Toxin Handler

As Aimee watched Marc’s car disappear around the corner, she stiffened her back and turned in the opposite direction. “Fuck him,” she thought to herself, beginning the walk back to Tara’s house. “He was a one night stand, so who cares?” But for some reason, she couldn’t quite stop her eyes from filling with tears. He had somehow filled her mind and her heart, and what she was feeling was even more than she felt when she was with Keith. That alone was amazing. It only solidified in her mind that she and Keith weren’t meant to be. That much was apparent, but what was she to do now? She’d invested so much into her relationship with him that she didn’t know where to go from here. Her wedding dress was already hanging in her closet, the church was reserved, and Keith loved her. Some black man that was only good for one night wasn’t going to ruin her well planned life. Aimee sighed as she came to the conclusion that maybe one day she’d love Keith as much as he loved her.
Marriage wasn’t based on love, her mother had told her. The love comes later. First you start with like, trust, and stability. And slowly, the love grows. Keith definitely had the stability down. That was the main reason Aimee’s parents were so excited about the upcoming wedding. He had already graduated with his law degree and now had a prestigious law firm awaiting his return from their honeymoon. As Aimee trudged up the stairs leading to her best friends apartment, she decided that she’d call Keith immediately and work this out. But first she had to let Tara know what was going on, and swear her to secrecy. No one else needed to know what had happened between her and Marc. And Marc definitely wouldn’t be around again to ruin her life.
Tara answered after her first knock, and smiled uneasily at her. She held the door open silently, and Aimee stepped inside, not saying a word. Her embarrassment was apparent enough and Tara, being the good friend she was, wouldn’t even bring it up. Aimee knew this and was grateful for it. Tara hugged her friend and then they went into the living room where they talked. Aimee explained everything and Tara swore to keep the secret. The other girls thought Aimee had come back to her apartment the night before, and thats how it was to stay. After their hour long discussion, Tara silently handed the cordless to Aimee and slipped out of the room to give her best friend some privacy.
Aimee swallowed and dialed Keith’s number. He picked up on the first ring, his voice frantic with worry.
“It’s me.” Aimee said, closing her eyes as she took the first step into her new life.
Keith showed up 10 minutes later and Aimee left with him. He had hugged her tightly as soon as he entered Tara’s apartment, his tears soaking her sweatshirt. He didn’t even question her odd outfit, something they both knew she would never wear. He was so loving and accepting, and Aimee questioned what she ever saw in Marc. She resolved to give Keith the best of her and swore to never mess up again.
When they arrived back at Aimee’s condo, Keith pushed her back onto her couch and began frantically covering her face with kisses. His thin lips were dry and she closed her eyes, enduring his sloppy way of showing her he loved her. His hands slid under her hoody and cupped her breasts, squeezing them much too hard. She hissed and tried to pull away from him, but he refused to let go. He struggled to jerk her top off and she finally convinced him to let her do it. Aimee dropped the sweatshirt onto the floor and leaned back, her breasts falling out of her black bra from Keith’s manhandling. He grasped the material and yanked, causing the straps to rip and her breasts to be fully exposed. Aimee gasped and tried to sit up, but he was on her quickly, his mouth sucking at her nipples, his teeth biting everywhere he could find.
“Keith, please! Baby, slow down, be gentle.” she said, pushing on his shoulders as he gnawed at her flesh.
“Why?” he said against her stomach, “You let that nigger fuck you, why can’t I?”
Aimee gasped and shoved as hard as she could, causing him to lose his balance and fall backward off the couch.
“What did you just say?” she yelled, looking down at him with contempt.
“I’m not stupid Aimee. Fuck girl, you know that Cari called me the moment she got home. She’s my cousin for God’s sake. She told me you left with some, some…damned nigger! What the hell were you thinking Aimee? You having some jungle fever? You never let me touch you, but you let him fuck you? Why?”
Aimee stared at Keith, amazed at this new side of him. “What makes you think I fucked him? Was Cari there, Keith? You’re going to take her word over your fiancee’s?”
“I can smell him on you, Aimee. His stench is all over your skin. And so I decided that if he got to fuck, that I, being your FIANCE and all, should at least get what he got. Hell, I should get more. And if you won’t give it, then I’ll take it.”
With that he pounced on her, his much stronger body holding her to the couch. He grasped her neck with one hand and used the other to rip her sweatpants down. Aimee fought, but it was futile. Keith was much more muscular and outweighed her by a good 50 pounds. She was definitely no match for her out of control fiance. She cried silently as he shoved her thighs apart and pushed two of his fingers inside her.
“Did he do this to you?” he growled as he finger fucked her roughly. His left hand fumbled with the snap of his jeans and he pushed them down over his hips, his thin 6 inch erection springing out. Before she could stop him, he had thrust forward and buried his cock inside of her. Aimee began crying harder as he fucked her brutally, his penis jabbing faster and faster into her. Finally, a minute or so after he started, he was finished. He cried out as he came inside her, his fingers digging deep into her breasts as he shot off. When he was finished, he rolled off the couch onto the floor and lay there, eyes closed.
“That was fucking incredible Aimee. Now that we’re even, we can forget about last night and what just happened. Nobody has to know about either of them, and we’ll get married as planned.” He sat up and stuffed his penis back into his briefs, and then zipped his jeans up. Keith stood and looked down at Aimee, who was curled into the fetal position on her couch, her body shaking with sobs.
“Come on now, Aimee. I know you liked it. You let him fuck you, I know that your a whore. Just admit it, I’ll still marry you. You’ll just have to learn to be MY whore.” With that he slapped her ass and left, leaving her crying on the couch.
When she was sure he was gone, she ran to the front door and snapped the lock and turned the deadbolt. Still crying she took her sore body into the bathroom and turned the shower on as hot as she could stand it. Easing under the steaming spray, she scrubbed her skin until it was red, and stinging. When she couldn’t stand it anymore, she turned off the water and stepped out of the tub, wrapping her body in a large towel. She went to her bedroom and curled up in the middle of her bed, and cried herself to sleep.
When Aimee awoke it was already dark. She lay in her bed, still not believing what Keith had done to her. She made herself get up and get dressed. She’d go to Tara and see what she thought she should do. Aimee slipped on her favorite jeans and a light sweater. After lacing her cross trainers, she grabbed her keys and headed to Tara’s. She was so consumed by what happened, she didn’t even notice the Honda sitting alongside the curb in front of Tara’s apartment building.
Aimee ran up the steps and pounded on the front door. When Tara didn’t immediately respond, she beat on it harder. Finally, the door swung inward and Aimee burst into tears when she saw her best friend.
“Keith raped me!” she cried stumbling into Tara’s arms. Aimee clutched her friend like she was drowning, and Tara almost fell over as Aimee threw herself at her.
“What? What did you say?” Tara asked, pushing her friend away a little, and holding her by her upper arms.
“I said Keith raped me. He got me home and then pushed me on the couch and fuc..fucked me! I told him no, but he he he wouldn’t listen! He said that if I could fuck a nigger that I could fuck him!” Aimee moaned and began to cry harder.
Tara stood there, astounded as her friend cried against her chest. When she heard footsteps behind her, she turned and saw Marc had come into the foyer to see what all the noise was about.
When Aimee heard the footsteps as well, she lifted her head and her bloodshot eyes met Marc’s. Her mouth dropped open and her sobs stopped. She moved her gaze back and forth from Tara’s face to Marc’s.
“What the…?” she began, but Tara stopped her.
“He came by looking for you, A. You didn’t give him your number and when you left the diner, he didn’t come after you because…”
Marc interrupted by pulling Tara away from Aimee and taking her into his arms instead. “Thats not important right now,” he said, pushing Aimee’s hair out of her face. “Did you say someone raped you?”
Aimee swallowed and nodded, still unsure why Marc was here, but for some reason she felt so much better knowing he was. His eyes were full of caring as he led her into the living room and sat her on the couch.
“Tell me about it.” he stated, crouching in front of her, his hands slowly rubbing her much smaller one between his. Aimee began talking and didn’t stop until the whole story was out. She’d began to cry again somewhere in the middle, but she didn’t know when. By the time she had finished talking, Marc’s eyes had grown cold and angry.
“Where is he now?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she began, biting her lip. “Probably at home.”
Marc stood up and pulled Aimee up with him. “Come with me. We’ll go take care of this right now.” He led her to the hallway, brushing past Tara without even a glance. Tara followed after them but didn’t say anything at all. She knew it couldn’t be good that Marc was going to go to Keith’s house, but damned if she was going to stop him. Keith had violated Aimee and if Marc was going to take care of it, then so be it.
Marc helped Aimee into the passenger side of his Accord and then buckled himself in. “Tell me where he lives.” he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. Aimee gave him the directions and he drove silently there. Aimee clenched her fists in her lap, and stared out the window, trying to keep her mind off what was about to come.
When they pulled up in front of Keith’s townhouse, Aimee led Marc to the door that was Keith’s. He knocked on it lightly, one finger pressed over the peephole. “When he asks who it is,” he said, “tell him it’s you and that you forgive him.”
Aimee nodded and sure enough, she heard Keith’s voice.
“It’s me, Keith. I’m sorry about earlier. I don’t know what came over me last night. I want to talk about it. Can I come in?”
They heard him laugh and the snapping of locks on his door. “I knew I could give it to you better than that nigger, Aims. I knew you’d be back as so…..”Keith’s voice died as his door crashed open, knocking him backward into the living room. He fell onto his back and stared up at the angry man towering over him.
“Nigger huh?” Marc snarled, reaching down and grasping Keith’s shirt in his fist. He jerked him up and slammed him against the nearest wall, making Keith’s head bounce off the plaster. Aimee closed the door behind her and thumbed the lock. She didn’t believe in violence, but this time, she might have to turn her head.
Marc held Keith up against the wall. He was a lot shorter than Marc so his toes barely brushed the carpet as Marc held him at eye level.
