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This is my first attempt at publishing anything written, so therefore, my first attempt at erotic literature. Please feel free to leave comments, but be kind, I’m new.

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Jack was full of ideas and Tuesday was no different. He had a mischievous grin in his face. “Are you willing to be a little adventurous tonight? I have a few ideas.”

“You always have ideas. What did you have in mind tonight?” His wife, Linda, asked.

“How is your shoulder feeling? I know you had mentioned it was sore the other day.”

“It’s fine now.” Linda was a little nervous. Why was he asking about her shoulder?

“I want to tie you up against the bathroom door, if you want.” Jack still had that grin.

“I guess.” Linda played at being talked in to it, but she kind of liked kinky stuff like this.

Jack went to his dresser and brought out the cuffs he kept there as well as the homemade door anchors. These had a length of nylon webbing with a spring clip on one end and a short piece of PEX tubing on the other. The webbing went over the top of the door with the tubing on one side and the clip on the other. The tubing prevented whoever was attached to the clip from pulling the whole thing off the door once it was closed. He reached out for Linda’s hand and wrapped the first cuff around her wrist. He took her other hand and attached that cuff as well. He took the carabiner clip he had and hooked her wrists together behind her back.

“Don’t go anywhere.” Jack’s grin was even bigger. He laid the door anchors over the top of the bathroom door and pulled it closed. He pushed Linda back against the door as he undid the carabiner holding her wrists together. She gasped as her naked ass hit the cold door. He lifted her right wrist up and connected the cuff to the clip hanging there.

“Is the door a little cold? Maybe I çeşme escort can help you warm up.” Jack said as he lifted her left wrist up and clipped the cuff to the second anchor. Linda was now standing against the bathroom door with her arms held above her head by the cuffs and anchors. Jack reached out and took her head in his hands and leaned in to kiss her. Their mouths connected, their lips parted. His tongue found its way past her lips and started to caress her teeth, something that always made Linda wet. She returned the passion of the kiss, pulling against her bonds. Jack walked back to his dresser at the other end of the room and pulled out a blindfold. He held it out as he approached Linda and slipped it over her head. She now had no idea what he was doing, she was blind.

He kissed her again, this time allowing his hands to roam over her chest. He massaged her breasts and occasionally tweaked her nipples, which pulled a moan from Linda. After a few moments, he pulled away again and went to the dresser. This time he pulled their toy bag out of his dresser and set it on Linda’s dresser right next to where she was held captive. He also retrieved his cell phone from his nightstand, he was going to need it shortly. He took out the nipple clamps out of the bag as well as the new toy he had recently purchased. This new item was a remote-control vibrating egg, it was controlled by a cell phone via Bluetooth. Jack opened the app on his phone and turned the egg on. He let is hands roam over Linda’s body, rubbing and pinching all over. His hand found its way to her moist sex, he let his finger slide along her now sensitive button.

As he rubbed, Linda pulled on her cuffs again, enjoying the sensations but being frustrated she couldn’t return the favor. Jack held her left breast başakşehir escort up and attached the tweezer style clamp to her nipple. He slowly moved the slider up, increasing the pressure on her sensitive nipple. He took her right breast and repeated the slow process. Linda was writhing against the door. Jack reached in the bag and took out the lube they had in there. With how turned on Linda was, the extra lubrication was not really needed. He inserted the egg slowly in to her pussy, pushing it all the way in to make sure it was against her most sensitive spot. He picked up his phone and moved the little slider up to start the vibrations deep inside Linda.

As she felt the egg begin to move, she felt her hips move in response to the stimulation. Jack turned up the power a little more and leaned in to kiss her again. She moaned into his mouth and tried to push herself against him. She wanted to feel his manhood against her body, the heat from his member matching the heat coming from her own body. Jack pulled on the chain connecting the nipple clamps a little, causing Linda to arch her back out to try and get some slack on her tormented nipples. Jack reached down and began to manipulate her hard clit, almost bringing an orgasm from her. After just a few minutes of this, Linda couldn’t hold out any longer. She knew her climax wasn’t far if Jack kept up what he was doing. His hand left her clit, leaving her frustrated and wanting. She felt the egg inside her stop as well. She was standing against their bathroom door, arms restrained above her head, moaning and pulling on her bonds, close to orgasm but unable to reach it.

“Jack, what are you doing now?” Linda couldn’t keep the need out of her voice.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you down soon.” Jack was digging küçükçekmece escort through the toy bag looking for the vibrator. He found it and gently touched it against her sensitive bud and turned it on. Linda immediately jumped at the sudden stimulation. Her orgasm hit quickly and hard, she pulled hard on the cuffs holding her wrists. Her legs almost buckled beneath her. Jack took the vibrator away and turned it off. He gently removed the clamps from her nipples and turned off the egg. He slowly pulled it out of her spasming pussy.

“Are you ready to get down yet?” Jack asked, knowing the answer.

“Please.” Linda was out of breath.

Jack pressed his lips to hers, his tongue fighting with hers. Her need was strong, she was pulling at her bonds hard now. Jack reached her left wrist and pulled the Velcro loose, and repeated on her right wrist. Before he could remove her blindfold, she tore it off and dropped it on the floor. They continued their kiss as they stumbled to the bed. Linda climbed on the bed and got on her hands and knees. Jack knew she wanted him to take her from behind, it was her new favorite position. He took is hard member in his hand and gently slid in to her. She moaned loudly as he moved all the way in. They both started rocking back and forth, Linda already cumming a second time and Jack was close. They moved faster and harder, both looking for that release. Jack felt his orgasm start in his balls and quickly move through his whole body. Linda felt his release, her orgasm hit a new level. She scream wordlessly into the sheets as they both shook from the effort. After what seemed like an eternity, Jack started to come down from his high. He gently massaged Linda’s back as she regained her senses. After a few moments, Jack slowly pulled his now softening member from Linda, causing her to shiver again. He helped her get to her feet and they both walked slowly to the bathroom to clean up.

“Where did you find that egg? Is it new?” Linda asked.

“I got it on sale. It works with Bluetooth, I control it with my phone. I have a few other ideas for it.”

“I bet you do. Can I go to bed now?” Linda’s smile told Jack she had more fun than she let on.

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There were no preliminaries. He plainly had a very clear idea of what was going to happen. Following usual procedure, Eve set her bag down and quickly stripped. Her pussy was immaculately bare, and she presented it, spreading its wet pink with her fingers. She turned, bent, reached behind her and clasped the cheeks of her arse, pulling them apart to present her anus. She pushed out the tight dark hole as he liked. Then she stood facing him again.

He approached her and buckled her collar around her throat. And now, something new. He used a band to tie her hair back, and then instructed her to pick up her bag. Gripping her collar, he walked Eve across the room to the mirror, and had her face it.

“Make your eyes up as prettily as you can, cunt. I want a lot of eyeliner, a lot of mascara and a lot of eyeshadow.” He looked on as Eve gave her eyes a striking dark adornment. When finished, she looked back for approval, and received a nod.

He walked Eve over to the bed now, stood her beside it. He produced a length of rope and carefully wound it around Eve’s wrists until her hands were bound before her. The double knot was tied hard. Unexpectedly, he then undressed and lay back upon the bed. His cock was long, thick, hard. Eve found it a challenge to maintain eye contact.

“Tonight, cunt, your mouth will be my hole of choice. I’m going to fuck your face, and no other part of you – or should I say, you are going to take me in the fuckhole in your face.”

He patted the bed by his side. Eve dutifully clambered onto it, her hands bound in front of her. He indicated that she should lie on her belly, resting on her bound forearms, her face before that imposing cock.

“I want bahçelievler escort to use your mouth at length, cunt. We are going to find out how long you can keep my cock hard, at the brink of coming but not coming. You will suck me, and you will take me as deep as you can. You will take me deeper into your throat than you ever have. But if I feel myself coming, I will pull your head back by the hair until my arousal subsides. During this time you will use your mouth on my balls and my shithole.

“I anticipate a lot of slobber, cunt. A lot of gagging and a lot of tears as you take my cock deep. I expect your beautifully made-up eyes soon to be streaky messes. I welcome it. I embrace mess. I want it for my cunt. And you will not stop. You will keep me hard with your wet fuckhole, and you will suck me beyond the limits you thought you had, with no prospect of tasting my come. Do you understand?”

