She picked up a small  footrest  by  an  easy  chair and set it next to
the coffee table behind  me.  It was even with the height of the coffee
table. She saw me looking and looked over at me in the mirror and
smiled.

"Lay  down,  Paul."  I  laid back on the coffee table. "Now, move up." I
slid  up  until  my  head  was resting on the footstool. She went to
the couch  and  brought two small pillows back with her. We were back
to the story  again. I knew what was going to happen, as she placed a
pillow on each  side  of  the stool. "I liked your story, Paul. And I
think it's a great  way  to  REALLY  introduce  you  to  pussy!  
Obviously, it hasn't happened,  because  it  was  just a fantasy,
right, Paul?" I took a deep breath.  "Please Miss Corey..." I begged.
"Oh, yes, Paul. Beg. I love to hear a man beg. Especially a man who's
afraid of a woman..."

Corey  reached  under  the  coffee  table and brought out two ropes with
leather  cuffs  on one end and metal and rubber clamps on the other.
She fastened  the  metal and rubber ends to the legs of the coffee
table and when  she  reached  for  my arm, I instinctively pulled it
away. "Please don't."  I begged. She stopped. She gently stroked my
hair, the suddenly grabbed  a  handful and pulled. I yelped. "Now Paul,
you said you're not into  pain.  Let's  not  find out, shall we?" I
relaxed. She attached my wrists to the ropes then adjusted them so they
were tight.

She turned around and stood over me, so I was looking right up the front
of  her. Her nylons, garter, red silk panties and large breasts,
tightly restrained  by  the red silk bra. Then she slid her hand into
her crotch beneath  her panties and started playing with herself as she
spoke. "So, our  mistress  in your story got her panties real wet
first, right? That won't  be  hard.  I'll  just  think about what I'll
be doing to you in a little while, and what you'll be doing FOR me" she
smiled.

"I  know  you  remember  what  happened  in  your  story,  right?" I was
confused.  I  was  genuinely  questioning  my  situation now. "Yes,
Miss Corey"  I mumbled. Corey pressed her silk panties into her crotch
as she continued  to  play  with herself through them. Even in the dim
light of the lamp behind her, I could see a wet spot forming on them.
She pressed even  harder,  and  I  could hear her moistness beneath her
fingers. She took a deep breath.

"Oh, yes, Paul!" she gasped and bit her lower lip. "You're going to LOVE
pussy  by  the time we're done here." Her fingers were moving around
her clit  and it was almost visible now as the sounds of her moisture
became more  prevalent.  My  cock starting responding to what I was
seeing. She gasped once again and stopped. "It's time, Paul," she said,
panting. She brought  her  legs  together  close  to  my  head and
started taking her panties  off. Then she sat down on my stomach,
knocking some of the wind out  of  me. She stared at me, folding her
panties so the wet crotch was forward.  "Please..."  I  mumbled,  but
she put her thumb on my chin and opened my mouth. She stuffed the wet
crotch of her panties in and closed my mouth on them. I could taste
her. It was sweet, and yet tart.

"I  like  this part next, Paul. Are you ready?" I took a deep breath and
closed  my  eyes. I knew what was next. When she moved, I opened my
eyes again,  just  in time to see her fingers had her lips spread wide
as she pushed  her shaven pussy down onto my face and nose. She was
hot, wet... very  wet,  and at the moment, suffocating. She moved her
hips around in circles  as she let her weight down slowly on my face.
Only the width of the  footstool  kept  her  from blocking my view
upward. She looked down past  her  breasts at me, smiling, squirming,
and then biting her lip as she moved slowly forward and back against my
nose. I, on the other hand, could  not  breathe  and was starting to
panic. Like the story, but this was too real.

I  twisted  my  head,  trying  to  escape her thighs, then moaned loudly
against  her,  panicking,  struggling  uselessly  against the ropes.
She lifted  herself, panting. "Is it just like your story, Paul? Do you
feel like  John?"  I  sensed this was not to be a long reprieve and
grabbed a deep  breath  before she planted her pussy over my nose
again, this time leaning  forward  as  she  moved back and forth
against my nose. She was using it to get off, just like in my story.

"I love this, Paul. Don't you? I love my pussy on your face! You know, I
think  I'll  cum  on your face a few times before make you eat my
pussy. What  do think... 3 times each before you get a break? I mean,
I'll come on  your face 3 times, then I'll teach you to eat my pussy
until I cum 3 more  times.  Yeah,  that  sounds good! How come you're
not answering me Paul?"  She  looked  down  at me, smiling, her breasts
bouncing from her movement.  "Oh,  that's  right!  You're  not  
breathing! And besides, my panties  are  in your mouth!" She laughed,
panting. I could tell she was getting close to cumming. I grunted again
to beg for air, but she didn't stop  until  I  once  again  started
twisting and moaning loudly, on the verge of passing out. She got up.

"Ooop! What's wrong, Paul? Don't want you passing out on me! You have to
go through this awake!" I struggled for breaths of air, and on my
second breath,  she  pushed her wet, dripping pussy back onto my face
and nose. She  proceeded  to buck against my face again, wilder this
time. She was going  to cum. Her pussy was hot and sopping wet against
my face, as she started  moaning  and  bucking.  She  grabbed my hair
and forced my face harder  into  her pussy as she came. It was
trickling up my nostrils and down  my  throat. I couldn't choke,
because I couldn't breathe. I pulled harder  against  the  ropes.  Her
cum soaked her panties that were in my mouth  and  now  I  had  the  
stronger, bittersweet taste in my nose and mouth.  She  was  panting
and bucking against my face like a wild animal now.  I was running out
of breath again. She stopped and moved back onto my chest.

When  I  tried  to breathe in air, I inhaled her cum. That wasn't in the
story  either.  I  choked  and  tried  breathing what I could around
and through  her  panties  in  my mouth, which were now soaking wet
with her cum.  My  face  was  wet  and cold, and I felt her cum
dripping down the sides of my face as well. Eventually, my nose and
throat were clear, and she  was  still  sitting  on my chest,
preventing any deep breaths on my part.

"Well,  Paul!  That  was  nice!",  she  said panting, still playing with
herself.  "Aren't  pussies fun? Oh, sorry, you can't talk yet. I'll
tell you what, when I cum two more times, we'll talk a little then
before you start  learning  to  eat pussy." She watched as I breathed
normally. She continued  to  play  with  herself. After a few minutes,
she was panting again.  She  said  "Uh-Oh,  Paul,  I'm getting hot
again. Are you ready? Well,  if  you're  not,  too  bad!" And she
jumped forward, planting her still hot pussy back on my face. I grabbed
as much air as I could before she started again.

Immediately, she started with circular motions, pushing my nose and face
deep  into her hot, wet pussy. It was different this time, even if for
a moment.  I  felt  myself getting hard again. Maybe because I had time
to take  a  breath; maybe because to have a woman's pussy on my face
really was  a turn on. But it didn't take long before survival began to
kick in once  more.  I  tried  to  turn  my head, I moaned and she kept
going. I moaned  again  and again. I was getting light-headed, scared.
She jumped off.  "Oh,  Yes,  Paul! Almost there! Breathe little boy!
That's all you get!"