“I don’t care what you think of me,” he spat, staring Keith directly in the eyes. “But you raped a woman, and I do care about that.” Before Keith could respond, Marc drew back his fist and punched him in the jaw. Keith’s head snapped to the side and he cried out as Marc’s second punch landed. Marc hit him three more times and then let go of his shirt. Keith slid to the floor in a heap, holding his bleeding face with one hand while the other scrambled to pull him away.
“Get out of my house!” he screamed, his words slurring as he spoke around his broken jaw.
Marc smiled, but there was nothing nice at all to be said about this smile. He knelt down by Keith’s head and grinned as he flinched. Marc grasped his shirt in his fist again, and whispered, “You come near her again, you’ll have more to worry about than me messing up your pretty face. Us “niggers” stick together, and trust me, there are more of us than you care to know about.” He let go of Keith’s shirt and then stood up.
Aimee was pressed against the door, watching with wide eyes as Keith moaned and wiped his face on his now bloody polo shirt. When Keith’s eyes met hers, he seemed to be pleading for help. Aimee looked at him for a moment and then slowly turned her back. She opened the door and stepped outside, Marc following close behind her. They went to his car in silence and didn’t say a word to each other until he was pulling up in front of his apartment.
When he shut off the car, he turned in his seat to look at her. “Are you okay, Aimee?” he asked tenderly, reaching out with one hand to stroke her cheek. She turned to him and nodded, a small smile flitting across her lips.
“Thank you.” she whispered, before leaning over and kissing him gently on the mouth. He cupped her head with his hand and began kissing her deeply, his tongue swirling around hers. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth and smiled when he heard her moan. Finally he broke the kiss and unbuckled her seatbelt. “Will you stay the night again?” he asked, his hand resting on her thigh. She nodded and smiled again, this time blushing slightly.
They entered his apartment, and once inside, Aimee turned and pressed her body against his. “Thank you again. No one has ever done something like that for me before.”
“What? No one’s beat someone down for you?” he said, laughing as she blushed.
“I don’t mean that. I mean taken up for me like that. Not even Keith.”
“Well Keith’s a coward. And I don’t even think we have to worry bout him going to the police. Trust me, I know his type. Chickenshit men that rape women will never go to the police. But enough about that. What do you want to do?”
Amazingly enough, she answered, “You.”
She pushed him against the wall and stood on her tiptoes to press a kiss against his neck. He groaned and cupped her ass in his big hands, lifting her up. Her thighs wrapped around his waist and he carried her toward the bedroom, but she stopped him. “I can’t wait. Here…now.”
He didn’t hesitate as he leaned over and set her on the bar dividing his living room from the kitchen. Aimee quickly slipped her sweater over her head and dropped it onto the countertop. Marc cupped her breasts in his hands and licked the tops of them, then slowly sucked her nipples through the sheer material of her bra. She arched her back and began unsnapping her jeans, unable to wait any longer. He followed her lead and stepped away, stripping off his shirt and then his jeans and boxers. His cock was already hard and jutted out from his thighs. Aimee pushed her jeans off onto the floor and her panties followed after. Marc couldn’t believe the difference in the girl as she drew her heels up onto the countertop, causing her pussy to spread before him.
“Would you do that to me again?” she whispered, her face flushing.
“Do what?” he whispered back, pretending he didn’t know.
“You know, with your mouth.” He could tell how much it was taking for her to ask and he felt his heart skip at the complete innocence in which she asked. He smiled and leaned over her without answering. He slid one finger down over her slit, feeling how wet she was already. Aimee moaned and let her head fall back, her hands still holding her legs up. He crouched a little in front of the bar and pushed his face between her spread thighs. His tongue slid out and swirled around her clit, and as she arched her back a little, he began sucking on her hard little button. Hearing her beginning to whimper, he eased two fingers inside of her and began pumping them in rhythm with his tongue. Aimee cried out and lifted her ass up from the counter a bit, trying to get more of her pussy into his mouth. She let go of her knees, and placed her elbows behind her, so that she was propped up. Marc used one hand to hold her thigh up and she eased the other leg over his shoulder. He licked her pussy from top to bottom, flicking over her clit and then dipping down into her wet hole. Aimee hissed and spread her legs wider finally just laying back on the counter top so that she could use her hands to hold her legs up against her chest, giving him the most access to her cunt. He buried his face in her fragrant pussy and began eating her for all he was worth. She screamed and whimpered as his tongue worked magic on her body. Finally, when she was about to come, he pulled away and stood up. She protested, but it died quickly as he slid his throbbing cock into her soaked pussy.
He gripped her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bar, her ass hanging over the edge a little. Marc began thrusting into her, his hips making a slapping sound as he fucked her hard and fast. Her pussy was so wet he could hear the squishing noises she was making as his cock was shoved into her over and over.
Aimee started moaning, calling his name on every thrust. “Oh god, Marc, oh baby, oh Marc, that shit, oh that oh Marc, ooooh my god, baby, oh don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop stop don’t…” Her words become unintelligible as she began to come, her tight hot pussy spasming around his thick, black, 10 inch shaft. Marc loved to look down as he thrust into her, watching his ebony pole being swallowed by her grasping white cunt was fucking amazing. And feeling her come on him made it all the better. When he felt her pussy start to slow down, he began asking, “I want to come baby, where do you want me to come? Babygirl, where do you want it?”
Aimee whimpered and told him she didn’t care. “Can I come on you, baby, can I? Can I shoot onto your pretty titties, Aimee?”
“Oh yes, oh yeah, Marc, come on me, come on baby, come on my titties.” she cried out. He pulled her into a sitting position and then slid his cock out of her, gripping it in his right hand. He began stroking it, aiming it at her chest, She watched amazed as his hand jerked up and down on his thick shaft, his precum oozing out of the fleshy head. Suddenly, he yelled out and a shot of thick white come flew out of his cock, and splattered on Aimee’s full round breasts. She gasped at how warm it was but then another shot and another coated her large tits with his come. She looked down at his come dripping from her breasts and smiled, then began rubbing it into her flesh. Marc moaned at this, and then groaned even louder as she licked her fingers clean.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned, her tongue swirling around her fingers, “you taste good baby.”
“So do you, Aimee, so do you.” He leaned over and kissed her, lifting her off the bar as he did so. Marc carried her into his room and then tucked her into his bed. He brought a warm towel from the bathroom and cleaned her off before climbing in beside her.
Marc pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead.
“Marc,” she whispered.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I want to do everything with you. Can you teach me?”
Marc smiled and nodded. “Yeah babygirl, we’ll do EVERYTHING.”
“I can’t wait.” she whispered before falling asleep in his arms.

It had been a long time since I’d last seen Ms. G. After our first encounter in high school we had seen each other quite often. We became very close. I no longer call her Ms. G in the casual sense. Although, I sometimes did refer to her as Ms.G in the heat of sexual pleasure, because I liked the idea of screwing my teacher. She liked the idea of having sex with her student.
After that initial engagement in her classroom and on the football field, we constantly had sex. We would go at it during lunch, after school, when the rest of the school was in an assembly, and whenever we got the chance. We didn’t reach our goal of doing it in every room in school, but we did come close.
After my graduation I saw Ms.G as often as I could during the summer, then, college started. I was attending school out of state and hadn’t seen Ms.G in almost two years. I hadn’t spoken with her in over a year because we had lost contact with me moving around so often. However, luck would change that. My current place of employment arranged a joint training program with a place back home which meant, I would be in town to see my naughty teacher.
The day I couldn’t wait for came. I did my training and immediately drove over to the high school. I happened to arrive at lunch. I walked to Ms.G’s room, but she was out. I went and sat at her desk to wait for her. After a few minutes she entered the room looking through a pile of mail. She looked up and saw me. She seemed to have no reaction, but I couldn’t get the smile off my face.
I stood up and walked to her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed. I put my arms around her, rubbing her back. She suddenly shoved me away.
“I hope you liked that cause that’s all you get”, she said. “Why the hell haven’t you called me?”
I tried to explain to her how I moved around because of roommate problems, and couldn’t get my new info to her. I explained that she changed her number and e-mail, so I didn’t know how to reach her. We argued for a bit, then the bell rang for lunch to end.
“Stay here, we will talk when school is over”, she demanded.
I sat in her classroom through her last class of the day. I was both concerned and turned on. Coincidentally, Ms.G wore nearly the same outfit she had on at our first encounter. She wore the same black overalls with a white long sleeve shirt that hugged her firm B-cup breasts. I wondered if she still didn’t wear underwear.
I sat at her desk thinking if it was really over between us. I was hoping it wouldn’t be. It shouldn’t end like that. Ms.G didn’t look at me once during her class lecture. As the minutes ticked by, my hopes faded. The bell chimed to dismiss school.
After the classroom emptied out, Ms.G sat in a chair across the room from me. She said nothing, just stared at her papers through her glasses. The silence unnerved me. My guts tightened up. I felt like a little kid waiting for dad to come home and punish me. I knew it was over. Ms.G then stood up and walked to me.
She stopped at the side of my chair. I stood to talk to her face to face. She glared at me. I could feel her eyes burn a hole in my head. Suddenly, her glare turned to a huge smile.
“You are so much fun to play with”, she giggled.
Ms.G pushed me back into the chair. She dropped to her knees and rested against my lap. She looked up at me as her hand went for my zipper.
“I’ve missed you”, she said. “Now I’ll make up for what we’ve missed.”
Soon my pants and underwear were around my ankles. Ms.G grabbed hold of my cock. She held it for a few seconds before lowering her head to it. She inserted the head into her mouth and licked it. Her lips caressed my staff as it grew to full attention. Ms.G ran her tongue along my urethra.
Ms.G stood up and went into a slow strip tease. I kicked off my shoes and quickly removed my pants, underwear socks, and shirt. Ms.G undid one strap of her overalls and then the other. She kicked her shoes off. She slid the overalls off her hips to reveal a white pair of thong underwear. Ms.G stepped out of her overalls and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. She raised her arms and pulled the shirt off. Ms.G stood still for a moment in her matching white bra and thong for me to admire.