Eve confirmed that she understood. He lay back then, and she positioned herself partially lying across his body, her tits and the elbows of her bound arms on either side of his thigh. Never breaking eye contact, Eve lowered her head and took his cock deep into her throat.

She sank slowly on to his cock on the first descent, finding she could not take all of him. She was rising for a second attempt when his hand clapped on the back of her head and held her in place, and then down, and down further. Eve’s face reddened and she seemed to panic, until at last with a desperate gasp she reared up, released. Thick strands of drool hung between her mouth and his cock, spilling down his shaft. After only two lungfuls of air, his hand forced bağcılar escort her back down on him. She swallowed him again.

Eve tried to open her throat to him. Her throat swelled visibly from the outside, and her tongue protruded under his cock. The flow of saliva was steady, and her eyes started to fill with tears. His cruel hand held her down. She was starved for breath. Her thighs and arms trembled. Again she reared up, mouth slathered in gag and drool. Looking down at his cock and balls, she saw they were bathed in the liquid from her mouth and throat. Her face was streaked in black and blue from her eyes now. This time she needed no forcing, and plunged her face down on that fearsome cock again.

Hollow-cheeked, she suckled on him, turning her face to the side to make her mouth stretch and her cheek bulge. Then she went down on him again, insistently forcing his cock into the depths of her throat, though all sense screamed that she was choking herself. Her head rose and fell. Her drool and gag was profuse, her chin shiny and dripping. His cock, balls, the bed under him were drenched in the product of her mouth. She sucked and sucked. He was no longer using his hand.

Then at last the hand came again, this time to yank at her hair, pulling her head up. She realised he was close to ejaculating, and that could not happen. Deftly, she turned her attention to his balls. They were coated in gag, their hair matted and sticky. She licked them, then took one, and then the other into her wet mouth, suckling gently.

His cock was softening. He adjusted his position slightly, and she delved lower, pushing her face down ümraniye escort between the cheeks of his arse to his shithole. She probed with her mouth, burrowing in, and on finding it, latched on with her mouth. His balls rested on her face. His ecstasy had relaxed him, and his looseness allowed her to push her tongue inside his slick anus with ease. Her lips sucked on his hole and she curled her tongue up inside his arse, savouring him.

At last she judged it safe, and lifted to take his cock in her mouth again. Not gingerly, but forcefully, the battle of his cockhead and her throat was rejoined. She forced herself down on him, taking him deep again, and a new stream of slaver, gag and spit festooned his cock, his balls, the bed under him again. Her head rose and fell with an insistent chorus of coughing, gasping and gulping. She could barely see through her tears.

In this cycle the evening passed. He hardly had to use his hand to drive her down harder; she did not lack for motivation. Only when he neared the brink of release did he pull her back by her hair, and at this point she would return her attention to his balls and his dirty hole until it was safe to return to sucking him off. It was impossible to tell how long they spent at this play. It felt like long hours at least.

Eventually he could fend off release no longer. He pulled Eve off his bulging cock and tight balls by her hair and turned her onto her back. Thick strands of gag still connected her mouth to his member, as if they could not bear to be parted. He straddled her, his knees either side of her tits, and laid his cock across her face. She attempted again to suck on his balls. After the merest of touches, his cock disgorged scalding thick spunk onto Eve’s face, over her forehead and in both her eyes. Her mouth gaped as if in a silent cry.

If Eve’s being lay in her fuckholes, tonight she had been denied her cunt and her arsehole. All she had to take him inside her was her mouth. Her mouth was her only fuckhole; her face a cunt. With his fingers, he fed his semen into it.

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A quick disclaimer: All the characters in this story are over 18 years. I would also like to point out that this story is a work of fiction and not to take it too seriously. There are themes of light femdom, discipline and humiliation in a college setting. It is advisable to read part 1 first.

*****

Billy shifted uncomfortably in his chair. In front of him Amanda stretched her arms up into the air and twisted side to side making a very exaggerated yawn as she did so. She pushed her chest forward accentuating the size of her breasts.

“That was such a boring class, wasn’t it Billy. I could hardly stay awake at all.” she said sleepily. “You wouldn’t mind copying your notes so I can have a second copy would you.” She grinned at him.

Billy grimaced, it was bad enough that she clearly didn’t pay attention in the class but now she wanted him to work harder to help her get a good grade. Still he knew he would do it since he was desperate for relief.

“Eh, sure Amanda I will try to get them done for tonight. I was wondering if you had some time after class would you like to get lunch together maybe?” he looked away as he asked her too nervous to make eye contact.

“Aww, thanks but me and my girlfriends are going to be eating together so maybe another time.”

She walked over to him and whispered in his ear. “But I know whats really on your mind so don’t worry. Me or one of my friends will make sure you get a long nice cum in sex-ed this week”. Her voice sultry and sexy while she reached down and brushed her fingers over his crotch.

“See you around” She chirped her voice becoming high pitched and cheerful suddenly. As she walked away Billy couldn’t help but stare at her ass. Ever since they started sex-ed the girls had started wearing sexier an sexier clothes and now every girl was wearing a miniskirt, white cotton socks up to her knees, and a tight fitting shirt which exposed the outline of their breasts noticeably. Indeed the school seemed to encourage girls to wear less and less giving them the option of purchasing a more revealing uniform at a cheaper price. In another context one would almost think the girls outfits to be sexist having them prance around in a skimpy uniforms for the enjoyment of the boys but at Edgewoods there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that the girls held the power. And enjoyment was hardly the word for the discomfort that Billy was feeling as he struggled to take his eyes off Amanda’s ass.

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Billy was the first to arrive for sex-ed class. He was 10 mins early and watched as the other students arrived and waited for Mrs Taylor. By the time she arrived though he was starting to get a bad feeling about today’s class. All of the girls had these really big grins on their faces and they kept whispering and giggling.

“Everyone inside now, we had a lot to get through today” Mrs Taylor announced.

The classroom was already set up and the boys sat down in the chairs waiting. If they wanted to cum at all they had to behave and so like every week they sat there while the girls eagerly grabbed the blindfolds and ropes from the cupboard. This was the way it had been every week since the first class they had to sit there and let themselves get tied up if they wanted a release.

“Now boys first I would like you take all your clothes off before you let the girls tie you up. Yes I can see some of you have shocked faces but we have already seen the best of you anyway.”

At this the girls burst into giggles as the boys batman escort started to blush. They all knew that the girls had seen their penises already but that was when they had been blindfolded. This was almost worse as they had to look at the girls as they took off their clothes.

Billy felt his cheeks go red as he dutifully removed his clothes leaving his cock cage as the only thing covering him. He tried not to look at any of the girls as he did so and instead managed stare at his own feet.

“Yes take off everything now boys even your socks and underwear. I think we can safely say we don’t have any big secrets anymore. When you are ready girls please get the boys tied up and some extra tight knots would be nice for today’s session please.”

Billy sat on one of the chairs and before he realised a girl came up behind him and blindfolded him before she set to work on securing him to the chair as if he was about to be blown off by a tornado. He also felt his cock cage being removed by one of the girls and he sighed in relief as his penis sprang to attention almost instantly.

“Now as we discussed beforehand girls, today you will get to actually ride the boys. That means that you will be getting pleasure from them too, which is as it should be anyway. I see you are in groups of 3 so if one of you in each group is brave enough you should get on top of your boys knees and make sure his penis is hard. “

There was some murmuring through the class as girls either fought about who would get to ride the boy first or else they all were too shy to get on their boy themselves. Many of the girls had come on a great deal in confidence and Mrs Taylor had made sure that in the sessions all of the girls had already tried giving the boys a handjob. There were however still some who were mostly content to watch the other more adventurous girls take the lead, which was necessary anyway due the gender imbalance in the class.

Billy could sensed that there was a silent fight taking place right beside him over who would get to ride him. After a what felt like no time at all he started to feel soft nylon legs slide over his knees as one of the girls got on top of him. His penis quivered in the air just in front of what he knew was a real girl ready to enter him. It was all he could do to remain quiet.

“I would suggest a little foreplay first girls just to make sure that your boy is ready. I sent you some notes which I assume you read before class.”

