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First impressions, second thoughts and lasting influence. The one comes from the moment, the next from our experience and the last because we disregard all that and charge ahead anyway. I never should have even talked to her, let alone be pulled into bed. She was West coast, I was East. She was blonde and I was… well smarter than that, I thought.

“Hi, I’m Christi.” She bubbled up in that perky, California way, stepping up next in the bookstore line. She stood tall and tanned all smiles with perfect white teeth in denim cut-offs and a silly bare midriff white top with full length sleeves.

“These girls must have cold arms and warm bellies,” I thought to myself sarcastically and had to grin because it was a very sexy belly.

She held my book in her hands and waited for my acknowledgement before handing it over to be signed.

“So, Christi, do you like my book?” I asked the obvious question every first time author loves to have answered.

“Oh, I haven’t read it. I’m getting it signed for a friend.” She put offhandedly.

Well that made me pause and I looked up at her over my red rimmed glasses. “Really? Well that’s awfully nice of you, but I’ve just written an inscription to Christi.” I pointed out a little exasperated.

She leaned over the table and looked at what I had written on the first page of the slim tome. My eyes couldn’t help but gravitate to the opening of her shirt. They weren’t big, on the contrary, they were small and athletic, subtle platforms for what I imagined to be rosebud nipples.

“Just add an apostrophe “S” and BFF Jenna.” she said helpfully. “Then she’ll always remember I stood in line for this.”

I wrote what she asked and handed back the book without another word. She smiled again and gave a silly wave goodbye before turning and bouncing happily away. “Californians” I thought with distaste and shook my head as the next person approached. I had been feeling lightheaded and queasy most of the morning and before I got two more done I had passed out.

I awoke on the floor with my head and long dark hair in a warm lap and looking up at firm breasts encased in soft white cotton. I was in the lap of Christi, who was administering the last of a pillsbury gel icing into my mouth. I looked up into those green eyes that seemed to smile, happy that I was conscious. When I tried to get up she pressed my shoulders back down.

“Don’t rush it.” She said softly.

“Christi?” I remembered her name from just minutes before.

She truly smiled as she looked down at me. “Well your memory seems to be OK. You’re diabetic aren’t you?” She held the used tube in my sight. “Found this in your shirt pocket.”

“It’s in case my sugar gets low…” I began.

“I know.” Christi put in. “I’m a nurse. You didn’t feel any signs before this?”

“Sometimes it dips really fast. I put myself on a special diet that keeps it low, but my doctor hasn’t changed my medication yet.” Slowly I sat up.

“Well, you should listen to your doctor, but maybe you should also get a new one because this one’s not listening to you.” the blonde advised surprisingly sagely.

Christi stood up and helped me to my feet. She was half a head taller than me, slimmer but still very womanly in her curves. My own chest I knew dwarfed hers but her rounded half globes fit her athletic body and I caught myself again ogling them through that stupid white shirt.

“You really should get something more substantial to eat.” my blonde savior advised. “There’s a place a few stores down that makes great avocado tacos.”

“What about my fans?” I tossed my head towards the small crowd still on the other side of the table.

“They just saw you pass out. I’m sure they’ll understand.” Christi insisted.

“Will you show me it?” I cocked my head and bit my lower lip.

“Sure” She gave that bubbly smile that moments ago I found vapid and annoying but was beginning to find rather charming.


After some apologies and a parting of the crowd that actually gave me pats on the back for my recovery, we found ourselves at a little storefront table with soft tacos stuffed with vegetables with not a piece of meat in sight.

“I should really thank you for coming to my aid.” I said as I bit into what was basically a tortilla wrapped salad.

“I’m just glad I was there, Emily.” and Christi really meant it.

“I’m sure someone would have eventually saved my life.” I half laughed.

“Still, you should have a note with that icing if you’re going to carry it, not everyone would know what it’s for”

“I guess I AM lucky,” Now I smiled at her, “that you were there for Jenna to be there for me.” God that sounded better in my head, but she smiled anyway. “I should take these to go and get back, but I’d really like to thank you. Could I buy YOU dinner tonight?” I couldn’t believe how bold I was. “and what if she’s straight?” the thought finally occurred to me. “You’d have to pick the place though.” I finished nervously.

“I could bring Jenna.” She chimed right in. “She’d love to meet you.” She picked up the thin book and waved it.

“Oh, uh, of course.” I said. If she is gay Jenna might be her lover, “Jesus, Emily!” I screamed in my head, chastising myself.

We exchanged cell numbers and went our separate ways.


That evening in my hotel I put on my burgundy knit dress. It was sleeveless and kind of short. I would have worn the little black one that was sexy as hell and slimmed down my rump but if Jenna was there it would have been too much and I would have looked on the prowl. I played it cautiously. The knit dress with white hose looked classy and calm, but sleeveless and tight up top and the ‘girls’ were well on display. I nodded in the mirror liking what I saw. Now if only Christi did too.

Walking down to the lobby in the red knit dress and the littlest of handbags all my insecurities came rushing back. “One step at a time, Emily” I reminded myself. “Have dinner and conversation. Enjoy the evening with people… no matter what happens.” Jenna and her being a couple would probably be worse than her being straight, because then I’d be a third wheel.

Arriving by cab I found myself at another quiet mom & pop kind of place, small but clean with wooden tables painted black and chairs to match and in the corner was Christi waving at me. I was nearly over dressed for this place, but she looked good. The blonde had traded the shorts for tight faded jeans and a red v neck sweater that I KNEW had nothing under it. She still had her hair pulled back but it just made her look fresher. 

As I sat down I looked around, “So no Jenna?” I had convinced myself on the cab ride that talking with a reader would be fun.

“No, she pulled a double.” Christi shrugged before saying, “nursing, gotta love it.”

“So she’s your best friend?” I hunted for relationship confirmation.

“Oh yeah, I’ve slept on their couch many times.” The blonde paused “Usually when I’ve had too much at this place.”

‘Their’, that was the clue. Jenna had a partner and it wasn’t Christi. “This place?” I questioned, looking around at the small restaurant

She reached across and touched my hand in excitement, “Oh, they make their own Sangria” She patted my hand, “and it is the BEST! So fruity and smooth you forget it’s alcohol.”

“Sounds great.” I smiled. “I could use a wine” I thought, or two.

We ate and drank and talked about Los Angeles, about New York, and bands and songs, but never about writing. She really wasn’t a fan, which was OK. She was into me for me, not who I was or any of what I did. We were just girls hitting it off. I could make her laugh when I did my Bronx and Brooklynese, sounding like “Tony Soprano” she said. I was loving the way she laughed. It was a full go, life enjoying laugh, no tittering behind her hand for this girl. She was open and it was making me open.

After a couple hours, much Sangria and leaving a big tip, we decided I needed a cab because she needed one too. We rode side by side to my hotel still talking and laughing. Sometimes my hand hit her knee and I wasn’t in a hurry to move it. When we finally got out she helped heft me out of the cab by my underarms and pulled my face right to her tight rounded tits. We both smirked a little until she said “Oops”. But she laughed and I wasn’t sure it was an accident. I hoped it wasn’t an accident. I put it to the test.

“Wanna come up? We can call another cab.” I offered. “You can see half the city from my room.” I lied. It faced the back street.

“Sure” Christi didn’t hesitate and slammed the cab door.


It was silence in the elevator, but the blonde goddess kept looking at me and I never turned away. We were at that impasse where more words were just words and wouldn’t help. It was time for action but who would move? I opened my door and stepped in. Before I could turn she had closed it and now she was right there. I had to look up into those eyes. I swallowed…

“Um…” And she kissed me before I could say anything. She kissed me hard. I felt her hand at the back of my neck as she held me to her. Now I moved and reached for her face cupping it as I returned her passion, mewing into her mouth. She tasted of Sangria and peppermint tic-tacs. Her other hand pulled my body to her. Christi’s body felt firm against me, a slim active California girl wrapped into my soft curves of flesh. I put my arms in deeper and wrapped them around her head holding me up to our forever kiss.

I felt her hand cup my ass and squeeze the flesh there, as she backed me into the wall. I was pinned and it’s where I wanted to be. Our breath shot out of our nostrils as our passion grew hotter until finally she broke it and dove into my neck. “GOD, she bit me” just a little and my knees went weak.

“Christi?” I was able to voice out.

“Mmm?” she mumbled under my dark hair.

“Bed,” I suggested with that one word. If she kept at my jugular I didn’t think I could keep standing.

The blonde Goddess slowed down and pulled back. Her eyes went up and down me in lust and hunger and then she leaned in, touching foreheads. Her hands slid along my sides constantly caressing as we caught our breath. Almost nose to nose she finally spoke.

“I lied. I did read your book.” She confessed looking into my eyes. “I think you’re amazing,” Christi was still breathless. “But I didn’t want to come off as a weird fan girl or let you take advantage because of it.”

“O-K” was all I could squeak out, looking up to her needfully. She held my lust at her fingertips and NOW she decided to come clean?

“Alright?” She sought some kind of forgiveness for her little lie and now I moved in and kissed her into absolution.

I kissed her as deeply as she had kissed me. I wrapped one leg around hers. If she wasn’t taking me to the bed she had damn well better help hold me up. My fingers went all up into that golden blonde hair and my tongue into her mouth. She held me. She took me and held me to her own body. I felt her grind against me and I grunted encouragement. Gently I bit her lip and pulled a little. She responded by SMACKING my ass. “Oh YES, California girl, that’s how we do it!” I thought wickedly and leaned into her. Christi hefted my thigh higher and pressed me hard into the wall. She rocked our groins there, mashing hard. I undulated my hips to meet her rhythm, but in the opposite direction.

I let my fingers slide down her red sweater to press at her firm breast. It just filled my hand and felt so warm and supple. Through the yarn I found her nub, standing out and rigid. My middle finger ran across it, back and forth. I didn’t think it was possible but it got harder. I pressed it between my fingers and softly mashed her breast to her chest. Christi mewed and I opened my eyes to see her head roll with lids closed softly. I Broke our kiss and nudged into the front of her throat as I pressed that taut little titty.

“Mmm, no.” She said softly and disengaged our tangled limbs.

I stood in shock at this tall blonde haired tease. “No?”

But she looked at me coyly with a sexy finger playing with her lower lip. “Clothes.” she put simply but somehow pouting.

“Oh,” I smiled back and moved away from the wall and back towards her embrace.

My fingers went to the button of those faded jeans while Christi nuzzled my neck as she pulled the zipper down my dress back. She pulled it off my shoulders and had to slide it down my body, bit by bit. It fit snug, but it was supposed to. She pushed it passed my 36 D black bra and down to my waist. I watched her stare at the “girls” and smiled as she brought her hands back up. She hefted them, “they always do,” I thought to myself. She was gentle and gave soft squeezes.

“I want this off.” She spoke softly as she tried to thumb my nipples through the material.

I thought of reaching back and unhooking it, but I wanted her to undress me. I turned and shimmied my butt, pushing the dress past my hips while looking back with my hazel eyes over my shoulder. Christi answered my beckoning stare by pressing up behind me. Quickly I was unhooked and she formed her body around me. I felt her breath at my neck and my boobs suspended by her hands. My nipples turned into bullets as she pulled them and bit my neck again.

My knees went weak like before. Her right hand slid down my belly and into my soft thatch. I opened my legs  for her as she cupped my mound. Christ nibbled my neck and my ear. She mauled my soft titty while stroking my muff. For my part I reached behind and rubbed her blue panty covered ass and she kept grinding into mine. I was happy but I’m sure she got the short end of the stick.

Finally she broke it off and taking my hand led me over to the hotel bed. I sat down at the foot of it with my knees spread and her standing in between.

“I want this off.” I copied her with a giggle, pointing to her red v neck.

Christi crossed her arms and grabbed the bottom and yanked the sweater over her head.

“Oh my God” I thought, or more correctly, “My Goddess.” She was taut and tanned. Her body was athletic and sculpted. I saw toned muscle and a perfect tummy. Nothing was pierced or tattooed. I sat in awe, and yes, she had delicious rosebud nipples. My fingers reached out to her firm belly and along her sides. I kissed it as I hooked my fingers into her panties, pushing them down to reveal a wispy golden muff. As she stepped out of her underwear I just dropped to the floor and put that sex right in my mouth. Christi straddled over top of me and held me by my head, but my hands were on her ass and my lips were glued to hers. I lapped hungrily at her wet pussy, my mouth covered it and sucked on her vulva. My Goddess sighed her contentment and ground into my chin. I slurped her, I suckled her, I feasted on the flesh before me. Her scent intoxicated me and I was never fulfilled. She forced my neck to the edge of the bed and putting her hands on it, rode my tongue.

Trapped there, she tribbed my head, rode my pink worm as if it were a small cock. She grunted over top of me, swirling those hips for more. My nose mashed her clit and when two fingers were finally put in, My Goddess went crazy. She bucked my face as I slammed those fingers to her hungry little slot, her panting was like an engine at full speed. And finally she cried out. Her ass was a rock as I clung to it, her legs like boards, but the rest of her shook above me. Her climax a song to my ears and her convulsions a sacred dance, until ultimately she rolled off and plopped next to me on the floor.

My face was coated and she was still getting her breath, but I kissed her anyway. I put my tongue in her mouth and straddled her lap. She kissed me back and put a hand to my ass. The other went into me. Two fingers she shoved deep into my dripping hole. I held her face like before and on my knees began to ride her hand as our tongues intertwined. Christi broke the kiss to focus on my boobs. She held one up and brought the big nipple to her lips. I wrapped my hands around her head and held her to me as I fucked her hand. My Goddess sucked on me like a hungry babe. I rocked my hips and rode as she quickened the pace. My head went back and I moaned when she bit down, “God, this girl loves to bite” I thought, but I loved it.

Christi ate my titties one by one, getting the nipples hard and pulling them with the perfect suction. I was rocking in her lap as she fingered me so deep. I could feel my silky walls crushing in, gripping her fingers. Her pace was good but I needed jack hammered.

“Make me cum, Christi.” I pleaded.

She let go a titty and gave a roguish  smile, “We got all night, Emily”

“Yes, but make me cum NOW” I demanded.

“Stand up then.”Christi was confident. “I got this.”

I stood with my hands on the bed and her between my legs. She kissed and nibbled my thighs as her fingers started pistoning. Christi did just short, fast strokes, giving her fingers a flick at the end every time she pulled them out. Each time she strummed my “G” spot. Each time she made my body sing. I held my legs wide and my fists gripped the bedspread. My pussy would clench hard when she left it, trying to bite down on the emptiness. I was panting above her with my head hanging. She knew what she was doing and I was loving it. She shoved them in deep now and really rubbed it back and forth, right on my spot.

“Christi, I’m gonna squirt!” I cried out in a quaking voice to warn her

She didn’t get out of the way. Instead she smacked my ass. “You squirt it, baby. You squirt it all over me!”

Her hand must have been a blur, my pussy was on fire, and starting to spasm. My head hung low and I could see Christi right under me, waiting for my squirt. She’d go hard and fast with quick jabs and pull out, then the quick hard jabs again until…

“Aaaahhhhhh.” My legs shook, my body rocked and my pussy convulsed, and I juiced all over her face and chest. It squirted out like a jet and Christi let it all shower her.

She pulled me down to her and put me back in her lap. My legs wrapped around her and hers were crossed under me. I draped my arms over her shoulders We both reeked of sex and sweat and it was wonderful. She kissed me and I tasted my own juice. Her hands kept roaming and her kisses never stopped. It seems we weren’t done.

People talk about making love all night. I never had before, but the sun was actually breaking the horizon as we collapsed side by side on the bed, exhausted but smiling. I had another book signing at ten, then I was supposed to go up the coast. She was next to me when I fell asleep, but when the alarm went off at nine thirty she was already gone.

Yes, I never should have even went out with her, let alone made love to her, but I’ll always remember that night. I haven’t been back to California for three years. New York is the place to be, where people have character… or are one. Where the restaurants stay the same. Hell even the delis just go from father to son. New Yorkers never…

“Whatcha writing, Em?”

“Nothin’, just filling in the blog.” I answered.

My love leaned down and kissed me and copped a feel as I sat there at my desk, to be fair I patted that sweet tight ass.

“Coming to bed soon?” she looked down at me with expectant eyes.

“Just let me finish, Christi,” I said, then watched that blue pantied Goddess move away.

...New Yorkers never change and eventually we always come home, but sometimes, sometimes we bring back souvenirs.

Till next time, reader.

~Emily~


The  End.

My name is Jack; I’m from nice town called Kimberley. It’s a typical small town to me and like every other town it has its jocks, nerds, hot girls, etc.

You get the idea. Not to brag but I’ve been told I am a pretty good looking guy.
I’m 5’11” tall with black hair, brown eyes, and coffee colored skin. During the summer I swim and workout
During the winter I work out at home, I’ve done this for a while so I have a well- toned body with six-pack abs.

Anyway, my work is pretty boring, long hours and not enough pay but there’s one thing about it that makes me sad when I have to go home.
There is this girl there that makes my cock hard with the mere thought or sight of her. She works in the same place and brightens my day.

Her name is Mandy; she’s about 5’4” with long black hair that goes to about the middle of her back. She has sexy brown eyes, and skin about the same color as mine only a bit lighter.
She’s Hawaiian (I know because I’ve asked her) and very nice and cute. She’s a bit on the chubby side but it only seems to add to her growing allure and sexiness. She has pretty big boobs, I think about a D-cup and a large, fat, round, juicy ass that sways as she walks.

She’s the same age as me and nice but I’ve only talked to her a couple times and have been too shy to ask her out.

She’s opposite to me in many ways where I’m tall, she’s small. Where I’m toned and muscular, she has voluptuous curves. She is so attractive and is sex on legs to me!

I’ve been with a few girls but there was something about Mandy that made me scared to ask her out so I’d been reduced to jerking off to fantasies of her. I never thought I’d be able to get Mandy until one day a few weeks ago…

It was a normal day like any other and I was heading to lunch when I accidentally bumped into her.
“Oh sorry Mandy,” I said.
“Oh it’s alright, Jack,” she said with a beautiful smile.

She was wearing a sexy tight pink sweater that hugged her large breasts. There were central buttons from the neck that stopped at her cleavage. The first three were unfastened and gaped open suggestively. 
She also had on a black mini-skirt that just barely covered her delicious rump and she wore bright red nail polish and 6” high sexy open-toed stilettos.

She looked so sexy and hot I could feel my cock hardening and had to use my toolbox to cover the bulge forming in my pants.

I was so caught up in her attire that I didn’t realize I was out of it until she snapped me back to reality.
“Oh sorry Mandy, you just look so sexy” I mumbled.
“Crap!” I thought chiding myself and trying hard not to blush. I meant to say “nice” or “cool”. I was expecting her to be “creeped out” or something but instead she gave me a slightly seductive looking smile.

 “It’s OK, Jack; thanks for the compliment. You don’t look too bad yourself,” she said with a grin.
 “You wanna eat lunch together?” she added. She was actually flirting with me!

 “Yeah that’d be cool,” I said, trying to sound cool but my heart was hammering away.
This felt like a dream! I was finally talking, really talking to THE girl I had a crush on.

 So we got our lunch and ate together. We made small talk about our hobbies and interests and etc.
She kept flashing me that seductive looking smile which I didn’t really understand but I didn’t hate it either. She looked so pretty.

Soon lunch ended and we had to return to work unfortunately. But before we parted, she asked, “Do you think after work we could drive over to your house and hangout?”

I felt like I had died and gone to heaven!
I said, “Yes, of course.”

And she smiled even more seductively and winked at me.

All the rest of the day I was waiting for it to end so I could hang with Mandy. It felt like ages but finally the day was over.
I went outside and waited for her when all out of a sudden a work colleague called Kirk came over and asked why I was still here.

Kirk was a good looking man who had girls fall at his feet all the time. He had a certain model type girl he would always go for and anything else was an imperfection to him. In truth, he was a shallow prick and never looked for anything more than skin deep beauty, dolly birds who would look good on his arm.
I was so excited to go on a date with Mandy I told him everything.

At the end he castigated me, “Are you fucking Crazy Jack! She is so fat it will take you two days to get off her.”
“Well Kirk, I think if I’m going to be on her I would never want to get off her again!” I retorted back, shocked at his prejudice against voluptuous and curvy ladies.
Just at this Mandy came out and I took her hand and walk over to the car.

“I’m not deaf you know. I’ve heard what you and Kirk talked about. I know you like me and want me a lot. And honestly I feel the same, even more now after what I just heard.” she said.
I was floored speechless at her admission. She liked me too! I think my mouth actually dropped open!

I opened the passenger door of my car, for her to seat herself and shut it again once she was safely inside. I ran round and sat in the driver’s seat and we took off for my house. While I was driving though, she put her hand on my leg and started rubbing and said something I’ll never forget.

She purred, "You’re a very sexy guy; you’re nice, cute, and sweet. When I see you at work I just wanna rip your clothes off and fuck you till we’re both sore. Just looking at you makes my nipples rock hard and my pussy dripping wet like a faucet,” she said.

Oh my god, she talked dirty! I loved dirty talk!

I wanted to keep looking at her but I had to focus on the road. I told her, “I like you a lot and I can’t wait to we get to my house.”

The next time I looked over at her she had hiked up her skirt to reveal she had no panties on. I was looking straight at her smoothly shaven pussy right there, in my car!
Her juices were dripping out on to the passenger’s seat!

“Do you always not wear panties?” I croaked.
“No, but today I was doing it for someone special,” she said with a wink.
That sexy little minx planned this!

The next thing I knew she stuck two fingers in her pussy and started fingering herself and moaning.
I kept taking occasional glances but had to keep my eyes on the road too! She looked amazing jacking off in my car!

Then before I knew it she took her fingers out of her pussy, waved them under my nose and then pushed them in to my mouth.

I opened my mouth and let my tongue explore her delicious taste! I sucked them clean and the taste and smell of her pussy was sweeter and more intoxicating than I could’ve ever have imagined. At that point my cock felt as though it was harder and bigger than it had ever been before! I was hard enough to cut through diamond!

A huge bulge had formed in my pants. She noticed and it was obvious by the look in her eyes that she wasn’t about to wait until we got to my house.

“I saw that bulge during lunch; it looks pretty damn big,” she said as she reached over, past the console, and down to the bulge. She started to unzip my pants.
“Mandy, can’t you wait till we get to my house, I need to focus on the road,” I pleaded.
“No I’m not waiting another damn minute, I want this fucking cock now,” she said as she unzipped me.

The sound of that zip seemed so loud as it went down. I was pretty sure I had never heard anything that sounded so erotic before!

She pulled my pants and underwear down a little and my cock popped out. It was a throbbing, raging hard on!
She gasped as she said, “Damn Jack I never knew you had such a big cock.”

I smiled. I don’t like to brag but I do have a have much bigger than average cock. It’s about 8.5 inches long and 2.5 inches wide.

 She looked up at me with a wicked grin and said, “I’m going to enjoy this fucking big dick.”
The she took the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. I was in heaven. It took me all my will power to keep us on the road and to my place.