She quickly assumed her position back on the floor and went to work. Ms.G’s lips engulfed my cock and began to slide along the shaft, first slow, then fast. Her hot, moist mouth then worked over the head while her right hand jerked on the rest of my bar. I gripped the chair, my fingers grinding into the padding.
Ms.G crawled up my lap and straddled me. She took her glasses off and threw them onto her desk. She then pressed her lips into mine and we kissed. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down on it. My hands wondered along her back and down to her ass. We kissed some more before Ms.G slid back to the floor and sucked my rod some more. When I was right where she wanted me, Ms.G stood and slid her thong down her thighs and kicked them aside. She climbed back onto my lap, straddling me. Ms.G took my pole into her hand and put it to her entrance. She rubbed it along her delicate folds before inserting it into her. Ms.G sunk down onto me, absorbing all of my spike. Ms.G put her arms behind my head and rode me.
My prick slipped through her passage, its walls gripping me. Ms.G paused for a second and removed her bra. I placed my mouth over her left breast and began sucking on the nipple while Ms.G fucked me. As she drove up and down my length she was getting hotter. Soon, I could no longer maintain a grip on her breast. Her hips pounded down onto mine. Her nails dug into the back of my neck.
“Oh yes”, she screamed. “God I love you inside me.”
Ms.G moaned some more, trying not to alarm anyone inside the school. She continued to cruise my rig, sweat sliding down her body and onto me. I gripped her ass for support.
“Grab it harder”, she ordered through her teeth.
I did as instructed and pressed my fingers deep into her ass cheeks. I kneaded each cheek as they slammed into my thighs. Ms.G ground her nails into my neck and pulled my head to hers, looking me in the eyes.
“Do you want me to cum for you?”, she managed to ask.
“Yes”
“I didn’t hear you”, she voiced.
“YES”, I shouted.
Ms.G bucked even faster. Her vaginal muscles choked my cock. I struggled not to finish with her. Ms.G threw her head back, trying to get some words to escape her lips.
“I’m cumming”, she managed to cry out rather loudly.
Ms.G slammed into me one final time and froze in orgasm. Her loud moans gradually quieted, until they stopped. Ms.G took a second to catch her breath before standing up and turning her back to me. I watched her firm ass as it lowered itself to my lap. Ms.G straddled me again and inserted my soaked hardon into herself again. Ms.G rode me again. Her ass battered down on my hips.
“God damn”, she gasped. “I’m going to cum again here soon.”
“Please do”, I managed to get out.
With my approval, Ms.G bounced on me harder. My hands held her hips tight. Ms.G grabbed her breasts in her hands. I’m sure their heavy hopping couldn’t have felt very pleasant. Ms.G played with her erect nipples as my throbbing organ plunged through her scorching cave.
“Do you like watching my ass move up and down?” she asked between pants.
“No, I love watching it.”
Somehow I could tell Ms. G was smiling. I knew that comment had fueled her some more. When I thought she had little energy left, she increase her speed. She was going into another orgasm. Ms.G let loose of her boobs and placed her hands behind her on my chest to help impale herself on my spike.
Ms.G screamed more as she came. Ms.G casually slowed to a stop. Her naked body leaned against mine. She was spent, but I was just starting.
I helped Ms.G to her feet and stood behind her. I leaned her forward until her hands rested on her desk. I seized my staff in my hand and sank it into Ms.G’s sizzling cavern. I gripped her hips as I worked my cock through her. I bucked my hips hard, then easy, varying the friction on her g-spot.
“God fuck me”, she demanded.
I picked up the tempo. My manpole glided across her g-spot. Ms.G was cumming in no time. I could see she was gritting her teeth together to stop from shrieking. Ms.G seemed to orgasm with every stroke I took. The ripples of her love muscles gripped me individually. I couldn’t last much longer.
“Stop, stop”, she requested to my surprise. “Pull out.”
I did as told. Ms.G turned to me, gave me a quick kiss and dropped to her knees. She captured my cock and watched it glisten in the light. Ms.G placed her luscious lips over the head, and took short bobs with her head. Her right hand worked the shaft. I could feel my groin surge. I was going to cum. Ms.G removed her mouth, but her hand still did its job.
“Cum for me”, she ordered.
“I’m cumming”, I moaned.
With that, Ms.G returned her mouth to the head. I shot my load into her mouth and she sucked it all down. I wanted to collapse. She had blown my mind. This was great. Little did I know, this wasn’t all she had planned.
“Wanna go again?” Ms. G asked.
I looked down at her. She was smiling. It wasn’t just a smile, it was more of an evil grin. I could tell there was something on her mind.
“Oh yes”, I responded.
Ms.G stood and leaned against the desk again.
“Come here”, she voiced.
I walked up behind her. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a tube of lubricant and handed it to me.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for you”, she informed me. “I want you to fuck my ass”.
Just hearing her say that made me want to cum, again. Ms.G delivered what she’d promised and more. Now she was going far, far beyond. I took the lube from her. She grasped the sides of her desk. I opened the tube and applied some lubricant to her hole. I slid my index finger inside cautiously. Ms.G bit her lip slightly. I worked my finger in and out of her hole, increasing the pace little by little. Her tight hole squeezed my finger. Imagining what it’d do to my cock, made me wild. My raging manhood throbbed in jealousy.
“Come on, fuck my ass”, Ms.G pleaded.
I didn’t want to make her ask again. I applied more lube to her ass and a generous amount to my cock. I placed the tip to her asshole and rubbed it around. I eased forward and the head penetrated her tight ass. I stayed for a moment before sliding in another inch. Ms.G turned her head to see my cock in her ass.
“Yes, baby”, she encouraged. “give it to me.”
I urged forward a tad bit. Ms.G jumped a little. I paused.
“Six more inches.” I informed her.
I inched into her ass some more. It clasped around my rod.
“Five more inches.”
Ms.G chuckled a little, she was loving this and so was I. I eased in more.
“Four inches to go.”
“Go further please”, she invited.
I fulfilled her wish.
“Three inches.”
It was so much fun to play with Ms.G this way.
“You want more?” I teased.
“Yes, give it all to me.”
I pushed in again.
“Two more inches”
“Please, shove the rest into my ass.” Ms.G pleaded.
I pushed further.
“One last inch.”
“Come on baby, fuck my ass”, She begged.
With one last prod Ms.G’s asshole engulfed my entire cock. Ms.G moaned. I delicately pulled out a little and slid back into her ass. Ms.G had no reaction besides pleasure. I cautiously started pumping my hips. Her tight ass choked my cock with every amazing stroke.
I withdrew my hardon completely from her ass and then nudged it back in.
Ms.G threw her head back with a moan. I withdrew again and pushed it back in, this time proceeding until I was balls deep in her ass.
“Fuck me”, Ms.G moaned.
I fucked her ass immediately. I watched as her hole swallowed my rod. Her ass clutched my cock as if it didn’t want to let it go. I couldn’t believe how delightfully tight Ms.G’s ass was. Every stroke was a struggle not to orgasm. I wanted to cum inside her ass, but at the same time, I wanted it to last longer. My slow pace quickened slightly.
“Faster”, Ms.G managed. “Fuck me faster, I’m gonna cum.”
I plummeted into her ass faster, I could feel the fire in my loins build. I knew I was cumming soon.
“Cum with me”, Ms.G directed.
I pumped harder. Ms.G’s cries grew louder. My hips smacked her ass cheeks as I sliced through her ass. I thrust faster. Ms.G’s mouth hung open, but she couldn’t manage to release a sound. She reached behind her with her right arm and placed it on my left shoulder. Her nails dug in. I continued, harder, faster. Ms.G moved her arm to my neck for a better grip. I looked her in the eyes.
“I’m gonna cum”, I informed her.
“Me too. Come on baby fuck me, fuck me, let’s finish together.”
We looked right into each other’s eyes as we both cried out and came with mind blowing orgasms. We collapsed onto the floor of the classroom. Ms.G laid on top of me and we held each other until we stuck there from the sweat. My personal sex teacher then looked at me.
Ms.G smiled and asked, “Do you want to try and finish our goal?”
We’ll let you know when we succeed.

Her long slender fingers delicately hold its length and girth in her hands. She marvels at the smooth texture of its skin that lies taut over its rigid flesh. How the heft of this large specimen feels unbelievable in her hands as she firmly closes her grip around it. She sensually wets her painted lips while holding it high. Studying nature’s beautiful handiwork in anticipation of how it will taste when she’s finished. Others have come and gone but this one looks especially inviting as she sets it down and begins…..
“First you will slice your yellow squash into ½ inch pieces.” Giada exclaims.
Her breasts swaying erotically as her arm moves the knife back and forth through the unyielding vegetable. Her fingers firmly gripping the phallic shape its obscene length protruding from each end of her hand.
She adds the slices to the hot pan containing the simmering oil and spattering garlic. Vegetable juices clinging to her fingers as she reaches for a spoon to stir with. She shakes the pan again causing her body to gyrate along, her breasts undulating as if she is braless. Their nipples begin to react to the ensuing friction as her silk blouse run over them back and forth with each flip of the pan’s cooking contents. Her eyes widen as the delicious concoction flips up high and back down and then another. Is she reacting to the food or to the tiny jolts of ecstasy shooting through her breasts.
She places the pan back on the burner and smells the aroma, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and moaning long and deep in an almost orgasmic tone. It’s as if the food is making love to her through her olfactory senses, without touching her, filling her head with erotic sensations and sending them throughout her body.
She assembles some other accompaniments to her meal spreading out the soft, bright greenery to dress up her presentation on her serving platter.
She moves back to the stove as she turns revealing a perfect profile and we are treated to her excited breasts fully displaying distended nipples screaming for release. You’d swear she twitched as she reaches for a spoon brushing one of them against a container, so stiff it catches the lip and momentarily lifts it up.
She leans over the pot of steaming pasta plucking a long, wet noodle from inside. She holds it loosely draped over her fingertips.