Billy thought he heard a few giggles from beside him but the girl in front of him went directly for his nipples and started to kiss them. The moment he felt her hair against his chest and her lips on his nipple Billy let out a load involuntary moan much to his embarrassment.

Mrs Taylor walked up behind Billy and said loudly “Now this is what I like to see, if you are dedicated girls and look over the material it can become much easier to find what really turns a guy on. This girl seems to have gotten a little lucky to have found Billy’s turn-ons so quickly but if you all persevere then I have faith that everyone of you will be able will be able to work the same magic.”

Billy was just trying to focus as he was starting to feel overwhelmed by all the sensations he was experiencing , the perfume of the girl seemed to be a very strong strawberry smell which filled his nostrils, she had long hair which was draped across his chest and her lips moved from nipple to nipple sucking and kissing him as he tried to suppress his moaning. It also did not help yalova escort that now he knew that he was the centre of attention of a whole class of girls which just made his cock stand up all the straighter. He also was starting to wonder who was about to take his virginity in just a few moments. Overall he wasn’t too obsessed with who it was (especially in his current state)but he hoped that at least it might be a nice girl who he knew, ideally Amanda since he had started to develop a crush on her.

Mrs Taylor looked around the class and she could see that all of the girls had succeeded in making their boys moan or start breathing heavily.

“Good work girls, now its time for the really good part.”

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Billy felt a girls skirt slowly rub along his shaft as the girl moved on top of him. He felt his world start to slow down as she pulled her panties off and dropped them onto his balls. And he was so tense that the moment she lowered herself onto his penis it was like time had stopped. The warmness and wetness of her vagina was the first Billy had ever experienced and he couldn’t help but let out a moan as the sensation hit him. As she started to move up and down on his cock he struggled in an attempt to thrust into her but he was bound so tight he could not move at all. He strained against his bonds but they wouldn’t move at all and so all he could do was sit and whimper as he got closer and closer to the edge.

In truth Billy’s reaction was probably more due to his desperate and denied state than great skill on the part of the girl although she certainly didn’t lack any enthusiasm. She was bouncing up and down on his cock now as hard as she could and her tits were pressing against her too tight shirt and rubbing up and down Billy’s chest.

Mrs Taylor walked over to watch Billy with interest. She thought this was a great example of the wisdom of the approach at Edgewoods. Under the guidance of the school authorities the girls would become women with no inhibitions whatsoever when it came to sex, able to live life to the full without any feelings of stigma at all. This was the type of education every girl should have so they could learn not to hold back and explore every pleasure that this world had to offer and this girl in particular was certainly not holding back.

It was just when Billy was about to cum the girl did something that Mrs Taylor did not expect. She planted a big wet French kiss on Billy as he started to cum. The girl impressively managed to keep her bouncing momentum while kissing Billy and she even appeared to be having her own orgasm at the same time. Billy’s toes stretched out and his eyes went wide even under his blindfold as he was assaulted by the feeling of an orgasm and the girls tongue half-way down his throat at the same time.

Some of the other girls had gathered round to watch the display while some others had tried to copy a little bit of what they saw and apply it to their own boys. But just in case anyone hadn’t noticed Mrs Taylor was quick to call attention to it.

“Now that is exactly what I like to see. I have to say that was an excellent example for everyone to follow. I also think that its pretty clear that one of our girls has gone soft for Billy here.” There were a few awww’s from around the room but Mrs Taylor continued. “I think we should ask Billy if he wants to have his key gifted.”

They had learned about this in sex-ed already. A boy had to give permission for his key to be “gifted” ordu escort to a girl. It meant that he could have more regular orgasms if the girl was willing but it also gave her the power to deny him if he didn’t behave. The boys had been instructed to only let this happen with his girlfriend or someone he trusted a lot.

As Billy sat there still recovering from undoubtedly his most intense orgasm ever he tried to focus on this important question. He definitely wanted more of this but he still had no idea who he had just lost his virginity to and if he didn’t say yes he might never know

“What is it going to be Billy? Its rude to keep a girl waiting on you answer” Mrs Taylor prompted him.

“Eh, I don’t-” Billy began.

“Its ok Billy just say yes” He heard Amanda’s voice whisper in his ear and his heart leapt.

“Yes of course” He blurted out.

There were some cheers and whistles from the room full of girls and a few hushed giggles which gave Billy a tingle up his spine and suddenly he started to feel very apprehensive about what he had done.

“Well isn’t that a nice note to end on. Girls if you could all finish up and we should be able to let the boys have their eyes back when your ready.” Mrs Taylor almost sang.

And then Billy felt some hands on his head and the blindfold being removed only to see that Amanda was part of his group and had been close enough to whisper in his ear. But still sitting on top of him staring at him with a devilish grin on her face was Victoria.

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“And you can make sure to come over tomorrow early and start by making me breakfast. I actually think we should celebrate since tomorrow is Saturday beginning of the weekend and all. We could have a morning party at my place and everyone is invited. Billy doesn’t mind serving us I’m sure.”

Victoria was loving this. She was wearing Billy’s key around her neck on a chain where it was visible and everyone could see it. All her friends(including Amanda) were gathered around and giggling with her. Billy was standing beside her with Victoria’s arm around his waist and he was staring at the ground and feeling more embarrassed than ever.

“Now Victoria I hope I can count on you to be responsible with the privilege Billy is giving you. This cock is being released into your custody and you have to keep it safe. That means making sure it is kept clean and disease free. Making sure it doesn’t get damaged in any way so you and your friends will have to be gentle too.” Mrs Taylor admonished.

“Yes miss I promise to take good care of him.” Victoria replied.

“And Billy I hope you wont embarrass Victoria either. You made a commitment to her when you gave her your key and I hope you intend to honour that.” Mrs Taylor continued.

“Yes miss- yes, of course miss” Billy stuttered looking very frightened at what was happening.

“Come on Billy I have lots of stuff planed already.” And with that Victoria dragged Billy away with a group of her girlfriends following.

Mrs Taylor watched them go and shook her head in worry. Billy seemed like the sensitive type that needed to be eased in slowly to this and Victoria looked like she wanted to go full steam ahead. She was probably the most enthusiastic of all the girls so Mrs Taylor couldn’t help but be a little worried, but then again she genuinely seemed quite keen on Billy so he probably wouldn’t come to much harm. Maybe she was actually feeling a bit jealous thinking of her college days and that first rush that came when everything was so new.

As Mrs Taylor turned to go herself she resolved to try and recapture some of that youthful energy she saw in her students. Her Husband could do with a being whipped in to shape too and as she headed home she thought to herself about how much she really loved her job.

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Mike

Mike was on his way to the all-night grocery. He was slightly annoyed at the extraneousness of his errand. Clara wanted some odd jumble of miscellaneous items and he knew there’d be no peace unless he acquiesced. “What the hell was so important about green bananas, anyway?,” he asked himself.

Upon exiting the store and getting into his car, his phone rang. It was Clara of course. “Oh no, what did she forget,” he dreaded.

“Mike, open the glove compartment,” Clara commanded.

“What?,” he automatically responded.

“I said Open the Glove Com-part-ment,” she stressed.

“Why?” he asked.

“Just do it,” she said firmly.

“What’s this?” he queried.

“It’s a cock harness and leash for you to put on when you get back,” she responded in a somewhat slurred voice. She must have had a couple drinks in his absence. Clara could be quite uninhibited after some drinks, and it was obvious she planned this ahead of time. “When you get home, go into the backyard, put the groceries on the picnic table, and strip naked. Then put that on and attach the leash,” she demanded. “I’ll deal with you then.”

Clara

She waited to hear Mike pull into the driveway and then went to the bathroom window overlooking the yard. She opened the window and watched him disrobe and struggle with the harness and leash. When they were attached, she called him over and told him to hand in his clothing; after he held up the last article of clothes, she asked for the leash.

“You better have secured that firmly,” she told him. With that she began pulling the leash upward, and with it Mike’s groin. She continued to pull until he was standing on the tips of his toes. Then she closed the window on the end of the leash and went outside.

Clara approached Mike and surveyed her handiwork with mounting pleasure. He was literally hanging from the side of the house by his balls and his ass was just ripe for a spanking. She thwacked it a few times with her open hand and laughed as he karabük escort tried to twist away, thereby extending his scrotum all the more.