Thankfully though we finally got to my house and I quickly put my cock away and got out of my car. As I did though, she shoved me against my car door and started kissing me passionately.

I rammed my tongue in her mouth and explored hers with mine. I could slightly taste my pre-cum on her lips but I didn’t mind.

We quickly made our way into my house and as soon as we were inside I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder making her squeal and giggle. I was boss, not her here. I smacked her ass which made her moan in pleasure. I carried her up to my bedroom and tossed her on my bed.

I don’t know what came over me then, but I liked the power standing over her and started dominating her - this had always been a fantasy of mine and she seemed to like it! It spurred me on to act out my fantasy.

“You little slut, you planned this whole thing didn’t you? I’m the Master here and you’re gonna get it the way I want to give it to you, you fucking little tease,” I said in a commanding and self-assured tone.

Surprisingly she was accepting of this as she said, “Yes master I planned this. I’m sorry for teasing you but, Master, I just wanted you so bad. Please Master, make me your slut! I want to be your special little slut. Yours and only yours!” she said in a seductive tone.

“Bend over the fucking bed now,” I said.
Which she did quickly.

I looked over that amazing large butt and my mouth just started watering.
I couldn't help myself; I just had to slap that big booty with my hand. She yelped as though she were surprised, then let out a low erotic moan that signalled to me that she liked to be spanked.

I went a little farther and pushed up her leather skirt, exposing her amazing and juicy ass. Her hide were beautiful twin moons. I massaged and groped her cheeks and peeked at her pussy and special rosette as I parted her to gaze in her ass valley.

I just went for it, at that point. I started spanking that fleshy hide like nobody's business.
I smacked her ass hard over her short skirt which made her whimper and moan. Part of her ass cheeks that were exposed turned a nice red. I gave her 10 slaps on each cheek and cupped her pussy to rub roughly in between. She liked it as she was so juiced up.

She seemed to enjoy the hard hand spanking she was getting, as she cooed and squealed with delight. When my spanking hand landed, it jiggled her beautiful bottom flesh.
I noticed that I had a raging boner at this point and when I saw that her sexy ass was getting redder and redder, I almost came right there!

“Please Master harder,” she begged between moans.
But I was the one in charge.

“No slut, I’m in charge now. Get up on the fucking bed, get your ass totally naked, and spread your legs but keep the stilettos on. They look sexy.”

She quickly stripped out of her clothes and spread her legs.
Before I dove in for my treat I admired her magnificent boobs, cute sexy face, and smooth little pussy. I had her exactly where I wanted her!

I crawled up on top of her and started licking her nipple on one breast and squeezing the other then switched which made her moan aloud.

“Oh yes Master... Yes... That feels so damn good,” she moaned.
 I then started sucking her nipples hard while I used three fingers to rub her juicy pussy.
“Ohhhh shit,” she moaned as I continued to pleasure her.
I then began to kiss my way down her body to her pussy.

When I got down there, I said, “You are not allowed to cum until I say so, if you even start to fucking cum without my permission I’m going to punish you worse than I did that big ass of yours! GOT IT!?”
“Yes Master, I’ll try my best,” she said in her sexy baby tone.
 So I started to tease her by only kissing her inner thighs making her bite down and moan.
“Ohhh Master, please stop,” she begged.

I started licking and nibbling around her pussy, then I gave her slit a quick lick and went right back to kissing her inner thighs driving her nuts.
“Master, please I beg you, please eat my fucking pussy. Please eat your slut's pussy. Please, I want you to eat it so bad. Make a meal out of it. I beg you!” she screamed.

I kissed and licked her inner thighs a few more times then went for her pussy. I licked her slit up and down slowly making her shudder in ecstasy.
“Ahh shit…shit Master you’re making me feel soooo fucking good,” she moaned.
 I opened up her lips and used the pointed end of my tongue to lick circles around her clit making her moan even louder.
“Ohhhh myy god!” She shouted.

Using one hand to keep her pussy open, I used the other to reach up and tweak her nipples and pull on them roughly one at a time. I then stuck my tongue inside her tight little hole and went in and out like a piston, making her squeeze my head with her thighs.

She was a moaning screaming mess as I continued to give her oral pleasure.
“Please, Master, please. I’m begging you to let me cum,” she pleaded.
“No, you will hold it until I say otherwise, you teasing little slut! Remember who came to me with no panties on?” I said as I continued sucking her hard and swollen clit.
“Yes Master. I left my panties off on purpose to tease you!”  She confessed.
“So what are you?” I pushed for more.
“I’m a naughty girl Master. I wanted you to see my wet pussy. I wanted you to look, and touch.”
“You are more than a naughty girl Mandy, aren’t you?” I wanted her to squirm a little. It was such a turn on with my face buried in her delicious cunt!
“Yes Master. I’m a Slut, Your Slut Sir.”  She admitted and flooded my tongue with her fresh lust.
My mild and teasing scolding of her was turning her on even more!

I then started to search out her g-spot. Once I found it I began hitting it constantly over and over again with me going in and out faster and faster and harder. I took my tongue out of her pussy for a minute and licked her asshole and started tonguing it good and fast.

“Fucking shit Master that feels so good! I’ve never had anything in my ass but it feels fucking amazing! FUCK MY ASS WITH THAT TONGUE, MASTER! TONGUE YOUR WHORE!” She screamed.
 
I spent a couple more minutes on her ass and put my tongue back into her pussy and really started munching her like my fucking dinner.

She was shaking, moaning, and screaming all at once while constantly begging me to let her cum.
But I kept saying “No”.  There were consequences for teasing an alpha male, which she was finding out.
I mauled and squeezed her breasts and finger fucked her hard with three fingers and then moved my head down and went back to tonguing that sweet delicious ass of hers.

Once again she pleaded “Please, Master. Please let me cum!” she screamed.
 Eventually, I decided to have mercy on her. “You may cum my slut, but… you better cum fucking hard for me,” I yelled.
 With that, I gave her clit one last hard suck and she exploded.
“OHHHHHHHH MYYYY GOOOOOOOOOODD!!!! She screamed as she came.

And boy did she cum like a geyser! Stream after stream of hot milky pussy juice was blasting out of her and spraying all over the bed and my face as I kept lapping up her heavenly nectar.
When her orgasm finally subsided, I looked up at her and smiled as she continued to breathe heavily.
“Oh Master that was fucking amazing!” she said between pants.

“Your pussy tastes very good slut, but we aren’t done yet - not by a long shot,” I promised. I got up and stood in front of the bed.
“Get over here on your knees now, slut!” I demanded to which she quickly obliged.
I pulled down my pants and underwear and kicked them to the side. She cooed as she saw all of my manhood.

“Oh master your cock is so huge and thick and gorgeous. Not to mention you have some pretty big balls. They’re like large eggs,” she said full of admiration.

I decided to tease her so I grabbed her head and then my cock and kept waving my meat under her nose to take in the aroma. I then started rubbing it along her cheeks and forehead as some pre-cum drooled out of my piss hole and onto her face.

She kept making sexy snaps at my cock with her mouth letting me know how badly she wanted to suck it.
“Does my little cock slut want to suck on her Master’s big cock?” I teased her.
“Oh Master I want every inch of that delicious beautiful cock,” she begged, eagerly
I then shoved my cock in her mouth and she swirled her tongue all around my shaft and kept going.
“MMMM” she moaned as she worked it and began bobbing her head up and down on my cock taking it down further, inch by inch until she started to gag on it. She drooled and her eyes watered. She moved back off my cock for a minute.
 
“Master I’m sorry, I’ve just never had a cock this big. Please let me get used to it don’t hurt me,” she pleaded.
 I was feeling sympathetic so I decided to be easy on her, “I won't punish you slut if you can get me off.” I bargained.
“Yes Sir,” she agreed and kissed and worshipped my cock head.

Then, with more confidence, knowing that she had free reign to please me, she went back to sucking on my cock, licking it from my balls to the tip and swirling her hungry tongue around the tip. She was like a woman possessed, an amazing cocksucker that made my toes curl.

Then she took my balls in her mouth, one at a time, since they were pretty big and sucked.
She sucked one in her mouth, pulled back as far as it would go and then let go of it making a popping sound on release. She did the same with the other.

With all this wonderful stimulation, I started to feel that familiar feeling in my balls, that tightening that was an indication I was getting ready to ejaculate.
 “Ahhhh shit slut, you got your Master ready to cum soon,” I informed her between my lusty panting and heavy breathing.
“Master cum on my face! Cum on your little whore! Make me your slut for all your cum” she said in that sexy tone.

I took my cock away from her once, twice, and then roared as I began to shoot my load on her.
The first thick rope of cum splattered across her left eye and down to her lips. The next rope was thicker and hit across the right side of her face. Again and again I shot long thick hot creamy ropes of cum in her hair, on her forehead, cheeks and eyes, mouth and then her tits.

I counted at least a dozen long ropes. She was completely coated and scented in my man seed, like a real cum slut. I made her stay like that as I took a picture of her on my phone to treasure.
She was smiling and made such a wonderful image.

She performed beautifully for me as she rubbed my cum and scent all over her body and scooped gobs of it up with her fingers and sexily ate my semen. She was so hot. I began to harden for more.
Then she sucked the remaining cum out of my cock like a straw and down her throat it went.

“That was amazing Master and your cum is delicious and creamy,” she said. “I think I could become addicted!”
“Are you ready for more then my sexy little Sex slave?” I asked her delighted. My cock was standing proud again.
She gave me a wicked grin and said “Bring it on Master."

Oh Mandy, my voluptuous fantasy woman was turning out to be a very naughty girl, but to my delight, a very good slut indeed!


The End.

The morning Delmar knew he was different was when he had reached his 21st birthday. Suddenly he became aware of a strength inside him that was almost as natural as breathing.

It was a strength or gift that enabled him to read minds and to plant suggestions there that could be powerful or weak, depending on his whim that day.

Why he was chosen for such a gift was never clear to him but his Grandmother had told him to be aware of it for it had passed to first born males from generation to generation and manifested itself between the ages of 18 and 22 years.  His father and his Grandfather had had it before their untimely deaths in a car crash before he was born.

For a young virile male, it inevitably led to having sex with beautiful often unattainable women.
He liked them all, but he particularly liked older ladies. They were experienced, less inhibited and had more to lose than him usually. In the 18 months or so he had had of this gift, he had honed it enough, to enjoy it thoroughly.

This brought his thoughts nicely to Ms Rochianna, his supervisor in a powerful lawyer’s office. She was a 49 years old ball breaker. She had a good body for her age, was clever and astute but had a mean, spiteful streak in her.  She had made it very clear she thought he had come from the wrong side of town. The scholarship he had worked so hard for to study law and to work for this prestigious law firm had been given to him because of a friend of a friend of a friend.

This was not true at all but once she had this idea in her head, Delmar was labelled as the office skivvy and was given menial tasks to do, such as photocopying papers for court and writing letters to update the firm’s clients and even making sure that everyone had coffees. All of which became quite tedious but Delmar knew if he could turn the tide and work hard, any references from such a renowned firm would hold him in good stead for the future.

He had been sorely tempted to plant a few suggestions in her mind on occasions, but had held back, partly from pride and partly because he wanted to succeed in something himself.  He wanted to be a lawyer by his own merit and not by cheating with his gift. So he put up with her snide comments and belittling him in front of other staff and blaming him wrongly for her errors in spellings and he proudly stayed polite and absolute in his goal to succeed.

As mean as she was though, Delmar found he was quite attracted to her. He noticed she was a very classy lady and wondered if an older, mature lady, could be attracted to a much younger man, someone his age for instance. He often smiled to himself, as he carried out the next menial task and wondered if such opposites could attract and would they be as explosive in bed as he imagined.

One evening he was later than usual as Ms Rochianna had piled his desks with copies he had to do of a case at the last minute. He was annoyed at her thoughtlessness of not giving them to him sooner in the day.  It was inevitable, he would be working over now.

One by one, having finished work for the day, the other employees bid him good night and left the building until finally he was all alone with “The Dragon” albeit working away from him in her own office.

Suddenly she bellowed out from her office door, “Delmar, get your ass in here. I need you to sort this case out into some kind of order. The damn papers are all over the place.” 

She was referring to a case that was due in court soon and it looked as though the papers had just been tipped out of the filing box on to the floor and placed back in a higgledy piggledy fashion! There was hours of work there.

"Close the door," she ordered when Delmar entered the office.

He didn't right away. His mouth dropped open when he saw the amount of work she expected him to complete.
When he began to ask if there was really a need tonight and could it be started in the morning, she cut him off and through gritted teeth said, "A simple goddamn order and you can't even do that without 50 bloomin complaints."

Delmar shut the door behind him, facing away from here. He took a deep breath and tried to maintain a pleasant disposition in order to end this meeting as nicely as possible. 
He said, "Ms. Rochianna, what exactly do you want me to do?"

"For starters you can copy all these case papers" she said tossing a file of paperwork at him.

"Urm," Delmar started and managed to catch the file with his lightening reaction. He was taken aback by the size of the task in hand, "I'm a trainee lawyer, not an admin assistant."

"So you don't know how to read fucking English and put things in alphabetical order?" She insulted him. "You went to college or university didn't you? Surely your degree made you learn something."

Delmar didn't really know what to say but held on to his simmering temper, "Well, I could try, but I still have to finish the work you gave me earlier, and that will take me a while and I’m already working late."

"Jesus Christ," she muttered, "Useless, all of you are fucking useless. You most of all!"

It was the end of a long, tiring day and not yet over by a long shot, so Delmar said the first thought that came to mind out loud, "So why don't you just do it yourself then?"
It was part frustration and part serious suggestion. He did begin to wonder what she did do all day!

She looked a little stunned. "You know what," she said, "Just go home, and don't bother coming back tomorrow."

Delmar could not believe his ears and was incredulous, "Are you fucking kidding me? Are you firing me?" He needed this job, but pride would not allow him to beg for it. "You know what Ms Rochianna, you don't fucking deserve me or anyone else who works in this damned office."

Ms Rochianna eyes went wide and then narrowed in anger, but Delmar continued, "If you look good to the big boss it's only because people like me work hard despite you being our Supervisor. You soak up the praise and take your salary, but you don't deserve it. You're like a spoiled child and you should be treated like one."

She laughed at Delmar and mocked him, "What does that mean? Are you going to spank me?"

The frustration with her and this job took over as he stepped up to her, his 6'0 feet muscular frame dwarfed her. He all but snarled, "Someone should."

"Like you're man enough," she taunted him, but there was a kind of wide-eyed hunger sparked by Delmar’s aggression. He saw it in her!
He couldn’t help himself and quickly scanned her mind to make sure. She was turned on by his domination! This was too good an opportunity to miss and besides, he was pissed off now! He quickly made the suggestion of submitting to him very appealing to her and embedded it in her mind.

He took her roughly by the back of the neck and pushed her forward over her own desk. She whimpered at the rough treatment as he made her bend forward at the waist and her pussy swelled and flooded in sexual arousal. She couldn’t believe how turned on she felt! What the hell was happening to her!

"What do you think you're doing?" She breathed huskily.
She felt that her pussy was suddenly aching with need and shivers of excitement teased her body by his rough treatment and handling of her.

The tight royal blue pencil skirt she was wearing accentuated her full rounded bottom as her big breasts rested against her desk. The white shirt and low-cut matching blue waist coat made her look incredibly sexy bent over like that. 

Delmar felt a stirring in his loins. He made no attempt to hold her down as he reached to undo his belt but he didn’t have to, she surprisingly, made no effort to move. She wanted him to abuse her! The naughty little Slut!

"Ms Rochianna," Delmar said, "I think you've needed someone to put you in your place for a long time, it might as well be me."
He folded his leather belt in two and brought it down on her still clothed ass, medium hard.

It wasn't the first time he had spanked a woman. A few of his conquests had enjoyed some erotic spanking with his hand and with his belt, but this was different. His supervisor needed to learn a lesson. This was about discipline! Office discipline!

When the belt smacked against her bottom, Ms Rochianna didn't cry out in anger as he would have thought. Instead it was a half-hearted chide and sexual moan, "Fuck you, you son of a bitch."

She couldn’t believe she was bent over her own office desk with her bottom pushed out for this young man to mistreat. Her breasts ached and her pussy throbbed with a sexual need she had not felt in a long time. Her mature pussy flooded again, soaking her panties.

Delmar looked at her bent across the desk. Her head was turned and trying to fix on him through her glasses. He brought down the belt again, a little harder this time but it was still more sensual and thrilling than painful.

She sucked in air through her teeth and then glared at him through the sensations. The strap had stung her bottom cheeks and she felt the warmth and redness of the sting begin to glow in the region of the blows. Her butt cheeks jiggled with the force of the strap landing and it teased her as it travelled to her swelling clitoris. She was so wet!

"I'm not sure this belt is getting through to you, Ms Rochianna," Delmar said calmly. "Stand up and remove your skirt so I can give you a proper lesson."

She stood in front him, lowered her eyes and bit her lip. She undid the button on her skirt and then lowered the zipper, sliding it down her shapely, bare legs and past her heels. She stepped out of it. Under her skirt was a red lacy thong!
The naughty little minx had sexy panties on under her business suite! Who would have thought!  Delmar thought silently pleased.

"Remove everything, Ms Rochianna," Delmar demanded, taking in the sight of her semi naked body. "Blouse, bra, and thong too."

"Fuck you," she said trying to be defiant, but her actions belied her words.
She immediately and obediently began unbuttoning her waistcoat and blouse from chin down, passed her chest to her belly button. She watched him closely over the top of her glasses as her fingers worked the buttons.

When she slid it off, stood there in just her white bra, naughty red thong panties and “Fuck me” white high heels, Delmar swallowed hard. She was fucking incredible but he was determined to keep the role of a dominant male.

Although she was 27 years older than him, he was impressed with her body. Her breasts were large and although no longer pert, the way they sagged a little with age and gravity, they were real and extremely sexy. She obviously kept herself in shape. She carried a little middle age weight too, however, it was in all the right places and gave her very desirable curves.

Delmar purposefully looked her up and down lingering lewdly on her intimate areas so she could see him staring. She felt the sexual tension hang in the air. He waited, letting the anticipation build higher. He then gave her a steely stare and said sternly, "Everything off."

She hesitated and then reached behind her back undoing her bra. Her breasts were gorgeous. They were soft white globes, the perfect size for his hands to knead and with pink, erect nipples that were just waiting to be tweaked, twisted and suckled.

He kept himself from reaching out, allowing her to finish her task. She slid her thong down her bare legs and revealed that she kept herself all but hairless, a thin strip of fine dark hair was atop her now exposed cunt.

She went to remove her 4 inch killer heels, but Delmar stopped her.
"No, those stay on."

She immediately stopped what she was doing and waited for a word from him.

Standing there, arms at her sides, head slightly bowed. Wearing nothing but her glasses and her high heeled shoes, Delmar noticed the colour of her lips and nails for the first time. It accentuated her pale colouring and it was the sluttiest shade of ruby red lipstick and fingernail polish he had ever seen! 

She also wore expensive pearls around her neck that seemed out of sorts with her sluttiness. The pearls gave her an air of dignity that was almost at odds with her present nude disposition. He loved how she looked. She was nude and slutty in front of his own smart, suited and booted professional look.

Delmar took her by her delicate shoulders and pushed her down over her desk once more. She caught herself and rested her upper body on her forearms with her naked derriere presented high in the air, aided by her heels.

Delmar stepped behind her, put his foot between hers and pushed her legs far apart. For the first time he could see how wet she was. He had to touch her. He pressed his palm against her firey hot sex and ground against her cunt. He felt his hand slicken with her generously secreted juices immediately.

Ms Rochianna moaned and gyrated her hips. This made Delmar chuckle slightly as he watched her transform before his eyes, from a plain and simple bitch to a wanton, panting bitch in heat.

"Well well well, Ms Rochianna, you are all turned on! Look how wet you are! You're quite the submissive slut under all that show of authority, aren't you now?"


-  continued –

Ms Rochianna simply moaned in reply at Delmar’s lewd hand between her legs but Delmar was not satisfied with this. He vigorously rubbed her pussy some more until she was fucking his hand back in quite a rhythm.
Pleased with her response, he then denied her and removed his hand from her wet snatch.
Much to his delighted amusement, this left her wantonly pushing back and forth against emptiness.
He tampered with her brain again and made it impossible for her to stop air fucking until he allowed her to cum.

He brought the belt down again on the now bare flesh of her bottom. "Answer me, slut.” He demanded and repeated his accusation, “You are all turned on! I see and feel how wet you are! You're quite the submissive slut under all that show of authority, aren't you now?""

She whined from the dual stings of pain and humiliation. "I..." she hesitated, "I... don't know."

He brought the belt down again and the sharp sound of smacked flesh sounded in the air, followed directly by her soft cry.

"You don't know if you're a submissive slut?" He belittled her. "You certainly look like a submissive slut from where I am standing. Look at you at your age, bent over, your mature pussy dry humping at me and… You want a young man to thrash your hide, Don’t you?"

He gave her two more quick smacks with his leather belt and she fell forward on the desk, her arms giving way and her cheek pressed flat against the cool wooden top. She reached one hand behind her. It was a weak and futile effort to either shield her bottom from more smacks or to soothe it. Delmar didn’t care.

"Oh no, slut," he told her, "Your ass is to remain exposed to me as long as I want it to be, and you will take whatever punishment I say you deserve for abusing me and your employees."

"No," she whimpered, "No, I'll be good." Her eyes were shut and completely unprompted she whispered, "I'll be your good slut Mr Delmar."

"You're right, you will be." Delmar grabbed her slender wrist and pulled her hand away from her reddened and punished bottom.
Walking to the front of the desk, he removed his black tie, held her two hands together and bound her wrists together above her head. She offered little resistance, as he tied and secured the knot.

It seemed that part of her wanted for him and all this to stop, but some other part of her, some deeper, stronger and natural part of her wanted, or needed Delmar to continue to dominate her.

Delmar focused in to her brain again, found the submissive need and increased her desire to submit to him. He made her crave for the humiliation and for the submissive slut in her to be serviced by him.

With her hands bound, he was free to return working over the soft flesh of her bottom which he did, repeatedly bringing his belt down as a stern punishment for her poor management of him and his colleagues. He reddened the white skin on her ass as her howls filled the air of the empty work place. He could see the red marks from the strap of his belt forming a pattern, crisscrossing on her delicate flesh.

He paused, panting, as she lay writhing across the desk, moaning almost inconsolably.

"Please..." she whimpered, "Please, I'm so close..."

Delmar was taken aback and dumb struck by her comment. He noticed that her thighs were damp with the wet juicy overflow from her pussy. Could it be she sexually enjoyed belt whipping so much!

Intrigued he wondered if he could get her to orgasm with the belt alone. He smacked her again, harder this time and she shook in ecstasy and cried out into the room. She was loving it!

Again, the belt came down but this time it was focused to graze her pussy lips. She increasingly exposed herself to him. She pushed back and presented her addicted pussy to the discipline of his belt.

A few more pussy whips was enough to send her over the edge. Her body began to shake and she called out amid the pleasurable shrieks,
"Oh my god... that's it... oh god! You bastard... I'm going to..."