Her eyes widen with excitement as she hunches forward and says “Let’s see if the pasta is ready yet.”
Her warm, wet, pink tongue pushes through her closed lips and moistens them as she readies herself to blow on the hot noodle. Her soft, painted lips purse together into an erotic “O” as she expels the cool air and then lifts the noodle above her head. She slowly tilts back her head like a model at a photo shoot, opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue.
Her tongue is long and thin almost disproportionate to her tiny mouth. It is formed in a “U” shape ready to catch whatever will be laid upon it. Her eyes close seductively in anticipation of the ensuing food.
The noodle is dropped from her hand and she quickly brings her head back down as it swings wildly landing against her face clinging to her chin, jaw and cheek. A childlike smile beams from her lips as she holds them tightly to contain the noodle and she giggles at her momentary embarrassment. Her cheeks quickly sink inward as she sucks quickly to pull this tiny lengthy noodle into her mouth as it dislodges itself from her soft glowing skin. Her lips are so inviting as the slippery pasta slides between them as it’s sucked inside with a quick, squiggling end.
Pasta, being naturally starchy, leaves behind a deposit of the white substance on her puffy red lips. Enough that we are treated to the contrast of an off white wet color against her street slut red lips in a XXX fantasy if you think hard enough.
Giada giggles in an arousing little girlish manner that just melts a man’s soul noticing her full breasts jiggle along. Such a deep plunging neckline she is wearing to reveal as much skin as possible making it very hard to concentrate on anything that the woman is doing.
“The pasta is done!” she proudly announces mixing all ingredients together.
Leaning forward to plate her delicious recipe the camera again catches her plunging neckline and inflamed nipples as the heat from the steam wafts up against them. Does she feel it? I think so as she again closes her eyes as if tiptoeing on the fringe of sexual delight from the smells beneath her.
It is time to bring on the dessert. Brandied pears and whipped cream.
A glass of the strong aged brandy is poured for the cook to sample as she makes her delight. A strong gulp is taken and she shudders as the alcohol burns her throat and travels warmly down her throat into her stomach. Again the closed eyes accompanied by a deeper moan of culinary satisfaction.
Her glass is refilled off camera as she continues preparing the fruit. Giada explains how to choose a ripe fruit taking a bite of one of the pears to show us its perfection. Her lips are pushed apart as she bites down and she is met with a flood of sweet juice. She hurriedly sucks as much liquid into her mouth as possible but it is too much and a large amount travels down her chin dripping off onto her breasts and cleavage. She giggles as she wipes her chin with her hand showing her manicured nails painted brightly to match her lips. So sensual…
“Boy, I’ve really made a mess.” giggles Giada as she picks up a towel and slowly and deliberately dabs at the wet droplets on her breasts. She tilts her head back slightly seductively exposing her throat to wipe the remaining juice.
Slightly embarrassed she takes a drink of her brandy to recompose herself. Soulfully enjoying the aged beverage she reaches for the heavy cream in preparation of whipping it and pours it into a bowl with sugar. She is quick to point out how really good heavy cream is full of butter fat and clings to the sides of the container as gravity slowly pulls it to the bottom.
Another quick drink of brandy and she begins to beat the cream using a hand whisk as apposed to an electric mixer. Her breasts now bouncing freely as she fervently works the stiff wire through the thick cream filling it with air. She occasionally closes her eyes either from the feeling of the alcohol taking its effect or from the excitement that must be surging through her body as her nipples are mercilessly worked over by the nonstop friction of the silk material of her blouse.
Beads of sweat form on her forehead and upper lip as her body temperature rises and the cream stiffens. Her pelvis begins rubbing against the counter unseen by the camera’s eye but definitely compounding her delightful sensations. The whisk continues furiously, her tits moving in rhythm to her arm, her nipples hard, red and swollen and her pelvis grinding into the protruding door handle of the counter.
The door handle is just the correct height to work itself against her mons and ultimately pressing against her clitoris. Her description of the thick, stiffening cream becomes breathy as she quickly works the whisk. She lifts the bowl from the counter and clutches it to her chest as the chilled glass comes in contact with one of her breasts. Her eyes flutter at the contrast in temperatures. She keeps her pelvis constantly in contact with the backside of the counter and door handle demurely grinding her engorged clit against it slowly moving her hips working the folds of her pussy against her silk panties. They were saturated with her cream and about to form a damp spot on the crotch of her slacks.
The camera crew suspects something funny is happening but is intrigued as well and continues to shoot.
Giada is so close to cumming that she forgets where she is and lets the alcohol take over and the need to climax bringing an end to the erotic torture her nipples have taken through this entire taping. With one last flurry of whisking moves the culmination of stimulations builds and combines into one point of rapture as Giada pronounces,
” the …cream..is..almost…there. Yes..it is so thick…and sweet. Mmmmm…it is…go..ing..to..be …good.” And with that her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she bit her bottom lip and squeezed the bowl tight as a security blanket, pressing her tits firmly.
She fought back a squeal as she held on and tried to control her muscles from convulsing as she climaxed. Trying to think of a way to draw attention away from her physical reactions she placed the bowl quickly to the counter top and dipped her finger into the stiff, thick, white cream. With her eyes closed and head slightly tilted back she plunged her coated finger into her mouth, sucking on it like a makeshift cock. Her tongue swirled around it inside her mouth as her lips clamped onto its shaft. Cream clinging to her slutty red lips truly comparable to the aftermath of a money $hot from a sleazy porn video. She moaned as if savoring the sweet taste when she was really expelling her delight from the cheerful little orgasm that was now filling her panties full of another kind of cream.
Pure, sweet pussy cream….. Also one of nature’s delights.
That’s a wrap! Chao.

Driving the Jeep through the winding mountain roads, I was transported back in time. As a teenager, my dad and I used to spend a lot of time camping this section of the Gila Wilderness. Those were some of my favorite childhood memories.
This time, however, I was making the trip alone. I had a few days off, and the girls that I worked with had thought that I was crazy when I announced that I was going camping alone. But, I desperately needed some time away from the demands of everyday life.
The trek up from town had always amazed me, the way the unforgiving heat and harshness of the dessert gave way to the cool embrace of the tall Pine and Aspen trees. I pulled off the main highway, onto the old dirt road that lead to the spot where we used to camp. I pulled the Jeep off the road, under some trees, out of view, and surveyed my surroundings.
The area where I had parked was on the side of a hill. From there, I would have to hike down to where the river was, and it was there that I planned to spend the next few days in quiet seclusion. I unloaded my gear, secured the Jeep, and headed off down the trail.
The cool mountain air was so refreshing. As I hiked through the trees, I could feel the day-to-day stress melting away. I found myself blending with the serenity of my surroundings. I was finally starting to relax.
After hiking for about thirty minutes, I was able to see the river. There had been an unusually high amount of rain in the area this year, leaving the river swollen beyond its banks.
By the time I finished pitching my tent, and setting up camp, the sun was just starting to set. I started a fire, and then decided to take a quick swim before I started fixing dinner. I waded in, and immersed myself in the water. The water was cool, refreshing, but I knew that I still needed to fix something to eat, so I didn’t stay in for long.
I headed over to where the fire was, and started peeling off my wet clothes. I was so involved in trying to get warm that it took a minute for it to sink in when I heard a sound behind me. Realizing that the sound I heard was someone clearing their throat, I spun around to find Tom standing there! I immediately grabbed for my clothes, and made a mad dash for my tent. I quickly put on a pair of cut offs and a tank top, took a deep breath to ease my embarrassment, and headed out to find out why he was there.
“What in the world are you doing way out here?”
I asked him, still a little red from embarrassment.
“I got into town yesterday, and when I asked for you at work, they said that you were on vacation, and that you had headed up here to camp.” He replied.
“And, you came all the way up here to find me?”
I asked, wondering why he would take the time. After all, we had been involved once, a long time ago. But since we had been back in touch, it had been more of a physical thing, and even though I had dared to hope in the beginning, I was relatively sure that he wasn’t ready for any more of a relationship than that.
“I thought it was a little odd that you would come all the way out here, to camp for a week, by yourself. I thought I better come and see if you were okay.” He said.
“I think you saw a lot more than that!” I joked as I poured us both a cup of coffee. “I really needed some time away. When I was a girl, my dad and I used to come up here together. Those were simple times, and with all the pressures in my life lately, I thought this might be just what the doctor ordered.”
“Yeah, but do you think it is safe for you to be all the way out here by yourself?” He asked.
“I have never been one to be afraid of being off alone. It’s so peaceful out here, and you are the first person I have seen since I got here. How long before you have to get back?”
“I have a week off, and came back to see about the sale of my house. I took care of that this afternoon before I came up here.” He answered.
“Well, you’re welcome to stay, if you think I need protecting from “the big bad wolf”.”
“After what I just saw when you came out of the river, I might be the one you need protecting from!” He stated.
“You, I am NOT afraid of!” “I was gonna fix something to eat, but do you want to go for a quick swim first?” I asked.
“I didn’t bring a suit.” He said. “You don’t need a suit! Who’s is gonna see you out here?” I asked.
“That wouldn’t exactly be fair, would it? You have a suit!”
“Hmm.. Well, I guess we could go skinny-dipping. I mean, so it would be fair and all.” As quickly as I could, before I lost my nerve, I stripped out of my shorts and tank top, and ran for the river, calling, “Catch me if you can!”
It took him all of two seconds to peel off the polo shirt and jeans that he was wearing and follow the path that I had taken to the river. I was a few seconds ahead of him, so I reached the water first. As he hit the water, I warned him that it was chilly, but he wasn’t prepared for it. As soon as he was in the water, he came up with his teeth chattering.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Too cold for you?”