Clara took further advantage of his situation by binding his hands behind his back with a small length of rope. Then she ran her hands all over his body, pinched his nipples, and slid her fingernails across his captive testes.

Mike

He was glad that Clara hadn’t blindfolded him. He was nervous enough about his predicament without being devoid of sight. She really seemed to have outdone herself this time and she was panting throatily from excitement. She stood next to him and palmed her breasts, squeezed her stiff nipples, and rubbed her pubis through her skirt. His eyes bulged just as much as his cock when Clara lifted her skirt, straddled his leg, and ground her naked sex into his thigh. As she bucked her hips, he felt her hot cunt press against him, and the pressure of the leash pulled tantalizingly on his erection. Soon she took out a small whip and began flailing his cock and balls. With her excitement mounting, her exertions became more frantic and she lashed him even harder, causing him to flinch at the exquisiteness of the pain jolting his loins.

Clara

When Clara felt she couldn’t bear it any longer, she loosed the leash from under the window, pulled it taut once more, and told Mike to hold it in his mouth. She then instructed him to go to the picnic table.

As he stepped forward to obey, she asked, “And where do you think you’re going?”

He began to reply through clenched teeth, but she interrupted and told him sternly, “You’re not going that way. Go around the house, and be quick about it if you want any chance of cumming.”

Mike

Mike stood aghast, immobilized by the obscenity of his task, as well as the threat to not let him cum. She had certainly never done that before. Her facial expression was both stern and playful, which left him all the more osmaniye escort uncertain as to whether she was serious. Still, the thought of parading around the house holding his bound cock and balls suspended by a leash in his mouth, with his hands bound behind his back, absolutely paralyzed him with fear. It was one thing to be in a somewhat sheltered backyard, it was quite another to be exposed to all and sundry.

Clara

Clara let the impact of her words sink in for a moment and she delighted in the bewilderment evident in Mike’s eyes. Then she slapped his cock and commanded him to “get moving.” She was tempted to accompany him, but she knew her presence would only serve to assuage his apprehension. After he disappeared around the corner, she peeked around the edge of the house and watched until he turned the next corner, all the while playing with her clit.

Mike

Mike’s heart was racing and every ounce of his being was on alert. His cock had gone limp during his pilgrimage, but he was incredibly aroused and was dripping with anticipation. As he ended his naked trek he approached the picnic table and saw Clara atop it sliding a banana in and out of her slick, wet pussy. His cock swelled when he discovered just what was so important about green bananas. She motioned for him to stand at her feet and left him to watch as she brought herself to orgasm with her tree-grown dildo. His engorged cock twitched involuntarily as he intently stared at Clara devouring her midnight snack.

Clara

Clara was tempted to stick a banana up Mike’s ass, but she left that for another time. She tugged the leash from his jaw and began making jump rope motions with it; enjoying the sight of his bound manhood obeying its captive commands. She grabbed the base of his cock and pulled him closer to the edge of the table where she sat. His balls were looking purple, even in the moonlight, so she undid the harness and tossed it on the table. marmaris escort With the sudden release of his restricted scrotum, a large drop fell from Mike’s phallus. She gathered it up on her finger and told him to eat it. She did this with several more drops that she teased from him until he was absolutely quivering at her touch.

Mike

Mike felt his orgasm building, and he longed to erupt inside Clara’s cunt. When she closed her lips over his cock head, he fucked her face as best he could with his hands tied behind him. He closed his eyes, arched his back and then … she stopped. He looked down to see her smiling mischievously up at him. She answered the puzzlement of his gaze by saying, “I don’t think you should be allowed to cum. You took an awful long time to walk around the house.”

Clara

Clara continued teasing his cock head as she spoke. She cupped the shaft in her hands, and teased more and more wetness from him. She knew she had him right where she wanted; she could make his entire body shudder just by tracing her fingertip across his swollen gland. “Would you like to cum?” she purred. When he replied “God, yes!”, she told him that he could come on one condition: he would have to be her slave the next day.

Mike

Mike agreed without hesitation; he was certainly in no state for calm, reflective thought. If he were, he might have wondered why Clara needed to go through with all this. His cock was bursting as Clara sat at the edge of the picnic table and spread her legs; he felt as if he might cum before he even entered her. He took a step closer and lowered his torso so that she could guide him in … but she had other plans. She said, “I didn’t say you could cum now, silly.” All he could do was look at her in stunned silence.

Clara

Clara watched the emotions play out over Mike’s face: confusion, desire, anger, anticipation, apprehension, excitement. All in an instant. As she unbound his hands, she told him, “If you’re a good slave, you can cum tomorrow. For now, you just have to wait.” With that she gathered up their things and started back towards the house. She paused after several strides and turned back to Mike, who had yet to move from where he stood, and said, “By the way, they’ll be no finishing on your own either. And make sure to shave your balls.”

Continued in Part Two: Slave Day.

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“Are you going to use your toy tonight?”

We were in bed, and Sonya’s head was on my shoulder. It had been a long day and I was tired. But her suggestion was the perfect way to release any lingering stress. I nodded slowly and replied, “Yes, yes I am.” I felt her smile against my neck. From this point there would be no further discussion. We both knew what was coming.

*

We had been dating for a month or so. Actually, she was my girlfriend – we had settled that on our second date. The first date was a lunch after we had spent several days flirting, having met when I was spending a few days in her city for company training. She was working the hotel desk and we initially bonded over a chance remark about the upcoming anniversary of the first moon landing. Turns out she was something of a spaceflight buff, as was I.

Lunch went well and two days later she turned up at my house in a perky summer dress. The dress didn’t stay on for long. That day, in between several sessions in bed I blurted out, “So, are you my girlfriend now?”

Surprised but amused, she responded, “Looks that way, sure!” And back to bed we went.

It was a good situation for us both. We had each ended serious relationships the previous year and were both looking for a good connection, but nothing too serious too soon. She lived about ninety minutes away, which meant there were fun sleepovers, but we weren’t living in each others’ pockets day-to-day. We were very attracted to each other and the sex was great from the start.

Sonya was about fifteen years younger than I, slender with an athletic body and a sly smile. We had done some kissing at the end of our first lunch date and I had slid a hand up to hold her gently around her neck. She later told me this was the moment that melted her, as she felt I had “claimed” her with that act of possessiveness. That first day at my house she obviously loved that I took control of the encounter, but she rolled out her desire to be submissive slowly.

It came out in small ways. Sonya enjoyed being naked around the house, or partially dressed, especially when she was doing some kind of chore. One day after dinner when she began to do the dishes I tried to stop her. “I don’t expect you to come all the way up here to do the dishes.” But she smiled and gently brushed me back.

“I like to feel useful.”

And I came to realize that having a lovely naked girl doing my dishes was something I could get used to. I never took unfair advantage, but it naturally developed that Sonya enjoyed doing some housework and chores for me, unasked, and usually naked.

Of course, being a guy, I could not resist attempting to record this for posterity. So I began to quietly take some photos and videos. Not only didn’t she object, Sonya very easily began posing for me whenever I asked. Although she never said so outright, I sensed she was comfortable in her body. Also, people her age have grown up with smart phones and it was completely normal for her to be the subject of racy photos. She never asked me to be careful with them, but seemed to just assume that I was trustworthy enough not to worry about it.

My favorites were candids of her doing naked chores, and shots of her sucking my cock. Again, without my asking or telling her, Sonya naturally did something I really enjoyed. When giving me fethiye escort a blowjob she would often take my cock out of her mouth and slowly rub it around her face. One of my favorite videos has her topless in jeans, on her knees, sucking my cock and rubbing it sensually all over her face, eyes closed. My cock was slick, super hard and I can still remember how it felt gliding over the smooth skin on her cheeks. For her part, Sonya looked like she was in heaven.

There were other clues to her desires. One suggestion which surprised me was that she wanted to be taken just before she went to work. She had it all scripted out in her mind – after a shower and fixing her hair and face she would put on her tasteful, nicely fitted work clothes. She would then get me aroused with her mouth before kneeling on the couch to be taken from behind, her pants pulled down to the knees. I would then fuck her at my own pace until I came deep in her pussy. Sonya would then pull up her underwear and pants, kiss me and leave for work. We enacted her fantasy several times, and she always remarked how dirty she felt walking around with my cum dripping out of her. We both enjoyed the thought that none of her colleagues were likely to imagine how dirty and uninhibited she was in private.