At that point Delmar smacked her pussy again with the belt and she finished her sentence by screaming
"Cuuuuummmm."

Delmar watched in awe as his submissive slut of a supervisor melted into a pool of pleasure and pain as her body shook and convulsed into a belt spanking inspired orgasm!

Her face was a mask of ecstasy. Tears had smeared her eye make-up and the mascara had run around her eyes and onto her cheeks. Her eyes were closed and her slutty red lips were open gasping for air and mewling her divine sexual pinnacle.

Delmar sat back in her office chair, leaving her splayed in front of him, a heaving pile of whipped and satisfied flesh.
His cock was hard at the sight of this older woman and his supervisor displayed like a slut in front of him.

He stared at her body. From this angle he could see her legs spread, leading up to her red ass and quivering cunt. He could also see her torso across the desk. Her breasts were mashed against the polished wood and her face was tear stained with her panting red mouth.

Delmar stepped behind her and unzipped his suit trousers. He released his hard cock and kicked her legs apart, opening her wet pussy for him. He held his cock in his hand and ran the helmet up and down her exposed slit. Her pussy juice smeared his tip.

"You're good at telling people what to do Ms Rochianna," he mocked, "So why don't you tell me to fuck you."

She whimpered but otherwise remained silent.
Delmar brought the belt that was still in his hand, down hard on her sore ass. Her legs quaked and her cry filled the room.

"You're not being a very good supervisor Ms Rochianna," he ridiculed, "You have a willing employee here - me, but you're not making full use of my talents."

She mumbled “Please, I need you to fuck me!” her whispered words were a combination of desire and exhaustion. Delmar smacked her sore bottom with the belt again. "Speak up, slut."

Tears filled her eyes again and her face strained to endure the sting. Delmar could feel her cunt lips quiver and moisten in response.
Dutifully obedient she said, "Please fuck me."

Delmar continued to wet the head of his cock just inside the lips of her cunt. "You can do better than that." He encouraged, and smacked her ass again, but this time with the palm of his hand.

"Fuuckkk," she cursed, "Please, fuck me! Take my slutty mature cunt! Please just shove your big, manly dick in me. I need all your young cock inside of me! I’ll be a good girl. I’ll be a good slut for you Mr Delmar."

Satisfied with that beg, Delmar pressed into her, shoving his keen cock into the tight folds of her wet, mature flesh.
Their relationship would never be the same again. He was in charge now! He would make sure she treated people better and with a lot more respect.

She was much tighter than he expected, whether by nature or abstinence, he wasn’t sure but she reacted as though she had been starved of cock.

She lifted her head and arched her back, almost howling like a bitch as he drove himself into her body. The thrill and body of a sexy, older woman with the added spice of her being the Supervisor over him, was mind blowing.

Pressed deep inside of her, every inch of his thick cock was gripped by her pussy flesh. He held himself there, wanting to revel in the feel of her and the thoughts he was about to fuck his boss senseless.

He couldn't resist leaning forward and taking a firm hold of her hair, which had by now, fallen out of its tie. He wrapped it around his hand. He pulled back on her hair, making her arch her back jutting her tits out. Holding her hair like a bridle with one hand, he brought the belt down on her rump with the other. He felt like a jockey whipping his mounted mare to the finishing line in a race.

She cried out again and he felt her inner muscles contract around his cock. The feeling was so amazing, he whipped her again, keeping a firm hold of her hair. Her cries filled the room. Then Delmar began to fuck her in earnest, sliding out and then pressing back hard into her. Each of his thrusts were slow, deliberate and deep. He wanted to claim his bitch Supervisor and wanted her to feel his taking of her now in this moment but also in the days after. He wanted her to have stiff joints and muscles and for her to remember this moment with excitement at every twinge she felt.

Occasionally Delmar brought the belt down again and she would yelp in that wonderful mix of pleasure and pain. In her response her body would react and tense by squeezing on his invading cock.

Her vocals, became a mixture of pleas and commands.
"Fuck me!”
“Yes, harder, harder, please, whatever you want, that hurt feels good!”
“Hurt me! Fuck me! Use me!"
She was his slut now and he liked that. He liked her dirty mouth.

With each thrust, Delmar improved his technique of fucking her pussy, pulling her hair and whipping her bottom with his belt.
He timed it so when he brought the belt down on her backside, it caused her to tighten her pussy at the right moment, just after he had pressed fully into her.

His fucking thrusts became rougher and more deeply invasive, hitting as far in as her cervix. Repeating over and over.
This rough treatment proved to be all she needed as her body exploded and spasmed into another orgasm. She screamed, "Fuucckkk, that hurt feels good!!"

Delmar pushed his cock into her, right to the hilt so he could feel the initial exciting ripples and flutters of her climax but he had plans for this sexy slutty supervisor.

As she continued to shudder from her orgasm, he pulled out, leaving her cunt obscenely fucking back against thin air. He pulled her up from the desk by her hair, spun her round to face him and pushed her down to her knees.

Still holding her hair, she was panting before him. She looked up at him. Her makeup was smeared and her mouth dropped open. Delmar took the opportunity to push his cock right in. Her eyes shot wide open at first, but then closed as she sucked his cock like a baby’s dummy.
He looked down at her. He could hardly believe this older, 49 year old woman, was sucking on his younger, 22 year old cock. He liked how his cock filled her mouth and throat making her wretch. He especially liked that she was his supervisor, a figure of authority at the firm he worked for and he had just fucked her and was now about to fuck her skull!

Her ordeal and powerful orgasm had left her pretty exhausted, so it was up to Delmar to control the actions. He used both hands to hold her head as he proceeded to fuck her mouth. Her moans vibrated through him and his cock swelled against her tongue. Her mouth was hot, hollowed and wet just like a pussy.

He thrust deep and hard, using her for his needs. He wanted to bruise her, he wanted to take her mouth and throat. Every time she looked at him at work, he wanted her to remember it was his cock in her mouth, his cock in her pussy and his spunk spraying down her throat.
He deep throated her, causing her to gag on his cock. He liked the motion of her throat repeatedly closing in on his length but most of all, he liked going so deep he stopped and controlled her breathing.

In his breath play, he held her head, with a mouthful of his cock, pressing her nose right into his pubic hair and held it. Then only when she eventually moved her head and hands to fight for breath did he show mercy. He allowed her to pull back and gasp for oxygen. He enjoyed the sensation on his cock, before repeating this action again and again a short time later.

Soon, he felt his balls tighten and he began to thrust harder and harder, head fucking now to orgasm. At the point of eruption, he pulled out, letting his cock spew onto her face. The first spurt splashed across her nose and glasses and the second spurt was more directly on her lips and tits.

He then shoved back into her mouth for the remaining amount. Whether she wanted to or not, Ms Rochianna sucked and swallowed the rest of her underling’s spunk like a good little cock sucker.

Delmar fell back on to her desk chair and released her head. His legs were rubbery and giving out a little from his exertions. She fell back on her haunches, resting on the floor at his feet. She leant against the drawers of her oak desk for support. Cum covered her face and dripped down to her breasts. She looked used and sexy with a mixed satisfied and mortified expression on her face.

Delmar reached forward and ran a thumb over a glob of cum on her cheek and then shoved it into her mouth, owning it with his invading and exploring thumb. Without thinking, she sucked on his thumb obediently, while his other hand kneaded, pulled and reddened both her tits and nipples.

"Good girl, Ms Rochianna," Delmar said as he fed her his cum from his thumb, "Now get to work tidying, filing and copying those case papers. I'm going home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yes Sir, Mr Delmar,” she whispered back.


The End.

I sat on the balcony of my house boat, The Aqua Pirate, overlooking Crystal Lake and idly thumbed through the Achat Tattler newspaper when a personal advert caught my eye.

“Wanted - White male Bull to help an Asian married couple,” There was a mobile number to contact.

I was intrigued to say the least and wondered if they lived far out from where I was at Crystal Lake.
I leaned back in my chair and sipped my coffee, thoughtfully and wondered whether I should contact them.

It was a lovely summer morning. The sun was pleasantly burning down on the world and a kingfisher was catching his breakfast in the calm waters. Suddenly his morning fishing was abruptly disturbed by a large pelican. He swiftly flew in and landed on the balcony rail. Any wildlife in the immediate vicinity quickly star burst out away from him as quickly as they were able. A startled duck sped across the water quacking her protest and leaving a v of bubbled water in her wake.

“Hey Percy,” I greeted the big bird and threw him some pilchards I had left over from breakfast and had saved for him.

Percy had befriended me when I was refurbishing and decorating the Aqua Pirate. He began to visit and waddle after me as I went about my tasks. This developed into a friendship and now I usually had a treat for him when he called in on me. He caught the small fish expertly in his large beak and quickly wolfed each of them down.

I looked at the advert again and read it out loud to Percy and then said, “What do you think Percy? Should I call?”  I paused and listened for his answer. Of course, he was just beady-eyeing me silently to see if there was more fish for him.

I pretended he had answered, “Mmhmm. I think so too. Nothing to lose and potentially it could bloom into a beautiful arrangement. I think I might just text them.”

I texted a reply, “Hi, I’m white, big and Dominant. I may be able to help. Text back if you are interested.”

Within a few minutes, I had a text back and we exchanged yahoo messenger for pics. I opened up my lap top on the table and fired it up to correspond more with this couple. The picture they sent of themselves were complimentary as expected.

The wife was called Rani and was a stunning Indian beauty with long black hair and dressed in a traditional blue and green sari down to the floor. It covered her feet. She was slim, about 5’6” tall and appeared big breasted but it was hard to tell in her clothing. She had flawless beige skin and big expressive brown eyes. On her head and neck she wore matching traditional beaded and jewelled accessories.

He was named Sachin and was also dressed in a traditional white and burgundy Indian man’s outfit. He wore a white Sherwani embroidered in an intricate burgundy pattern with matching burgundy dhoti pants and Khussa Indian Shoes. He was about 5’8” and of a slim, lanky build. Both made a handsome couple.
 
They had had an arranged marriage and been together for 3 years. They had no children yet but planned to have some in a couple of years when they were financially stable.

I sent them back a picture of me working on my boat house dressed in a tight white vest, tight pale blue wrangler jeans and tan coloured work boots with the laces untied. A lady friend had taken it on my camera and was the only recent one I had of myself.  It certainly showed off my short dark brown hair, tanned healthy white skin, short growth goatee beard, muscular build, tattoos and 6 ft. tall muscular frame.

They seemed to like what they saw and the typed conversation soon came down to the fact Sachin was a submissive male and although his wife loved him dearly, he felt he was smaller than average in the penis department and that he was not satisfying his wife as he should. He also had a fantasy of his wife being fucked by another bigger man.
Although of Indian descent both had adopted some of the western culture mixed in with their traditional Indian heritage.

We decided to Skype then and I spoke to both of them using the web cam on the internet.
They both came into view in the camera.

“So you want me to fuck your wife?” I asked, brutally to the point and on purpose to see their reaction.
Sachin, “Yes.”

“Rani, do you want me to fuck you?” I wanted to establish her consent.

She looked at her husband and then at me, “Yes.”  It was almost an embarrassed whisper.

“You both know, I am a Dominant male. I will be your Bull and you will obey all I say. Is that clear?” My voice was authoritive.

Sachin, “Yes, we understand.”

“Tell your wife to undress for me now and Sachin… you help her,” I commanded. I waited for their reaction. Their actions now, would depend on whether I agreed to this arrangement.

Sachin and Rani knew it was a test.  They moved the camera back and I settled back to enjoy the impromptu strip.

Rani shyly stood in front of the camera and Sachin helped her. It turned me on that a husband was undressing his wife for me, a total stranger, to gawp and letch at her body.

He stood behind her so as not to obscure my view and unbuttoned her white blouse to reveal a lacy white bra and then removed her pumps and black trousers. She was wearing matching white panties.

He unhooked her bra and stroked the straps down her arms to remove it. He breasts spilled out for me. They were magnificent! Then Sachin knelt behind her, reached up to her panties waist band and slowly pulled them down.

Soon she was standing there naked to be inspected. Her long black hair fell down her shoulders and could easily be wrapped around my fists, it was just right for pulling and reigning her in.
She had expressive brown eyes and her olive skin was exquisite. It would be an amazing contrast next to my paler, sun tanned complexion.
She had full, wholesome, breasts just as I had thought and would be perfect for sucking on. Her nipples were dark and sexy and she had a neat waist and flat tummy.
She had shapely long legs and a very hairy black bush.
I made her turn slowly for the camera. Her bottom was nicely rounded. She would be a very nice fuck toy indeed. I felt myself harden thinking about it.

“Sachin, I approve of your wife but I want her cunt shaved for me. No body hair below her neck ever and you both call me Sir in future.” I deliberately emphasised the obscene c word to see their reaction. Sachin did not react. Rani’s eyes just widened a little.

Sachin, “Yes Sir,”   I detected a hint of excitement in his voice.

“When we Skype in future, you will present your wife to me naked and prepared.” I told him in a matter of fact way.

Sachin, “Yes Sir,” He was excited, as he stood up to replace the chair he had moved, I could see the bulge of his erection in his trousers.

“Each time you wish my service, you will ask me respectfully and why.” I directed them.
Sachin, “Yes Sir.”

“Rani?”
Rani, “Yes Sir.”

“Well?”
Sachin, “Sir, will you fuck my wife Sir?  She needs a big masterful cock. Mine is too small to satisfy her”
Rani, “Sir, please fuck me. My husband is too small to satisfy me as a woman. I need you Sir”

I nodded, satisfied with their servitude, “Yes I will. Prepare your wife Sachin as I have asked and then bring her to my address in 2 hours.” I told them.

Sachin and Rani both answered, “Yes Sir,”
I gave them the details and directions.

“Now sit your wife in the chair facing the camera. Bring her heels to her ass and let her knees fall open to present her pussy to me.” I watched as Sachin obeyed my instructions. I could see the tell-tale signs of her arousal, her moist lips, gaping a little and swollen. Her dark pubic hair made this Asian woman darkly artistic and her fleshy labia was quite erotic.

“Good Girl,” I praised her. “Now hold your pussy open for me Rani. Sachin stand behind your wife in the chair and fondle her tits for me.

The couple did as I asked.  I clicked the record switch on for my computer to capture this display. I wanted to treasure the moment.

“Does it turn you both on knowing I am staring at your wife’s cunt and tits?”  I deliberately spoke obscenely to them and was rewarded by their reaction.
Sachin kneaded her titties harder and Rani’s pussy flooded with more moisture.

“Yes Sir,” they both answered.

“Masturbate for me till you cum Rani, show me your desire. Think of me touching you in front of your husband. Think of me circling, that sexy little clit of yours. Show me what a slut you are.”
Rani moaned and began to perform beautifully for me.

Her hand reached down to her hairy mound and caressed her pubic hair. I was totally mesmerised. Her finger reached the top of her slit and she pushed down against her swollen clitoris. Her whole body twitched and she bit her lip.

She was so turned on. She slipped her hand back and forth against her pussy. A soft moan escaped her lips. Her sex was on fire as she thought of a stranger watching her in this aroused state. It thrilled her causing tremors and her hips began to thrust up and down. She pushed her hand down and in one motion slipped two of her fingers inside of herself. She paused a moment as her vaginal walls adjusted to the invasion. She massaged inside with a few slides and twists, moving in and out.

She withdrew her fingers and moved upwards, rubbing her lubricated fingers against her intimate lips and clitoris. She began concentrating on her breathing, keeping it regular and quiet. She was a little conscious of being watched by me, a stranger and me hearing her vocals far sooner than she was ready for.

She felt Sachin’s hands play sensuously with her nipples while she worked her pussy. She moaned and thrust her tits into his hands arching up. Sachin sensed her need and began massaging her chest a little harder, while Rani’s right hand worked quickly on her swollen, sensitive clitoris.

She felt an orgasm building even though, she had barely begun to perform. She thought of me, this commanding white man watching her aroused Asian pussy.

She listened for Sachin to say something, to admonish her perhaps for being so slutty in front of this watching stranger, but none came. She couldn’t hear anything beyond her own soft caresses and sweet masturbating noises.

Rani tried to be quiet, but she could feel herself cumming before the first wave hit her. Her pussy was burning hot and her hand was soaked. Her stomach clenched and she jerked on the seat as her orgasm rolled over her again and again.

She managed not to cry out but her stifled moans did emerge as sexy little whimpers. Her fingers continued to roll on her sensitive clitoris and slide up and down her wet and creamy slit.

Sachin and I watched this beautiful coffee-coloured woman, reach her climax. Her beauty was astounding right then. We heard the chair creak as she stretched and spasmed and arched her back. She opened her eyes but not really seeing. The fireworks were still exploding in her own lusty pleasure filled world.

Her hand was still rubbing her pussy hard but she started to slow down. Her fingers and palm were now a little sticky as she eased the pressure up on her clit. She was still coming down from the orgasm when she finally pulled her hand away to show her sated pussy to the camera and me.

Rani came hard and she knew she had made a few soft noises and blushed as the conscious world returned. The thought that two men had just watched her made her feel naughtily pleasant.

She reached down farther and pressed her fingers hard into her slit, scooping up the moisture. She raised her fingers to the camera to show me her special cream and caused me to moan when she proceeded to lick them clean. 

God, I needed to fuck this woman.

I complimented them both for pleasing me and reminded Sachin of his obligation to shave his wife’s pussy for me and our meeting in two hours’ time.

I ended the call and put the kettle on. I wondered if the couple would lose their nerve or if they would attend The Aqua Pirate as instructed.
I decided to shower. Only time would tell.


****


Sachin was a successful businessman, and married to his wonderful wife. They were both very much in love, and had always been very close, but somehow there was always something missing.

He was a little embarrassed about his penis being slightly smaller than the average guy but in truth, he had never had any complaints and had always made up for it with the magic of his hands or tongue. His wife had been a virgin before their wedding night so when he first seeded the idea of another man entering into their marriage, she was shocked at that idea but gradually her want to please him and the curiosity of being with another man had gradually bought her round. She began to ask questions and he naturally fed her interest.

Like many men, he had a fantasy of watching his sexy shy wife fuck another man. He knew most people would think of that type of guy as weak, but most who knew him, considered him anything but. He was not a wimp. He was very much a man’s man. He was masculine and a strong contender in the business arena. In sex however, he was more submissive and circumstance unfortunately had found him to be more the lead in the bedroom and in his marriage.

He wanted to explore this submissive side. It was his fantasy. He had always been extremely turned on by that thought of his wife being a bad girl and him either watching or even being told about it afterwards.

Sachin began to introduce fantasy whisperings to his wife in their love making. He told her how he would love to watch a big cock sliding in and out of her pussy and how he would love to look into her eyes as she licked and sucked it.

When he talked to her like that, she would always get extremely wet, sucking and fucking Sachin quite wildly. Rani eventually admitted that the idea turned her on, but she would never consider it.

If she did, she said it would have to be with someone she found attractive and who would turn her on too, but that it was a moot point anyway. It would never happen.

They both liked sex, but Rani’s inexperience and Sachin’s natural want to be submissive began to take its toll.

Over time, their sex life had become staid and boring. Sachin eventually began to lose interest in his wife sexually and their 'mutual missionary style masturbation' all went rather stale.

Being submissive sexually is what turned Rani on the most, but on occasion, because they had tried to be creative, teasing Sachin and taking control would also turn her on.

They both knew they needed to do something, they both wanted to rekindle the flame between them and give their sex life the boost it needed.

Then, one day on the train, Rani was reading a story about a couple who had done just that. This couple had advertised for a third person to enter their marriage and it seemed to be a wonderful arrangement.

The wife had become the submissive pet of another man, while teasing her husband, and making him love her cheating ways. It had worked for them and they all had the best sex ever.

Rani thought about it and wondered if it would work for her and her husband. She discussed it with Sachin after arriving home and they both decided to take the plunge. They placed an advert in the Achat Tattler for a White Bull Male. Neither wanted an Indian man to become involved in case they saw him in their tight knit Asian community. That would be just too embarrassing!

Rani had always found white men attractive and they decided, rather than a sophisticated business man type, she would like the opposite to her husband – a white man who was sporty and enjoyed the outdoors, maybe with tattoos and who may perhaps ride a motorbike. Rani giggled when her husband teased her about finding out about her bad boy fantasy.

The advert was placed and less than a week later, here Sachin was about to soap up his wife’s pussy to shave and prepare for another man. She was sitting on a chair in the bathroom, legs spread and bush thrust at him ready.

He used scissors and his trimmer on her bush first, cutting everything down to around 3 millimetres. Sachin had spread her legs wide so he could fit the trimmer along her outer lips. He held his other hand over her inner lips and clit, since he didn't want to nick her.

Her skin was so delicate and reminded him of petals from a flower. It took a few minutes, but he cut down all the long hairs.

Sachin looked at Rani’s face, she had gotten very quiet whilst watching him shave her. She was clearly turned on by him tugging her pubes, positioning her legs to spread her open and the vibrations of the trimmer clearly teasing her.

So was he - he was as hard as a rock but he kept his attention on the task at hand. He continued and trimmed the few hairs on her perineum.

He then picked up the soap and rubbed his hands in the bowl of warm water to lather up. Shaving a pussy was so erotic.


- continued -

Rani's pretty pussy was spread wide in front of him. She eagerly awaited his touch. He soaped all over the area, from the top of her pubic bone, down the sides of her outer lips and over her perineum.

He cupped her pussy and soaped her longer than was really necessary, while he thought of the white bull, Sir Slade, playing with her as he watched.

Nervously, he applied the razor and ran it over the pubic hair from the right side of her mons to the left, applying just the right amount of pressure. It worked perfectly, leaving the skin on the fleshy mound completely bare!
Rani exhaled a shaky breath. She was completely turned on by this new, sensual experience.

More confident now, Sachin shaved off the rest of the hair on her muff, revealing the smooth olive skin below. He rinsed off the razor. Now it was time for the real challenge. He had her spread her legs again, and kept her inner lips safe with his left hand. He ran the razor along her left outer lip, going to her leg pit area. The process removed all the hair from her delicate flesh. It was an incredible turn-on and the visual results were wonderful.

Next were the hairs near the end of her outer lips. He asked Rani to hold her hand over her inner lips, giving him a free hand to hold her outer labia taut. He was able to easily run the razor over them now and eliminate the last few hairs.

Slade would obviously want her pussy as bare as possible. Moving to her right outer lip, Sachin saw that her clitoris wasn't so shy now! It was swollen and sticking out from its little protective hood.

He proceeded to work on her right labia and leg pit area using the same technique as before.

The area around the bottom of her pussy was a little harder to get to. Sachin asked Rani to turn over, and straddle the chair, with her legs spread as much as possible and to lean forward a little.
She did and the sight of her spread pussy from behind with only a few wisps of hair on the bottom, was mind-blowing!
He quickly shaved off the remaining hairs from the bottom of her lips and her perineum. His wife’s pussy looked amazing in its bald, smooth state.
Next were the hairs around her asshole. He soaped around her cute brown rosette and asked her to hold her cheeks wide while he deftly removed the last of her hair.
He wet the towel and dabbed away the remains of the soap from her newly shaved area.
They went over to the mirror to inspect her newly revealed sexiness.