“Just takes a little getting used to is all.” He answered as he playfully dunked my head under the water. I came back up and reached for him, trying to pay him back for the dunking, but I wasn’t able to get him under the water, and during the struggle, I found that it felt very good to be pressed up against him. The water was cold, and he was warm. Being there, with my arms wrapped around him, playing in the water, I felt something stir within me that I hadn’t felt in a very long time. It had been a long time since we had been able to spend any time together. I had really missed having him in my life. I wanted so badly to tell him how I really felt about him, but found that I didn’t have the nerve. I didn’t know how he felt, and I didn’t want to press him. I would have to be content to take what he was willing offer.
“Earth to Linda?” He said, snapping me back to reality. “You okay?”
“Huh? Yeah, just tired, I guess.” I answered, and again tried, unsuccessfully, to dunk him under the water. He was just too strong for me.
“Didn’t you say something about fixing something to eat?” He asked.
“Yeah, I’m getting hungry too. I have a couple of steaks ready throw on the fire. Care to join me?”
We sloshed out of the river, and started drying off. I wrapped a towel around me, and put the coffee pot back on the fire, figuring that we needed something warm. He must have thought the same thing, because he came up behind me, with a blanket he had grabbed out of my tent and wrapped around himself, and engulfed me into his arms, and the warmth that lay there-in. I couldn’t think of any other place on earth that I would rather be.
He guided me back, up against a huge tree, his hand on the tree over my shoulder as he leaned over me. His eyes met mine, and I searched them for any sign of how he felt for me. He reached out and pulled off the towel that was wrapped around me, leaving me exposed. His gaze traveled the length of my body, and there was no mistaking what I saw in his eyes then. Raw desire.
He dropped the blanket that was wrapped around him. If there had been any mistake in what I saw in his eyes, the sight of his swollen, throbbing cock removed any doubt. It was thrilling to realize that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. He leaned in close. Very close. His lips brushed mine, gently. Then his mouth closed hungrily over mine. I was wrapped in his arms, so close, our naked chests pressed together. Our bodies fit together so perfectly. I could feel his heartbeat coursing through his chest. He kissed me so deeply that I thought that I would die from lack of air, and in his arms, I would have gladly succumbed to a death so sweet.
When he finally let me come up for air, he slid down my body, kissing and biting, and licking his way down as he went. I was breathing so hard, both from the temporary lack of air, and because of the incredible sensations he was sending through my body.
He squatted in front of me, and ran his tongue along the sensuous line where my leg meets my body, sending shivers down my spine. He lifted my left foot, placing it on his right thigh, which gave him a full view of my pussy. He teased the inside of my thigh with his tongue, while his hand reached up and tugged at my nipples, each one in turn.
Then his mouth was over my pussy. I could feel the warmth of his breath. His tongue snaked out and played in the curls of my hair, teasing me beyond belief. I reached out, pulling him to me. My blood was on fire. I needed to be touched like I had never needed it before. He slowly ran his tongue the length of my very wet pussy, causing me to suck in a ragged breath. It was as though he was trying to taste every inch of me. He reached up with both hands, one on either side of my pussy, opening me to him, and began an all out assault on my sensitive clit which drove me to the brink of rapture quite quickly.
I looked down at him, then, making eye contact with him, and realized how much he wanted this for me. My body responded to his every touch. My hips rolled with him. My breathing was labored. My skin was sensitive to even the air around me. I was feeling with every nerve that my body possessed. I came then. Shuddering… Moaning… Forgetting to breathe… Forgetting everything except the exquisite sensation that he was giving me. I gasped for air as my body regained its composure, and fought to keep my knees from buckling.
He groaned in approval as I came, tasting the fruits of his labor. He rose from his position, leaned in and kissed me again. This time, I could taste myself on his mouth.
I turned him so that his back was against the tree. I kissed him, sucking and biting at his lower lip. I bent and teased his right nipple with my tongue, causing it to harden into a perfect little peak. I nipped at it gently, and sucked it into my mouth. I traced a line down his belly with my tongue.
His rigid cock stood out, beckoning to me. I lowered myself to my knees in front of him, and without touching his cock, licked his balls. He moaned, and they rolled and tightened. I sucked each one gently into my mouth. I rose up a little, and took the head of his swollen cock into my mouth, and sucked the entire length in slowly, and worked my way back out to the tip. I pulled his hips toward me, letting him know that it was okay to set the pace. He began to slide his cock in and out of my mouth in long, slow, deliberate strokes.
I loved the way he sucked in his breath each time that he realized that his cock was buried in the back of my throat. I alternated between sucking him in and letting my teeth graze against him, gently, each time that he withdrew. As I teased and played with the sensitive skin behind his balls, he reached out, grasping the nape of my neck, drawing me nearer still. I marveled at the way his thick cock felt sliding its way in and out of my mouth; silky soft, but yet hard as steel. The sensation was intense, a huge turn on. The longer he was in my mouth, the more I realized how badly I wanted to feel him inside me.
As if he was reading my thoughts, he pulled me up, scooped me into his arms, and carried me closer to the fire. He laid me on a blanket spread on the ground, and lowered himself over me. He gently pulled my wrists up over my head, and held them there with one hand, wrapping the other arm around my waist, and kissing me.
“I need you.” He hissed across my lips.
He entered me, then, and I realized that my body no longer belonged to me. I was his to do with as he pleased. There was an urgency about him that I had never experienced when we had been together before. He held my wrists firmly, and with his arm around me, I couldn’t have moved away from him, not that I would have wanted to. He held me so tightly that I could hardly catch my breath. He drove into me as though his very life depended on it. I watched him for a few moments, until I, too was caught up in the act. It was so erotic to see this side of him.
As I felt him tense, knowing that he was coming close, I found myself spiraling up, away from myself, until I reached that perfect pinnacle, teetering on the edge, climaxing, then falling profoundly down into a state of near unconsciousness I once heard described as petit mort.
We were both spent. We slept there, in front of the fire, entwined in on another.
We made love again that night. Slowly, sweetly, languishing in the feel of each other. I memorized every inch of his body, knowing that it might be a very long time before I saw him again. And afterwards, we lay in each other’s arms, for the entire night; something that we had never before been able to indulge ourselves in.
I felt so complete; so at ease. I almost slipped, and told him how I really felt about him. But, I knew I couldn’t. Where our relationship went from there would have to be his decision.

It’s mid-afternoon and as I step out of the shower, I hear you arrive home. Wrapping a towel around my body, I walk out to greet you and give you a hot kiss. My skin is still wet with little water droplets clinging here and there. You tug at my towel and slip your hand inside to fondle my breast as you nip at my neck.
I pull away and giggle as I head for the bedroom, motioning with one finger for you to follow me. I dry myself off slowly while giving you seductive looks. I see the pure lust in your eyes and let a moan escape my lips as I watch you undress.
I lean over the side of the bed, placing one knee on the mattress and shake my ass at you. I run my hand down my back to the crack of my ass and slide my fingers inside.
“C’mon, darlin’, want some of this?” I moan as you come to stand behind me.
You grab the lubrication and pour some into your hand, warming it before coating my crack with it, slipping a finger inside my ass to lube it up. I moan and buck my hips backwards. You take your cock and I feel you run it over my ass cheeks, down the crack, lubing the head as you poke it towards my tight hole. I let out a moan as it comes to rest at my puckered back door.
“You want it, baby,” you tease. Your hands grip my hips as you slowly slip the head inside. “You want this stuffed inside your sweet ass?”
I stiffen a bit and groan my reply. “Yes, lover…”
You lean down and nip my ear, sliding in a little more. “Relax, baby,” you whisper into my ear as you stroke my sides, then slowly slide in another inch. Moaning louder, I push my ass back against you, ready to take more.
You slide your hands up my body and caress my large rounded breasts, fondling them, plucking the nipples as you slide in halfway. I bump my butt against you and moan. “Oh yesssss, darlin’.” Then I reach for the cock shaped vibrating dildo and turn it on. Its hum causes my pussy juices to flow and I slip it into my sweet tight snatch. I fuck my own pussy in rhythm with you as you fuck my ass.
“Ohhhhh god yessssss! It feels so good to have both holes filled. Ohhhhhhhh yes! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!” I scream. “More, yes! Yes! Yes! YES! YES! YES! YESSS! OHHHH YESSSS, darlin’,” as I cum on the vibrator stuffed in my snatch.
“Oh baby, you feel so good!” you moan as you pump your hips furiously in and out of my tight ass. I let out a groan and begin to cum again-this time more intensely as the dildo grazes my g-spot. It hits me hard and I push myself back against, impaling myself on your delicious cock buried deep in my ass.
“Yes! Ohhhhh yessss! I’m gonna cum! YES! I’m cummming! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! Ooooooooooooo, yes! YES! YES!” I scream once more and start gyrating my hips. I shove the dildo in as far as I can, feeling it fill me to the hilt and jolt as it sets off another intense g-spot orgasm and I cum, screaming.
“Feel good, baby,” you whisper in my ear, running your tongue around it. “Can you take more?”
I moan, and push myself backwards, allowing you to slide your cock in 3/4ths of the way in. I groan loudly as I adjust to it and your hard thrusts.
“Yes, Chris darlin’, yes!” I moan as another hot orgasm builds within me, and I writhe uncontrollably as it rocks my body and let go completely, cumming hard and long. I pull out the dildo and let my orgasm spurt female juices as I buck and scream. “YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!”
The tightness of my ass and the trembling of my pussy set off your own orgasm. You’re moaning, trembling, grunting and pounding me furiously, pounding me hard as we move together, “Yes, baby, I’m gonna cum in your ass, baby. I’m cummmmming! OOOOOOHHHH!!!”
Your cock erupts, filling my ass with torrents of creamy jizz. I sink down to the bed as you pull your cock out of my ass, and I feel your hand cover mine and together we fuck my cunt with the thick dildo and within minutes I’m cumming again.
I roll over onto my back and scoot to the middle of the bed. I watch you step aside to clean yourself up before joining me once more. You cover me, attacking my mouth with a steamy passionate kiss.