I  had  managed  to  grab  a  couple of short breaths before she started
riding  my face again. Her lips were swollen now, and her clit passed
on either  side  of  my  nose  as she went wild, more so this time than
the last.  She  bucked against my face and let her weight down, so I
thought my head would be crushed. She was so far down on my face, my
nose was so far  inside her that her lower belly was touching my
eyebrows. Just as I was  about  to  panic  again,  she  began to cum.
Again, running down my nostrils  and  into  my  mouth,  around the
panties. This time there was hardly  any  room  for  the cum to escape
down the sides of my face. She hopped  of  once  again,  this  time,
turning to sit on the coffee table beside me, huffing and puffing.

"Oh,  GOD,  Paul,  YES! We have to do that one more time!" I choked once
more on the cum in my nostrils and turned my head to the side, trying
to get  them  to  drain out, swallowing what I had to. When they
cleared, I looked  over  at  her.  She  gently  pushed  her fingers
into her pussy, flinching,  more slowly this time. She took them out
and put two fingers into  her  mouth  licking them off, watching me the
whole time, panting, catching  her  own  breath. She bit her lip, as
she began to rub herself more intensely again.

I  was  having  mixed  emotions  now.  At  times  I was turned on beyond
explanation,  other  times,  I  was truly afraid. Then there times I
was both.  I  felt  like crying. I wanted it to stop, but I didn't. I
pulled helplessly  at  the  ropes  as  I  saw her fingers working
faster in her pussy.  Could I take another session of this? Much less
four more? I was weak now. I could hardly pull on the ropes any more.
"Yes! Yes!" I heard her  again  as  she started to move. There was no
choice. I was going to take it again.

She  jumped back onto my face and began the same motions as the last two
times.  Panting  heavier  now, looking down at me as she did. "Last
time this  way,  Paul!  Next  time,  you're  going  to  make me cum
with your tongue!"  She  panted. She began riding my face again,
forward and back, her  clit  rubbing against my nose harder and harder.
Side to side, then again  in  a circular motion. This time, just as I
started to worry, she let  me  breathe.  I found out why. "Breathe,
little boy!" she said. I'm about  to  come  again and I'm not giving
you another one until I do!" I took  breaths  while  she  was panting
out the order. I got one deep one before she took over again.

I  knew  she  wasn't  far off; she was quivering as she drove down on my
face  and  continued  circular motions this time, around and around,
but still not enough for me to get air. But she wasn't coming fast
enough. I started  to  struggle again and began moaning. She looked
down at me and smiled.  "Uh-Uh...  not  yet..."  she  said  panting.  
She kept going... watching  me  as  I  stared up at her, trying to
plead with my eyes. She looked  up  finally,  moaning loudly, but kept
going. I got light-headed again and everything went black, just for a
second.

I hadn't quite passed out, and I came to my senses choking cum out of my
nose and throat once more, but I couldn't see anything yet. My eyes
were blurry as I struggled for consciousness. I felt the panties
removed from my  mouth  and  grabbed  all  the  air I could. As I
grabbed air, I came around  again, my vision started clearing. After a
few seconds, I lifted my head and looked around. Corey was back on the
couch, twirling her wet panties on her finger, panting and smiling.

"Love  your  face, Paul! Is that how you felt when you wrote about it in
your story? Or was it a little different?" I squirmed against the
ropes. It  was  different... quite a bit different. "Please..." I
gasped, still recovering. "Please what? What do you want?" she said
slyly. "Please let me  go..."  She  stood up and giggled. "Let you go?
Let you go? Paul, we haven't  even  reached  page  6!  She opened a
drawer on the stand table where  the  lamp  was  sitting  and took out
a small stack of paper. Oh, God... it was my story.

"Not  to mention, before we can cover the rest, you have to learn to eat
pussy...  the  right way... remember? You know... you picked the
perfect night  for  this.  I'm off tomorrow and you're off tomorrow! We
can take all  night!"  She started leafing through the pages of the
story. "Whew! And  this COULD take all night, especially if you have to
learn to do it right,  first.  And  page  15...  I can't wait..." I
thought back to the story. She couldn't... could she? She glanced at my
shriveled cock. "You know, I LOVED cumming on your face. I'm going to
love doing it more. But you  know  what  else  sounds  like  fun?"  The
things in the story were zooming through my head. It was easy in my
imagination, but this was too hard. I wondered if someone could really
stand everything I had written. "No, Miss Corey" I replied. "This." She
said.

She  moved  down  the  couch and reached under the coffee table again to
pull out two more ropes. She proceeded to tie my feet to the ends of
the coffee  table.  I knew what was coming as she positioned herself
between my  spread legs. It was great in the story, but I didn't know
if I could really  take  it.  If  she  was  going  by  the  book, this
was only the beginning  of  a  very  long pleasure/pain process.
Writing the story, I could stop and masturbate to relieve myself. But
in the story... "I love to  make  a  man  hard..."  my  thoughts  were
interrupted. "But I never refused to let a man cum... well, for so long
that is." I closed my eyes as I felt her tongue brush gently against my
naked balls and up my cock. The  sensation  was nothing like I ever
felt before. My groin begged for more immediately.

But  I was aware that if she knew what she was doing, it would not last.
It  wouldn't  last  until  I came, anyway. She would stop. In the
story, John  wasn't  allowed  to  come  for  a  long time, but he was
teased to aching.  He  begged  to  be released and she wouldn't let
him. This went through  my  mind  as  she  starting licking all over my
balls and cock. Teasing  the sensitive area, licking mercilessly at the
head, then down, slowly.  The  sensations  of  her tongue on my bald
skin were driving me crazy.  I  was  hard  in moments, but she kept
moving slowly, to keep me from  cumming.  After  what seemed an
eternity of sensation, she finally put  my  cock  in  her  mouth  and  
starting riding it, slowly at first, teasing,  then  faster.  I felt it
starting. For a fleeting moment I was sure she was going to make me
cum. Then I felt it throb. So did she. She stopped  and  squeezed  the  
base  of my cock as it throbbed against her fingers.

"Gaaaaaaa!"  I  moaned  as  the throbbing slowed down and the climax was
stopped.  "Oh,  PLEASE",  I begged. But she giggled. "That's not the
way the  story  goes,  Paul,  you know that!" She let go, and my cock
bobbed around  momentarily before it began getting soft again. She sat
down and picked up the story once more flipping through the pages. She
smiled and put down the story.

"Well,  since  you've  only  eaten  pussy a couple of times, I think you
should  have a couple lessons first, before we continue. Don't you?"
She stood up and headed around the coffee table for the footstool once
more. I  whimpered.  I couldn't believe the sound came from me. She
stood over me,  poised  to  start  the lessons. "Poor little Paul..."
she said. "He gets  his  fantasy come true, and he's questioning his
ability to handle it,  aren't  you,  Paul?"  I looked up past her
nylon-clad legs. She was unhooking her bra as she talked and she tossed
the bra away.

"You're  not answering me Paul." "Yes." I said weakly. "Say it Paul, say
that  you're  not  sure if you can handle it. Say it." "Yes, Miss
Corey, I'm  not  sure  if I can handle it." I whimpered. She smiled
down at me. "But  you  will, Paul, you will. Believe me. You'll have
your fantasy if it  takes  all  night."  Then she licked her fingers
and put them in her pussy.  The  lessons  were  about  to start, and
there was nothing I was going to do about it.

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at my waist leaving my hips and ass bare but in front it came down lower in a V, flattening my stomach, pointing to my sex. After finishing with the corset I pulled on my black thigh-high stockings and then my shoes. They were black stiletto pumps that buckled around the ankle. The heel was 5 1/2" high and I was close to 6' tall in them.      