"I may take this up as a living – Pube Barber!" Sachin joked.
They giggled as they admired the result of his new found skill.

Sachin knelt down and ran his tongue over the baby-soft skin of her pussy, along her outer lips, and kissed her pussy. She was breathing heavy and it was clear they had better stop.

This pussy was for their Bull today and neither dared ruin their first meeting.

****

They arrived at The Aqua Pirate at the arranged time and parked their car outside. Both were smartly but casually dressed. They looked round curious, and walked down the jetty to the door and rang the bell.

I answered the door and showed them into my home on the lake.
The main colour scheme in the boat were aquas, greens and varnished wood.
The main living room, however, was white with different shades of brown wood.  It looked luxurious and classy with a couple of white marble figurines standing in the corners.
A spare sofa bed was already unfolded, made up and ready for use.
The drinks were also set out in preparation for this visit and were on the side cabinet.
I invited them in and they sat down on the sofa opposite to mine and I smiled at them in welcome.
Soft saxophone music was playing on my stereo.

 “Sachin, why don’t you make us all a drink, while your wife and I get to know each other. The drinks are over there on the cabinet with glasses.” I gestured with my hand to where the wine was situated.
I wanted Sachin to feel he was a servant to his Bull.

“Yes Sir,” Sachin obeyed while his wife took off her jacket. We chatted about her favourite music, her work as a secretary and general chit chat that helped her to relax.

Sachin came back with the drinks for each of us and sat quietly listening to us, only speaking when he was spoken to. I was pleased that he knew his place.

I decided to take the couple by surprise. “Have you got panties on?” I asked Rani. 
She shook her head.
“Good Girl!”

Then to Sachin. “Pull your wife’s skirt up so I can see her shaved Indian pussy.”

Sachin obediently did as I asked. He pushed open her legs to show me.
I nodded in approval at her hairless cunt.

“Good Cuck” I told him and noticed that he had an erection. “Get your cock out. Let’s see how big you really are and remind me why you are here again.”

Sachin took off his trousers and briefs and folded them up by his wife’s coat. His cock was thinner than mine and certainly smaller than most but not as small as I had thought. Even so, I was not going to let him know this. To make him feel inferior was part of the cuckold fantasy that this couple both craved.

“Sir, I have a small cock and I have bought my wife here for you to satisfy.”
“I see your problem about a small cock,” I told him taking on the role of a superior bull male. “Never mind, I’ll satisfy your wife today and then your wife can decide if she wishes this to be a regular arrangement. Now, go sit in the corner like a good boy and watch us in silence. Drink your wine and… Sachin don’t you dare touch your cock.”
Sachin obeyed and watched us intently.

“Take your clothes off Rani, then come kneel over here Sweetie like a good submissive slut. I want you to take my cock out, worship it and compare it to your husbands. Remember I am the Bull male Sweetie and your husband over there is just my “Sissy Boy.”

Rani removed her clothes sexily and totally naked, she knelt by my side and undressed me, neatly folding my clothes and placing them on a chair.

She took my cock in her hand and played her part well.
Maybe she had been reading up on the subject for she told her passive husband, "Look how big Sir Slade’s cock is. I’m going to touch him, wank him and suck him. I want to make him hard so he can fuck me. Look Sachin, he is bigger than you and he isn't even hard yet!”

I felt the tip of my cock against her lips. She opened her mouth wide. I watched her and then Sachin as she slid my cock in her head.

Loudly so Sachin could hear, “Rani, you have another man's cock inside your mouth! Come on my sexy little slut, suck and lick me." I gave her head a nudge and guided her to a steady head fuck.

Sachin stared with his small thin cock straining and oozing precum. He wanted to wank, but wouldn’t dare touch himself after I had forbidden it.

Rani tasted me, tentatively at first and then with eager enthusiasm. She sucked and licked and felt me stiffen inside her mouth.
She had always wondered what it would be like having another man’s cock in her mouth and now she knew.

"That's it baby, get me nice and hard and then Sachin can hold you while I guide it into your married pussy." I said teasing them with my authority over them.

I fucked her head harder and before long she was gagging from its sheer size ramming and dipping into her throat. I was fully erect now; thick and hard and ready for his wife.

After a while, I pulled her hair lifting her head away. She realised it was time to fuck. She stood and straddled herself over me.
I beckoned Sachin to come forward.

“Give your wife to me.” I told him. “Help her to mount me.”

I held the base of my thick cock while Sachin spread his wife’s pussy for me. We all watched as she lowered herself down on my dick. She didn't really need his guidance but his involvement helped to instil, he was just a mere beta male in the presence of a much more superior alpha male.

She sank down on me and Sachin and I watched my white cock disappear and stretch the inside of her Asian, married pussy.

At last Sachin had had his fantasy bought to reality. He was seeing another man's cock deep inside his wife.

Once his wife was impaled on me, I flicked my head to dismiss him and for him to return to his seat to watch. He cock looked painfully hard and was dripping precum.

Sachin obeyed and watched intently; he watched his lovely wife move up and down on me moaning; he watched my cock appearing and disappearing inside his hot and horny wife. He watched me thrusting upwards to meet her downward thrusts. He watched his wife fuck another man!

She was not just fucking me with her pussy though, her moans and thrusting hips showed she was enjoying it. She was fucking me with her whole body and mind. The words coming from her lips shocked and excited him. She began to massage her own breasts to add pleasure to her performance.
She really was putting on a wonderful show for her cuckold husband and I was enjoying every minute of it.

I asked her questions and she answered me between moans of pleasure,
“You like my big cock in you, stretching you don’t you?”
“Yes Sir, I do. You are so big,” she answered.
“Tell me in front of your husband Rani, show him how good I am. Tell him, you are my slut now, my sexy little fuck toy.”

She moaned and moved her hips more. Her pussy was gushing with her hot juices as she fucked me.
Loud enough for Sachin to hear, “Sir, You feel so good in me.”
“It’s so great to have a real man's cock inside me Sir” 

“You are so big Sir, you fill me up properly, not like my husband. He is so small compared to you” 
“Oh my God Sir, you are the best fuck I have ever had. You make me wild”

“Sir, Your cock is so big, my pussy will never be the same. I won’t feel my husband in me after this.”

She really was quite the slut and to my delight saying the words of slight degradation that Sachin needed to fulfil his own cuckold fantasy.

I looked over at him, although not touching himself, he was thrusting his hips a little in the air fucking an imaginary fantasy in his head. He loved what he was seeing and hearing!

Encouraged, Rani began to shout words that a man liked to hear; that drove a man to fuck harder and deeper; words that would bring cum gushing up from a man like me to fill her pussy.

“Sir fuck me harder, your slut needs it,”
“Sir, use me for your pleasure.”
“I am Sir’s cum dump.”
“Sir, you can take me anytime you want.”
“My tits will always be ready for your hands and lips Sir. My pussy and ass will always be spread for you at your command Sir. Isn’t that right Sachin?”

Sachin nodded and said, “Yes Sir. She is yours first and whenever you want. My wife will be ready whenever you want her. She is your fuck toy Sir Slade.”
Rani cried, “I need a man like you. I need your desire for me. Use me Sir, Take me Sir.”

It didn't take long after that. I took her on the sofa bed doggy style, telling her to lower her arms so her face was on the bed facing Sachin. Their eyes locked as I plundered her pussy.

I fucked hard, deep and bruising. I pistoned back and forth, massaging her tits, slapping her ass and using her married body for my pleasure.
I liked my white cock disappearing into her olive coloured pussy. A pussy shaved for me by her husband. I groaned, she was so tight and good for my bull cock.

I spit on her asshole and thumbed it as I fucked her, stretching her anal star for me.
“This for me too Sweetie?” I asked pushing my thumb right the way into her ass.
“Yes Sir, but I’ve never…” she panted.

I was delighted. “Then I will claim it.” 
As I fucked his wife, I spoke to Sachin, “Her ass is mine. She is my ass whore, not yours. No one can fuck her there except me and that includes you. Is that clear?”
Sachin replied, “Yes Sir, crystal clear,”

At this my cock exploded and I rocketed my semen all in her pussy and then replacing my cock with my fingers, my cock continued to shoot all over her ass and back.
At the same time, Rani screamed her release and I felt her spasm on my fingers as she rode the waves of passion.

Sachin watched all this. He saw his wife orgasm with me, her new lover. He saw my cum between his wife’s pussy lips and all over her body.

I smacked his wife’s ass. “Clean me up with your mouth Sweetie” I ordered, sitting back on my sofa.  “Sachin, clean your wife up and prepare her asshole for my cock.”

Rani knelt and then bent over before me, presenting her ass and pussy to Sachin.
 
She took my cock in her mouth and her dutiful submissive husband, knelt behind her and began his clean-up of her ass and pussy, tasting and swallowing our sex mixture. He rubbed my splashed cum into her skin like a scented moisturiser.

His cock was rock hard from watching his wife get well and truly fucked and from his added treatment as a submissive male. He loved how he felt at this moment, humiliated but more turned on than he had ever been in his life. 

Rani felt elated. Never had she had such a raw, hard fucking before. She had been used and she loved it. The extra thrill of her husband watching her and knowing he approved and was turned on made her feel less guilty about cumming with a stranger.

She pushed back on her husband’s face and sucked and cleaned my cock until I was hard again.

I threw a tube of lube at Sachin. “Get her ass ready for me. I’m going to ass fuck your wife in a minute.”
“Yes Sir, I will.”
“Good Cuck,” I told him and stroked Rani’s hair as I sipped my wine.

I shut my eyes and savoured the taste of the wine; the feel of her married mouth licking my cock; the sound of the sax music with little smatterings of Rani’s gasps and moans as Sachin licked and poked  at her holes.

I smiled. I felt good and knew the couple in front of me were enjoying their first experience of cuckolding.

I told Sachin to go and sit back in his chair and watch. I told Rani to get on all fours and lower her face to the bed like before and look at her husband. When I was happy with her positioning, I inspected her ass and lubed up my cock. Sachin had done a good job of loosening her up.

I placed a foot on the bed sofa and eased my cockhead into her ass. Her anal sphincter was tight but with some prodding and pushing the ring of muscle relaxed and allowed entry to her tight passageway. She felt amazing and we both groaned as I claimed her anal virginity.

I pushed all the way in and rested inside her allowing time for her to adjust and fight the feelings of wanting to shit. I massaged her ass cheeks to soothe as I waited.

“Ready?” I checked with her, after a short while.
“Yes Sir,” she gasped.

I slowly began rocking my cock inside of her. It hurt Rani some, despite the loosening her husband had achieved. Rani had never had a cock seem so huge inside of her, especially in this forbidden place I had claimed as mine.

My balls rested against her smooth lips then I drew back, before thrusting back into her completely. The first few thrusts Rani grunted in pain as the full length of my shaft was buried inside of her.

As her body adjusted to my presence, though, her cunt heated up again with arousal, and she started feeling the pleasure that anal sex offered.

My hand came under her and played with her titties and clit.
Delightfully, Rani started pushing back into my crotch with her hips, meeting my thrusts, begging me, without words, to fill her.

She cried out softly with the combined joy of my hand on her clit and my cock in her ass. Then I grasped her hips with both hands and began to fuck my sex toy hard.

We both felt the sensation building from the delicious friction of my cock in her tight anal passage. I felt the orgasm grow. I pulled her fully against me, enveloping my cock in her ass. I slid my hips against her, up and down, and the sensations grew and grew. I fucked her hard and fast and we moaned in lust.
Rani started to rub her clitoris greedily.

As our moans filled the room, my body stiffened. I thrust my cock deep into her ass and filled it with my seed. I roared with pleasure as it rocketed up my cock.

Rani screamed in her release, trembling and happy with my use of her. She was now my fuck toy, claimed, used and scented in my cum and spit.

She collapsed on the sofa bed under me. I pulled out from her ass and rolled onto the bed beside her. I kissed her, pleased.

After a few minutes, we sat up and I spoke to Sachin. I commanded him to clean his wife while she cleaned me with her mouth. When done to my satisfaction, I spoke to Sachin again.
“You can sit in front of us now and thank me properly for fucking your wife and taking her anal cherry.”
“Yes Sir. Thank you for fucking my wife, for making her your personal ass whore and making her cum.” He told me sincerely, but I wanted more.

“Sachin, You verbal thanks is acknowledged. Now you have to masturbate in front of me as your wife’s lover, to show your approval and appreciation of our performance… And after you cum, you thank me for allowing you that pleasure.”

Sachin blushed, humiliated but excited by the power I exerted over him. He obediently wanked while we sat back, watched and drank our wine.

I fondled his wife’s titties and cunt idly which he found exciting and helped him along.
I knew he wanted to feel pathetic and slightly degraded to feed his submissive fantasy so I teased him and said,
“Look Sachin, I’m feeling your wife’s cunt and titties. She loves it, look at her face.”
“Rani, look at him pulling on his pathetic dick in front of us Sweetie. He knows you need me to fuck all your holes so you can feel a proper man inside you”

That sent Sachin over the edge and he exploded his white creamy cum all over his belly.
When he had caught his breath again, he looked over at me,
“Thank you Sir Slade.
Thank you Sir, for fucking my wife in front of me and filling her with your cum.
Thank you Sir for spraying her with your cum and giving me the honour of cleaning her up and massaging your cum in her skin afterwards.
Thank you for allowing me to remember what you have done to my wife and letting me masturbate until I came on my stomach.”

Afterwards I dressed but made them stay undressed. I made Sachin stay with his cum on his belly while we all sat drinking more wine. We discussed the afternoon and how the couple felt. Sachin and Rani decided they did wish to involve me in their relationship again.

"I think we should leave the when and where for Sir Slade to decide." Rani voiced her thoughts. "I don't want to arrange dates or set nights aside for visits and all that." She explained. “I would prefer it that whenever Sir Slade wants to fuck me he can just come over to us… or… me… or us to come here."

She paused and looked at her husband. "I do love you." She told Sachin who seemed unsure but also could not disguise his erection beginning to rise again. “You will have lots of fun too. I won’t neglect you.” Rani promised.

I spoke and told them, “That casual arrangement suits me better, Sachin. Your wife knows your fantasies; she knows what floats your boat and you know that she will deliver. After all, she also has her own fantasies to fulfil now and you are a cuckold, her cuckold. I may want her to visit me alone, or keep you waiting in the car. I will fuck her and use her with or without you there. She can tell you about it later. Your wife is now a practising Cuckoldress and if she is eager to explore her new found freedom, then you should let her.”

Sachin thought about it, agreed and then grinned. He raised his glass, “To new friendships.”
We all raised our glasses and said, “To new friendships”

And I added, “And new Fuck toys of course”
“Yes Sir.” The couple giggled.   Now that was worth drinking to.

The End.

Deep in the Orient, away from the highways of tourist happenings, were the old customs still practiced in the Arabic world, the same as it was all those centuries ago.
Men ruled and the woman, if not married or of a certain age where they reached elder and wise status to be listened to, were nothing more than work horses to be used to provide comfortable living standards.
Modern and western worlds would not have understood these old ways and most likely would be horrified but here, it was common place to have Slaves around the house who worked for their living. A wealthy man would also have pleasure slave girls for his use when he wanted and for his guests to be spoiled in his home.

In Munich, Germany the new Millennium was near. The German December weather was dreary and miserable. It was cold with grey clouds hanging in the sky and on this morning, cars required ice scraping from their windows. Almost everyone felt the bite of winter and were in the mood of escaping this frosty region and seek far warmer climates.

Gabriella was 35 years old and had a successful business year. She thought it was time to spoil herself after many years of hard work and living as a single Mother doing the best she could for her daughter.
She smiled when she thought about the faces of her loved ones, her Mom Justine who was 58 years old and her little princess, Bernice who was turning 18.

She had secretly bought them all tickets for a 3 week vacation which included the Year change into THE new MILLENIUM to the dream location of Dubai. They would be ecstatic.


On Friday the 10th Dec 1999, her lovely daughter Bernice had her 18th Birthday. In Germany that was a big day as she had reached the age of adulthood and left her childhood behind. They celebrated with a party and during the event, Gaby presented the tickets to her mother and her daughter.
The three beautiful woman had a great reason to toast each other and were excited about travelling to a distance land but more importantly, they needed to decide what clothes to pack!

The women arrived in Dubai on 15 December 1999 in late afternoon and were picked up by the Hotel Shuttle bus. When they entered the Hotel it was like stepping into another world. They checked-in and were guided to their Cabana.
It was a wonderful suite with more than a touch of luxury, this air conditioned cabana on Burj Al Arab Terrace was a refined way to lounge by the sea.

The room hotel room was on ground level and came with a Mediterranean type terrace to enjoy romantic evenings.  The seating outside, which included a lounging bed, had a blue & white throw overs. The flooring was grey slabs which looked quite attractive with the terracotta potted plants of pinks and greens.  There was a wooden pagoda overhead where Ivy was encouraged to grow to give some protection from the strong rays of sun.

The whole room was lavish and oozed luxury for a perfect stay. The Ladies hugged each other and got ready to change into their stunning evening wear for dinner.

The Tour guide Lady joined them to go through the program for the next few days.
In the morning an SUV would pick them up and bring them to the near Oasis by the Al qudra desert lake to be taken back in time where the Arabic People had lived mainly in tents and had a life as Bedouins.
A big event was set up and included a belly dancer show and a camel ride. The drive should not take too long to get out of the city and to the Oasis, maybe a short 45 minute drive.
All was set, arrangements were in place and the Oriental exploring could begin, making it a holiday, they would always remember.

8:00 AM the big white and fancy SUV Limousine approached the front drive-way. The driver was in his traditional Arab dress for a man. His head scarf was tied around the head with a black piece of cord (aghal) and was used with a skullcap called a thagiyah which kept his hair in place. The white robe, called thoub dishdasha, was the main item of clothing for Gulf men.

He smiled when he greeted the ladies. He was like a tiger showing his teeth to his prey but he had a friendly face and he introduced himself as Tariq.
Gaby leaned her head back on the soft leather seat, looked at her Mother’s face and watched her sweet daughter looking at the views out the car window.

She loved how exited they both were, to go into a different cultural world, known of by the tales or 1001 Arabian nights. After about 45 minutes driving on a dusty highway, where on both sides nothing could be seen except sand, she wondered when they would arrive at their destination.
Gaby was sat behind Tariq, in the front seat was her Mother and in the back with her on the right side was her girl.

“Tariq, when will we arrive? Isn’t it time to at least see the Oasis by now?” She tried to look at his face via the interior middle driving mirror.
She was shocked by what she saw. The friendly smiling face was gone. In its place was a more sombre and serious face, and some might even say he was mean looking and sinister.

He answered, “Don’t understand. Soon there”.
The car became hot and sticky inside. The air conditioning must been going out or Tariq had it turned down.

Gaby tried to ask him, but more than a few words of, “Don’t understand. Soon there” was all he would say.
The temperature in the car was rising and became too hot. Gaby needed something to drink, as did her Mother and Bernice. She again tried to communicate with Tariq.
“Tariq, it’s too hot. We need water!”

Surprisingly, it seemed he understood those words. The luxury SUV had a small cooler and Tariq passed each woman a small bottle of cool water. Happy to have a cool drink, all 3 enjoyed it and drained the bottles. They leaned back in their seats. It seemed the air got cooler again but not one of the 3 ladies noticed the change. The narcotic hidden in the bottled water was working fast. They drifted into a deep and heavy sleep.

Gaby awoke again. Her head was buzzing and hurt. It felt like she had had a few drinks too much. She shook her head and felt she was laying on the floor, her face touched some texture of a carpet. She opened up her eyes and could not see much more.

Slowly as she gathered her thoughts, she realized she was on the floor in a room in a captive situation!
Her pulse shot up to almost 100. “WHAT HAD HAPPENED?”
She whispered the names of her loved ones: “Mom, Bernice!”
Nothing

All she heard from outside was the sound of animals snorting and slobbering whist drinking water. She assumed they may be Camels.
Some men voices sounded. She knew it must be Arabic but didn’t understood one word. The roaring laughter made her shiver.

Gaby pulled on her bonds trying to move. She was bound good and proper. Her legs and hands were tied together at the back of her body.
As she moved and pulled, the rope gripped her stronger biting into her skin so she gave up. With a deep sigh she laid her head down and waited. She listened to see if she could hear anything that would help her to understand this situation she was in. The fear weighed heavily in her mind on the lives of her Mother and her little girl. She had no clue what had happened to them.

Tariq stood with 3 other men outside the big black tent beside his car. He was going to be a rich man in a few minutes! Two women and 1 girl would fetch him a fast profit, almost 8500 AED (ArabicEmiratDIrham) - about 2000 EUR in his hands.
 
The place was a tiny Oasis in the middle of nowhere on the way to the border of Oman. 10 midsize black tents were erected in a circle. In the middle was a fireplace, a few carpets laid on the sand with pillows and on other side was a little stair top to see. Other big SUVs and many Camel were tethered nearby.
The “Guests” was already there to start the evening party.

At the front of 3 of the tents was a guard. They were there not to keep the captive’s inside from running, more to protect them and keep horny buyers from the goods.
No one with any sense would run out into the desert! Only those who lived there since birth knew how to navigate in the deadly dunes.

Deep in the Orient, away from the highways of tourist happenings, were the old customs still practiced in the Arabic world, the same as it was all those centuries ago.

Men ruled and the woman, if not married or of a certain age where they reached elder and wise status to be listened to, were nothing more than work horses to be used to provide comfortable living standards.
Modern and western worlds would not have understood these old ways and most likely would be horrified but here, it was common place to have Slaves around the house who worked for their living. A wealthy man would also have pleasure slave girls for his use when he wanted and for his guests to be spoiled in his home.

The three women from Germany were prized. They were highly sought fresh meat for the slave market.
Men were like that here. They were like traders of horses and breeders of dogs, interested in the whole female.  A woman had only one value here…   to be a pleasure slave.

It was hot and muggy, Gaby had had a bad time, not only from her bonds and hard ground, but also the visit she had had.
Tariq had come into her tent, pushing her with his foot to make her look up to him.

“I have just sold you and your mother and your little daughter. I made good money from your pussies.
Now, some advice, if you want to live, DO WHAT YOU ARE TOLD. You are slaves now.”

At least she knew her 2 loved ones were still alive! But all kinds of pictures were in her head now so she could find no relief from her mind.
Two woman entered the tent, laughing and giggling obviously amused about Gaby’s situation.
The older one freed Gaby from her bonds and pointed out to the entrance of the tent where the guard was standing.

In broken English she told her, “You must be good girl or he kill you!”
Gaby nodded tearfully, what else she could do!

She was stripped naked by the two women. They touched her body, pinched her bare bottom and the worst moment of all was when the older woman stood in front of her and grabbed her by her waist, pulled her closer and shouted to her, “open legs “ and slapped the inner side of her flanks.

Instantly Gaby opened and the Woman pushed her finger without warning into Gaby’s vagina, she fingered her deep and thrusting. With a satisfied smile she pulled her hand out of Gaby, looked at her moist hand and said, “Good slave.”