Rising above me, you straddle my chest and run the head of your semi-hard cock over my lower lip. “Suck it, honey. Get me hard again,” you teasingly order as you press it against my parted lips. I snake my tongue out and lick the head, digging my tongue into the hole on the tip, tasting you. I swirl my tongue around the head, licking it like an ice cream cone, flicking my tongue to and fro. I wrap my hand around the base and slide it into my mouth as you hump yourself against my face. I bring you to full aching hardness with my sucking, licking, stroking.
Pulling away and slightly inching down my body, you grab the lubricating oil and pour some into my cleavage, then press my breasts together. You grab my hands and together we fondle my well-oiled breasts.
“Let me tit fuck you, sweetheart.”
“Go for it, darlin’. Give me a hot tit fuck!” We both moan as you slide your cock between my tight pressed breasts and begin a short stroking rhythm. Once more we moan together, reveling in the pleasure.
I place my chin to my chest and lick the head of your cock as it comes near my mouth. You groan deeper and thrust quicker…giving my tits one hell of a fucking. FEELS SO GOOD!!!!!!!
“OH yes, baby! OHHHHH YESSSSSS, baby!” you moan as your orgasm builds within you. I feel your cock quiver between my tits, jerking violently, and you moan loudly, grunting. You cum again, hard, moaning, “I’m cuuuummmmiiiinngg, baby. I’m cumming on your tits! I’m cuuummmmiiinnnnngggg!!!!!!!!!!!!” with a shout and several grunts, I watch as load after load of creamy hot cum spurts from the tip and lands in my cleavage, on my tits, face and neck. I wrap my hand around the base and milk it of every last drop of cum.
You groan and fall to the bed beside me. “Damn baby, you’re incredible.”
With a giggle I crawl off the bed and dash into the bathroom to clean my chest of all the cum and oil. As I walk out of it, I find you standing there and you take my hand leading me back to the bedroom.
“I’m not finished yet, hun,” you tell me as we climb back in bed…oooooooo yeah give me more…fill my pussy with that gorgeous 10 inch cock! I want it!
You dip your fingers into my drenched cunt and shove two fingers in as far as they will go, locating my g-spot. I moan as the intense sensations rock my body, causing tremors to race down my trembling legs.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” you say as I buck my hips against your fingers.
“Bury your face into my twat and eat me,” I moan as I feel your hot breath against my clit. “Eat me ’til I flood your face with my juices.”
You teasingly slap my thigh and chuckle, “Sit on my face, baby.”
I quickly move to do so and straddle your eager mouth.
“Mmmm…mmmm, this is one hell of a hot view, honey.” You tease, chuckling before you attack my coochie. About ½ hour, maybe 45 minutes go by and I’ve cum several times while straddling your face, grinding my sweet snatch down onto your wet face…mmmmmm…yes!
“You taste so good, honey,” you moan.
Feels so hot as your tongue pushes up inside me. I rock back and forth as you slide your tongue in and out…giving my coochie and clit an awesome tongue lashing, your tongue digging in as far into my snatch as possible before licking my clit, feeling it swell beneath your insistent tongue. I grind down harder as I feel I feel my 8th orgasm building, ready to explode, ready to spurt my hot juices all over your greedy mouth. I moan louder, feeling it hit me hard and let out a scream.
“I’m cumming! I’m gonna cum on your face, darlin’! Yes, I’m cumming! YES! YES! YES! YES! YESS! YESSSS!!!!! OHHHH YESSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!”
I feel a slap to my thigh and buck my hips, grinding as my pussy cum spurts out, soaking your face. We both moan heartily, loudly, and in my state of euphoric bliss I hear you tell me you need to get something else wet besides your face.
So holding me in the same position, you slowly slide from underneath, licking me as you move. I let out an animal like grunt and squeal as I feel your tongue slide over my already well-fucked asshole. You tell me you love the way I slowly move my ass around almost hypnotizing you. You get me on all fours and once again slowly move in behind me. With your hot cock in hand, you rub it over my warm flesh and moaning you tell me that I should have your view.
Mmmmmmmmmm…
You slide the big head between my pouting parting lips and moan deeply as my wetness is unbelievable. You let go of your cock to slowly slide me back and forth on all 10 inches, getting your luscious cock slippery, hot and glisteningly wet. You tease me like this for several long moments despite my pleas for you to put it in!!!!
“Yes, baby, tell me how much you want it. Tell me how bad you need to feel it inside you…c’mon baby, talk dirty to me.” You whisper huskily.
“Oh darlin’, I need it BAD…really bad. I want you to fuck me, Chris! Fuck me now! Put that big cock in deep and fuck me hard!” I squeal as I buck my hips against you.
We’ve both worked up the sensual tension ’til we can hardly breathe-’til we can hardly stand it. What a perfect time for you to feed me some hard cock! You grab my hips to hold me still and with one small push, I feel the big head stretch my snatch open and pop in! You stop all movements-just kind of grinding as the first inch twists inside me.
“More, darlin’, god damn you, give me more now!” I howl, impatiently.
Another push, another inch sinks home. You stop again, quickly pulling all the way out just to smear your slippery cock head over my hot ass. You’re really teazin’ me good darlin’!
Again I feel you enter me-mmmmmmm, yes-1, 2, 3, 4, 5 inches sinking slowly up inside me and that’s all. You pull back to the head and thrust five inches back in.
“Do you like it, baby? Do you want more? Do you want ALL of it, sweetheart?” you ask, teasing me more.
As I moan and scream YES you pull out one last time so you can pull me back to the edge of the bed. “You look so good, baby,” you moan.
You put one leg up beside me and slowly push your long hard cock into where it belongs. Slowly inch by inch ’til I’ve got 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 inches of hard beautiful cock filling me all the way up. You stand still for a moment feeling my hot snatch wrapped tightly around you. “Feel good, baby?” you moan and I scream, “YES!”
You pull back, thrust in slowly at first building up rhythm, long deep strokes giving me it all with each thrust. It’s deep, hitting bottom, getting faster and more powerful. You feed me 10 inches, hitting deep inside me, withdrawing, pumping into me again and again and again, letting all the tension loose. You ravage my body 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 45 minutes of pure pounding, slow and fast, long and short thrusts slamming into me as I’ve cum several more times. Then you reach around and finger my clit as you fill me up.
“That’s it, baby. I want you to cum again. I want you to cum on my cock while I slam it deeply into you. That’s it, honey, cum on it, cum on my big cock stuffed in your pussy.”
I let loose with a bed-shaking orgasm, screaming loudly as quickly another rocks my body. We moan together, our voices bouncing off the walls together as you reach that pinnacle with me. You can’t hold back any longer. It really pulls your trigger as I reach back and fondle your balls as you continue to pump me deep.
“Mmmmmm, baby, I’m gonna cum. Ohhhh yes! I’m gonna cum all the way up your cunt! I’m cumming, baby!!”
My own hits me then I scream, “Yes, baby, yes! I’m cumming, too! I’m cumming! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YESSSSS!!!!!!!” Together we reach the most incredible orgasms ever, spurting my own cum as you cum long and hard inside me. We fall to the bed, gasping for breath. I grasp your cock and begin to stroke it. You moan and harden instantly, the entire length of your 10-inch cock springing to life despite of the enormous almost violent climax moments earlier. Then we snuggle together as I stroke your cock… and ready myself for round 3.

I was on my way to see you when I happened to bump into a woman who used to be a very good friend. We had a brief affair and she, I think, ended up like you – in too deep. And just stopped. She had said she wanted me to fuck her in the arse, but that never happened.
I stopped to speak to her and she asked where I was going. I said “To see this really submissive woman. You said pain was something you were not interested in, Helen, but she she is. If you’re not doing anything, you can come and watch. If you like, we could fuck again. I sometimes get the impression you want to. When you’re drunk, anyway.”
She laughed and called me “A dirty sod”. But wrote your address down and said she might try to come along in about an hour.
So, it was no surprise to me when your doorbell rang. You, of course, heard it. You had your wet panties in your mouth as a gag. Wet from your own excitement and from my piss where I had pissed in your cunt as you held the panties to one side. You could not answer the door as I had tied you to the bed. So, when Helen came in, there was a look of panic in your eyes.
“Oh my god,” Helen exclaimed, “I’m glad I never let you do this to me.”
“Tell me Helen, have you ever wondered what it would be like to have a woman lick you? Loraine has licked a woman before and I’m sure she could be persuaded to lick you. Maybe you would like me to fuck you while she does it.”
“I’m not sure. Give me a stiff drink first.”
“Now, Loraine,” I said, “are you going to be a good slut and lick Helen? Or do I need to persuade you? Just nod for now.” You shake your head vigorously. No, no, no. Looks like it’s persuasion.
“Helen, hold one of her legs, pull them apart, so that I can cane her on her wet hole, on her cunt. She’s like you Helen, doesn’t like that word. I have already stroked her with the cane, but this time it will be hard and I won’t stop until she agrees to do it.” Helen smiles the whole time the cane cracks into your crotch. You squirm and wriggle and sobs and moans come through your damp gag. After twelve strokes, I stop and remove your gag.
“Do you need to be persuaded more?” I ask.
You stop sobbing and say “Yes, harder, I want it harder.”
“I can’t believe she wants more” murmurs Helen, “she’s so red between her legs. You are a beast.”
“Well, you’re helping. Would you like to have a go? After all, it’s so you can get her tongue on your clit.”
“Oh fuck it, give it here. This is making me so horny, I don’t even need a drink anymore. Come on you little slut, let’s see if I can persuade you.” And she lashes you faster than I did, but probably not harder and you bite your lip, no gag in your mouth now. You moan and eventually, as you writhe and try to make Helen miss, you say “YES.”
Helen pauses. “Yes?,” she asks, “yes what? Yes more, or yes you’ll lick me?”
“Yes, I was coming. Hit me, hit me, please hit me, I want to come.” So Helen does and you do come, sobbing.
Helen strokes your cunt with the cane. “So, will you lick me?”
You say “Yes, whatever Paul wants, I’ll do. He knows that. I knew he wanted you to cane me, that’s why I got you both to persuade me. Oh shit, it hurts.”