       Now I was ready. I went to the basement to the little room that Master had made for us. There were no more instructions to follow. I went to the cabinet that held restraints and toys and other things and got what I needed.  Firest, I placed the ball gag between my jaws buckling it tight behind my head. I buckled thick leather bands around my wrists, ankles, and neck. There was one other item I would use but that came last. I went across the room to the table. This was something Master had designed and a friend had made. Master used it a lot during my punishments and our play. The legs on one side were stretched far apart, as wide as I could stretchmy legs and still stand upright. To each of these I carefully attached my ankle bands. The leather bench that I was to lay across was padded and came up to my belly. As I lay across this, instead of hanging straight down, my upper body lay on a table of the same padded leather. Master had adjusted the table the way he wanted before he left so now my upper body was hanging down at an angle.

       I reached down the other side of the table and connected the o-ring on my collar to the chain that was attached to the floor. Next was the band around my left wrist. Before I connected my other writst to the table I pulled down the blindfold over my eyes, the last item from the cabinet. Then I clipped my right hand to the last clip, put my head down and waited.

        As I lay in the dark I thought about what I must look like. My long legs, made longer by those viscious heels, stretched wide and held there by the bands around my ankles. My black stockings framing my naked ass. The mound of my sex showing between my spread legs, and my asshole peaking out between my cheeks. My full breasts squished underneath my chest, squeezing out the sides. My arms pulled tight above my head and slightly down keeping them out of the way so it is always possible to see any expression on my face. My jaw distended by the ball gag I had inserted between my teeth and the upper half of my face covered by the blind fold. I was completely vulnerable. and now that I had attached my bands I could not get out of this position until Master arrived and chose to release me.

       This routine was always followed before I was allowed to participate in any type of recreationthat meant leaving the house. This was especially true if other people would be there. Master said it was my sacrifice for the fun I was going to have. Sometimes it was a simple spanking. Sometimes it was much more than that. As I waited in the dark, I became aware of a greater and greater need. I needed to use the bathroom and I knew that Master could stay away for longer than I could wait. This had never happened before. I had always been very careful to use the bathroom before I came down. This time I had been careless and now I was in trouble. With my legs spread I couldn't even squeeze them together. I tried to think of other things but the pressure continued to build until I wasshaking my ass in need and frustration.

       Suddenly, I heard laughter. Master had entered the room and was watching me shake my ass. I felt him run his hand up my leg and fondle my ass for a moment. I moaned with desire and with my need but he had not yet removed my gag so I could not tell him of my need. I felt him move away and heard him opening and closing cabinets. I continued to whimper more and more urgently and continued to shake my ass. Finally I felt my gag removed.

       "Well, slave I see you have followed my instructions."

       "Please, please," I begged, "please Master, I have a need." The only statement I was ever allowed to make in this position.

       "Yes I see that, so you didn't prepare that well, hmm?"

       "No, sir, please may I use the bathroom?"

       "Just a  moment, slave."  Suddenly, I felt something cold thrust between my legs. It was a metal basin!

        "OK, slave, you may go." Master said. I gasped. I couldn't do that, not like this, not with him watching! "Slave, you may go!" Master repeated more forcefully this time.

        "I can't..." as soon as I said the words I wished them back. I had never denied my Master anything and now shame burned through me.

        "You can, slave, and YOU WILL!" Master said in a tone of voice I had never heard before. The basin was removed and I heard him moving around the room again. "You will learn to obey me in all things, slave, and you will learn to never, ever say no to me." He then adjusted the table so I was almost completely bent in half. Then he unclipped my hands. "You will be punished, slave, and you will assist in your own punishment. Reach back and spread your cheeks." I did as I was told, already trembling, inside and out. "Stretch them further, slave, I want that asshole on display for me!" I stretched my cheeks as wide as I could. "Hold them, bitch, and don't let go or your punishment will be repeated. You will receive 5 lashes and I want to hear my grateful little slave bitch count them out and beg for more."

       "Yes Master."

       "Now, let me hear you scream." I heard the whistle as the riding crop flew through the air and then the unbearable pain as it was brought down on my unprotected asshole.

        "ONE," I screamed at the top of my lungs, gasping for air not believing I could take 4 more. "Thank you Master, for punishing me. Please punish your slave more."

(THWACK)

        "AAAAGGH.....TWO....thank you Master please punish my I have been such a bad slave."

(THWACK)

         "AAAAGH.....THREE...." I screamed, crying and gasping for breath.

       "SPREAD THAT ASS!" Master screamed hitting my hands with each word. I stretched my cheeks apart harder.

(THWACK)

         "AAAAAGH...FOUR...." This one came up from below hitting my pussy. I was screaming continually now, stopping only occasionally to count off the lashes or to beg for more.

(THWACK)

         "AAAAGH...FIVE..." Again the basin was placed between my legs and I was told to go. This time I let loose with that last humiliation. Master took the basin away without a word and then wiped me clean with a rough towel causing me to moan in pain.

         "Don't move," he said. So I stood there, bent in half cheeks spread by my own hands, asshole and pussy severely punished, moaning and crying waiting for my Master. Suddenly a hand clasped my head and pulled my face up by my hair. I felt my Master's cock rub all over my face.

       "Who's face is this? Who's mouth?"

        "Yours Master," and with those words he shoved his cock into my mouth, brutally fucking my face causing me to gag. Tears ran down my face as he rammed his rock hard cock down my throat. Suddenly he stopped and pulled away. Then I felt him behind me. He touched a finger to my sensitive pussy and made me whimper, then he slammed his cock into me, making me groan.

         " Who's pussy is this?" He yelled as he brutally fucked me.

          "Yours Master!" I yelled. He pulled out of me and just as forcefully slammed his cock into my ass. I screamed as he violently began to fuck my asshole, my hands still spreading my cheeks apart, giving him access.

            "and who's asshole is this?"

             " Yours Master, it's all yours!" With that he stopped. He came around to my head and slowly removed my hands from my ass and reattached them above my head.

             "You are mine, slave, all mine. And if I wish to fuck you, or beat you, or give you away to be used by someone else I will. And you will obey me in all things."

              "Yes, Master," I panted, still gasping for breath in between sobs.

             "Good. Now, let's begin or we shall be late."

              It always began with a hand spanking. Slowly building the heat rising. I loved this pain. When my skin had been properly warmed Master began again, this time with a wooden hairbrush. Again the pain was familliar and only a little more than the last. I started to moan as each blow landed. The pain building. Again it stopped. This time Master begain again with a wooden ruler. I cried out at each lash, moaning and crying continuously now.  Finally everything stopped. The only sound was my crying and moaning.

           "I want you to understand something," Master said as he kneaded my sore ass and pussy lips making me cry out in pain, "I am preparing you well and thouroughly tonight because I know you will have a good time tonight, and also because I just love to see my slave with marks on her ass." I heard the whistle of the thin whip cut through the air. At the first bite of the whip into my skin I was screaming. " Come on, slave, let me hear you beg"

            "Please, please Master, please no more, please.....AAAAGH....."

am loved this time however, running around with Champ, rolling around with him, just acting like a boy does with his pet.

One day while Adam was petting Champ he noticed that Champs penis had started to come out of its skin, he knew enough to know this meant Champ was getting horny the way dogs do. Just seeing Champs dick out of its covering and long like that awoke something inside Adams gut, he had an incredible urge to grab hold of it, stroke it, give pleasure to the dog he had waited so long to get, and he acted on that urge. The smoothness of Champs cock under his fingers felt so soothing, it wasn't long before Adam's cock started to erect just like Champs.