Then she touched Gaby’s breasts and made her open up her mouth and poked with the hand she had used in her pussy. She felt inside and checked her tongue and teeth like an animal at a market!
She was happy with the inspection. This woman would bring a good price. She was in very good shape and already good for use.

They threw her a little bit of clothing on the floor, “Put this on and wait” and left the tent.
Gaby stood there naked humiliated and shaking, grabbed the thing what looks like a Tunica and put it on.
Justine had the same fearful hours worrying about her 2 loved once, more than she did for herself. She had in mind the story’s she heard about kidnapped woman and most had never been found again. What would be happened to her daughter and her grandchild?

Both were at an age where they could be used for a long time by whoever had a whim and mind to.
The same two woman approached her tent. The older one eyeballed her and she felt she was undressed and naked in front of her.
She spoke, ”Me  Zhade, you?”
“Justine,” she answered nervously.

Zhade mumbled something that Justine assumed was in Arabic. She did not understand a thing.
The woman suddenly grabbed her dress and ripped it off of her in a rush.  She stood only with her bra and slip left on. Justine stood in front of the woman, scared. Her heart thudded in her chest. Zhade said something to the younger woman who laughed out loud and nodded and smiled.

Zhade pulled out a knife and Justine stepped back. This made Zhade angry and she got shouted at “COME HERE”

Justine was a very independent, mature woman and to be in that situation was more than uncomfortable but she followed the order.
In a snap Zhade cut her Bra and panties and they fell off her and down on the floor.
She fondled Justine’s body, poked her and pinched and pulled.

Standing behind Justine, she pushed her down to bend over unceremoniously. She let her hand glide between her legs from behind, slapped her on the side and demanded, “Open legs.”
She wiggled her hand at the same between her legs, to show Justine, she had to spread her legs wide.

She touched Justine from behind, feeling her hips, her ass and sliding to her front to grab her breasts.
Holding her tight in this vulnerable bent over position, Justin bristled with anger and embarrassment as Zhade jammed her middle finger in her pussy and her thumb in her asshole.


- continued - 

Justine screamed, tried to rear up and move away but the younger woman with Zhade reacted quickly, grabbed her hair and snapped Justine’s head back down and held her firm like an animal in place. The sudden force in her pussy hurt but embarrassingly reacted instantly with a wet twitch on Zhade’s invading fingers. Her anus was unused by man and was tight and firm.

The check was passed. Justine got pulled back up by her shoulder and Zhade did the same mouth check like before, with the same hand she had just checked the intimate orifices of her body.
“You still good to use, woman. You will bring good price too” Zhade observed.

Justine wasn’t at all sure what she meant but the way she been checked made her feel like a horse going to be sold at market. She just wanted to stay alive and did all what she was told to do.
Zhade gave her a little cloth just enough to cover her pelvis. Put a new rope around her neck and pulled her to the pole. “Wait we will come, don’t run. You will die if you do” 
Justine nodded only.

Nawras also called “The Slaver” summoned Zhade and sent the younger assistant away.
“Zhade we will now check the youngest mare out,” he growled.
Zhade giggled, “Yes Oh Master”
Bernice’s waiting time was also fearful and bad.

When Nawras and Zhade entered the tent she clustered together on the floor and shook, already in fear and with tears in her eyes.
Nawras eyes immediately widened.
What a delicious girl!
Long legs, curvy hips, flat belly, so wonderful, nice tits, small neck that will be soon covered by a steel collar from her new owner and that pretty face with those lips like rose petals,  blue eyes like a mountain lake and long blond hair.

He wheezed deeply. What a pity he would only be involved with her sale. To be one time in her would be wonderful. But maybe he would get a chance after she was OPENED. He smiled, yes he would apply to her owner to be one of her trainers.
“Good Morning girl” He spoke loudly.
Bernice whispered “Good Morning.”

Zhade pulled her up to stand and quickly striped the girl of clothing. How incredibly attractive she was.
How weak and vulnerable they made her feel! Bernice squirmed a bit, moving from one leg to the other.

“HOLD STILL” shouted Nawras. He crouched before her, in his hand was a whip.
“What are you going to do?” Bernice asked low voiced, scared of them.
“Position! - KNEEL DOWN! “
Bernice fell to her knees.
He readjusted her position, improving it and made her kneel back on her heels with her back straight and her hands on her thighs and KNEES WIDE SPREAD.
“THIS IS YOUR POSITION ALWAYS, or you feel the whip! Understand girl?”

Bernice trembled and only nodded. Feeling embarrassed and displayed to their gaze.
“Put your head back,” he said. “Farther,”
Bernice eyes was aimed at the ceiling of the tent.
“This is a test,” he told her. His voice was menacing. 

She went further and further, in doing so, pushing her pussy out and her titties jutted upwards.
Nawras touched her pussy with a knife.  She recoiled instantly.

“AAii”! Bernice cried, suddenly, jerking back, falling over on her side, away from him. She put her hands over her tightly closed knees and looked at him in horror.

“GOOD”, he said, “It is as I thought” and smiled. “You are alive” he harnessed the blade back in its sheath.
The touch had been gentle, but it had been purposeful. Apparently it had told him what he wanted to know.

“Zhade, make her beautiful for the Raffle, it will start soon.” He ordered his helper.
His intention was to raffle her virginity but to keep her for now.

Gaby inched forward to see better. There was a large round block about 5 feet high set in the dirt and a double chain extended upward on a pulley system. Gaby moved forward on her knees and caught her breath. She saw Bernice there on that rounded raised block, standing with her wrists over her head, in manacles of steel.
The chain on her manacles extended upward in an inverted “V” and was about 2 feet in length. As Bernice was pulled into place, a man walked around her with a whip. Gaby teared up, this was her little girl, being displayed in chains ready to be sold!

Zhade came closer to Gaby. Her smile was mean, ”Cry little whore! Cry! Your virgin daughter won’t be sold. Master Nawras will keep her. She will bring him and his friends much pleasure and money after the raffle!”
She kicked Gaby in her side so she gasped for air.
“Get up slave!“  Zhade spoke and poked her with a stick to get up on her legs.

She was escorted outside a short time later. She didn’t know where Bernice had gone. The man on the block fastened Gaby into the manacles and she was drawn upward with her arms extended. Gaby was pulled to her left and then suddenly, her feet were off the platform and she was swinging inches over the dirt.

The sides of the manacles cut into her wrists. She was then being lifted upwards above the surface of the block. Gaby saw, now, being lifted, that there were tiers behind the standing area, extending back and towards the back of the market place building. There were at least 200 men sitting there waiting for the slave auction to begin. 

Her wrists hurt and she felt like a piece of meat, suspended above the platform. The men were looking at her naked body like some would look at a horse to buy. She was a sales display!

Then the chain slackened a little and her feet touched the surface of the platform so Gaby was able to stand in a half inch or so of sawdust. Her wrists were still held high over her head.

She heard the crack of the whip and jerked in the manacles frightened. Some of the men laughed. The whip had not touched her but her response was interesting as aside from being startled, it informed the men that she had not as yet felt the whip but she was fully aware of the damage such a whip could do on her tender flesh.

“Category.”  Gaby heard one of the Auctioneer’s shout to inform the crowd. “Pleasure Slave”

The men leered and starting calling out. Gaby assumed her number was called. They were auctioning her!
She heard more and more bids. The auctioneer walked about Gaby. He touched her, here and there, with his whip. He turned her on the chain, on her toes, made her open her legs, thrust her tits out, exhibiting her closely. Then he turned her around again, faced to the men. There were more bids.

Nawras called out confirmation of bids, made wild gestures with his hands and pointed to some groups of men. They started calling out again and it sounded like a bidding war.
Then he clapped his hand and it was all over. Gaby had been sold!

Her new Owner stepped up and with a wide grin he paid Nawras.
Transaction complete, he took the end of her chain in his left hand and jerked her sharply to him so she almost stumbled.

He laughed at her and his right hand grabbed her hair. He pulled her head back making her back arch backwards and her face look up at him. He pressed his knee between her legs and pushed against her pussy.

She opened her mouth to scream in protest but was shocked into silence, for in that same moment he spit into her mouth and said, “You are mine now slave. You will pleasure me or you will learn the hard way. Swallow all your Master gives to you.” 
He then spit again into her mouth and pulled her head back even more.

It was disgusting but she had no other option but to do as he ordered. She felt violated.
He pulled her up on her chains and dragged her over to his parked car. The back of the SUV opened and there was a travel kennel similar to that of what a dog might use.
“That’s for you Slave!” her new Master informed her.

Gaby turned her head trying in vain to search for her family. Her eyes wandered quickly around the place and crowds. She could not see them.
She got a push and was forced to stand facing the rear of the waiting car.

Her new Master locked her right wrist to the right side of the car with a chain and her left wrist with a short rope with a slipknot on the other side of the car. His head was very close to hers, she felt his breath on the back of her neck.

With one hand he pulled her hair harshly back, kissed her and forced his tongue into her mouth. She rolled hers back to avoid his but he engorged her with his mouth and tongue. She gave up and endured him. He sucked on her lips and bit them for her defiance. Gaby moaned at the sudden pain.

He grunted, laughed, and whispered with a demon like dark voice. ”My name is MASTER ABBAS my little Slave. From now on you will learn what it means to be my property. You still look sexy and hot and I will have use for you when I want. So I will not waste time.”

With one move he ripped the tunica from her body, stood behind her and slapped her bottom hard 3 times on each cheek. She screamed and had never felt so humiliated in her life. He laughed at her embarrassment and humiliation.

He used his foot to jam her legs apart. Gaby felt his massive body pressing on her from behind and rubbing against her sexually. The bulge she felt against her was large and hard but what really unnerved her and made her scared was his hands all over her body.

He touched her in a way NO other man had before him. It was possessive, aggressive and yet she found it extremely arousing. Against her will, her pussy flooded an ached with an animal need.
She heard him get more and more sexually excited and his pushing and rubbing on her got faster and harder. Than he suddenly stopped.

Gaby heard the swish of the rope and she knew he was getting ready to release his member. She mithered, “Please. No please don’t rape me!”
That only brought her 4 more hard whips on her bare bottom, “Shut up slave. Spread your legs, lift your ass. ON YOUR TOES”

She felt her hips roughly pulled backwards. Then she was bent over and in a crude standing doggy position, he ravished his giant Arabic cock into her narrow German pussy. Never had she been treated like such a sexual object and yet, his lust for her made the woman in her soar. She couldn’t believe her female instinct revelled in this treatment by such an alpha male.

He held still for a moment. So they both felt the power of the coupling. She gasped for air feeling like the she was rammed and impaled on a wooden pole. She tried to raise higher on her tip toes but it didn’t help. Her pussy burned and then he began to move his rod inside of her. He began to fuck her. Not like the gentleness of past lovers. This man was fucking her, not making love. He was not vying for her love. He was fucking her as her Master. A Master who owned her and could use her as he wanted. If she displeased him, he could punish her and ultimately take her life if he wished.

One of his hand’s held her hip while the other held her hair in a tight knot. He pulled her head back so her body arched backwards. He grunted and jammed into his new fuck hole, widening her cunt walls. Her pussy loved the rough treatment and started dripping. He felt it too and was secretly pleased. It made him speed up his rhythm. He only wanted to claim what was his, show her his power, there was no time for longer sexual pleasure play. This was a CLAIM FUCK to show the Slave who had control now and he could take her any time he wanted and in any place. She would gratefully accept him.

He loved her tidiness and clean scent. He liked knowing he was the first to claim that sweet new Slave cunt and groped her tits. Gaby whimpered and moaned. She tried to open her legs wider to let her Master know she understood and allow him full access and let him have better use of her pussy.

He speeded up, pounding her like a sex crazed animal, harder, faster and pulling her head all back. Restricting her position and jutting her tits out.
”You are mine now and you will be mine as long as I like” He hissed and with every word he hit his cock harder and deeper into her pussy. He enjoyed taking her; he enjoyed using her; he enjoyed this fresh new pussy he owned. Faster and deeper, he ploughed into her, widening her channel up and he could feel his orgasm build. He was getting ready to fill that little hole with his cum.

Gaby thought he would be finished soon and tried to relax her abused pussy but it wasn’t easy to do. His cock was just too big and he slammed in to her. All of a sudden he let loose of her hair and head.
He pulled his cock out and slapped her again harder and harder on her bottom. Her cheeks were red and sore. They burned and glowed from this new use. More and more Gaby screamed at his roughness.
He grabbed her ass cheeks and spread her bottom wide open. She felt him spit on her asshole and then… SHE THOUGHT SHE WOULD FAINT!

His massive cock cracked into her asshole. She screamed aloud. He pushed merciless in her.
“YES my little slave, scream. Let all around hear that I use you right. They will come and watch and have their share.” he growled and fucked her back passage just as hard as he had her pussy.

Agitated and sexed up from the exciting fuck into her fresh narrow pussy and her tight unopened ass was enough to tip him over to ejaculate. Within a few strokes he could not hold back any more. With a loud grunt and a deep last stroke into her, he released a mass of his sticky cum into her ass.

He stayed in her till he emptied all his load, then pulled out, slapped his cock a few time on her ass and grabbed the back of her neck.
He released the roped left wrist, slammed her around, “ON YOUR KNEES!” He sneered. The chained right wrist was still attached to the car.

Gaby was shaken and hurt from her abuse. She was subdued and followed the order and knelt before him. The chain on her right wrist rattled and reminded her of her low status.
He pulled her face to his cock “CLEAN it. SUCK it clean.” He demanded.

He pressed her chin down to open up and next second his cock, still erect, was hitting her mouth. “Tongue out.” he commanded.
He slapped her face and pushed his manhood deep in to her throat. He thrust back and forth.
Gaby choked and felt close to vomiting. He didn’t stop using her head though and almost seemed pleased with her obvious discomfort.

Just as she was close to puking, he timed it perfectly, stopped, pulled out and said, “BREATHE!”
He slapped her face again. “Tongue OUT”
Panting, she followed his orders with tears running down her cheeks.
He laughed at her. “You learn fast little slave” He slapped his cock a few times on her tongue and on her face.

He stopped using her, looked at her with satisfaction, knowing her pussy and ass were just fine for him. She had been opened wide by him and his cock and her ass was delightfully creamed with his seed.
Master ABBAS was satisfied for the moment. He stepped aside.
Gaby knelt in the dirt behind the car. Her right arm was still in the chain attached to the back of the car. She looked up at her abuser and New Master.

Her face froze for as Master Abbas stepped aside she saw they was surrounded by men, shoulder to shoulder. Several dark faces with ruttish male smiles all leering at her nudity and abuse. They were appraising her attributes and complimenting her Master.
She shrunk with fear and burned with shame.

Master Abbas spoke to them in Arabic and the men growled and laughed.
He then unlocked the chain. Gaby had a small hope that she would be put inside her kennel now and be left in peace.
WRONG!

She found herself dragged to the ground and two man sharply spread her arms and made a cord on each wrist. They fastened her wrists so that she was held open on the floor.
Next moment another two men fastened her legs open in the same fashion. She was spread eagled!
She screamed. “NO! Please NO!”

Her protests amused the men and they grunted and laughed at her.
Master Abbas called out 3 names and they stepped out of the crowd.
He looked at Gaby and smiled, “Nice Slave. Now you will learn how to serve right all 3 at one time. When finished, we drive so do your best!”

Gaby looked at him in fear, then at the 3 man who stood there. All 3 had released their erect cocks.  Never had she been so abused or disrespected before. She wished her ordeal could be over as quickly as possible.
Her body started shaking uncontrollably. She freaked and tried to escape her bonds.

The group stood around her, took their cocks out and began to masturbate. They nodded at each other and worked as one unit. The first Arabic man laid down on the sand. Four other men – holders - lifted Gaby up and placed her above that him. Gaby felt his hands on her as she gasped and whimpered. He pressed his cockhead to her asshole and wiggled a little bit so it lined up on its target.

At his direction, the 4 holders lowered her body on to him. SHE SCREAMED.  He thrust up his cock with determination and drove deep in to her ass.
The next man was more than pleased by that show and got also in position. Two other men were the leg holders. They lifted and spread her legs until she felt they were about to split her! The 2nd man crouched in position and jammed his cock right into her pussy. Now she was filled double penetrated and the men starting to move together as a team.

The sounds she made were one of a defeated animal. The more she whimpered, the more they enjoyed to use her.
Both men fucked her holes, while the man on top kneaded her tits. Gaby was then aware of a third man kneeling beside her head. She shook her head to indicate it was too much but Master Abbas knelt behind her, pulled her hair and held her head and forced it to the side. “Open up and serve him”
She did as she was told.

For her it seemed an endless amount of time that all her holes were full and used, fucking and rocking her body, but for the 3 men, the excitement of using a new body so publicly only took a few minutes for them to reach the pinnacle of excitement and cum almost all together in same time.
She was also aware as she was fucked and abused, the crowd were also wanking to fruition.
The 3 man group grunted and panted until Gaby felt the cocks in her ass and pussy shudder. They ejaculated and filled her up with hot sperm.

The man she served with her mouth told her “NOW SWALLOW SLAVE” and Master Abbas pushed her head over his cock more to choke her. She had no other choice but to gulp the shots of cum.
The 3 men pulled out of her body laughing and slapping their hands high five gestures. Gaby lay stunned where she was.
Master Abbas encouraged the wankers to spunk over his slave’s body still on the floor recovering from her public ordeal.

Several men moved forward grunting and aiming their climaxes on her face, her hair, her tits and her pussy.
The viewer’s applauded and greeted Master Abbas to his good slave.
 The 4 handlers let her loose when all the men had emptied their loads onto her.
Gaby coiled up in pain all her holes burned and she felt pain all over her body.

“Go inside lay and be quiet,” her new Master ordered. The kennel inside the car seemed like a palace now. With her last power, Gaby managed to climb inside by herself and curled up.

Gaby turned her head trying to search for her family once more. Her eyes wandered quickly around the place and crowds. With a sinking heart, she knew she would not see her loved ones again. Tears ran down her face and her knees felt weak.

She heard the cars doors slam shut and about 3 or 4 men got into the SUV before it started off on its journey into her new life as a pleasure slave in the Middle East.

The End.

Fuck.  He was gone again, and these separations were getting to be too much. It had always been like this for them, and being fiercely independent she had always been able to shrug it off and keep busy until his return. However, lately, she'd been growing increasingly needy for him.  Frowning, she hugged her arms around herself as she snuggled into their bed and thought about how their relationship had progressed.

Starting off as friends, they had both enjoying joking and teasing each other.  True to both of their natures, the teasing turned into innuendo, the innuendo into flirting, and the flirting leading to the first shy kiss. From the moment their lips first brushed she knew she would never be able to get enough of this man. Almost immediately, they became lovers, hot and anxious for each other, explosive. Not even marriage and parenthood could completely define their relationship; they were shifting again, and they both knew it.  No longer just spouses and hot lovers, he now commanded and controlled virtually all of her sexuality.  This realization made her miss him more. 

Frustrated with tossing and turning, she crawled naked from their bed to grab the last shirt that he had worn, one of his blue cotton dress shirts. As the soft cotton enveloped her and she fiddled with the gold ‘love' necklace that he had given her, she breathed deeply of his scent that still lingered.  She scornfully glanced at the empty bed, then she went to crawl back in, determined to have a good cry.

She lay alone, imagining that he was holding her.  Her mind drifted to the last getaway weekend at their one room cabin in the woods.  There on a comfortable rustic couch in front of a crackling fire, his arms were around her, and she was at peace. She was shocked that being surrounded by his scent didn't deepen her melancholy. Rather, she was starting to feel incredibly aroused. Her mind drifting to an evening they were snowed in that cabin without power, with nothing to do but fuck.  Oh, how they fucked all day and most of the night on that fold out couch.

A quick glance at her phone showed it was 11pm. The kids were asleep, so no one would hear if she called him. Without him, his commands, she'd never be able to orgasm and relax. Not caring if she woke him, she punched 1 to speed dial his phone and was pleasantly surprised when he picked up on the first ring.

"Angel, is something wrong?  Is it one of the kids?"  He sounded concerned.


"Yes...well, no, the kids are fine.  It's me, I ache...that delicious ache, I need to orgasm or I'll go mad, and I can't do it without you. Can you talk or get on Achat?" Achat was a virtual sex game that they often played when he was away on business.

He chuckled, and she could hear the grin remain in his voice as he answered. “I can talk. Go get my cock." His cock was a toy they had chosen together, it was the closest they could find to the shape, length, and girth of his dick. They used it only when he was traveling, and always together, via phone, Skype, or Achat.  The fantasies they shared were so powerful that the toy was him; his cock, him filling her, him driving her pleasure, even when he physically wasn't. Reaching into her nightstand, she found the favored dildo and laid it on the bed next to her.  Leaning back and spreading her thighs, she let his voice wash over her.

He directed her in a maddeningly slow and gentle voice to touch her lips and whisper his name. Next, to make her fingers his lips while he traced a slow, deliberate path across her face, neck, and torso. She felt anxious, desperate. However, she already knew he wasn't going to allow her instant gratification. She both loved and hated this; she ached for completion, and yet savored the slow ascent to higher pleasure that he was leading her. Every brush of her fingertips on her skin left goose bumps in its wake, just like his mouth would.  Totally absorbed in the fantasy, he was there, making her shiver; drawing sighs and whimpers from her lips.  She was him, they were one.

Her nipples pebbled when he skimmed his fingers over them and drew into a deep pucker when he directed her to pinch and roll them.  Her hips bucked, and her eyes closed, mouth falling open as her breathing quickened. He directed her to bring a full, pendulous breast to her mouth and to suckle the pink nipple between her lips.  He compelled her to build in intensity, with scrapes and nibbles of his teeth, and to suck more of her dessert plate sized areola more deeply into her mouth.

Finally, when her nipples were fully puckered with incredible sensitivity, he had her to playfully bite down for that hint of pain to amplify the pleasure.  Aware she was mad with desire, for he knew her well, he was cognizant that she had started to slide her hand down between her legs and he commanded her to stop. She cursed, how did he know?  She could pretend she wasn’t using her hands to soothe her ache. But in the end, she was powerless to do anything but obey.
 
"I'm going to have to punish you for that, you know. Since that hand is already near your pussy, I want you to just whisper your fingers over your mons.  Not with enough pressure to even tickle."

She groaned in exasperation.  "Yes, Sir.

"Run your fingers along your body for me now, feel my touch. Know how much I want you.  How hard I am for you. How much I want to feel your body shiver under my lips." He continued to tease and torture her over the phone; presiding over her actions to bring her close, maintain her just on the edge, then back away. Just to do it all over again. She had rarely been more turned on.

"Place the palm of your hand flat between your thighs for me now. Press your pussy into it. Slow, firm circles. Now slap that pussy once for me, HARD." 

"Sweet Jesus, did you hear that?" she questioned.  "I swear I heard my juices splatter."

"Lick your fingers for me now, Angel. Remind me how you taste." There was a yearning in his voice now.