In bed I noticed she had no interest in being on top. Sonya always wanted me pounding away at her from above or from behind. When I took her on her hands and knees (or rather, knees and elbows which pushed her ass up high) she liked when I talked dirty in her ear. One day I happened to mention she looked especially vulnerable in that position. I believe my actual words were, “I love seeing you like this, taking it on your hands and knees like a little bitch.”

Sonya moaned loudly and agreed. “Yes! Fuck me like a little bitch that you own!”

After that we got more and more involved in that sort of roleplay, and I began to see how deeply she desired it. Needed it, in fact, according to her. One day when Sonya was showing me a photo on her phone, I kept scrolling and found her stash of dirty photos and videos. There were several of girls being slapped across their faces. I looked at her and she blushed. Although I had engaged in that sort of play with women before, I told her I wasn’t comfortable slapping her, but would do everything else I could to make her feel owned and submissive. She hugged me, agreeing.

We had a lot of sex when she visited, which was usually several days out of the week, but not every night. My job took a lot out of me, and there were nights we just slept. Sonya never said so directly, but she seemed to want sex every night and appeared a little disappointed when I was too tired. This was when she began hinting at a new scenario for us.

It was one of those nights. I had come home from work late, Sonya was there and we had watched part of a movie before I had to call it a day. We went to bed and I was not far from nodding off when Sonya whispered a question in my ear. “Too tired?”

“Too tired to make it good for you, probably.”

She gently shrugged. “You wouldn’t have to worry about me.” That hung in there air for a moment.

“Well, if you’re offering…” I said in a careful tone of voice.

“You can do what you need. I don’t mind.”

Although it was alanya escort dark, I turned to face her.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Sonya nodded. “Take it if you want it.”

I saw where she was going with this. From another girl it might have been a cynical offer, but I could tell she meant it. And from what we’d been playing with lately, she would almost certainly enjoy it. “Just so we’re clear – if I take you right now here’s how it’s going to go. I’m going to get on top, and I’m going to use you however I like until I finish.”

“Uh huh.” She sounded a little breathless.

“And then I’m going to go to sleep”, I continued. “No talking. I’m not even going to say ‘thank you’ or ‘good night’. I’m just going to have you and then it’s bed time. Do you understand?”

Sonya nodded quickly. “Yes.”

“OK then.” I would speak only one more word that evening.

I took Sonya by the hair, always a move that worked with her, and kissed her firmly. I then took her hand and pulled it down to my cock. I was already most of the way to hardness, our conversation having awoken my arousal. We were both on our backs, and for several minutes I held her wrist and guided her as she fondled me. I was soon hard as could be, but took a moment to check between Sonya’s legs. It didn’t seem like much foreplay, but the scenario had obviously gotten to her because she was wet and ready.

After touching her for just a brief moment I took both of her wrists in my hand and pinned them to the bed above her head. She was breathing hard and readily spread her legs wide for me. I loomed over her and slid my cock against her wet pussy a few times before sliding in slowly but firmly. After two or three strokes our hips touched and I was fully inside her. Sonya let out a deep moan. I took hold of her hair and twisted her head to the side so I could speak one final word into her ear.

“Quiet!”

She gasped at the command and then seemed to settle with a resolve to do as she was told. She spread her legs wider and stayed still while I used her. That was her word – ‘used’, as she said the next day in recounting the episode. She was deep in the role of being used as a fuck toy. There was no consent to give, she was simply letting it happen as if it was my right. I could sense the effort she was making to stay quiet, stifling the moans and dirty talk that were normally a part of our sex, and it was hugely arousing. The feeling was primal – taking her as I pleased, to use as I wanted.

I pounded into her for some minutes, pausing only to re-grip her wrists or tug on her hair. Sonya remained flat on her back, legs open, her face turned toward the wall. There was no kissing. I grunted out my pleasure, lost in the feeling of taking her this way. It soon built up to the point of no return and I thrust hard into her, locking our hips together as I let it go inside her. Long, deep spurts that seemed to go on forever until I finally collapsed, breathing as if I’d just run a race.

After resting a moment I pulled out and rolled off. It felt strange to say nothing, but we were both committed to the moment. I turned onto my side and closed my eyes. The only acknowledgement I made was to throw an arm around her as we drifted off to sleep. She snuggled happily into manavgat escort me.

The next night we talked about what we had done and how it felt. I was worried she might feel resentful or disrespected. But not only was she fine with it, the whole scenario felt good and natural to her. Sonya didn’t always orgasm during sex, and had had some issues with previous lovers who had taken it as their personal mission to change that. She actually enjoyed taking the pressure off and letting it happen when it happened. So while I worried I had taken her in a way that was a bit selfish, Sonya felt relieved of all responsibility and pressure. It was also a turn-on, when it did happen, to have to orgasm quietly so as not to disobey the no-talking and keep-quiet rule. She told me matter-of-factly that I should feel free to take her again like that any time.

*

“Are you going to use your toy tonight?”

That became her standard question each night in bed. We tried it a few times during the day, but I found myself most comfortable with this kind of play at night. It was a great way to end the day. So when Sonya asked the question and I answered yes, we both knew it would be our favorite way to exhaust ourselves before sleep.

When she asked, it meant she was already on the road to being wet and aroused. It would only take some light touching between her legs, or squeezing of nipples. As for me, her hand usually had me hard in no time. Although I also enjoyed straddling her chest to rub my cock on her face or push it into her mouth. But this foreplay never lasted long. Soon, Sonya would assume the expected position – legs spread, head turned toward the side, wrists crossed above her. Often I took her silently, like the first time. But tonight I was in the mood to tease her, talking dirty in her ear as I thrust into her. But it was a one-way conversation, because she had been told to keep quiet.

“I love using my fuck toy at night! Do you like spreading your legs when you’re told?”

Sonya nodded her head enthusiastically. I thrust hard and deep into her, slowly. Making her body recoil each time our hips bumped.

“It feels so good to use you hard, the way I want.”

She stifled a moan.

“I’m going to fill you up soon. Then you’re going to go to sleep with my cum dripping out of you.”

A gasp escaped her as Sonya struggled to stay silent. I loved seeing her struggle, desperately, trying her best to obey.

“You look like such a good little bitch, spreading your legs when you’re told. Trying to keep quiet while I use you.” I was really pounding into her hard now.

“Are you ready? I’m going to let it go. I’m going to fill up that little pussy.”

Sonya bit her lip and nodded. It was one of her tells that she held her breath just before she came. I considered stopping, as I sometimes did, denying her an orgasm. But I’m a softy at heart and decided to let her go. We were lucky, we would jump off the cliff together tonight.

I grunted and bellowed in her ear. “You’re going to make me cum. I’m going to do it in your slutty pussy!” A few more thrusts and the orgasm washed over me. I reveled in the feeling of using her as I pleased, claiming her once again in the most intimate way possible.

She went over the edge too, and I was so proud of the effort it took for her to stay quiet, fulfilling her role so perfectly. Soon I rolled over, and then I did something off the script of our lovely roleplay. I turned her head toward me and kissed her quickly on the lips.

I felt her smile and she whispered, “Thank you!”

Always a good sign when a girl thanks you for fucking her. Sonya’s good people. A keeper, for sure.

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It was Halloween night and I was dressed in my booty camp recruit outfit going to the party. I was told by Master that he couldn’t come but he had a friend for me that would be dressed as a death at the party and that I should be a treat for him that night.

When I got to the party it was packed so I picked up a pop and started my way through the crowd, saying hi to those that I knew. Suddenly my ass was grabbed and I turned quickly to find myself face to face with death. I smiled and laughed, “So you know Jake right?”

“Yeah, he’s a good guy.”

“Great so do you want to dance a bit or just find a private place?”

He smiled, “Lets find that place!”

So we made our way through the crowd and checked the bedrooms, all locked and probably in use. But he tried one last door and it was open, the basement, so we crept in and found that here was a finished game room that also was a guest room too. He locked the door so that we wouldn’t be disturbed and turned to me. “So you are an army recruit, huh. Well why we don’t train you up.”

“Yes sir! Anything you say sir. You’re in charge tonight, and I’m your trick and your treat.”