Things didn't go much further than that for many weeks until one day Adam kept stroking longer than usual and a ball started to grow at the base of Champs dick and Champ started to hump into Adams hand. Soon Champ started to whine and doggy sperm shot our of his dick and all over the floor and Adams hand. Champ walked some distance away to clean himself while Adam had an idea, he bent over and licked all of Champs cum off the floor and licked the rest off his hands. To Adam, it tasted wonderful, a hot salty present from his dog lover.

After that day Adam knew what he wanted, it appeared in his mind like it was his fate, he was going to be Champs bitch, let Champ use him as he wants. He was going to be Champs female pussy, well, his ass was anyway.

He decided on the day and prepared, going home from school as early as he could, buying a lubricant on the way. As we walked through the front door he quickly stripped and threw his clothes every which way, by the time he was completely naked, Champ was standing in front of him wagging his tale happily. Adam went to grab the lube out of his bag and started stroking Champ with it, lubing him up for what was about to happen and giving him that doggy boner Adam so wanted inside of him.

When it seemed enough, Adam got down on all fours in front of Champ. Champ begun by sniffing Adams butt hole and cock. The scent of Adams precum sent Champ into his instinct mode. Knowing exactly what to do, Champ mounted Adams back.

Champ humped away at the empty air until Adam guided his cock to his little boy pussy. Jabbing away at the rim of his ass Champ finally penetrated into Adams virgin ass. "AAAAAAHHHHH" Adam screamed, he had expected it to hurt but it was killing him. Despite the lubrication, Adam definetly felt something tear, and looking between his arms he saw blood running down his legs. Yes Adam was in pain, but it was part of the parcel of being Champs bitch. Eventually the pain receded and Adam really began to enjoy himself.

Champ furiously pounded away at Adams butt hole, his doggy cock sliding in and out. "Goood boooy! Fuck your dirty little bitch! Fill my male pussy with your doggy cum!". Adam loved the feeling of Champs furry stomach lying on his back, his doggy paws squeezing his waist, but most of all he loved the feeling of that cock, hurting his ass 'oh so good'. Adam barked like the happy little bitch he was and squeezed Champs dick with his anus.

After pounding away for what seem like hours but was really minutes, Champs knot started to force its way into Adams flower. "YEEEES, fuck me, stick you huge cock right in me!" Champ went insane with his humping and shot rope after rope of his doggy cum into Adams ass.

To Adam it felt like the sperm was shooting all the way into his stomach, it even looked like his stomach had become bloated, in fact he almost felt as if the little dog sperm were swimming around in his stomach.

Adam collapsed under Champ and stayed knotted to him for around 20 minutes until they detached and sperm leaked out of his abused bleeding ass. It didn't seem right though, the sperm that leaked out was nowhere near the amount that came our of Champs dick.

When he had recuperated Adam eventually gathered all evidence of their encounter so it seemed almost non-existent. Besides the bruising around his anus.

Adam decided to wait a few weeks to recover his butt hole for another session with Champ when he realised something strange. He seemed to be gaining weight alarmingly fast, yet he had developed a tendency to have morning sickness. Then the thing he had hoped wouldn't happen did, his flat chest was suddenly endowed with C sized breasts. Despite his common sense he knew in his heart what had happened. The sperm shot into his stomach had somehow been fertilised and he was now pregnant with one, or most likely many, puppies.

In his mind he knew this was his duty all along, to carry Champs puppies, and he had no plan to abort them. Using carefully picked clothes and spending most of his time in his room pretending to be sick Adam was able to keep his pregnancy hidden by his parents.

Eventually there came the say when Adam was all alone and his butt hole started to feel weird, almost painful at times, he took no notice at first but after a couple of hours he felt something leaking down his legs. He knew it was time, his water had broken. Setting himself a somewhat nest of towels he relaxed onto his back with his butt leveraged into the air. His hole began to stretch wider and wider, till he was sure that it was twice the size it had been when Champ had impregnated him. After a few hours of his ass mucles contracting he started pushing until he felt what must be he first of many puppies being born out of his male vagina. After this had happend 5-6 times, Adam passed out from the pain and effort of giving birth. He awoke to the sight of 2 puppies suckling milk at his bulbous tits and the rest curled at his stomach for warmth.


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and a cute slim petite figure with the most gorgeous of butts and
amazing pert C cup breasts which just seemed to defy gravity. I later
found this was due to her having kids and keeping herself in quite
frankly fantastic shape! She also had the cutest of smiles on her pert
small well defined lips and a sexy voice that could make any man melt!

Dawn was always a nice dresser, when ever I seen her, she always wore
sexy dresses, high quality nylons (which I later found out where always
stockings with garters or hold ups) and heels or those ‘come fuck me'
black knee length boots.

We had socialised several times during the seven months leading up to
the affair and I always found the opportunity to check out Dawn, then
one night as I was coming in from the Friday night drinks after work,
it was still early, about 8pm as I was heading home to change before
heading out on the town, I bumped into her on the stairs and we had
small chit chat and I discovered she was going out for drinks with some
of her girl friends. Dawn looked a little unhappy and I asked her in a
sincere manner what was wrong, Dawn then explained she had broken up
with her partner and was in need of a good night out. I told her I was
sorry to hear what had happened but assured her she would be fine to
which I got a kiss on the cheek and she told me she had to hurry along
to meet up with her friends. At that we parted company and I told her
to have a great night out, she just looked over her shoulder with a
cheeky smile and waved! I could not really see how Dawn was dressed as
she was wearing a long flowing black coat with those sexy damn boots!
That's enough for the mind to start racing!

A little while later after I'd showered and changed I was ready to hit
the town when the phone rang and a couple of friends I was meant to
meet up had to cancel. Ah what the hell, the off license is still open,
I'll grab a few beers and watch a movie or something, thirty minutes
later I was back home with a case of beers and bottle of rum and some
coke! You can't beat a good rum and coke before bed to help the head
hit the pillow!

I was sitting watching the first two Matrix movies and getting quite
merrily drunk after what had been a long week when the door was
knocked, noticing the time it was just after 11pm and I thought it
might the guy from upstairs wanting to borrow something so I never
answered, but the door knocked again so I dragged my lazy ass off the
sofa and answered the door to see Dawn leaning against the door frame a
little drunk and looking upset, inviting her in she smiled and told me
she wasn't in the mood for the pub atmosphere and asked if I wanted
some company as she didn't want to go home to an empty flat. Now not
being one to pass the opportunity of having a sexy ladies company I
invited her.

I offered her a drink and she had a beer and I took her coat and hung it
up for her and we both sat down on the sofa, "make yourself at home" I
said as she plonked her feet up on the coffee table "thanks I will"
with a cheeky sexy smile! I noticed the simply but sexy black one piece
dress Dawn was wearing with sheer nylon sleeves, black nylons and those
pointed toe, high heel boots.

"I've not seen this movie, any good?" Dawn asked

"Yeah not too bad if you like sci-fi" was my reply just as Trinity
(Carrie Anne Moss) came on screen with the trademark PVC cat suit she
wore!

"Now that's an outfit" Dawn said with a lustful look in her eye as she
stared at the screen

"Sure as hell is definitely one for the blokes!"

"And girls" Dawn giggled as she said something to shock me "I have one
like that I got over in Amsterdam, never worn it yet as had no one to
model it for since things got bad and I broke up with him!"

"I would never have guessed such an elegant lady would love dressing up
in PVC!" I said with a bit of sarcasm.