"Oh mild, a bit sweet, salty, a little spicy, like ginger, but musky with arousal too."

"You know how much I would like to lick that out of you, taste you, and feel you dripping onto my tongue…. “he faded off, "but, later."

Stopping  his teasing foreplay and commanded her to get the coconut oil and a spare pillow.  She started to question his plans, but he shushed her, and she did as he requested.

"Your little pussy is pink, swollen, and open for me like a blossoming flower is, isn't it, Angel?" 

"Yes, Sir. Not to mention so wet that it's dripping down between my ass cheeks. I'm craving you inside of me so badly I want to scream."

"Take my cock in your hand then, sweetheart. Stroke it up and down, just like I am doing now for you.  I love that little pussy of yours. Run the tip of my cock up and down your slit for me, I want it gleaming with your juices.  Press it gently just below your clit. Then, flick it up along it gently. Spread your pussy lips with my fingers as I run the head up and down,
pressing just the head in now as it goes up and down"

"Honey, FUCK!  I need you in me, NOW!"  She was beyond desperate to cum.

"Then get on your hands and knees, put the pillow under your hips and shove my cock in deep." Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head as she gratefully sunk him into her. She started to rock, but he ordered her to be still.

"Just feel my cock bottom out, feel it stretching you, feel the head brushing your womb.  Don't move, Angel, keep my cock buried deep, press your hips into the pillow, and Don’t. Move."  He slowly, yet firmly, compelled.

She groaned again as she obeyed, straining to keep her body from rocking in a primal manner.  She breathed heavily, tensing with the desire to fuck his cock until she exploded.  Just holding him deep, feeling him, brought her to the edge of bursting.  She panted, whimpered, and cursed under her breath, while he just listened and chuckled. Again, she started to snake a hand underneath her in search of her clit. Again, he knew.

"Don't put that finger on your clit, Angel, I want you to get it lubed with the oil."  His voice was low, authoritative.

"Yes, Sir."  She did as he instructed.

"Do you remember what I said after the last time I fucked you?  About how long it had been since I filled that tight little ass with cum?  No, don't take my cock out of your pussy, but prepare your ass for me.  Get it slick, get it stretched, and keep it in the air." His voice was low and growling as he directed her.

Doing as told, she felt the coconut oil grow warm and slippery as it melted and dripped into her rosebud.  She pushed it deeper with her finger, massaging around the tight muscle, stretching it.  The force of her arousal become a pounding roar in her ears.  She didn't hear the door open, didn't know he had been talking to her on his way home early to surprise her, and she didn't know he was slowly stripping behind her while she struggled not to fuck his cock and played with her lubed ass.

She did feel the bed dip as he crawled on his knees behind her, and she heard his command in stereo, both from the phone and from behind her.  She felt the hot tip of his cock press against her tight anus. Gasping in shock and delight, she dropped her cell phone to the floor.

"I'm going to fuck you with both of my cocks.  One in your pussy, the other deep in your ass,” he stated in a moan as he pushed his flesh and blood cock past her first muscle.  He slowly continued, stretching and holding, letting her adjust.  When she sighed, he pressed past the second muscle and found himself fully embedded.

"I can't believe you drove home in this snow, but I'm so glad you did."  She barely managed to whisper.

The rest of her body was tense, shaking with need as she tried to slow her desperate breathing in order to relax.  She felt the gentle shake of him controlling his laughter, even while he held  himself still, letting her stretch and grow accustomed to his thick cock.  Losing control, not caring if it hurt, her hips started to roll, down so she could feel the press of his dick in her pussy and up to feel his cock slide deeper into her ass.  As a result, he grabbed her hips in a silent command to be still.  Even so, she couldn't stop now, she was seeing red, and her body demanded release.

While over the years her growing trust in him had allowed her to let him have the dominance he seemed to crave. He did always leave her completely satisfied; and, in a way, it was freeing to give him utter control in this part of their life.  Freedom from the pressure and responsibilities of everyday life.

However, this time he'd gone too far, the pent up stress of being alone with the kids, her job, the house; the deep melancholy of missing him, her euphoria at his surprise early return, compounded with  this overwhelming, all-consuming horniness that pushed her past all semblance of control. 

She had been dominant before, with past lovers, and even occasionally during her sex life with her husband.  Regardless, it had been a long time, over the years became rarer and rarer, and she hadn't now for several years.  This seamless blending of fantasy and reality was too much, she was caught up in both, overwhelmed by both, her husband was inside her twice, and she was entirely overpowered by lust. Of course, none of this passed through her mind as her actions simply took over. 

The hand not holding the toy reached further under her, and she grabbed his balls and tugged.  He growled, and she squeezed again, using her grip to guide the speed of his thrusts.  She wanted it hard, and she had to have it or she would lose her mind for good.  She rocked faster, and in response, he fucked her harder.  Their bodies slapped against each other. She could feel the force of his thrusts deep in her hips, deep in her joints, just as she needed.

"Angel…" he growled through gritted teeth, trying to keep in control of the encounter as he was slipping into the red haze of lust himself.

"No!"  She commanded, "Fuck me now!" 

"Fuck, I love when you get demanding." he panted, as he reached around and wrapped his fingers around her clit, one sharp tug down and she exploded into orgasm, seeing stars.  Her swollen walls convulsed with such force that the toy was pushed out of her with a pop, followed by a wet gush of her juices.  He thought his cock would be bruised from the crushing force of her contractions as her ass milked his cock. 

After, she collapsed forward  he followed, letting his weight settle against her back as he kept his cock embedded in her ass.  Next, he caught her earlobe between his teeth and spoke to her in a soothing whisper as her rapid breathing began to slow.  When she had almost returned to normal breathing, he began to slowly pump into her ass. 

"Now, Angel, I hope you're ready for a long night, because I'm going to work you over before I finally allow you to feel the hot splash of my cum in that little pussy."  he said in a low and commanding voice.

"No." she stated firmly.  Her dominant had been released and wasn't about to be put away so quickly.

"No?" he questioned with surprise.

"No." she repeated, stronger, with determination.  "Roll over onto your back, if you know what's good for you," she ordered as she slid herself out from under him.


- continued –

Reaching over into the nightstand, she grabbed some antibacterial wipes and started bathing his cock.  She teased him with slow hand motions tantalizing his dick as she wiped away any bacteria from their anal encounter.  He hissed, and she knew the alcohol stung, burning.  Lord knows it had been used on her nipples and clit often enough, but she'd never done it to him.  Still, she worked it up and down his shaft and over his balls, not only to clean, but she wanted every inch of his cock to have the heightened sensitivity that the alcohol would provide as it cooled and dried.

"Shhh,” she whispered.  "This burning will fade, and you start to tingle.  Once that happens, I promise that you'll love it." 

In contrast to her soothing voice, she constricted the base of his cock, while putting more pressure under his balls; temporarily enhancing his pain, and causing his dick to become more fully engorged.  He was red, throbbing, his cock like a hot steel rod wrapped in velvet in her hands.

Dropping the wipe in the can near the bed, she turned and pushed back lightly on his shoulders and he fell back against the pillows. She slowly climbed up over his legs, leaning in close so that her warm breath grazed over his skin, and her silky hair trailed up his body.  As she slid higher, her hard nipples blazed a path up his thighs, dipping down to his ass, creeping up and over his full testicles. Each brush on his alcohol sensitive cock sent an electric jolt of pleasure through him.

She pressed down so that his cock slipped into her deep cleavage, slick with sweat; she pressed them tightly together and worked his cock between her soft pillows. She paused a few moments, teasing with her eyes, before she continued to climb up his body. 

When they were face to face, she paused; her body flush with his and flashed him a devilish smile. Then she arched her back so his now painfully hard cock was pressed against her pussy.  She wiggled until it slipped between her swollen pussy lips.  Once again she paused, the head of his hard cock pressed against her throbbing clit.  She began to work his cock, teasingly for him, amazingly for her. 

The ridge of the head catching on her hard clit, building her near orgasm again.  From time to time, she'd lift her hips just enough so his tip penetrated her, and she'd clamp down with her muscles around his head.  Then she'd smirk her naughty smile, shake her head no, and grind his cock into her clit again. Alternating back and forth between teasing him and driving herself to orgasm. 

"Do you like it, husband?  Do you like me using YOUR cock for MY pleasure?  This cock is mine, you know.  Your cock is my plaything to make me cum, again and again,"  Her eyes bore intently into his as she continued her dirty talk, which now had a panting, whimpering quality, despite her forceful choice of words.  She became breathless as she neared her orgasm, but she kept speaking.  "It's mine, I'll take what I need, and you'll lie there and give it to me." she whimpered. Her voice rose in pitch and she began chanting his name like a prayer until her pleasure burst, her entire body shaking as she peaked.

"Fuck" she breathed as her heartbeat again began to slow. After another moment, she opened her eyes to see him grinning up at her.

"Having fun, my little devil?"  he asked with a touch of humor in his voice.

"Always," she answered, "and I plan on having much more."

"Is that so" he slowly drawled as he grabbed her hips and speared his cock up into her soaking pussy.

"Oh God, yes" she moaned as she began to grind on his cock, pressing her swollen g spot against the shaft.

"I know what you need, vixen, I can feel how swollen and tight that g spot is,"  he grunted through clenched teeth as he shifted his hips so the wide head of his cock pushed straight up into the prominent spongy spot in her front vaginal wall. He had the right of it, but she wasn't about to give into his control yet.  Putting both hands on his chest for leverage and to hold him down, she started riding hard and fast.

"Sweet Jesus," she whimpered "it's building".  Angling her hips and slapping into him, she ensured that each drive of her hips resulted in a concussive force on her g spot.  Soon, she hoisted herself up off his cock as she squirted all over his stomach, her legs madly twitching.

He held her, stroking her hair, as she shuddered. When she regained awareness, she slid down his body and pressed a wide flat tongue to his cock and licked slowly to the tip, tasting her own tangy, spicy, sweetness; His hand gripped her hair, and she thought he was going to push her into his cock to suck him deep, when instead he pulled her up to his face and looked at her sternly.


"Get on your hands and knees, NOW!" he commanded. Not only did he use his hands to forcefully turn her around, but he also grabbed her hair in his fist, forcing her to arch her back. In addition, he gave one hard slap across her ass and forced her legs apart wider.  "You've had your little fun, my devil, now you need to get taken by your man."  Once more he spanked her ass again on each cheek, causing a cherry red hand mark.  All of a sudden he let go of her hair as he pushed her face down into the sheets.  "Face down, ass up, and take what I give you,” he commanded, slapping her pussy for good measure to punctuate his command.

"Damn, baby, I love when you get all intent."  She throatily praised him.

Holding her head down, he drove into her one hard thrust. Whereas she expected him to pound her, hard, over and over as she clenched her muscles to milk him, instead he held there, wholly embedded.  Ultimately, he slowly pulled out and with a slow roll of his hips; then eased back in, and began deep, slow thrusts.

The head of his cock glided over her g spot as it slithered down to brush her cervix, causing her eyes to roll back in her head. The man knew exactly what he was doing, that this was a favorite of hers, it would have her slowly building and shouting her demands to be fucked in good time.  In the meantime, he'd just relish the feel of her engorged, tight pussy; soak up the sounds of her moans and whimpers, while watching his glistening cock stretch her opening as it slid in and out.

Paying attention to the sound of her breath, her moans, he matched the pace of her building arousal.  When she started to whimper, he punctuated each with a hard thrust. Only to again slowly withdraw, and then slam back in on her next whimper.  Hard, deep, possessive, pounding rams.  Harder still as her breath quickened.  Bucking, faster, deeper, relentlessly.  Her pants turned to deep moans.  He grabbed her hips.  He hammered, pummeling, taking, owning.

"FUCK ME!"  he commanded.  "This is MY pussy, its tightness, the wet heat, MINE!  Made to take my cock, my cum.  Take me! It's fucking MINE!" he ground out. Accordingly, she rocked her hips hard, slapping back to meet his thrusts.

"That's it, fuck my fucking cock, show your husband how hot you are." he praised in a low growl.
Still, they rocked into each other harder, faster, more intensely.  "You know what I want, wife."

That was her command to orgasm, that he was on the edge and could immediately follow her.  A few more pounding strokes, she could hear by the tone of his moans that he was holding back for her, and that did it, it made her tumble over the edge, her pussy squeezing onto him tight.  As she spasmed tightly around his cock, she felt him twitch, grow impossibly harder, felt the hot spurts of his cum, and heard his deep groan.

"That's right, baby, milk every drop of cum from my balls, while I fuck it into your womb."

She added a few extra clenches of her muscles, while he finished the last drops of his violent orgasm.  After both of them lay there panting for a few moments, he slipped behind her and wrapped his arms around her, gently stroking her stomach.

"Twins," he said with a chuckle in his voice, "this time I gave you twins, has to be two, one for each of your personalities tonight."


The  End.

My name is Camille, I’m a 22 years old French girl. I’m 5 feet 08, brunette and I have one blue eye and one green eye.

Two weeks ago I moved into Achat town, it was mid-winter, the Christmas decorations were hanging from one building to another across the streets, and snow was falling slowly from the sky covering the road with a thin white blanket.

I was seated inside the little town's diner having my morning tea when the most breath-taking men I have ever seen entered.

The first one was tall with light brown hair. He was wearing black pants and a red almost crimson sweatshirt. He looked very handsome, I can’t deny that, and there was something in his eyes like a brooding stare that gave me the shivers.

The second one was as tall if not taller than the first man. He had darker hair, his appearance was more round, gentler, and he had striking blue eyes. He was wearing white pants and the same sweatshirt as his companion but in blue.

They were stunning, I could not take my eyes off of them, not that I wanted to. I saw the brooding one look my way and I immediately turned my head away, slightly embarrassed to be caught staring.

I was too curious though and I chanced a glance to see them coming my way and they sat in the booth in front of me.

“Hi,” He greeted with a smile, “Are you new here? I’ve never seen you before.”
“Hello,” I responded shyly, “Yes I moved in two weeks ago. I’m Camille.” I said and politely presented my hand for them to shake.

He took it, “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Kylian, and this is my friend Nolan”

Nolan took my hand and I blushed as he kissed it, “Very nice to meet you, Camille”.
I could tell they were foreigners too. Kylian had a sexy British accent and Nolan had an accent I couldn’t quite recognize, possibly eastern European.

“Are you from…?” I started
“You’re very pretty,” Nolan cut me off and I reddened even more.
“Hum, thank you,” I responded a little surprised.
Kylian leaned on the table and said, “I’m throwing a party tomorrow night with a few friends. I want you to come so… you’re invited.”
“… Euh… I don’t think I should…” I began to make an excuse.

“No, no you come. My place is across the street. See you tomorrow at 7:30, apartment 9”, Kylian finished commandingly while getting up. He started to walk away and stopped to call after his friend “Coming Nolan?”

Nolan also got up, took my hand and kissed it, “See you tomorrow.”
I stuttered a shy agreement, “okay, see you”.

I was completely stunned that these two guys just came out of nowhere and turned my mind upside down. I couldn’t help but be excited by the prospect of seeing them again.

Come the next day, I was standing in front of a door with the number 9 on it.

I was wearing a golden dress with two cuts on the sides, white stockings and matching golden heels. I decided to straighten my hair for tonight. As I was about to knock the door, it was opened by a breath-taking blonde woman. Don’t get me wrong, I am not gay or bisexual but I appreciated beauty when I saw it. She was stunning!

“You must be Camille, hi I’m Sasha…” she said as I shook her hand, “Come in please”.
“Hi, nice to meet you”, I responded with a smile, she seemed nice.

She started talking again as we walked into a spacious living room. I was in awe and didn’t really listen to her.  I shook my head and turned to Sasha, “I’m sorry what did you say?”

She giggled and repeated, “I asked if you wanted something to drink? And the boys are in the next room playing pool if you want to join them”
“Thanks, can I have a beer please?” I asked.
“Sure, go to the guys, I’ll bring it to you.”

I thanked her and followed the voices to the other room. Upon entering I saw Nolan bent on the pool table and cheekily I couldn’t contain my whistle. I blushed immediately as soon as I realized that I had been heard.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” I apologised.

“It’s okay,” he said blushing but secretly pleased. He came near me and kissed my cheek. I blushed even more at that.

Kylian greeted me too and Sasha entered the room. The night was great, we drank a lot, ate pizza, and got to know each other better.

I learned that Sasha was Kylian’s girlfriend but that they were in an open relationship and that Nolan, Sasha and Kylian worked together at a bank in the city.

It was a nice evening in general and I went home smiling, knowing I had made 3 good friends.
A few days later, as I was walking down the street, I caught sight of Kylian. He was standing on the sidewalk by a tree. I decided to go greet him.

“Hey Kylian, what are you doing all alone in the snow?” I said as I came closer.

“Hello Camille, nothing much, just enjoying the view”, he responded staring deliberately at me with an appreciating look. I blushed when I realised, I was the view.  I was flattered by his appreciation and decided, since he and Sasha were open for other partners, to flirt a little with him.

“Yeah? You like the view?” Today I was wearing a strappy black top under a black blazer with a black mini skirt, high black and white socks and black heels.
“I like it very much,” he said taking my hand and putting it right on his bulging pants.
“Oh!” I said surprised, “I can see that.”
“Are you busy right now Camille?” he asked.
I shook my head, “No.”
“Would you like to come home with me?” He asked.
I was a little taken aback by his unexpected proposition but I was quick to respond.
“Sure I’d like that.”  I agreed excited.

We started to walk toward his apartment. Upon arriving, he opened the door and let me go in first, he led me to the couch and we sat down.
“So Camille, I meant to tell you since I saw you at the diner the first time, I had the urge to fuck you”, he declared confidently. He was really straightforward and I liked it, “but I need to warn you first. I’m what you could call a Dominant man.”

“Oh okay”, I said intrigued, I’ve never had sex with a Dominant guy before but I was curious, “What kind of Dom are we talking about?”
“I like to be in control basically but I’m a pleasure Dom or top player. I spank if I need to but I soothe afterwards. It is after all for both our pleasures, not only mine. I also like to bite and spit on occasions but not to downgrade, it’s to scent my territory. I like to smell myself on my partner.” He explained to me carefully, as if to see if I would be revolted. I was not. It kind of turned me on.

“Ok I understand,” I responded, “Does this mean I have to call you Sir?”
“Are you in?” he asked, surprised by my answer.
“Yeah sure, I want to try something new. So do I call you Sir or Master or … I don’t know something else?”
“You can call me Sir or Master but not necessarily outside. If we’re going to do this though I want you to wear something else. Come with me.”

He stood up, holding out his hand for mine. I took it and he brought me to his room. He opened one of his drawers and took out a set of red and black garter stockings.

“Here take these and go change in the bathroom right there, I’ll wait here.” He pointed the bathroom door to my right. I took the stockings and went in to change.

When I reappeared in the room I was naked except for the garter stockings he had given me.
Kylian had stripped down to his underwear, some black boxer briefs with a side slit pattern on them. He let out a growl when he saw my nudity.

I came closer to the bed where he was sitting, his back against the headboard.
He reached out a hand and said, “Come here baby.”

I climbed on the bed and crawled up to him, looking at him in the eyes, until I was straddling him. He grabbed my hips and made me sit on his crotch. I immediately moaned at the feeling of his maleness between my legs. Even though he was wearing undies, I could tell he was a big man.

“Good girl.” He praised, “Now you’re going to sit on my face and I’m going to eat you out, then you’re going to suck my cock and get me ready so I can fuck you. Understand?” his voice was sexily rough and demanding, causing a pool of heat to dart straight to my lower parts.

I nodded and started to go up to his head but he stopped me by squeezing my hips, “I want to hear you say it,” and I knew instantly what he meant.
“Yes Sir.”
“Good girl.”

I approached his head with my pussy until I was positioned in front of his mouth. My knees were on opposite sides of his shoulders. I was exposed totally to him.

Kylian grinned wolfishly and slipped a finger through my folds to find me already soaked. He pressed down on my clit, making me gasp and rock towards his face.
“Easy baby, I’m going to take my time with you. I see you are already so wet for me” He told me.
I whined a little, excited by his words.

His hands gripped my hips tight enough to bruise, guiding me down until he could press his lips to my slit. I breathed a sigh of relief when his tongue flicked at my clitoris, but it soon turned into a needy moan when he captured it between his lips and worried it, sexually teasing I in to my own little pleasure world.
“Mmmmmm fuck!” I moaned.

He had his right arm wrapped around my lower back keeping me steady. He started to fuck me with his tongue and I was soon close to climax. He pulled his tongue back to my clit and slowly slipped a finger inside me then a second and started moving in and out. I started to move my hips for more but Kylian, stopped me with his hand still on my lower back.

“Another finger please Sir,” I begged like a needy slut.

He growled around my clit and the vibration made me moan even more. He allowed another finger to enter me. I now had three fingers inside my drenched pussy. He started to flick his tongue even faster and soon I was coming undone on his mouth, screaming out as my powerful orgasm exploded.

“Aaah yeeees.”

He drank me hungrily, then pushed me from his mouth and down towards his stomach, “Mmm, you’re such a good girl.”

He grabbed my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. I kissed him back in response. I especially enjoyed the taste of his mouth mixed with my cum. He finally broke away and gestured for me to go on the floor. I got off of him and climbed out of the bed.
 
I knelt at the foot of it waiting impatiently. Kylian got up too from the side, took off his underwear and walked to sit in front of me on the bed. I was still kneeling and now looking at his length. He was well hung! His cock was long maybe 7 inches and 1 ½ inches thick.

“Do you want it baby?” he asked me slowly. I nodded my head not taking my eyes off his prick. “Speak” he commanded.
“Yes Sir,” I replied, finally looking up.
“Go ahead and get a taste.”

I bent my head forward, the salty taste of him lingered on my lips as I kissed the tip. I pulled back from him, my eyes locking onto his as my lips descended, sealing around his head. I moaned at the taste. I started to relax my throat so I could take him deeper and deeper. He was big in my mouth and soon I started gagging. I could feel him encircle my neck with his calloused fingers and rumbled, "Take it, Take it all Slut."


- continued -

Kylian groaned his approval, always keeping me in place with his hands. His hips thrust a wicked rhythm up and into my throat. I gloried in the feeling of being filled and used in such a way. It thrilled me and made me moan louder and louder.

He pulled out suddenly and I whimpered in protest.

Kylian laughed softly after hearing my disappointment and pulled me up, looking at my chin wet with my spit and drool.
“God! You’re a little slut aren’t you?”
“Yes Sir, I’m a lil’ slut Sir,” I agreed.

He stood up and stood behind me, pushing me slowly on the bed. I was bent over, my face towards the mattress. My ass and pussy thrust up, presented to him.

I could hear him growl behind me. Slowly I felt the tip of his cock pushing against my wet entrance, and a moan immediately escaped me.

In one fast movement he was deep inside me and I screamed while he groaned at my tightness and the feel of a new pussy on his cock to enjoy. Then he pulled out of me completely, pausing a second or two and then thrust roughly back inside me as fast and brutal as before.

My hands clenched the sheets and my body fell completely on to the bed, my head pressed on the mattress.