He smiled then grew more serious, “Strip down zonguldak escort so I can see what type of physical shape you are.”

I started stripping, first my green wife beater, then my boots and cameo pants. I stood up in just my black bra and thong and my dog tags, he looked me over and with lust in his eyes, “I said strip down!” Inwardly I smiled as I unclasped my bra letting it slide off of my arms and hit the floor. Then I slid my thong down bending at the waist and stepping out of them. As I stood there naked as he started to circle me, “Mmmm yes you look in prime condition with such a cute ass.”

He stood back in front of me and said with a flourish, “You are still standing! You should kneel before death!” I dropped down instantly and he lifted his robe and pulled down his boxers. I moved towards his hard cock and saw it twitch and a bit of precum at the tip. I leaned in and licked it off, he groaned. I took the tip into my mouth and licked around the edge while gently sucking, then I started licking down the shaft like a popsicle bring more moans of pleasure. I wrapped my hand around the base and pumped it a couple of times and licked off the new precum. bursa escort Then I sucked him into my mouth as far as I could get him in, and started bobbing on his cock. I took my mouth off and pumped him with my hand as I licked his slightly salt balls.

Suddenly he pulled me off, “That’s it for now, I need to taste that pussy then take it!” Pushing me on the daybed my legs hanging over the side, he placed his head over my pussy. He took deep breath taking up my erotic scent, and then I felt his tongue flick out over my pussy sending shockwaves through my body. As he got more into it he was kissing, sucking, licking and nibbling my pussy making me squirm in pleasure. I started panting and I grabbed at his arms as I came, arching my back and making his face wet with my juices.

I felt him get up and saw his robe hit the floor where his boxer lay. Then he was pulling me up on the bed and on top of me, kissing with lust and passion. I felt him lining up and I arched into him and felt hit slide into me making me moan at the sudden feeling of fullness. He started slow but quickly thrust harder and faster, getting me closer to cumming again. I arched malatya escort my back as my pussy spasmed around his cock, my nails digging into his back.

He slid back and I took the opportunity to pull myself forward and suck my own juices from his cock loving the tease of us and hearing him groan in delight. “Get on your hands and knees I need to fuck you while I can play with that ass.”

I quickly turned around and put my ass into the air shaking it a bit, and felt him get behind me. I pushed my ass back at him and he entered me in one long stroke. We quickly got back in the pace of the hard fucking and I loved every minute of the pounding. Oh so quickly I felt myself about to come when I heard him say that he was going to cum. I pushed back into him as our bodies shuddered in orgasm. He clasped beside me and I felt his cum starting to run out of my pussy.

After a few minutes of rest he said, “Well that was mind blowing but I think we should get back to the party before we’re missed.” So we dressed and he left first, then I slipped back into the party again. And after getting another drink I was grabbed again.

“I have been trying to find you all night, Jake said you would be my treat for the night or did you forget.”

I turned to him with my mouth open, “You’re the death that Jake told me about?”

“Yes and I would love to take my treat and taste her in private.”

All I could think of how common of a name Jake was and how the wrong death’s cum was still running down my leg.

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You call me into your office. I shut the door behind me and I see you dressed in a sharply lined suit jacket, drawn in tightly about your waist, a low-cut blouse that reveals your gorgeously plump cleavage, an asset that you use to your best advantage. You are wearing a short skirt which reveals your long, shapely legs. Finished with high heels, you are a sight to behold.

You tell me to sit. I sit down at the chair by your desk. I have a great view of your cleavage and you lean forward, knowing that it will cause me great difficulty to avoid gazing where I shouldn’t be. I squirm a little in my seat.

“Rich,” you say, “I’ve looked over the figures you emailed this morning. Frankly, I don’t think you’re going to make your target by year end. So, what am I to do with you?”

I gulp, knowing you’re probably going to give me a warning.

“I’m confident of my ability to make the target,” I respond. “I know I can perform this quarter, give me a chance to prove it.”

You regard me coolly.

“Hmm, I’d be taking a big risk on you Rich.”

Standing up, you slowly, languidly walk around your desk to my side – I can’t take my eyes off you. You look down on me, appraising me thoughtfully, but I’m not sure what’s going on behind your hard frown. Am I your prey, or am I going to get another chance – I cannot fathom.

“If I’m to take a risk on you, I need to be sure of your performance and, more importantly, your loyalty to me. Can I count on your loyalty?”

I look into your eyes and, amidst the coldness of your stare, I begin see a playful warmth. I stammer a response, “I’m willing to do whatever you tell me to.”

You smile broadly, “Good, I like the sound of that! Now, stand up.”

I stand at your command.

You drawl, “Obedience… I like that too… Now remove your jacket.”

I look at you, puzzled, but your eyes brook no delay.

“Do as I say!” You command.

I shrug off my suit jacket and drop it onto the chair. Having taken my jacket off, you say, “I need your total obedience and commitment to this team. On your knees!”

I’m a little stunned and confused at your command but I dutifully drop to my knees. Resting your arse on the desk you point a foot at me and gesture, “Kiss it… kiss me.”

Totally lost and bemused, not knowing if this was some cunning ruse to speed my departure or some other test, I begin to kiss your foot; first at the ankle and then over the strap of your shoes.

“Higher,” you command.

I begin kissing your ankle and shin, sheathed in sheer nylon. I can’t believe what I’m doing. Am I nuts? Just what the hell is going on here? Whatever is happening, I’m getting turned on and I can sense your triumph as you take pleasure in my obedience.

“More! üsküdar escort Put some effort in boy!” You command.

I begin to kiss your feet and ankles fervently. I trace a line of kisses up your shin and you gesture with a flick of the leg, to encourage me higher. I kiss the globe of your knee, licking and nipping the nylon and then up your thigh. I get a rush of excitement and desire as you grip your skirt between your thumb and forefingers and hitch your skirt up higher, revealing the stocking tops and clips that bind them to the hidden suspender belt about your waist.

I can see the smoothest, softest skin of your inner thighs, your legs toned and supple. I’m melting at the thought of what this could be leading to but fearing that this is simply nothing more than a cruel game.

You drop a hand to the back of my head pushing it forward. I kiss your stockings from knee to the top, before opening my mouth and placing the tip of my tongue on your skin and gently licking your thighs. I lick higher and, releasing my head, you hitch your skirt higher and higher by the slightest of degrees, till I can peek at what I suddenly realise is your exposed vulva. I’d often imagined you in nothing but your underwear, so it was a delicious surprise to discover that you chose not to wear knickers. This discovery made my cock stiffen and begin to hammer against the fabric of my trousers.

You shuffle your bottom forward to the edge of the desk and swivel your hips to give me a better view and easier access to your pussy. It is so inviting, neatly trimmed dark hair above those sweet lips and the delicate hood of your clitoris. The barest trace of moisture about your labia give away how turned on you are and it makes me desperate to taste you.

I resist that temptation, however, wanting to make you wait. I nibble at the bare skin of your inner thighs. Nipping the skin and then licking it with the merest tip of my tongue, blowing my hot breath gently over your crotch. You fidget, enjoying my moves but impatient for your sex to be satiated by my caress. I move my head imperceptibly closer to your pussy and your breath pauses, waiting for my touch. I pause, just long enough to set a doubt in your mind, and then with one slow, languorous flick of my head I bring my mouth gently to your lips and kiss your vulva; a brush of my lips, the gentlest trace of my tongue on your clitoris. I back away an inch as you shudder with pleasure.

I return to your pussy with renewed vigour; my tongue lashes against your labia, tracing a slick line of saliva around and around. I slip my tongue between your lips and into your vagina, wet and hot. You gasp slightly and grip my head gaziemir escort from behind, pushing, grinding my mouth against your sex.

My hands slide to your thighs and I push gently, Opening your legs wider and wider. My cock is begging for release, hammering against my fly.

You release your grip on my head. “It’s time to perform for me… Don’t disappoint!” You order.

I stand, my trousers bulging with my throbbing cock pushing for release. You quickly undo my belt, sliding your hands round my hips and pull my shirt out. Your hands feel the hardness of my stomach as I undo my fly and drop my trousers to the floor. You quickly hook your thumbs around the waistband of my pants and yank them down, my cock springing up and pointing towards you. You grab it in one of your perfectly manicured hands, pulling it towards you before reversing the stroke, rolling my foreskin back over to reveal the swelling tip of its glans. My cock pulses hard in response, glistening at the tip. You pull on it, bringing it closer to your delicious cunt.