"Anyways" a slight pause and then "lets watch the movie before you get
distracted!" damn she knew how to tease and to be honest the thought of
her in a full body PVC cat suit had the old crotch area stirring!

"Time for a beer for me, you good or want a rum and coke?" I said

"Good for beer, but rum sounds excellent I love it, what kind?"

"Morgan Spicey's"

"Excellent make it a double!"

I went into the kitchen and could not help thinking of Dawn playing the
part of Trinity in the matrix, as I pored the drinks and got myself a
beer my mind wandered thinking what her cute little ass would look like
clad in such a tight material.

I turned the heating up while in the kitchen hoping this would keep the
mood alive and make Dawn feel nice and relaxed.

I had to snap out of it and went through to the living room. I noticed
that Dawn had her heels on the coffee table with her legs bent upwards
and to the side a little, so I had to walk around the coffee table and
place the drinks down, this was when I noticed her stockings clad legs
as her dress had fallen away down over the sofa, stealing quick glances
as too not make it obvious I was checking her out I could see some soft
white skin and then knew she was wearing stockings.

My heart was pounding as I sat back down and there was a stiffening in
my dick, hoping it would not show through my quite tight jeans.

I was having a hard time concentrating on the film as I Dawns high gloss
stockings shimmered in the light along with the shiny boots, I also
noticed her nipples hardening a little under the sheer dress and as she
we both finished our rum's the movie ended.

"Great movie, great rum, I'll just grab some more?" Dawn said, her voice
sounding a little sultry.

"Sure, just in the fridge, grab me one while your up?", I was glad Dawn
moved as sitting next to her and staring at those lovely legs and
thinking of her dressed in fetish outfits had given me a raging hard
on.

When Dawn returned, she sat down facing me with her legs curled up under
her sexy ass and we made small talk about everything and anything and
then Dawn asked if I had ever used internet dating, telling her I had
not but had looked at some of the sites.

The conversation went on and she asked if I had a camera as she might
one day need to get herself online to "land a man" as she put it, I
assured her she did not need to use the internet to find a man!

As we chatted our eye contact lingered long and Dawn said "take a couple
of picture so I can see what there like, you have that fancy camera
that plugs into the computer"

"Yeah I do have a digital camera, You sure?"

"Yeah lets have a little fun it's Friday after all!"

A few minutes later I had the camera setup and moved a chair over
against the bare wall so it was a nice back drop and Dawn posed in
several, sexy and provocative positions. Then she lifted her dress up
to reveal her stocking top and turned to the side, placing her foot up
on the chair and he elbow on her knee leaning her chin on her upturned
hand.

No with the camera in my hands I had no way of hiding my now straining
raging hard on which was clearly outlined in my jeans.

Dawn then mentioned how hot it was getting and stared to unzip her dress
down the back, the camera now flicked into high speed mode I snapped
away taking photo's as her dress fell off her shoulders and to the
floor, standing there in just a thong, bra, stockings and her boots she
sat on the chair, opened her legs lifted them up and grabbed her heels
.... "Think this pose would get me a date?"

"A Date .. fuck yeah, if you don't give every male a hard-on so big it
makes them pass out"

Dawn told me she noticed how hard I was and then said "I need a fuck and
it looks like you do too!"

"Fuck yeah you tease!"

Dawn turned around, bent over grabbing the chair and said, come and get
it.

Switching the camera to video mode and then I was naked in record time,
I knelt behind her and kissed all over her ass and thighs, teasing her
not to get too close to your pussy which was obviously very wet as her
beautiful sweet sex smell filled my senses.

I gently pulled down her thong and kissed all the way down her legs and
boots as I took it off, Dawn moaning as I did so and as her thong
reached her foot she lifted one leg then the other and spread her legs,
"lick me till I cum"

I did not need anymore encouragement than that and kneeling behind her I
rubbed my eight inch cock which was dripping pre-cum all over her
stocking clad legs as I licked gently across her ass and flicked my
tongue on her rosebud ass a couple of times before reaching her pussy
lips, gently kissing them and flicking my tongue along there tight
length.

Licking down to her clit I sucked her out the hood and started flicking
my tongue round in small circles, burying my face in her pussy, my nose
spreading her lips, Dawn was moaning loud now, my arms grabbing her
thighs as I licked and sucked he clit.

I could feel her legs starting to stiffen as I sucked her clitty and her
body start to shake, her juices were pouring over my face like a small
fountain, my cock rubbing against her ready to explode as she screamed,
"fuck yes, fuck I'm cummm ...ing" and I sucked her clitty harder and
faster making sure to make every second of her orgasm super intense.

As Dawn came down from her orgasm she turned around, pushed me onto the
sofa and grabbed my cock, instantly putting her mouth over it, my eyes
closed and her mouth was like a vacuum, her head bobbing up and down
sucking my shaft for all she was worth, it did not take long after the
evening of her alluring beauty teasing me.

I felt my balls tighten and screamed in delight to her that I was
cumming as she massaged my balls and my shaft went rigid and pulsed the
cum flowed from my balls up my shaft and squirt after squirt sprayed
into this wanton woman's mouth.

As I collapse back onto the sofa after the back arching orgasm, Dawn
lent up and kissed me, my lips opened naturally expecting her tongue
but instead I got a mouthful of my cum, all of it and then her tongue
licked mine and we French kissed sharing the cum, Dawn broke the kiss
and said .... "If you want to fuck me in the cat suit .. swallow" ....
GULP! I did not have to think twice about that one!

We lay and cuddled for a little while as I realised I had just swallowed
my own creamy cum which seconds earlier was in my nice heavy ball sack,
which now felt a lot lighter!!

My cock coming back to life, Dawn straddled me and slid my hard cock in
her easily she was so wet, watching as her shaved pussy lips parted
engulfing my shaved glistening cock.

I closed my legs, pushing my balls up against the base of my cock as
Dawn put her feet back and her boots gripped my thighs, the stockings
rubbing the top of my thighs.

She lent back and undid her bra as gyrated on my cock as if she was a
lap dancer, damn her ass was fucking tight I could feel her body tense
and watched in awe as her pert perfect tits were released and her
rocked hard nipples pointed directly at me.

Dawn through her bra over my face and then lent forward rubbing her
boobs in my face and started to really bounced up and down hard,
fucking me for all I was worth.

Moving her bra aside I licked those beautiful small brown hard long
nipples and gently bit on them as I felt her fingernails dig into my
chest, her pussy getting tighter around my cock as she bounced and
gyrated on top of me.

"Fuck me hard, fuck me!" she screamed "I'm gonna cum all over this great
toy boy cock"

That was enough for me as I grabbed her hips and started pounding into
her, my balls slapping her tight little ass and as her pussy muscles
tightened and gripped my cock there was no holding back, I was going to
fill her with cum for the second time tonight!

Feeling Dawn's fingernails dig deeper into my chest I knew she was
seconds from a huge orgasm and so was I, we fucked hard for about
another five strokes and then we both exploded into huge orgasms my
cock exploding into her pulsing pussy and filling her with streams of
hot cum.

Dawn collapsed on top of me and we kissed and cuddled all the time my
cock still inside her until it got soft and popped out, my cum
streaming down over my cock and balls.

We went to the bedroom after this and cuddled up, I must admit I had the
best night sleep and waking up with Dawn next to me the next morning my
first words were "Morning sexy, you owe me a fuck in your kinky outfit"

"Oh yeah ... you might not want to fuck me dressed up ... I can be VERY
demanding" Dawn said in a husky early morning but very dominant tone.

"mmm ... interesting ... but want a coffee first?"