He began to ram into me like a hungry beast and I was thrilled, totally turned on and loving every second of him taking me.
His hands slapped my ass and I cried out in pleasure, triggering his own deep groan of satisfaction at controlling me.

He only spanked me once and I whimpered, almost in a demanding manner. His left hand came around my throat and he pulled me up against his chest.

“What do you need?”
“More.”
“More what?”
“I need it to hurt, at least a little bit.”

A familiar blush crawled from my chest to my face. I was comfortable with talking during sex, even dirty talk and still do often but talking about needing pain - that was still foreign for me.
His hand tightened on my throat and I could feel it was turning him on even more. He liked to dominate me and I liked him controlling me.

Suddenly, his mouth was on my shoulder, I felt his teeth sink into my skin. I felt the shooting pain of his bite as he broke the skin. He released his hand around my throat, moved and squeezed my right breast.

I let out a scream of pain mixed with pleasure. At this, Kylian started to speed up. His pace was so intense that I could hardly take it anymore.  My inner walls were nearly ready to convulse around his cock, trapping him inside of me.

“Don’t cum yet,” he ordered, panting in my ear.

I held back my orgasm as best as I could, feeling the growing need in the pit of my stomach but refusing to come off the edge. I surfed the waves of need as Kylian continued to thrust.
This time he was harder and deeper, hitting a spot inside of me that made me see stars. Every time he eased out, it was to slam back in again unmercifully. It became even harder for me to hold back my need and desire to cum.
 
"You love this, don't you baby?" he said, holding back his own release to see how long I could hold out for. "Me fucking you hard, showing you my raw desire, showing you I lust after you?"

I was still moaning and panting, finding it hard to reply, I could hardly comprehend his words properly.

"Tell me." He hissed through my sex crazed state.
"Ye-yes Sir. Yes, I do. Master! oh …shi-it. Fuck. Siiiiiir!"
"That's it. Feel it baby. I’m your Master."

I didn't think I could hold back any longer.
 
"Si- Sir - Sir pl-please."
"Please what?" He said, his voice a soft, deep whisper.
"Please Master, let me c-come." I could not talk for much longer.

Kylian continued thrusting and made me wait until I my screams became quieter, my moans more strangled.

"Come for me, Camille." He allowed at last.

He felt me clench around him. I didn't care if people even heard me. I was so loud. He continued to thrust into me, leading me onto my second orgasm of the night. I was already so sensitive from the first one causing me to whimper in my rapture.

His hand left my breast to come between my legs, rubbing my clit with such ferocity. I threw my head back on his shoulder and climaxed so hard that I couldn’t see anything around me, I couldn’t hear anything, I could only feel the orgasm contracting my whole body, wave after wave after wave.

Kylian followed me soon after as my pulsating body triggered his release. He spurted strings of cum inside me while I screamed with pure joy.

I collapsed on the bed and Kylian moved over to lie beside me and dragged me in to his arms. We were a sweaty cummy mess, but I didn’t mind. We held each other as we both calmed. He broke the silence first.

“I have a proposition for you.”

I could only hum to prove I was listening, “hmm?”
“I would like you to be my submissive toy.”
“I would like that too.” I murmured and smiled.

After that, we napped a little, then showered and I went home completely satisfied with a little swagger in my step.

The weeks went by, and I was more than happy. Kylian and I developed our relationship, had more sex to learn about each other’s needs and we became closer. Each session was as exceptional as the first time.

One day, I was at dinner with Kylian, Sasha and Nolan and sharing an afternoon drink when Sasha and Kylian told us about a vacation they had been planning for a while.
“Can you believe it? We’re going to Paris!” Sasha exclaimed.

Kylian, beside her, was smiling. He leaned over the table a little watching Nolan, “Will you take care of Camille for me mate?” he asked.
“I will Bro.” replied Nolan, smiling at me.
Kylian then looked at me and said, “I give you permission to sleep with him babe.”
I blushed instantly at that.

10 days later, Nolan and I were on my couch cuddling and completely naked.
Kylian and Sasha had gone on holiday the week prior.
Nolan was Eastern European as I thought and teaching me some words from his native tongue, Serbian.
“Ljubavi means love,” he told me.
I was repeating every word he said to me, giving him the equivalent in my native tongue of French.

Nolan was a very attractive man.
He was not like Kylian though.
Nolan was more romantic and passionate. I wasn’t ashamed to say that we had slept together a few times already. He was really gentle and loving and fed the romantic need in me. 

Killian was more Dominant and gave me what my submissive nature craved.

I could feel some feelings blooming in my heart for Nolan. I think I was falling in love really hard for this cute man.
As Nolan was teaching me, I could feel his hand start to trace the curves of my body. From my hips to below my breast.

I looked at him and kissed him passionately. After the kiss Nolan eyes met mine and he said
“I think I am in love with you,” he confessed.
“I think I love you too” I admitted to him.

And we start kissing again. He started to pick me up to carry me to the bedroom but I was too eager and mumbled,
“Table”

He then deposited me on the table and just nuzzled my sternum and lapped at the underside of my breasts. I sank my fingers into his hair. The drift of his mouth across my stomach and his hand along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh elicited a sigh of pleasure from me.

His broad shoulders looked way too good settling themselves into place between my thighs. I was just as turned on by that as I was by the feel of his warm breath weaving through my pubic hair. 
He started softly, with short flicks of his tongue across my clitoris then matched those with the long, slow strokes of his fingers inside of me. 

Nolan teased me slow, just long enough for me to relax a bit, and then he crooked his fingers and gave wider, flatter licks to my pussy, my clitoris, my hood and every bit of sensitive skin around it.
I moaned at that, rolling my hips into his face. He pulled his hand free and settled his arms around my hips so he can hold me and fuck me with his tongue.

He held me open with his lip at my labia and swirled his tongue around my clit until I rolled my head restlessly. 
“So good, ljubavi” I told him, gasping when he made slow, deliberate licks up my centre. 

My thighs started to quiver.  Nolan felt it and shifted one of them up and over his shoulder.  He was so warm and solid under my knee, and now he was back to those quick, tiny flicks and zigzags of his tongue.  I whined his name and one of my hands sprang to his hair, barely able to keep my eyes open for more than a few seconds at a time.  I caught him watching me.  I murmured his name and he rewarded me with chaste kisses to my inner thighs.

I tried to pet his hair but in my sexual bliss my coordination was failing. Nolan noted my reaction and brought his fingers back and added another. Three wonderful fucking fingers pumping me! I shuddered at the sweet fullness of my cunt.  He sucked on my clit and I fell back to the table, quivering.  He did it again, firm and sure, building my orgasm and then I came!

I arched up, my leg still on his shoulder into a crashing wave of electricity and heat and life. My body released in a full force of climax, jerking and fitting under him.
He stood up then and pulled me in a sitting position with him between my legs. He kissed me gently, only stopping to murmur,

“Volim te moja ljubavi, ” He said sincerely with so much love that I didn’t even need a translation.
And I replied, “Je t’aime Mon amour. ”

His lips found mine again, running his hands up my thighs. I made a noise of impatience, so he gently grabbed my hips and pressed the tip of his cock into my wet folds. I breathed in sharply, closing my eyes in anticipation, awaiting the rest of his thick length. He pulled me into a deep kiss as he pushed himself the rest of the way in.

I moaned into his mouth, and I could hear him moan back. He slid out of me gently before ramming his cock back inside.
I was starting to feel my orgasm build up when out of the blue, Nolan took me in his arms and carried me to the couch again.

He was still inside me when he sat up both down with me straddling his lap. Nolan hands went to my lower back and he pulled me towards him, kissing my breasts that were at the perfect level for his lips and he started to move his hips again. I felt his cock stirring, stretching and fucking my pussy!
I gripped the back of the couch and just tried not to die from pleasure while he focused his attention on my breasts and fucked me at a delicious pace.

Soon I couldn’t stand it anymore, I wanted more. “Faster Nolan,” I pleaded.
We increased our tempo and Nolan grabbed me by the neck and pulled my head down to him in order to kiss me once again. Our tongues collided while he continued to ram into me from below, skin slick with sweat.

The apartment was filled with moans and groans and I was biting down on my lower lip, about to explode. My hand sneaked to my clit and I rubbed it furiously, chasing my second orgasm.
“There you go, come on, ljubavi,” urged Nolan, close as well, bucking his hips and fucking me wildly now.
The sex sounds I made, in combination with my pussy muscles clenching around him when I came pushed Nolan to join me in my rapture. He growled and rested his forehead between my breasts while riding out his own climax.

I hugged him as well, trying to catch my breath. For a while we just sat there, breathing and enjoying the moment. Nolan ran his hand over my back and I snuggled into him.
Our sweaty skin caused us to feel slightly cold after we cooled down and became calm once more.

“Bedroom?” suggested Nolan.
“Yeah,” I said. “I just need to wash up first and maybe get a glass of water. But both of those would require me moving.” I sighed and Nolan chuckled, kissing me gently on my cheek.
“Come on,” he lifted me from his lap, pulling out from my satisfied pussy. Then he helped me to my feet and we went to get some water.

I admired the view in front of me. Naked Nolan was truly a sight to behold, a very handsome and fit man.
I was exhausted and utterly spent but I didn’t want to go to bed just yet. “Shower with me?” I asked.
“You just can’t keep your hands off me, can you?” He chuckled, steered me into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
“Never,” I said, stepping into the stall and extending my hand to him.
After our shower we went to bed, cuddling together. We fell asleep with him behind me and my back pressed against his chest. His arms encircled me. I felt safe and loved.

Almost 5 months after meeting Kylian and Nolan, I could not be happier.  Our relationships work very well.
I love Nolan who treats my romantic needs and is very loving.
I adore Kyllian who looks after my more naughty needs and answers my needs to be treated as a submissive toy.
We are all very lucky we met each other that day.


The End.

Present:


Slowly I opened the door of our bedroom. My husband still lay naked on bed. He was on his back with his hands and legs cuffed to the four corners, spread eagled. His head however was at the foot end of the marital bed. 

´´Hi honey!´´ I said as I approached him.
´´Hey babe.´´ He replied, looking at me, ´´You came home so fast. No guy?´´
I smiled down at him as I pulled my skirt up, ´´Ummm I will tell you.´´ 

I bent down and gave him a passionate French kiss. I purposely let his tongue explore my mouth and groaned when I noticed the exact moment he responded more passionately for he had tasted the essence of the other man’s cock I had sucked only a few minutes ago.

´´Mmmm, you taste different babe.´´ he whispered and smiled.
My hands ran down his chest as I felt his breath through my dress and on to my sensitive tits. My nipples were stone hard as I started to talk and describe what had happened earlier.


1 hour ago


I was sitting at a bar where my husband had sent me. I didn’t like the idea he had suggested few months ago that I should date other guys. He showed me some internet sites of lots of wives who dated and fucked other guys. My husband was very keen for me to try it and I loved him dearly. After a while I started to fantasise about being with other guys while my husband watched and I began to like the idea. Now the time had come for me to take the fantasy a step further. I was ready to try the hot wife lifestyle.

´´Mia. Where is Mike?´´ suddenly I heard a voice behind me. I turned around and saw Mike’s black friend Tom smiling at me.
Tom was a very handsome black man, with a toned and extremely athletic body type. He was sharply dressed.

´´Hi Tom.´´ I was shocked to see him and surprisingly felt shivers of excitement. I felt I had been caught at doing something I shouldn’t. I don’t know why but the situation turned me on. I felt my heart bump faster ´´Mike is at home.´´ I answered.
´´And you alone here?´´ he continued as he joined me at bar for a drink.

I was sitting on bar stool with my legs crossed in my short black dress. It showed of my pale white skin to perfection. It was plain but classy with a plunging back to show off my spine and the fact I was not wearing a bra. The hem, square neck and plunging V down the back was hemmed with matching black lace. I also wore a gold coloured back chain, sexy black panties and 4“ high heeled shoes. 

I smiled at Tom to welcome him and asked innocently, ´´Is that ok that I am alone?´´
´´Its ok with me. But does Mike know?´´ he enquired.
´´What if I tell you it was his idea?´´ I giggled at him.
´´Wow. Dam. Bartender. A beer for me and Mia?...´´ he called the bartender and pointed at me for a drink.
´´Martini.´´ I ordered with a smile.
´´So if I get this right Mike will be here soon?´´ Tom asked and slid closer to me.
I shook my head,´´ No. He is lying in bed, naked and hand cuffed and is waiting for me to bring a surprise home.´´

Tom suddenly realised the situation and got a surprised face, ´´So you wana tell me your husband is a cuckold?´´
I smiled as I saw Tom knew about cuckolds, ´´Not yet. I mean I am not a Hot wife yet. It’s my first night out.´´
Tom laid his hand on my leg, ´´Would love to be your first bull,´´ he offered.

I felt my knees go weak. My heart bumped faster. My pussy started to shiver as Tom’s hand slid more up and under my skirt. He bent closer and kissed me softly. I opened my mouth and returned the French kiss, slow and seductive.


Present time:


´´Ohhh fuck Mia. That’s so hot you kiss Tom mmmmm. Did he fuck you?´´ My husband, Mike asked.
He was shivering under me as told my story slowly, while my hands slid around his chest and belly. I sat astride him, moving my body back and forth. I noticed Mike wanted to smell my pussy and taste it but I kept it away for now to tease him, ´´Be a good boy and listen. Don’t be in such a hurry, we have plenty of time.´´



30 mins ago:



Tom led me outside and pressed me on his car as we kissed again passionately.
One of his hand cupped and squeezed my tits, while the other one rubbed my wet pussy through my panties. My heart raced. A man who was not my husband was now touching me for the first time.
I felt a rush of sexy wet heat flood my married pussy. I was so horny by the situation that was usually forbidden but in my case, I had my husband’s blessing.

I was in need to be fucked like never before.
''My place or motel?'' asked Tom.
I was so naughty and horny as more naughty idea ran into my mind, ''Take me home.'' I said wickedly.

While he drove his car towards my place as I bent over his lap & unzipped his pants and pulled his big black cock out: ''Ohhh fuck...thats huge cock Tom!'' I exclaimed.
''Hope you like it Mia.'' Tom said smiling.
I started to stroke his cock slowly. I felt his hard big black cock in my hands, ''It’s much bigger than Mike’s or any other cock I had so far mmmm.''

Tom pressed my head to his cock and ordered, ''Then suck this 9 inch cock slut.''

I opened my mouth as his commanding words turned me on more. Stretching my tongue out, I tasted his precum and slid his big black cock slowly into my mouth. I moaned softly as I started to suck that monster while I held it with my hand.

''Fuck your mouth feels gorgeous slut...uhmmmm so gooddd mmmm.'' Tom said in a lusty guttural and deep voice while I sucked it with more and more passion.
Sliding his cock deeper into my mouth I felt it hit my throat with every move of my head.

I noticed car had stopped and as I pulled me up to his tip, I saw my house. I kissed his cock and told Tom my idea.



Present:



''Ohhh Mia... What happend next. Did he fuck you?'' Mike moaned under me.

I saw his cock leaking precum. Slowly I climbed higher and got on all fours on the bed. I moved my pussy above Mike’s head into the “69” position. My lips where above Mikes little cock but I didnt want to touch it, only to tease it with my hands. I placed my hand around it and blew wind on his cock. I heard Tom walk into bedroom and saw Mike had heard him to.

''What...ooohhh fuck.'' Mike was surprised.
''Hey buddy.'' Tom spoke to his cuffed friend as he pointed his cock at his wife’s pussy.  I felt his big cock head on my wet pussy lips.
''There is no way back buddy now.'' Tom told his friend. I turned around and saw Tom smile down at Mike while he pushed his cock slowly into my married pussy.
''Ohhhhh yeahhhhhh'' I moaned louder and louder as I felt Tom’s cock start to stretch my pussy and his big cock head slid slowly into my willing body.

Mike was shaking under me. His wife was being fucked above his head!  His wild and nasty dreams were coming true as he saw another man’s cock slide into his wife pussy. He was out of words and so turned on!
''Lick your wife’s cunt cucky.'' Tom ordered Mike. Next second Mike’s tongue started to lick my pussy while Tom started to fuck me slowly.

''Ohhh ohhhh yes mmm it  feels so gooooddmmmm.'' Imoaned louder and louder.
It turned me on to feel Tom’s big black cock slide in and out of my white, married, tight pussy. His cock was so big and it reached so deep into me like no cock had before.

I ran my hands over Mikes ball’s and cock as Tom started to fuck me harder and Mike licked my pussy with so much passion and vigour,  I felt I would explode very soon. It was so hot having two men teasing and fucking my pussy.

''Thank you for letting me fuck your wife bareback buddy.'' Tom remarked laughing.
''Yeah Tom. Cum into my wife’s pussy.  oohhmmmm.'' moaned out Mike as he wildy licked my clit. Tom’s cock slid deep into my pussy reaching cervix with ease.

''Yesss yess yes   ooghhmmmmm fuckkkkkkk cum into my pussy yes mmmm oohhhhh'' i screamed out from pleasure, my body started to shake as I started to cum on Tom’s rock hard cock.
''Ohhmmm ohhmmmm yeahhhmm ohohmmmm...'' I breathed deeply into Mike’s cock as I felt Tom start to throb deep inside me.
''Uuuuyeaahhhh uughhhhhh.'' Tom moaned and started to cum into my married pussy.

I felt his cum deep inside me! I felt his cock pulsating cum into me. Then Tom pulled his cock out. His cum leaked out my pussy as Mike started licking me wildly. I noticed he shook under me as he started to cum without out me even touching his cock. The excitement of another man filling his wife’s pussy with his seed was too exciting for him and he shot his bolt. I pressed my pussy to his face more as he licked my used and cum filled pussy.

After a while I dropped down beside Mike on my back, smiled to Tom as he stood above me and put his cock on my mouth. I stretched my tongue out and licked his big black cock.
''Congratulation Mia and Mike. You are now a Hot wife and cuckold.'' Tom said smiling at Mike as I sucked his cock slowly.

 ''Thank you Tom. You can fuck Mia when she want from now on.'' I heard Mike reply.
''Mmmm then I got to uncuff you and you can sleep on the couch tonight.'' Tom decided to take advantage of his good fortune.

I stood up as Tom helped me uncuff Mike. Mike bade both of us good night and left to make a bed on the couch for himself.  He could hear his friend and me, his hot wife, cavorting and fucking in the marital bedroom throughout the night.

Mike knew I would reward him in the morning by allowing him to kiss and clean my used pussy while I described in detail what we did all night. The wait till then just prolonged the thrill for him.



The End.

The seventy one year old man set down his coffee cup and opened the garage door. He was greeted by the bright desert sun which filled the garage with light. A warm smile appeared on his face as he looked down on her. The object of his affection was a motorcycle, but she was no ordinary bike. She was a 1950 Vincent Black Shadow.

The man had found her while in the Army, stationed in West Germany in 1960. It was love at 1st sight and he called home to beg his dad for a loan to get it shipped home to Nevada. His father agreed and when the man got home in 1961 the bike was waiting for him still packed away in its shipping crate.

Although her paint had slightly dulled over the years, the little chrome she had shone and she ran like the day she was born.
“A super bike before there was such a term,” the man mused, “capable of 125 mph in a time when most bikes could barely achieve 80 mph.”

The Black Shadow featured a 998 CC engine, a sprung rear sub-frame, and extensive use of aluminium alloy. Her Overall weight was a relatively light 458 lbs.  While other contemporary motorcycles tended to be polished and chromed, the "Black Shadow" was unusual in being predominantly black.
The black enamel crankcase was effective both for marketing and heat dissipation.  Fewer than 1,700 Vincent Black Shadows were made and all hand-assembled.

The man straddled the bike and gave her a kick and she roared to life. His well-tuned ear listened for any irregularities and found none. As the black beast purred, his mind drifted back to his youth.

It was the summer of 1964.

He was known as Vinnie and was a member of an Outlaw biker club

Vinnie heard the rumble of three bikes slowing down in front of the truck repair garage where he worked and had an apartment on the top floor.

He took one last look in the mirror to check his club vest. He wore blue jeans, engineer boots, black T shirt and blue denim jacket and on top his club vest: “The Rattlers MC.” His hair was a sandy brown slicked back with a dab of pomade and he had a well-trimmed goatee.

“Vinnie, You handsome devil, while were young!” Snoopy the resident club funny guy yelled as Vinnie bound down the stairs and joined him in the yard.

Snoopy was not alone. Chester and Iron-butt sat on their idling bikes waiting for him.
Vinnie sat astride his beloved Black Shadow, gave his bike a kick start and followed the three Rattlers out to the street.
They owned the road as they rode.

A few miles down the way, they saw the rest of the club members at the Texaco station near the highway.
It was late Friday afternoon and the Rattlers were milling about. Some were topping off their tanks and others were just joking around anxious to hit the road with their biking brothers.

A short time later, all were set. The club president, Ike Wilson, gave the signal and the club roared off onto the highway. Their destination was the Oasis Hideaway a roadhouse/gas station/motel about 30 miles down the road, out in the middle of the desert.
 
As the club rode out, the line of bikes began to stretch out in an impressive convoy.
Out front, the swift British café racer bikes, Triumphs, Matchless’s and Vinnie’s Black Shadow vied for the lead. The newer Harleys and Beezers (BSAs) did their best to keep up, and the older Harleys and Indians brought up the rear.

The Oasis was considered “neutral territory” and a favorite meeting spot for biker clubs and cross country truckers. The food was decent and the bar had live entertainment on weekends.
The proprietor was a tough old SOB who went by the name Tonopah Pete.

Pete was a B-29 pilot during WW2, then finished his service out of the secretive Tonopah test range and air base that was nearby.

The Oasis was a rough and tough place but it was generally understood by the patrons that all “disagreements” were settled outside.
 
If a fight broke out in the bar, Pete would quickly restore order with a baseball bat he called “The Babe” that he kept handy behind the bar. He had enough respect from his patrons to know better than to mess with him and his bar.

As the club rode down the highway, Vinnie mulled over his current status in the club. Patched in last winter, he was well liked by the other club members but had yet to make his mark.
His club vest was relatively free of embroidered patches. The Rattlers went by the “bought and earned” patch system.

Vinnie had the “1% percent” patch which meant Outlaw biker, the “number 13” patch which meant the 13th letter in the alphabet - M  for marijuana and he had a “RIP” patch to honor “Bowser,” a club brother who had been killed when hit by a truck that spring.

Other brother’s vests were adorned with earned patches like:
the “MOM” patch stood for “Man of Mayhem” earned for a notable fight and
the “Ace of Spades” patch was earned for taking care of a club vendetta. ]

Snoopy had told him not to fret about it, he had “Club spirit” and to their club “Prez” Ike, that was the most important thing.

As the club rode closer, a reshuffling of the bikes took place. Ike was not a stickler of biker club protocol, but when the club arrived at a destination he liked to take the lead. With Ike leading the way now they filed in to the parking lot and parked their bikes in a long angled row.

An hour later, Vinnie sat at a table with his brothers:
Snoopy who wore a vintage leather fighter pilot helmet and goggles when riding;
Cy short for Cyclops who had lost an eye in a job related accident and
Iron-butt who earned his name by riding 1500 miles one time only stopping for gas.