With one hand on my cock, the other arm around my waist, your hand grasping a buttock, you guide my cock eagerly between your parted lips and into your vagina.

You feel good and as you gasp in delight, my head is momentarily dizzy as I revisit the moments that have led to this. How the fuck am I fucking you?!

My mind turns quickly to the task at hand. I certainly don’t want to disappoint you as I begin to think less in terms of end of year bonuses and more in terms of incremental benefits throughout the financial calendar.

I complete the act of penetration by thrusting the remaining inches of my cock deep into your pussy – you groan with delight as my shaft delves deeply into you. I corkscrew my hips, crunching my abdominals tight as I push my cock inwards and upwards to your sweetest spot. Your hands cling to my arse tightly, your scarlet varnished nails digging into my flesh like little daggers.

“Mmm, that’s good,” you say as my cock pumps into you. I vary the depth and angles of my thrusts, sometimes quick, sometimes shallow, sometimes slow, languid and deep. “Those figures you quoted this morning are looking more convincing as time goes on.”

You’re looking at my body, your eyes roving downwards to watch my hips and stomach move and my cock, slick with your juices, teasing, stretching and satisfying your greedy sex. I like your approval and seek to satisfy you fully.

Your hands release my buttocks, pushing me back slightly. My cock slips from you and you slip your bottom off the desk and you turn around.

You push your delightfully pert bottom into view, hitching your skirt about your waist sancaktepe escort and pushing you rear out.

“Get to it office boy!” You sternly shout, but the wicked glint in your eye, betrays your pleasure. I hold your waist and push my cock towards your vulva, tipping my weight off my heels and onto the balls of my feet. With a tight angle I guide my cock into your pussy and feel your muscles contracting around it.

I slide my hand up your back, over your hips and up to your breasts. I feel your hard nipples through the fabric of your bra. I cup your breasts in my hands as I begin to thrust deeply into you from behind.

Your sighs of pleasure are increasing in volume and in frequency. Your hips are grinding with each thrust, your pussy taking my cock whole with each stroke. I push harder with each stroke, the tip of my cock reaching the tightest, sweetest spot of your vagina. Each stroke becoming more urgent, I feel the excitement building in you. You groans are higher in pitch, longer in duration and your pussy is beginning to pulse as it is ravaged by my cock. You begin to shake a little, your breath heaving as you begin to orgasm. A wave of ecstasy engulfs you as I thrust harder. You yell at each thrust, your pussy gripping and releasing as your orgasm spreads and continues, from your cunt to your toes.

I’m groaning with each move now; the thrill of wanting to burst cum from my cock and into your beautiful body is taking over and my cock is throbbing hard inside your contracting vagina. Your hips grind furiously, your arse banging against my torso as my thrusts become deeper and longer.

I gasp hard, convulsing, surprised by the urgency of my orgasm. I spunk great globs of cum deep into your pussy. Each subsequent stroke oozes cum into your delightfully tight hole. I slow my pace as the stream of spunk lessens and I gasp for air.

“Mmm, I think you’re going to do fine,” you say as I withdraw my cock from your body, “so long as you keep that level of performance up.”

You turn your head to face me, smiling and I don’t think there’s an employee more grateful for their boss’s approval than me. I watch my cum slipping down your leg and your fingers slip downwards to trace the line. You seem pleased.

“Now, back to work,” you declare. “You need to finish those reports before the end of the day! After that, we’ll have another performance review and we’ll need to see how you fit in with the rest of the office, won’t we girls?”

Momentarily confused, I turn to follow her gaze to the door of her office. Watching from there, I see Claire, Penny and Dominique, the other women from my office. I realise from their mischievous smiles that they’ve been there awhile. It suddenly dawns on me that I’ve landed a job in probably the best office in the world.

The end…. for now.

*

I’d like to thank TheSometimesGoddess for proofreading my story – I’d been struggling to get the punctuation right and she has been most helpful in sorting me out. Her criticism has been really useful and positive, so I’d like to dedicate this story to her.

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You look at me a little confused.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ve never made love to another woman before, Master and I’m not sure what you want me to do.”

“Ok. It might be more fun to help you anyway. Lie next to her on the far side and I’ll lie down on this side. Have you ever been in a sandwich before?”

“No Master, but it sounds delicious.”

You and I take our positions.

“Ok now follow my instructions and do as I do. Let’s start with her breasts and nipples. Suck the one near you like you like to have yours sucked and I will suck this one, and as we work on her breasts be sure to caress her and explore her body. We have this lovely young thing here for our pleasure so let’s take advantage of her.”

She giggles and smiles at both of us and then stretches her arms out and slightly spreads her legs, waiting for us to do as we please.

Moments like this are rare and you smile at me as you look at the feast we have laid out before us.

You lean down and begin to lick her breast in a long, continuous lick. Your tongue is extended as you move around the shape of her breast, then cross over her nipple and then circle her areola.

I watch as you settle down to enjoy this new adventure. Your tongue circles around her nipple and then as she moans, you start to flick it back and forth. She groans in response. The more she groans, the more exaggerated your tongue flicking becomes.

You suck and lick your assigned nipple and I join you with mine. You stare as me as I scrape my teeth across her nipple and you try that too. She heaves and breathes deeply at that rough sensation, so we do it again.

I take a finger and start to flick her stiff nipple, not gently like with my tongue, but hard like kids flick ears on a school bus. She cringes with each flick, but her nipples are becoming darker and harder.

Her moans give her away and I alternate my flicking with scraping my teeth on her nipples. Occasionally, I suck them tenderly for a contrast, but it is obvious she prefers rougher treatment.

You lovingly suck and kiss her nipples, relishing the feel of her hard buds between your lips. I see your eyes are wet and I know your pussy is also. I lean over and place my hand between your legs.

You lay your head down on her chest, still sucking her nipple and look at me. You spread your legs and I slide my hand up your thigh and feel your pussy.

Your wetness covers my fingers and I rub your lips a few times before moving back to work on her breast.

We look across her as we suck. I take your hand, which you cup her breasts with and I guide it across her chest, caressing her and then I place it on the breast I am sucking. I squeeze your hand and you squeeze her breast.

I show you how to start at the base of her breast and squeeze harder as you move up toward the nipple, causing it to be shaped like a cone. I release your hand and you mold her breast flesh as I showed you.

I guide your hand up to her neck and caress her neck with it. I brush it across her cheek and then around to the back of her neck and pull her up to face us more directly.

Your hand fills with her lush hair and you twist your hand in it, then release it. I place your hand back in her hair and pull, causing you to raise her up by her hair. I look at you and lean in to kiss her. I motion you to join me.

You pull her head by her hair and position her as you want, then you grind your mouth on hers.

Now for the first time, you realize she is yours to do with as you want and I see your expression change.

You push her head back on the pillow and you attack her breasts, biting at them and pinching her nipples as I had pinched yours before. She groans as you want. That seems to heighten the pleasure you get from her.

You reach back and grab her hair again and roughly pull her up and kiss her mouth. Your kiss is almost savage in its urgency.

When you move your mouth from hers, you lick her lips and then lick across her cheeks and her chin as a sign to her that you can do as you want with her.

You push her back down on the pillow with her face shining from the wetness of your lips and tongue.

“You enjoy that don’t you?”

“Yes, Master.”

I crawl down to the foot of the bed and position myself between her legs. I study her pussy. She was recently shaved with a narrow strip in the center that started at her hood. Her landing bahçelievler escort strip was about 2 inches long.

I place my nose to her pussy and take a deep breath, inhaling her essence deep into my lungs.

I stick my tongue out and press it against her lips and push inside. Her wetness flows over my tongue and I lap it up. I press my lips against her labia and push, causing her lips to separate.

The smooth flesh inside them and around her vagina was wet and that wetness covered my mouth. I look up with my face wet with her juices.

“Come here.”

You crawl to me.

“Kiss me and taste her pussy.”.

You lurch forward and kiss me hungrily, eager to taste her and to get as much of her cum as you can before it dries or I lick it inside my mouth.

Your tongue probes in my mouth for more of her cum and then you lick my lips and that area of my face that had just been against her pussy.