"I would love one and a nice long shower to freshen up!"

We both got out of bed, the flat being really warm due to the heating
being on all night we walked around naked, a real perk of living on the
second floor, no nosey neighbours!

I could not help but notice how sexy Dawn was completely naked, her pert
breasts bouncing a little as she walked and the sway of her firm cute
little ass was incredible, even her red painted toes looked perfect!

I was making the pot of coffee with my back turned and did not hear her
come into the kitchen, the first I felt was her hands on my ass and
cupping my cheeks then she cheekily slid a finger down my ass crack and
whispered "cute lil' ass you have", all I could do was moan as I felt
her hand slide around and tickly my torso then run up my chest as she
tweaked my nipples. As Dawn did this she cuddled into me and I could
feel her shaved pussy rub against my right ass cheek and how firm her
boobs where as they pushed into my back, her nipples always seemed to
be hard as a rock.

Dawn lay her head between my shoulders on my back and said "Today be
could be real fun, but I want us to make love this morning before we
even think of getting into any kinky sex?"

"Kinky sex?" I answered a little surprised

"Well that cat suit and wearing fetish clothes makes me really dominant
and I like to take control, you cool with that?"

"Hell yeah honey, I'd love that, in fact anything with you would be
awesome!"

I felt her hold me tighter as the coffee machine pinged and I put the
pot on the tray, "shall we go through to the living room?"

Dawn giggled ... "oh how good it is to have a maid with a huge cock and
a nice ass" as she slapped my butt, which brought giggles from us both.

I watch as her sexy ass bounced its way through to the living room
follow Dawn with the tray in my hands and my cock growing by the
second.

We sat naked as the day we were born drinking our coffee and I watched
the morning news on TV chatting about the small things in life just
enjoying each others company.

My hard on would not go away and Dawn had noticed this, "does that thing
never sleep?"

"Not with your sexy body and pert little ass bouncing around the
place!!"

Dawn giggled, "so you're an ass man then? Or just an everything man?"

"Everything, but your ass and legs are so cute it's no wonder I'm
raging!"

"I've always liked my ass, showing it off and getting it fucked!"

"That would be a first for me babes, never been with a woman like that
before"

"Honestly?" she replied with curiosity in her voice

"Yeah, always been a fantasy, but never done it for real!"

Dawn smiled in a scheming kind of way and said, "give me 10 mins in the
bathroom and I'll show you what you have been missing, but there is a
condition .. you get to fulfil a fantasy so do I ok?"

"Will it hurt?" I giggled

"Nope it will be very sensual and I'm sure a stoking lover like will
adore it!"

Dawn went off to the bathroom and I could hear running water and the
shower spray a few times, she must be getting nice and clean I thought.

When she came back in she was lay down a towel on the floor and told me
to lie down on my back, as she dressed in her stockings, watching her
pull them up her legs was amazing, then she went into her bag and
pulled out her spare pair of nylons, "your turn!"

"What?"

"You'll love the feeling of out shiny high gloss stockings rubbing
together and remember ... a kinky fetish for you getting to loose the
need of wanting to fuck my ass!"

"Go for it" as I raised my legs"

Feeling Dawn pull up the stockings over my legs was amazing, I keep my
legs waxed as I hate body hair and the feeling of the sheer silky nylon
was heaven!

Once we where both wearing the black hold up stockings she slid up my
body and kissed me, rubbing our legs together and intertwining them,
the feeling was amazing and I grabbed her ass and pulled her close as I
felt her hand reach around and pour lots of baby oil all over her ass
and my hands, "lube me up big boy!"

My fingers explored her rosebud and I slid my middle finger into her ass
just a little, with the baby oil there was no resistance as Dawn pulled
her ass cheeks apart and French kissed me, moaning into each others
mouths as my fingers explored and stretched her rosebud ready for my
cock to slide into the holiest of places!

As I explored her ass started to open up and I was amazed at how tight
it was, I felt her reach over for her bag and take out a condom, a look
of disappointment crossed my face, but she said "its ok, your not going
to wear this it's for something else" as she stretched out the condom
and tied it around the base of my very hard cock. Pulling it around
twice and then tying it in place using it as a cock ring, making my
purple cock head swell up and feel twice as sensitive as she rubbed her
hand over my head and pouring lots of baby oil over it lubing my cock
up real good. The condom cock ring was making my cock pulse with lust
and desire and made my balls feel huge and like they were electric.

Dawn got up on her knees and positioned the bottle of baby oil at her
ass, tilted it up and squirted a load up her ass "mmm .... That should
get you nice and deep!", Dawn's nipples rubbing over mine as she bent
forward ready to mount me!

All the time our stocking clad legs where rubbing along each other and
this added to the sensual and electric feeling that was building up
between us, my cock was ready for action like it was the first time I
had a hard on!

Dawn was obviously enjoying this as much as me, her rock hard nipples,
the aroma of her pussy and the lusty looks in her eyes said she was a
woman who was away to fuck me with all her passion until she had her
desires and mine completely fulfilled.

Dawn raised her as over my cock head, grabbing my shaft and pushing my
cock head into her very slippery well lubricated ass she leant backward
and took my whole length in one, screaming "oh fuck yeah a huge virgin
ass fucker cock in me" as she grabbed my wrists pinned me down and
stared to French kiss me, her breasts pushing into my chest as she
gyrated her ass around my shaft sucking every millimetre of it up
inside her glorious asshole.

My body tensed and my mind went into overdrive feeling the warm baby oil
squirm all over my cock head and shaft as her super tight asshole
grabbed my length and sucked me deep inside her asshole.

Dawn started to bounce up and down on my cock, letting my shaft stretch
her tight little ass hole, her rosebud lips grabbing and sucking me
with every stroke, our kissing was like that f teenagers and then her
mouth went down to my neck where I felt her teeth sink and give me a
love bite as she growled and moaned into my skin.

My cock was throbbing so hard it must have felt like a vibrator inside
her as my balls swelled up, unable to unleash the torrent of cum that
was building up inside them because of the condom cock ring.

Dawn started to fuck me harder and faster, bouncing on top of me,
leaning back and grabbing my nipples as she fucked me and gyrated
around on my cock in circles, all the while our stocking clad legs
rubbing against each other.

Dawn screamed she was cumming and I felt her ass get even tighter as she
leant right back, one hand on my knee and the other dived for her clit,
rubbing furiously as she came and juices squirted all over my torso.

That was all I could take and my cum boiled in my balls enough to squirt
past the condom cock ring and up my shaft, my cock head pulsed as it
squirted stream after stream of hot cum inside her ass deep and
forceful.

Dawn collapsed on top of me kissing me and telling me how that ws one
fucking amazing orgasm, I was lost for words and could barely
concentrate on kissing her I was that overcome with my orgasm.

"So now I guess we could get real kinky" she whispered in my ear as my
cock slipped out of her and I felt the baby oil and cum mixture flow
out of her ass and all over my balls.

"Oh yes, kinky .... What ever you desire Dawn!"

We lay for what seemed like ages kissing and cuddling, what else will
the day bring .....

ction company where he was surrounded by some of the most beautiful actresses, female production crews and support staff. As he was writing his office door opened in came his exotic production assistant with coffee.