At the next table, the manic brother known as “Auctioneer” for his “Benzedrine fuelled mile-a-minute” way of talking, was babbling about the Beatles the British band that was taking the country by storm.
Snoopy rolled his eyes listening, and then slammed the table.

“Vinnie, your turn. Decorate the mahogany,” meaning “buy a round of beers.”

Vinnie went to the bar and returned with the beers when suddenly the song “Leader of the pack” by the girl group the “Shangri-La’s” began to play on the juke box.

Snoopy jumped to his feet and using the beer as his microphone began to mouth the words as he serenaded Ike much to the delight of the club who cheered him on and the entire club joined in on the refrain yelling, “THE LEADER OF THE PACK! VROOM VROOM VROOM.”

The song over, Snoopy took a bow to loud applauds and laughter and sat back down.
A brother came in from outside and said something to Ike who turned his head and stared at the door. A moment later a large biker dressed head to toe in black leather walked in, followed by 7 or 8 similarly dressed bikers.

It took Vinnie a moment, then it dawned. He realized they were all women!
In an instant the bar got quiet.

“Oh fuck, its Big Ruby.” Snoopy said quietly.

Ruby stood at least 6 feet tall, weighed 200 pounds, her jet black hair was slicked back and she had a large stogie cigar in her mouth. She slowly looked around with an evil grin. Spotting Ike, she walked up to his table.

“Well well well, if it isn’t Ike and his Rattlers. Hope you and your “straight boys” don’t mind a little company tonight.” Ruby said with a fearless laugh.

“Not at all Ruby, as long as you and your girls play nice.” Ike said kicking a chair in her direction.

“Pete! Open a tab for my girls and bring me my Bourbon and leave the bottle.”  Ruby said as she sat down on the offered seat.
 
And with that, things got back to semi normal.
The brothers, sitting and standing at the bar, made room for the female bikers and the women who had rode out with the Rattlers quickly found their boyfriends and stood close to them.

Vinnie watched from his table. He saw immediately the new arrivals were a club, but had never heard of them.
With questioning eyes he looked at Snoopy for an explanation.

“The Vixens. Female only club out of Las Vegas.” Snoopy said quietly.

“Female only?” Vinnie replied a puzzled look on his face.

Snoopy sighed and leaned in to whisper into Vinnie’s ear. “They’re fucking Dykes…Lesbians bro.”
 
Snoopy stood up, flicked his head towards the door and mouthed the word, “Outside”
Vinnie rose and followed him.

Outside they lit cigarettes and leaned against the wall.
Looking around and sure they were alone, Snoopy gave Vinnie the rundown. Ruby was the daughter of a wealthy construction mogul with Mob ties.
As a teen when most girls were chasing boys, Ruby was stealing cars and motorcycles.
A stint in the girl’s reformatory only made her worse. In her 20’s Ruby was arrested once again for running a chop shop in Reno and did a few years in prison.
Now in her late 30s she lived off a nice trust fund and kept a semi low profile with her Club.
Ike had known her for years and had told Snoopy she is one woman you did not want to fuck with.
In Ike’s words “Ruby was a good friend to know and an enemy to be feared.”

The two bikers went back inside and Ike gestured for the two of them to come over to his table.

“Ruby this is Vinnie and you know Snoopy.” Ike said

“Beat it Snoopy, I want to speak to Vinnie.” She dismissed Snoopy and turned her attention to Vinnie. “Have a seat young man,” Ruby said warmly.

Vinnie sat down and Ruby poured him a whiskey.

“Ike tells me that’s your Black shadow outside” Ruby said.

Vinnie nodded and sipped the whiskey.

“A very rare bike. I want it for my collection.” Ruby said with a wicked looking smirk on her face.

“Sorry, she is not for sale.”  Vinnie said firmly.

Ruby let out a deep laugh that gave Vinnie the chills.

“Now who said anything about money? Ike here tells me you’re quite the rider.
Let’s have some fun tonight, perhaps a race?”

The discussion about a race got the entire bars attention. Everyone looked over and strained to hear this interesting conversation.

“For pink slips. You against my best rider?” Ruby said with a smile.

“That depends on the bike.” Ike interrupted

“Shut the fuck up Ike, but if you must know, it’s a triumph 500 CC engine on a BSA “feather bed” frame, and it’s quite nimble.” Ruby grinned.

Ruby looked at the bar and gave a wave. A lovely petite Hispanic woman walked up behind Ruby and put her hand on Ruby’s shoulder.

“This is Rosa, my very special pet and my best rider.” Ruby said caressing Rosa’s hand.

“So what do you say Vinnie? If you’re a chicken-shit-pussy and afraid, Rosa and I will understand.” Ruby chuckled.

The bar was silent. Vinnie could feel the entire club looking at him. It was a make or break moment. The atmosphere felt heavy and loaded all of a sudden.

He thought a Triumph 500 would be a very nice addition for his club.
His mind made up, “You got a bet Ruby,” Vinnie said with confidence.

Twenty minutes later, the details and rules for the race had been hammered out. The race would begin right outside on the highway. Two miles of a relatively straight road, then they would veer right onto the Plata pass, four miles up till where it levelled out.

A member of each club would be there to witness the racers tapping the elevation sign - The turnaround point.
Then back down again. The winner was the first to pass over the finishing line, a chalk line drawn on the road outside the Oasis.

Cy, Ike and Snoopy coached Vinnie as he got ready.

“You can take her Bro.”  Cy said patting Vinnie on the back

“Her bike is lighter and has massive road racing brakes, but you got the horsepower.” Snoopy added after looking over the TRIBSA Hybrid

“You will be up front till you get to the pass, then she is going to able to out brake you. Don’t panic and don’t lock your brakes. Its 12 miles. Just keep her close. Those last 2 miles will be the real race.” Ike said calmly and tactically.

Tonopah Pete was chosen by both clubs to be the starter.
He stood in the middle of the road and motioned the bikes forward to the starting line. His arms out right he pointed to Rosa who gave a nod then to Vinnie who nodded to say he was ready too.
Pete raised his hands over his head as both bikes revved their engines up and down.
Pete dropped his hands sharply and the bikes screamed off into the night.

Rosa’s bike took an early lead due to it lower racing gear set up, but then the black shadow found it legs and muscled ahead till Vinnie was at least 50 yards ahead.
Vinnie never looked back but could see Rosa’s headlight in his mirrors.
Vinnie saw the road flares up ahead. An agreed upon marker to tell the racers the entrance to the pass was up ahead.

Iron-butt pumped his fist as Vinnie flew by in a blur.
Vinnie down shifted and swung onto the pass. In a heartbeat Rosa was right on his ass again.
Side by side, Vinnie did his best but on the first tight turn Rosa was able to late brake him and took the lead again.

Remembering Ike’s advice, he let her lead.
It was all uphill so both bikes rode in a mid-gear.
Both riders rode fast but cautious, taking care of their engines and transmissions.
They reached the top and Rosa slowed and tapped the sign 1st with Vinnie right behind her.
Their eyes met and Rosa smiled as they headed back down. Now the real race had begun.

It was the same going down but faster.
“Damn she was good!” Vinnie thought as he did his best to keep up.
Turn after turn, Rosa found the perfect apex and bolted further and further ahead.
At one point, Vinnie lost sight of her completely on a blind corner.

Vinnie made up ground as they got closer to the bottom and the road straightened out.
As they roared back onto the highway Rosa was 50 to 60 yards ahead easy.
Vinnie crouched down and pegged his throttle and in high gear began to gain on Rosa.
The neon sign for the bar was fast approaching and they were soon side by side, neither rider looking at each other.

As the bar got closer and closer Vinnie nosed ahead. And that’s how they finished.
Vinnie hit the finishing line ahead by a ½ a bike length.

The Rattlers cheered and surrounded Vinnie as he killed the engine, and got off his bike, patting him on the back and pouring beer over his head.

The adrenalin pumping through his system made it all seem like slow motion and dream like.
Snoopy pushed through the gaggle of bikers and gave Vinnie a bear hug.

Then, as seen in black and white movies, he flamboyantly gave Vinnie a smitten “leg popping” kiss on his cheek and fluttered his eye lashes.
The brothers roared in laughter.

Vinnie looked around and saw Ruby walking towards him.

“Well done kid, and don’t worry I’m not gonna kiss ya, but Rosa will. She aint no virgin but she’s never been with a real man before.” Ruby laughed.

Ruby then addressed the entire crowd.

“The night is young, boys and girls…let’s get fucked up! The Vixens are buying.”

The bikers cheered and began to go back inside.
A hand grabbed a puzzled Vinnie’s shoulder and spun him around. It was Ike, beaming at him like a proud father.

“You did good kid…real good. You won yourself a nice bike and here’s an extra bonus.” Ike said as he peeled off 5 crisp 100 dollar bills and stuffed them in Vinnie’s vest pocket.
Then Ike handed Vinnie a motel key.

“You also won Rosa for the night. Have fun Champ.” Ike grinned at Vinnie and walked off.

Snoopy who had witnessed the exchange, caught up with Ike. The two brothers watched as Vinnie rode his bike to the other end of the lot and to the motel.

“Wanna tell me what the fuck that was all about?” Snoopy asked. He knew there was more to it than rewarding Vinnie from the goodness of his Rattler heart.

“A side bet I made with big Ruby.” Ike grinned cheekily

“And what if he lost?” A stunned Snoopy asked quickly grasping Ike had won the side bet and there must have been a flip side to the coin.

“Well…I would be 1000 dollars poorer and young Vinnie over there ….would have most likely… gotten pegged by Ruby tonight!”  Ike began to roar with laughter.

Snoopy fell to the ground and began rolling around in the dirt in fits of hysterical laughter, tears ran down his face and he was unable to talk, which soon infected Ike who also began laughing uncontrollably. After a minute or so Snoopy rolled onto his side and looked up at Ike.

“Do we have a patch for that?” Snoopy managed to ask between ragged breaths.

“Oh I dunno, how about some butt cheeks and a strap on?”  Ike replied; hunched over, hand on knees.

Once again both brothers completely lost it, tears streaming down their faces. Eventually and after the longest 10 minutes ever, the men finally composed themselves. Ike offered a hand and helped Snoopy to his feet and dusted him off.

“You’re a fucking evil tyrant Ike, anybody ever tell you that?” Snoopy asked as they approached the door.

“Hey it was cunning calculated risk. You know best how that kid can ride and it paid off.”  Ike thought for a moment and said, “It goes without saying we best not mention this for a few days.”
Snoopy nodded, eyes still wet from laughter. “As your most trusted ad visor I completely agree.”
“Now let’s get drunk.” Ike said as he held open the door.
“As your most trusted ad visor I completely agree.” Snoopy repeated again.
Both men tried to stifle their laughter as they stepped back inside the bar.


- continued-

A still puzzled Vinnie killed his engine in front of the motel room. Opening the door, he saw Rosa sitting on the bed drinking a beer. He rolled the treasured bike into the room and parked it up. Vinnie smiled.

“Thieves” Vinnie said explaining his actions as he shut the door.

“I hear that,” Rosa said with a slight Hispanic accent.

The room had a typical “no tell motel” décor of the time. A leopard print bed spread on the bed and a zebra print throw rug on the oil stained wooden floor from the many bikes that had occupied the room before. Bikers just didn’t like leaving their prize possessions outside.

The wallpaper was faded and peeling and the ceiling once white was now nicotine stained brown. It was shabby indeed, but the sheets and bath towels were crisp and clean and if you were lucky the shower would have hot water.

Awkward best described the mood in the room as Vinnie took off his jacket and vest and hung them on the cheap coat rack.

He could see Rosa had thoughtfully filled the bathroom sink with ice and beers. Vinnie grabbed one and popped off the cap using the edge of the beat up table.

Turning around sipping the cold brew, he looked at her. She was a tiny thing, maybe 90 pounds soaking wet. She had long dark hair and big brown eyes. She was wearing a white T-shirt that highlighted her smooth brown skin and a pair of skin tight leather pants that looked painted on.

“Wanna get high?” Rosa said breaking the silence.

“Sounds like a plan.” Vinnie smiled.

“Panama red, Ruby knows a guy” Rosa said showing Vinnie a fat joint she had rolled. She patted the bed and the biker sat beside her.

Vinnie fired up the joint, took a big hit, savoring the taste of the potent weed then passed it to Rosa who did the same.
The two bikers smoked and rehashed some of the highlights of the race, using their hands to describe the turns.

The adrenalin was wearing off, the weed began kicking in and the couple began to relax as they chatted with enthusiasm about their favourite subject - bikes and racing.
 
“You Know, you’re a pretty cool chick, feel kinda bad taking your bike now.” Vinnie said.

“Well don’t, it’s not mine. Ruby had it built just to race you,” Rosa laughed.

Rosa went on to explain the Ruby had heard a new Rattler rode a black shadow and knowing you selling it was not going to happen, she came up with the idea of a race. Ruby had heard the Rattlers were coming out to the bar tonight and the Vixens made the run from Vegas hoping Vinnie and his bike would be here.

“That bitch! It was planned! Did Ike know about this?” Vinnie asked.

“I doubt it, Ruby is very clever.” Rosa laughed at his indignation.

“And what did she mean by you have never been with a real man before?” Vinnie asked.

“I never have. I am opposite to you.” Rosa giggled, “You are straight, I am bent. I have always liked women even as a teenager.” Rosa replied.

“Look, you won me fair and square, Ruby told me to take care of you, so let’s get it over with. I may need some pointers though.” Rosa said with a tinge of nervousness.

Vinnie let her last remark settle in and felt his loins coming to life. It had been awhile since he had been laid and he had never been a women’s 1st.
He decided then and there he was going to take his time and really enjoy her. He leaned in and kissed her, he felt Rosa tense up but she kissed him back.
“A good start,” Vinnie mused, then aloud, “Don’t be scared, I won’t hurt you.”

Rosa laid back on the bed, “I’m going to need some help with these.” She smiled

Vinnie obliged and pulled off her boots and tossed them aside. Her leather pants had a foot long zipper on each side of her hips. Vinnie tried to grab the tabs and pull them down with no luck, much to Rosa’s amusement.

Vinnie, ever resourceful, got to his feet and went to his bike and retrieved a pair of pliers from his tool bag. Grabbing the tabs with the pliers, the zippers came down with ease. He smiled in triumph.

“That’s how I get them on.” Rosa giggled

He tugged her leather pants down and tossed them to the floor. He pulled off her t-shirt and gazed at her petite shapely body as she lied back on the bed again wearing only her white panties.
Her breasts were small but perfect for her petite frame, Rosa began to pull off her panties but Vinnie shook his head and she stopped.

That was something Vinnie wanted to do but not yet.
Vinnie got to his feet and quickly undressed himself. He stood over her, big, bold and brash. His big cock began to get hard as he admired her body.

Rosa stared at his manhood, wide eyed and murmured, “Gran polla”   
Vinnie was a south western native and knew enough Spanish to know what she meant. It translated to “big cock.”
Rosa shifted over and made room on the bed for him. Vinnie lay down beside her, taking both pillows and wedging them under his back and neck.

Rosa raised up and ran her hands down his chest and stomach, moving closer and closer to his cock. Timidly at first, she grabbed his cock and began stroking him.

“Like this?” she said asked softly

Vinnie smiled and adjusted her hand so that her thumb was sliding on the underside of his shaft, just the way he liked.
Rosa quickly got the idea and was pumping up his cock to full erection.
His pre cum began to ooze from the tip and Rosa, using her thumb, began to rub it in to the head in slow, sensual, circular motions.

Vinnie sighed and opened his legs wider. He pulled Rosa closer so he was able to tease her nipples as she stroked him.
Rosa moved down and cupped Vinnie’s balls with her free hand and gave the head of his hard cock a tentative lick.
Vinnie bit his lower lip as Rosa began doing slow circles with her tongue as she kept pumping on his shaft.
Rosa got on her knees beside him and took his cock into her mouth.

Rosa was still a bit nervous but found herself getting excited. Ruby had always taken the dominant  role when they made love but this was different.
Ruby’s skin was soft but this guy had chest hair and muscular legs and his hands were rough and calloused. It was new territory and surprisingly it was turning her on!

Listening to Vinnie sigh and moan, emboldened Rosa as she began to suck. She licked and stroked his cock and explored this unfamiliar territory.

She sat on his legs and began to gyrate sexily for him as he looked up and enjoyed the view. Rosa wickedly slipped her hand into her panties and rubbed wet her fingers with her sexy nectar then pushed them into Vinnie’s mouth.

Vinnie knew what Rosa wanted and was more than happy to play along for now. Vinnie licked and sucked on her wet fingers for a moment, letting her have her way but then grabbed Rosa and rolled her onto her back. Rosa’s top half was trapped under his weight.

Vinnie let his fingers run around the waist band of her panties. Obligingly, Rosa lifted her ass off the bed and Vinnie yanked her panties off with a one quick motion and tossed them to the floor.
Grabbing one of the pillows he placed it under the small of her back. With his forearm he pushed her legs up till they were against her chest, giving Vinnie a nice view of her female charms.

Her legs were together but her pussy jutted out. Her dark pubic hair glistened with droplets of her arousal. Rosa gasped as Vinnie began to finger her with one then two fingers. His thumb found her clit, engorged with blood and hard as a small pebble. Rosa moaned and murmured in Spanish.

“Oh Mierda!”  Oh fuck!
 
“Si, si, si!”  Yes, yes, yes!

Vinnie smiled and opened Rosa’s legs. He spread her petals with one hand while his other teased her taunt nipples. Vinnie lowered his head, breathed in her musky scent and began to lick Rosa’s wet pussy.
Vinnie’s tongue traced her folds, then dabbed against her clit in circular motions, round and round. Each time, spending more time on her swollen clitoris.

Rosa grabbed his head and pushed him in. This was so different to her experience with Ruby. His facial hair was rough and scratchy.
“Yes, very different and very very exciting.” Rosa thought.

She felt Vinnie slip a finger inside and twist and finger fuck her. It took her breath away. She began to squirm and thrash about, locking her legs around the bikers head.
Vinnie suddenly turned her over and positioned her on her knees, ass up and continued to lick her intimately. It was like he was reading her mind!

Ruby had introduced ass play to Rosa, who to her amazement, found it pleasurable and exciting if done properly.

Vinnie grinned, licking pussy and ass in this position was referred to by the club as a “biker’s lunch”

“Si, si, si Vinnie!” Rosa purred.

With broad licks, Vinnie ran his tongue against her pouting folds and puckered star. His thumb rubbing her clit. Rosa reached out and managed to grab her small purse hanging on the bed post and handed Vinnie a small tub of Vaseline.

The biker opened the jar and put a small dollop on his finger and rubbed it into her tight anus. Vinnie could not believe his luck, anal sex was a taboo and women who enjoyed it were few and far between.
He had never had the chance and was not about to blow this opportunity. But 1st things 1st, he wanted to fuck her good. He wanted to take her previous-man-free pussy and pound it till she moaned.

Vinnie positioned Rosa on her side opening her legs. Straddling her in the scissor position, he rubbed her opening with his cock, wetting the engorged head with her flowing juices. Impatient and in a sexual frenzy Rosa grabbed his cock and guided him in.

With a single thrust Vinnie was balls deep in Rosa’s tight wet pussy. He paused for a brief moment to savor the warmth and tightness and thoughts of her pussy knew a man’s cock now. He took pride in the moment and the thrilling thought he was the first and maybe the only to ever be inside her.

Vinnie began to fuck her slow and easy, enjoying every thrust, caressing her leg that rested on his shoulder. Rosa rolled onto her back and wrapped her legs around Vinnie and began kissing him with unbridled passion.

Rosa gasped in surprise as Vinnie rolled her over till she was on top. Rosa gyrated her hips and fucked him lewdly raking her nails across his chest.
Earlier when Ruby had told her to fuck this dude, she was not pleased but obeyed her Mistress and leader without question.

The thought of fucking a hairy biker did not appeal to her at all. In fact, it had repulsed her but now amazingly, she was totally into it and enjoying every second.
And by the look on this guy’s face she was doing a decent job.
She decided to make the best of this situation and give this Rattler a night he soon would not ever forget.

Vinnie laid there letting Rosa do the work and was all hands, caressing her thighs, palming her tits and slapping her ass. It took all his will not to blow his load too early. Vinnie was stunned when Rosa popped off his cock and slid down to suck him off again, his cock slick with her wet essense. She looked up at him and spoke.

“You like this?” Rosa whispered stroking his cock

“Yes, fuck yes.” he answered
 
“You want my ass don’t you?” she teased

Vinnie could only nod, excited beyond words

Rosa grabbed a glob of Vaseline and greased up his shaft, sexily moving up and down. Vinnie clenched the sheets and began bucking his hips in anticipation of what was going to happen.
Rosa smiled and rolled onto her side so they were spooning.

Rosa guided his cock back into her pussy and Vinnie fucked her hard and fast in a frenzy. Rosa rolled onto her stomach and put her ass in the air and Vinnie got behind her. Spreading her cheeks he licked her ass and forced his tongue into the tight opening.

Rosa buried her face into the pillow as his tongue darted in and out. Vinnie replaced his tongue with a finger and slowly pushed in deeper and deeper, stretching and loosening the tight opening. His other hand slowly stroked his greased hard cock.

Vinnie slipped back into her pussy and fucked her one last time.
Fucking her, he slipped one then two fingers into her ass at the same time.
It took all his will to remain in control. Taking a deep breath he pulled out and pushed the engorged cockhead against her star and pushed forward slow but firm.

Rosa gasped as the head of his cock found its way in, then inch by inch he pushed in and buried his cock up her ass.
Grabbing her waist he began fucking her ass, the sensations were incredible and he was not going to last long. Rosa began to masturbate and urge Vinnie on as he plunged in and out faster and faster.

Rosa climaxed loudly, screaming out Vinnie’s name and he could not last another second. As Vinnie went rigid and pulled out with a loud pop, he shot out streams of hot cum. Creamy jets landed onto Rosa’s ass and back.

Done, Vinnie collapsed in a heap on top of her panting, and kissed her neck. Then Vinnie rolled off her onto his back. Rosa lay across his chest and kissed him deeply.
Vinnie reached over to grab his smokes and the couple shared a cigarette in silence. Then Rosa began to giggle.

“What?” Vinnie asked

“Mmmmm not bad for a man.” Rosa teased and giggled again.

“Not bad! That’s all I rate?” Vinnie feigned deep hurt.

“I still prefer women but you will do in a pinch.” Rosa acquiesced.
She snuggled in to him and was soon breathing evenly.

With Rosa asleep beside him, Vinnie could hear the band playing in the bar and pondered if he should get up and join his brothers for a few more beers.
He looked at Rosa lying contentedly in his arms and decided against it.

He was exhausted and satisfied in more than one way: he had beaten Big Ruby; won a nice bike; got the fuck of his life and was the star of a story his brothers would tell for years to come.
They might even design a patch after him.
He wondered what it might depict but was soon snoring softly and fast asleep with Rosa.



The End.