“Come on Helen. Get your clothes off and get that pussy of yours where the slut can lick it.” Helen strips and smiling first at me then at Loraine, straddles you. “Come on Loraine, lick me. I’m really wet. I hope you’re a good pussy licker” – she looks over her shoulder at me and says “CUNT licker, or I’ll have to beat you again. Come on, Paul, I want that cock in me.”
So I push in her dripping cunt and I can feel your tongue on her clit and your chin. Your tongue flicks along my cock as I pull out. I finger Helen’s arse.
“I’ve often thought about anal sex with you, Paul. Go, on, it’ll give Loraine more room to fuck me with her tongue.” I rub my cock over Helen’s tight anus and say “You know Helen, this is making Loraine really jealous. I have told her I will not put my cock in her without a condom and she desperately wants it bare, don’t you Loraine?”
Helen pushes back against my cock and grunts as it jerks and slips into her arse. I start fucking her so fast you find it hard to lick her, so I stop and hold Helen’s hips and pull her against me, trying to get all my cock in her and she comes, shuddering.
“Come up there, you dirty sod, come up my arse” Helen murmurs “and I’ll squirt it into Loraine’s mouth. You can lick my areshole clean, Loraine.” And I come quite quickly.
Helen turns round, still crouching over your face and smiles down at you as my cum shoots out, farts blowing in your face, cum grey with traces of her shit. You let it drop on your tongue and swallow. I make you suck my cock clean, covered as it is with the same grey-brown slime and flecks of shit.
“I need a pee,” says Helen.
“So do I Helen,” I say, “and happily this sub slut here likes drinking piss. Well, to be accurate, she doesn’t like drinking it, but she forces it down. We’ll do her at the same time, on her bed. She won’t want to spill any here, will she? Will you, Loraine?”
Helen starts, but misses your mouth, hitting your chin, corrects her aim and I join in and your mouth fills with our piss and your have to swallow, as I keep digging my nail into your clit and only stop when you drink. Hot, strong, yellow and warm.
Helen goes for a shower.
While she’s out of the room, I say, “How would you like to cane Helen’s cunt, Loraine? Get your own back.”
But that’s another story.

The cowboys escort the five PP ladies down to our end of the room. They are using what we in the commercial sector call a ‘hands on’ approach. It is rowdy and totally out of control.
We have people standing from the fuck room door almost back to our table and I do not like the looks of things. I am standing by the table trying to figure out how to get Jan and Jewel out of there and not finding much in the way of a solution.
Fortunately, the Silver Dollar lady and her helper come down and get Jan and Jewel out. My two ladies dash down to the ladies room and it is just me, the Silver Dollar lady and her helper. He is a large Silver Dollar employee who is apparently getting ready to play baseball. At least he has a baseball bat in his hand.
The cowboys have Alicia in the fuck room on the bed. They are fucking Alicia gangbang style.
It isn’t all that romantic. The cowboys seem mostly intent on getting as deep and as hard into Alicia’s pussy as they can. Each cowboy, in his turn, mounts Alicia and fucks until he shoots cum into her already overflowing pussy. As each cowboy adds his cum, the excess flows out of Alicia and onto the bed.
The pounding continues until Alicia is completely exhausted and unable to respond. Alicia is lifted off the bed and disappears in the general direction of the bathroom. It is then Bonnie’s turn on the bed.
I don’t know if any of the cowboys notice the substitution of Bonnie for Alicia all that much. They are mostly drunk and want pussy and are seemingly not too concerned with exactly who is supplying the pussy.
The first guy in each lady pumps until he shoots his cum. The second guy gets sloppy seconds. The next guy gets sloppier thirds and so on.
As each lady reaches total exhaustion, the cowboys scoop the lady off the bed and the attendant literally scoops the cum off the bed in the old sheet and slaps on a new sheet.
When Bonnie is finished on the bed, it is Nanci’s turn.
Morgan and Sue are clearly going to be next. They are standing among a crowd of cowboys and there are a number of the guys who are feeling a bit of this and that as they wait for their turn in the train.
Finally, the Silver Dollar lady tells me and the employee that it appears that things are under control. If what is going on is under control, I didn’t want to be somewhere where things are out of control.
The three of us walk down to the other end of the main bar room
The Silver Dollar lady thanks me for standing with her when it looked like there might be a riot. Before I can say anything one of the ‘regular’ Silver Dollar girls breaks in to complain that, “Those whores of yours are making it damn difficult for a lady to make a living.”
I politely point out that they are not my ladies. If she has a complaint, she should take it up with the drunk husbands over there. With that, I point in the direction of the table where five PP executives are drunk and getting drunker.
The dancer snorts and says something about the bastards being too drunk even to fuck. She then added that it is too bad that their sluts don’t have the same problem.
The Silver Dollar lady tells me, “The PP ladies will make enough to get home via the Iron Dog, even after the house share of their whore money has been deducted.” She also tells me, “You know, I have never had amateur sluts like that come into this place before.”
I tell her, “It will probably be the last time, as PP does not have a contract in the area any more and probably never again will. Once the bus takes them away, they are not likely to return.”
About that time, Nanci staggers down the bar room, apparently from the fuck room. She wobbles up to the table where her husband and the other four PP executives are sitting drunk. Nanci scoops what is a near world record amount of cum out of her pussy and then slaps her husband across his face with her gooey hand. She says sweetly, “That’s what’s getting us home, ass hole. Don’t give me any shit. You are too drunk even to pimp.”
With that little wifely love pat, Nanci reels back toward the fuck room.
While we are still standing there, chuckling at the scene, a man from the service station comes in and tells me that the snow plows have come through, but it will be about 20 minutes until they can shovel a path through the piles that the snow plows left on the sides of the road. The guy then leaves.
I observe that the regular Silver Dollar dancers are up on the stage letting it all hang out, but their client base is down in the fuck room. The regular ladies want to make some money, but they want to operate in their normal retail channels, not in the wholesale operation down in the fuck room.
I am one of the few males in the main bar room who is not so drunk he is obviously not interested in sex. The ladies on the stage noticed this and begin to solicit my business. I am maybe a little tempted but my car is almost ready and I do have Jan and Jewel to think about.
Suddenly, Jan appears from nowhere and tells me she has lost her compact and could I please go check?
I suspect that Jan is more interested in seeing that I don’t become involved with the ladies on the stage than she is concerned about her compact. However, duty calls. I then take a long glance at the current dancer.
Jan grabs my arm and tells me, “Don’t to worry about the slut, there is a lot of what you want where we are going.” Then she gently shoves me in the direction of the table at the far end of the main bar room.
There are probably several places I don’t want to go more than back to the table opposite the fuck room, but none of them come quickly to mind. I kind of mosey down to the table where we had sat. There are four cowboys siting at the table, apparently waiting for their next turn.
Before I can say something stupid, one of the cowboys shoves a compact across the table and asks, “Does this belong to the ladies you have with you?”
I say,”Yes it does and I would like to take it back to her.”
The cowboy asks, “She don’t wanna’ come back her herself?”
I take the compact and tell the man, “No, she wouldn’t come back here. The ladies and I are low level employees of the company. The sluts you are fucking are the wives of the top executives. The lower level employees really don’t want to get involved in high level corporate matters.”
The cowboys look at me suspiciously. One of them asks, “You trying to tell me those are the wives of big shots?”
I smile and tell him, “It is sort of a case of ‘I love you Honey, but the show is closed!’ The corporation is bankrupt and the ladies are just trying to earn enough money to get back home.”
He says, “Well the big show may have closed, but the whorehouse is still open for business.”
I look over at the fuck room.
I can see Alicia and Morgan leaning against a wall as cowboys feel their more interesting parts. Sue is on the bed and showing signs of running down. I don’t see Nanci or Bonnie. They may have been in the bathroom.
I turn back to the cowboys and tell them, “Well, they shit on us and now you are cumming on them. I guess that will have to make it even.”
The cowboys laugh and I turn to leave.
As I walked back down the main bar room, Bonnie is walking almost beside me and she is scooping cum out of her red pussy. I slow a bit and watch her repeat the cum in the face slap I have witnessed before. Bonnie tells the man that, since he won’t be getting any pussy that night, he might like to know what is going on down there. Her husband is too drunk to anything more than sit there and take it.
Bonnie turns and struts back down toward the fuck room. It looks like it is going to be a long night.
Both Jan and Jewel have now returned from the bathroom.
I give Jan back her compact. I tell the ladies, “The man from the service station tells me that it will be about 15 more minutes until the car is ready. We will just have to wait.”
The regular Silver Dollar ladies are still soliciting me and both Jan and Jewel tell me to just ignore the sluts, they will take care of the problem later.
The Silver Dollar people get us a table back in a corner and we have only to wait.
After a time, I tell the ladies, “I will go see about the car. If everything is OK, I will come back and then we can leave.”
When I get to the car, they have enough snow cleared that I can make it out to the highway back to the big city. The man says that he will call the Silver Dollar and let my passengers know.
I fire the engine up and get the heat turned on. It isn’t warm, but it will get better as the engine runs. I then drive over to the front door of the Silver Dollar and the ladies run out into the cold night and sort of dive into the car.
I drive out through a gap shoveled in the snow wall the plows have left and down to the highway back to the big city. The heater begins to pump out a bit of at least warm air. We are headed home and things are looking up.
As we drive down the highway back to the Big City, Jewel asks me, “Were you actually considering ‘renting’ one of the Silver Dollar dancers?”
I tell her, “I would normally not do such a nasty thing, but I have been stranded out in the boondocks for so long that it might have come to a matter of desperation.”
Then Jewel and Jan talk for a bit in some sort of lady code. I am really not able to follow the conversation. However, I am obviously a subject of the conversation.
We then talk a bit about the PP situation and jobs.
I tell the ladies, “I do have a job waiting for me back in the Big City, and a good thing too, because PP is through forever.” I then ask, “Do you ladies have jobs?”