“Eric you don’t look to happy” Evie said

“You know very well why”

Evie knew how to take care of that problem. She was dressed in a tight mini-skirt without any indication of a panty line and a blouse that accentuated her large nippled tits. She slowly raised her mini as she walked to the side of his chair. By the time she arrived, Eric saw a clean shaven dripping pussy. She leaned down and kissed him. Teresa knew that he was fucking Evie. It was the extra martial fucking and sex that kept their marriage hot. As Evie was kissing him all over his face, he reached between her silky slim thighs and caressed them up to the wet juncture, where he shoved a finger into that needy wet pussy.

“OOOHHH Eric you make so hot”

She spread her legs wider as three of his fingers now began to fuck her cunt.

“You are dripping, my lovely Evie, didn’t Paul give you enough last night”

“Oh god yes he did, he even brought some guys home”

“You wouldn’t be so wet if they satisfied you” Eric said

“They satisfied me”

“Not the way this pussy of yours feels” Eric said with a smile.

As Eric was fingering her, Evie told him when her husband and his buddies arrived at the apartment she was laying on the couch sleeping. During her sleep her spaghetti strap print dress had slipped up her legs exposing her clean shaven pussy. When she woke she realized that she had masturbated during her nap. Evie continued to tell Eric that she noticed Paul and his two friends each sported a stiff cock.

“And then what happened”

As Evie continued to tell her story, she had unzipped Eric’s slacks and with some difficulty pulled out his 12” blue veined purple headed dick. The description of the events had already precum formed on his penis head.

“As Paul and his friends George and Alan saw my exposed pussy, he lowered his pants, took his dick into his hand and raised me from the sofa. He had me lean over the back of the couch, raised my short dress, spread my legs and fucked me from behind. God Paul really knows how to use his beautiful stiff cock. As he was fucking me, George stood in front of me, with his zipper open pulling out one of the biggest dicks I’ve ever seen. It must have been at least 13”. It even looked bigger circumcised. I became hotter seeing his dick swinging back and forth in front of my mouth. George took the precum from the penis head and smeared it over my lips. I let the tip of my tongue lick off his precum covered fingers and then caressed his mushroom head as he began to moan. George couldn’t hold out much longer and started feeding his massive cock into my mouth. My eyes became glazed over as Paul was ready to shoot into my throbbing pussy. The more he fucked me, the more I was anxious to get that 13” cock into my mouth. Alan joined George by lowering the straps of my dress and started palming my tits and let his hand glide over my nipples. Just touching them brings me around quickly. He leaned over my boobs and gently sucked my nipples into his hot wet mouth. God it didn’t take long for my pussy juice to stream down between my thighs. Paul came at the same time as I kept sucking on George’s  tremendous sized cock. He reached for his balls and massaged them quickly so that the sperm didn’t take long to shoot up to his piss slit right into my mouth. I couldn’t swallow fast enough as his jism kept pumping and pumping down my throat. The three of us were pleasantly exhausted as I stretched out on the sofa. My dress was still around the waist. Alan who sucked my tit nipples had not been satisfied. I opened my arms and pulled him down between my legs. My pussy was filled with Paul’s sperm as Alan opened his pants and let them drop. He too had a massive prick which was ready to fuck me. With his hand he guided it between my wet vaginal lips. It was easy for him to slide right into my sperm oozing pussy. God he fucked me into heaven. Alan fucked me for quiet sometime as Paul and George watched masturbating their ready to ejaculating pricks. As they neared their orgasms, they stepped closer to and shot their hot jism all over my face and dress. God what a night it was Eric”

As Evie concluded her last night’s events, she was so turned again that by now she had removed her blouse and miniskirt, ready to be taken by Eric. Evie rarely wore underwear and if she did it was minimal such as a thong with the crotch buried between her pussy lips. He couldn’t take his eyes of her luscious body as he rose from the chair, shed his clothes and told her to suck his hard aching cock. She was insatiable and willing as she kneeled in front of him and deep throated his big oozing prick. As he felt his loaded balls boiling, he pulled his penis out of her mouth, made her bend over his desk, spread her legs and guided his cock into her wide open wet pussy. It was so easy to slide into her throbbing cunt. He moved in and out, in and out as he reached to her front taken her stiff nipples between his fingers.

“Fuck me, god give it to me, finish me off” Evie moaned

It had been over two days since Eric fucked, releasing his sperm loaded nuts which by now were aching for release. He kept fucking and fucking until

“I’m going to squirt into you any minute”

“Yes, please wash my innards with your hot sperm”

He felt the creamy spunk being released from his balls into the fuck pole, ready to shoot out like a geyser into Evie’s hungry wet vagina. He pumped and pumped until the last drop was emptied into her wild pussy. After Eric pulled out his slow deflating dick, Evie kissed him for a wonderful morning of sex. After they were dressed, they discussed the rest of the day’s schedule.

In London Teresa and Adam were each booked in a suite at the Ritz. Her publicity campaign for Adam’s new software brought many clients to their suites. Teresa sexily dressed for the occasion wore a thigh high slit short skirt with a spaghetti strap top that had her tits bulging over the top and on the sides. As Adam saw her, he couldn’t resist a quick suck on her nipples. He lowered the strap and licked around the areolas getting Teresa hot and dampening her pussy. Adam pulled the strap in place when Teresa said in a mewing sound

“Would I love to suck your cock”

“Later my pet”

A party was planned for that evening.   

 

 

she could sit next to him, shyly, he nodded.

‘So how are you?’ she asked, glancing at his throbbing erection.

‘Er…I’m fine…you?’ he stuttered.

‘I’m fine, I’ve noticed you in classes,’ she glanced at his cock again.

‘Really?’

‘Yeah, you and your friend,’ she winked, brushing her fingers against his leg. Causing him to stiffen entirely, making her giggle.

‘So where are you going in town?’ she asked as if nothing had happened.

‘Err…’ he said, ‘was just gonna walk around for a while… you?’

‘Was hoping to have fun, then I met you and now I really want some fun,’ she winked again and put a hand on his “leg”. He smiled and realised he could relax, well, so to speak.

‘No other plans then? He asked, putting a hand on her left tit, but so other people wouldn’t be able to see. She shifted slightly and squeezed his cock.

‘Not really, oh look, here’s our stop’ she winked.

 

They climbed off the bus hand-in-hand and smiled at each other. Corryn led him down the road until the bus had driven past them and then pushed him down a small alley and into a small abandoned garden and kissed him hard, brushing her tongue between his lips and rubbing his hard-on through his jeans, causing him to groan. He pushed her away slightly and rubbed his hands against her arse, squeezing the cheeks hard, making her moan lightly. He grabbed her wrists and pressed her against a wall, and attacked her neck with kisses and nibbles.

‘Oh Paul, you make me so wet’ she moaned loudly. Paul grabbed both her wrists with one hand and slowly dragged his finger tips up the inside of her thighs then dipped them under the short denim skirt she was wearing. He slid his fingers against her panties, at which she moaned louder.

Paul pushed away from her and pushed her to the floor.

‘Mmm yeah treat me mean,’ Corryn moaned as he undid his jeans and pulled his 12” cock into view, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.

‘Yeah bitch, come here,’ he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to her knees, her hands wrapped around his cock, only just. At 12” long and 3” in diameter it’s easy to say he was the most popular guy in school. She began to rub her hand along the entire length of his cock, her mouth watering. He leant back against the wall and she moved to follow his cock, her lips millimetres from his pre-cum covered helmet. He groaned as he felt her breath on his cock, shivering he reached forward to pull her head nearer. Slowly she kissed his pee hole, looking up at his face, then took his bellend into her hot mouth, causing Paul to moan loudly.

‘Fuck Corryn, suck it’ he groaned loudly and Corryn obeyed his request and started sucking his bellend softly.

: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px; cursor: pointer; color: #006600; text-decoration: none" target="_top">wife changes from her usual, too busy and too tired self into a first rate tease. She will make excuses to walk past me so that she can grind her http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif') repeat-x 50% bottom; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px; cursor: pointer; color: #006600; text-decoration: none" target="_top">ass against my groin. My wife’s ass can defiantly be attributed to her Hispanic half because no white woman has that much booty. My wife knows how much I love her ass and, just as she wanted, my http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif') repeat-x 50% bottom; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px; cursor: pointer; color: #006600; text-decoration: none" target="_top">cock began to swell and fill the crotch of my board shorts. She looked back at me with a deviant grin on her face knowing exactly what she had just done. A few minutes later, when the bulge in my pants began to subside, she came running back into the living room and flashed me her perfect http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif') repeat-x 50% bottom; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px; cursor: pointer; color: #006600; text-decoration: none" target="_top">breasts which, despite her attempts to squeeze them into a C cup, are full and natural D’s. This kind of teasing was common on visits to her parents’ house and despite her apparent sexual energy never resulted in any sexual release. The teasing was more effective because her parents live near a beach, giving her the opportunity to prance around in little bathing suits. Being fed-up with the one sided games (and partly in an attempt to cover my once again bulging penis) I grabbed my laptop and began devising a plan to get even.

       Later that night, and following a series of additional mocking grinds and gropes, I tell her that I miss the old days when we were dating and how adventurous and sexually daring she was. She cracked a half smile and asked in a whisper “what did you have in mind?” I leaned in close and whispered in her ear “what kind of a tease would I be if I told you? Are you in?” She bit her lip as she pondered my bizarre request. “Okay I’m game?” she finally responded.

        Several hours later, when I told her it was time to go, she bolted for the keys trying to stay quiet and not wake her sleeping parents. She was sitting in the car waiting before I could even get my shoes on. I begin driving as my wife tried desperately to guess where we were going. She became even more surprised when I pulled into the parking lot of a major shopping super center. She looked at me questioningly but I replied simply “What? You don’t trust me?” She unbuckled her seat belt and exited the car with a questioning smile. We entered the http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif') repeat-x 50% bottom; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px; cursor: pointer; color: #006600; text-decoration: none" target="_top">store and refused a cart from the greeter. I strolled through random aisles as I watched her eyes dart from shelf to shelf trying to determine what we were there for. Finally we made it to the aisle containing an overly large assortment of towels. We stopped and she once again looked at me questioningly “towels?” I leaned in and firmly pressed my lips against hers pushing her back against the wall of towels. I reached down and grabbed her ass and pulled her against me, grinding my hard cock against her. While grinding I slide my hand up her back and unfasten her bra allowing her breasts to burst free from their constraints. I slide my right hand up and begin kneading her breasts allowing my thumbs to tease the nipples until they become fully erect.

       Then I stop. Her eyes linger closed for a moment as she fights to regain the breath that she had been holding and her lips seek to reunite with mine. Her eyes open and as she fixes her gaze upon me I say clearly “yes towels. We will need two.” I grab two towels and begin to walk to the front of the store. She removes her bra in that special way all women can and runs to catch up to me. She finds me waiting at the door having already purchased the towels and we both make our way out to the car. In the car she tries to continue where we left off but despite my hornier side I say “you have to wait.” I drive back in the opposite direction than we had come and passing her parents house make my way to a competing super center. Feeling her gaze I just smile and shrug. “Are we having fun yet?”

       She bolts from the car and toward the store, this time I’m fighting to keep up. It’s almost 1 AM and the store is nearly deserted. The only workers in the store are the cashiers and the occasional clerk patrolling the aisles. As I enter the store she is waiting for me eagerly tapping her foot in anticipation of what is to come. She follows me as I cross to the women’s clothing section. Once there I look around until I find the skimpiest bikini I can and hand it to her. She takes it, thinking she is beginning to understand my game, and begins to head for the registers. I stop her. “Um..?” I ask. “What’s the matter?” She responds. “I don’t think it’s wise to make a purchase until you know for sure that it fits.” She looks around for the dressing rooms and once we have found them we are both equally eager to get to them. There is no attendant due to the late hour so she quickly makes her way to the first room. Once again I stop her. “No no. Out here in the open.” She looks at me as if I have gone completely mad. “Um…I don’t think so” she says. I remind her “you were eager to show your body in your game…” She looks around and seeing that no one is looking begins to undress.

       Her jeans come off first as she turns away from me and bends at the waist, giving me a revealing view of her ass and her wet lips. She looks back and smiles at me as I realize that she is playing the game too. She then takes off her tank-top exposing her firm round breasts. She squeezes into the bikini top (a size C of course) and ties it the best she can behind her neck and back. She then starts to pull on the bikini bottoms over the black lacy thong she is wearing until I protest. “You always wear underwear when trying on bathing suits” she replies. “We’re going to buy it. I think it’ll be okay.” I respond. Once again she looks around and then slides her thumbs under her waistband and pulls the thong to the floor. I find a seat in the bench reserved for men waiting for their wives to return and slide the leg of my board shorts up until my cock is hanging out the leg hole. I return my gaze to her to find her standing there bare and completely shaven from the waist down. I realize she has turned my game in her favor and I begin to lightly stroke my cock. She walks towards me and kneels between my legs and slowly takes my cock between her lips. I push her brown hair from her face and watch as her head rhythmically bobs up and down on my shaft. As I begin to feel the rhythm she stops and ties on the bikini bottoms and walks to the front of the store, leaving her clothes on the ground. I compose myself as I catch up to her, standing at the door already having paid and still wearing the suit. We make our way to the car and once inside she asks “what else you got” taunting me with her latest victory in my game. I smile as I put the car in drive.

       She continues to tease me during the drive, until I pull into the parking lot of an adult toy shop. My wife is embarrassed by adult stores but none the less http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif') repeat-x 50% bottom; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px; cursor: pointer; color: #006600; text-decoration: none" target="_top">loves their wares. We make our way into the store and begin walking around. My wife is very anxious but puts up a front so as not to allow me the satisfaction of winning. I find a small handheld water-proof vibe that I hand to my wife to purchase at the counter. Once the clerk had rung up the vibe he asked if we would like batteries to go along with it. Before my wife could answer I answered “no.” My wife tuned to me and realized that I had taken back the game. We exited the store and I began to drive slowly to our next destination. My wife staring out the window at all the places we were passing that sold batteries and finally she conceded “you win just stop somewhere!” I pull into the next gas station as my wife bolts to the store to purchase the batteries.

       She returns and as I put the car in drive is tearing through the plastic on both the batteries and the vibe. She assembles her new toy and reclines her seat. She unties her bikini bottoms and begins pressing the vibe into her clit. The light from the streetlights flashing across her lap gets me more and more excited as her moaning gets louder and louder and she is overtaken by an orgasm. She continues to play with the toy until we finally make it to our destination and I drive the car onto the beach. We both get out and bolt for the surf as the remainder of our clothes fly to the sand. We make our way till we are waist deep and I hold her close as I rub the vibe along her submerged clit. She leans into me as my throbbing cock enters her tightness. Our lips meet as I lift her right leg and thrust myself into her. Our thrusting in synch with our bodies floating in the surf quickly brings us both to orgasm. We lazily allow ourselves to wash up on shore where we fall asleep. When we awaken the next morning we dry off with the towels we purchased the previous night. Our only remaining souvenir of our first little adventure.