Jewel tells me, “We have had job interviews and have more lined up. However, we need a reference.”
I tell them, “I will be glad to give you ladies references.”
Now it is some 600 miles back to the Big City. There is no way I am going to try to drive that straight through. I will drive a couple of hours or until I began to get sleepy.
After about an hour and a half we find a nice looking motel in the middle of nowhere. The ladies want to stop. I am not all that tired, but it looks like a good place and we do need to stop somewhere.
The ladies tell me to just get one room.
I get a room with two double beds, the biggest single room they have.
The ladies then decide that they will flip a coin and one of them will fuck me first and then I will sleep with the other through the night.
I mean, it is as if I really do not exist. However, you try to be nice to people.
We are all pretty tired and it is late. Jewel wins the coin toss and I fuck her on the one bed with Jan lying in the other bed. What the hell, we have been watching people fuck all night anyhow.
Jewel is a hot fuck. I enter her and she not only lets me in, she thrusts back against my deep strokes. I am pretty horny as the only pussy I have been getting is an occasional round with the Silver Dollar girls or the girls from another saloon down the road.
With Jewel, I am deep in a pussy that wants me inside and wants to grip my thrusting cock. There is an exciting amount of friction and we work back and forth as slow and deep as I can make it. Jewel wants me and I can feel the demand of her body as I stroke. She wants me as deep as I can get and hard enough to show I really want her. She is active and the slight changes on angle of penetration are a continuing process of discovery.
We fuck with mounting excitement until I can feel Jewel getting ready to climax. I am also in the short rows and we hit the finish in a shattering mutual orgasm.
Jewel kind of collapses into sleep.
I get up and wash, then join Jan in the other bed. Jan is asleep or almost asleep. She cuddles to me and that is the last thing I remember until I awake the next morning with something cuddly alongside me and a raging hard on.
Jan and I have a good morning fuck. If Jan is not quite as active as Jewel had been, she is somehow more sensuous. We have a slow, deep fuck that makes me forget that there is anyone else in the room with us. As I fuck Jan, we seem to move as one being. Each stroke is a perfectly coordinated cycle and we work slowly up to an easy mutual climax that is still very intense. To add to the experience, Jan climaxes noisily.
As if we are returning from our own private world, I hear Jewel climax on the other bed.
I get up and shower quickly. I then pack my suitcase and take it out to the car. While I am out, I check the motel coffee shop. It is clean and open for business.
When I get back to our room, Jewel and Jan have showered and are dressing.
I don’t know about you, but I have never before personally been in a situation where I was in a room with two women each of whom I have fucked in the near past.
There is no real problem. They casually discuss the matter, with Jewel claiming that Jan got the better deal because she ‘got it’ in the morning while poor Jewel had to use her fingers.
We get breakfast and hit the highway to the Big City.
It has been an experience to remember!

It was my first time to one of these play-parties. My Owner had brought lots of equipment, and it was all locked into a rolling case. At first W/we made the social rounds…Master D. and his subs were there, and so was Mr. R., and a few others W/we knew. My Owner took me off in private, and with that evil grin of His, told me to get ready for some fun! When He gets a twinkle in His eye, and a certain really wicked grin, I know I’ve got some challenges ahead, and apparently, this was to be one of those occasions. He gave me a safe-word to use if I needed it, and I vowed to myself that I would NOT use it! It is a special challenge to myself that I not give in and use my safe-word. After all, I know my Owner will stretch my limits, but will always keep my safety in mind.
Stripped naked and feeling quite vulnerable, but still in a semi private area, Mr. R. happened by. As He and my Owner chatted about me like I was not even present, I must admit that my confidence levels dropped a notch or two. My owner was telling Mr. R. that he planned to fasten me to the St. Andrews Cross in the main play area. Mr. R. offered to help! So, together, they led me to the Cross, and bound me with rope, from my ankles to my knees, and from my wrists to my elbows. No wiggle room there!
While I was being “fastened”, a couple I did not know came over to chat with my Owner, and they were given His permission to stay and enjoy the coming session. I was then blindfolded, and a horrid leather hood was placed over my head. There were breathing holes where my nose and mouth were, but the smell of the leather was still very powerful. There was a metal loop at the top of this hood, and that hoop was fastened to something above me, leaving me with no way to move my head. Now I was completely bound, deprived of my sight, and at His mercy.
To start with, my Owner gave me some light caning, mostly on my inner thighs and on my breasts. Then He switched to a leather strap. Five or six lashes to my inner thighs, then two lashes to each breast. Then back to my thighs. Then my outer thighs were given some attention. Then He stopped the painful torment for a few minutes, to pull on my exposed clit, and to gage the wetness in my pussy. Satisfied, He began to insert the metal speculum he keeps for special sessions. All the way in, and all the way open. I heard gasps and whispers coming from beside me and in front of me. Now I had no idea how many spectators there were. I could hear my Owner digging through His medical kit. I knew it was the medical kit because I could hear all the stainless steel instruments rattling against each other, until He selected the instrument of my torture.
A lightning bolt shot up my inner thing, and before I could react, the same bolt shot over my left pussy lip, already stretched beyond comfort by the speculum. It was the metal pinwheel. I have always loved the pinwheel. The instant pain it delivers. The pain that never lasts, and is never beyond my endurance. As He teased my outer pussy lips with the pinwheel, I felt the rest of the room fading from my senses. Oh, that maddening devise was making me hornier and wetter by the second. Then He stopped. And the thoughts of my surroundings returned to me. He was explaining to the spectators about the use of His favorite toy, the violet wand! Good God! He wasn’t going to electrocute me, bound to this cross, speculum opened to the hilt, with an audience!
W/we had played with the violet wand many times, but I had always shied away from any type of insertion play with it. I was too afraid that it would be far beyond my pain limits. But there had always been that unspoken agreement between U/us that one day it would happen.
My Owner can insert the handle of the pinwheel into the handle of the violet wand, making the current come off the pinwheel. He explained to His audience that this is what He was now doing. I heard some ooh’s and ahh’s as He demonstrated the visible current coming off the pinwheel onto my breast. As the current was increased, I began writhing within my confines. Shocks lasting between half a second to as long as 10 seconds were moving through the tender tissue of my nipples and breasts. Try as I did, I was bound too securely to get away from the electricity, even for a brief reprieve. He then knelt and started tormenting my bare and helpless feet! First one and then the other, and then back to the first. Oh, how I tried stamping my feet, tried to wriggle free from that hated touch. And the humiliation of his derisive laughter, and the laughter of those around me, enjoying the show. He enjoyed my minute antics so much, He started calling me “stampy”, much to the enjoyment of the others, and to my increased humiliation.
Then, using the electrified pinwheel to move up my leg, to my inner thigh, and back down again to torment my feet some more. I don’t know how long this particular torment lasted. Maybe 5 minutes. Maybe 45 minutes. I was lost inside that dark leather hood. Lost inside my humiliation and my torment. Needing. Wanting. What? I didn’t’ know, but I knew that He would know.
He stood and whispered to me. He asked me if I remembered my safe-word. I told Him I did. He said that was good, because now he was going to use the electrified pinwheel on my pussy. And believe me, He is a Man of His word!
Beginning with my outer pussy lips, the current was low, and almost enjoyable, though my nerves were stretched tighter than my pussy at that point. With the current at its lowest, He began giving minute shocks to my clit. They prickled. He was testing me. He increased the current, never staying in the same place for long, moving that current first across my pussy lips, then to my clit, increasing it’s strength, then back to my lips and back to my clit. He even shocked my ass hole. Totally lost to Him and to the pain He was giving me, I began to cum. What I though was a total body orgasm…bound and helpless in front of an audience, I screamed as I came. As my orgasms began to settle I was thankful for the secure ropes that bound me. I’m sure my knees would have given out otherwise. But He was not finished. He touched the tip of the electric wand to the metal speculum buried deep within my pussy, and OH MY GOD it took away any residual control I may once have had over my body. I began to cum and cum and scream and groan in a purely animalistic voice that I did not even recognize as my own. Still He continued to electrocute my pussy from within. The spasms in my vagina were so violent that I actually pushed the speculum out, and it fell to the floor beneath me. And now His hands were on my body, caressing me and coaxing me and still I continued to cum.
Later, after the crowd had dispersed, and He held me bundled in a huge comforter, and He told me how proud He was of me, the spasms finally petered out. And I lay against his loving chest, closed my eyes, and thanked the heavens for giving me an Owner who truly knew me and loved me.

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and fantasy. It is not intended to represent any existing situation or person. You shouldn’t be reading this if you’re under 18.
Introduction: This is the fourth and last installment of a story about a loving couple and how they filled their individual sexual needs.
I woke the next morning and saw her sleeping beside me. Her hair was strewn across the pillow and she was sprawled in a face down position under the blanket. I moved toward her and gently kissed her exposed shoulder. She mustn’t have been sleeping too soundly because her eye lids flickered then opened. As her consciousness returned she smiled when she saw me looking at her.
“Good morning, dear husband. Did you sleep well?”
“Like a log my darling.”
“Would you like to eat me for breakfast.”
“Oh yes, my darling.”
“Its all yours then.” she said as she rolled over and threw back the blanket revealing her naked form and close trimmed pubes. Her body was well toned, supple and so very delectable as I knelt between her outstretched legs in my nightie and brought my mouth to her musky sex. The first touch of my tongue to her labia caused her to jerk in response and then she gave a gentle moan as I slipped my tongue inside her and began shoving it in and out of her sex channel.
“Oh yes my dear husband. Oh yes!! Eat me, make me cum in your mouth.” she told me as she brought her hands to the back of my head and pressed down. “Oh yes. That’s doing it. I’m going to cum soon.”
I moved my tongue up to her clitty and worked it with the tip as I closed my lips around her little sex button.
“Oh god!! Yes, oh yes!!” she gasped and thrust her hips up as she pushed down on my head. “I’m cccuuummmmmiiinnnngggg.” Her body went rigid as she arched it up and her fluids flowed in to my ready m