You are starved for pussy.

“You want to eat that pussy now don’t you?”

“Yes, please Master.”

“Maybe later. You need to learn patience”.

You frown and when I give you a stern look, you look away.

“Lie back down now Babygirl and behave.”

You lie beside her and I roll you on your side. I move your hand to her pussy, then take a finger and close the rest of your hand.

I move it to her pussy and I drag your finger between her lips. I rub around the outside of her lips then back between them, using your finger as an extension of my hand.

You stare intently at your hand and her pussy and occasionally back at her face.

I push your finger into her and I slide my finger in with yours. I curl my finger up and cause yours to curl also.

After a few curling motions, I pull our fingers out. I open your hand and press it against her pussy.

Your fingers are flat and you do not enter her, but I rub your hand over her pussy lips and mound in circling motions then up from between her legs and under her ass up to her navel.

I close your hand then and turn it so that your knuckles are against her lips and I drag them up and down between them.

I pull your middle finger out and push it deep inside her. I start your hand in a stroking motion.

You finger her pussy by yourself until I put my finger in also and we both finger her together. She moans and starts to thrash around.

We start to push deeper and soon we are jamming our fingers as deep into her as we can. Our hands fly against her as we finger her hot pussy without mercy.

She bucks against our hands and that only causes us to fuck her harder. Our fingers stab into her as hard as we can and our hands rub and grind against her labis.

She screams out as we drive on and soon she flails violently and then lies back on the bed. Her legs twitch and I see her stomach and chest rise and fall as she breathes deeply, almost in a panic.

I pull our fingers out and I take your head in my hands and push you down onto her belly. You face her pussy and I push you right to her clit, which tempts your lips only an inch away.

Your tongue appears from your lips and you lick at her clit. You move closer to her pussy and lick again.

Her hand goes to your head and she urges you to move closer. You comply, but I move her hand from your head and I push you back away from her needy pussy.

You look at me with a puzzled expression. I push your head down on her stomach on top of her navel, then I kiss her pussy and I flick her clit with my tongue as you watch.

I take your prize and show you the pleasure you sought for yourself. My tongue probes inside her and you see it flick in and out like a serpent’s tongue. Flick…flick…flick.

I push her legs up into a bent position then, with her feet flat on the bed.

You look between her legs at me as I eat her out. I smile at you and flick my tongue tauntingly at you, then slowly push inside so you can see her fleshy lips part with my tongue’s insistence.

I press my lips hard against her pussy and you see her meaty flesh crushed under the force of my kiss.

I look directly in your eyes as I lick my tongue in broad laps across her labia and then I squeeze them together with my fingers and suck them both at once.

She moans again as I take her back up to a higher level of orgasmic bliss and then I ply bağcılar escort her and make her give up her resistance and fall into that sweet ocean of climax.

I watch as she cums. Then as I get up, I look at you and lick my lips.

I move to the couch and sit down. I motion for her to come to me. She stands in front of me waiting for my directions. I push her down to her knees.

“Suck my cock.”

She takes my cock in her hands and strokes the shaft and squeezes the purplish head, then leans forward and starts lick the head all around.

She licks the shaft from my balls to the head and continues until she has washed my cock with her tongue and lips, then she sucks my cock deep into her mouth and I see her cheeks indent as she sucks harder and harder.

She pulls back and bobs her head on my cock a few times then begins to lick and tease with her tongue.

“Come sit by me Baby and watch her suck me.”

You come and sit against me. I put my arm around you and brush my hand over your breast, teasing your still-hard nipple. You lean against me more so I can tease both nipples and so you can watch her better.

She stares into my eyes and occasionally looks at you as she works. She pulls my cock into her mouth and turns her head so I can see my cockhead pushing her cheeks out.

She begins to hum and pushes my cock against the back of her throat. I feel her vibrations on the head.

She knows how to suck a cock. I am pleased with her so far.

I push her away and move to the end of the couch. I pull her to me and help her up on the couch.

I position her so she is lying on the couch with her legs across yours and she resumes sucking. I look at you and you sit still with your hands resting uneasily on her legs.

I stand up and pull her to the end of the couch so she is lying flat on the couch on her back. Her head rests on the pillow at the end. I take your hands and help you up.

Then I guide you down to your knees. My hands are on your shoulders moving you where I want you. Soon you are beside her thighs.

I pull her legs apart. Her wet pussy is pink and her lips hang open. I notice you examining her pussy with your eyes and I see you licking your lips.

I put my hands on your head and push you down. Your face touches her thigh about midway. I rub your face against her leg and you soon start to kiss and lick her. I am behind you, my face close beside yours as you lick and kiss her.

I join you and we kiss and suck and lick her thigh, then move to the other and kiss our way up toward her belly. You pause for a moment and look up at her.

I roughly shove your face down and press your lips against her pussy. I hold you firmly there and you realize what I want.

You open your mouth and your tongue laps out against her lips. I watch you lap and suck at her lips one at a time and then you suck them together and your tongue probes into her.

You press your face hard against her pussy and you suck and kiss and lick her as deeply inside as your tongue will reach.

I pull you away from her pussy and I kiss your mouth, licking her juices off and sucking your tongue. You kiss me back with equal lust.

I turn to her and begin to twist her nipples. That sudden and unexpected sensation causes her to writhe and roll slightly.

I hold her down with one hand and pinch and pull her nipples one at a time. You watch as I abuse her tits.

“Get back to her pussy.”

You immediately flick your tongue between her lips and pull them apart with your fingers so you can fuck her deeper without any obstructions.

I watch as your tongue slams into her in long thrusts, then you flatten your tongue and lick slowly from her ass up to her clit and you circle around her clit as she moans and begs you to lick her faster.

You move your hands from her lips to push her legs up and further apart and then you slide them under her ass and you lift her up to your hungry mouth.

Your eyes are determined and full of desire as you eat her. You are oblivious to everything except her wet pussy and you attend to her and love her and kiss and suck and lick her in every manner and way you can imagine.

She writhes and bucks and cums into your insistent mouth and you drink it up and your lips beg for more of her essence.

I watch you as you enjoy her ümraniye escort and my hand is on my swollen cock, slowly stroking the length.

When she cums and you slow down, I sit back down in the chair for a couple of minutes. You lie down on her and you kiss her lips.

I love watching you on her. Your slim body is pressed against her fuller flesh.

Your pert breasts with their hard nipples stab into her full breasts. Your arms cradle her and you brush her hair back as you kiss her.

I allow you both those sweet pleasures, but after awhile I am greedy for my own. I move to you and pull you up from her. You stand next to the couch as I help her up.

I lead her to the back of the couch and position her against it. I push her shoulders to cause her to bend over the couch back. Her tits press down against the back pillows. Her ass juts back.

I go behind her and reach between her legs and feel her sopping wet pussy. She moves back against my hand in welcome.

“Lie down on the couch with your pussy under her so she can eat you Babygirl.”

You jump on the couch and scoot your ass up against the back. Your legs are spread wide. I move an ottoman under your back to steady you and place a pillow under your head. You lay back, your hands holding your legs apart.

“It’s your turn to eat her pussy now.”

She drops down and begins her assigned task.

“Use her as you want Babygirl. She is yours now.”

I see you smile and grab her head and pull her roughly to your pussy. You grind her against your open, hot cunt and rub her face on your desperate pussy.

Your hands hold her head tight and she gasps for a breath as you force her to rub and lick you. I see your fingers twist in her hair and you amuse yourself by pulling her up and then pushing her back down.

You laugh at the utter depravity of your actions and I know that you now know the joy I get from using you in that manner.

You continue your play and reach under her and twist her nipples as you saw me earlier.

She laps harder as you pinch and you soon understand how to control her actions for the desired effects. You gently feel her tits, then pinch and twist them and slap them. She has a different reaction to each and you play them to your pleasure.

She is yours now, as you are mine.

I go back behind her and I place my cock between her legs and I drag it between her lips from under her belly at her clit up to her ass ad then back and forth. I tease her clit with my cockhead and when I feel her moving against me, I place it between her lips again and hold it there.

She feels my hand on her ass, caressing and massaging her. I know it feels relaxing to her to be touched in that manner, because she coos and sighs and pushes against me.

I squeeze her ass for a moment, enjoying that firm, yet spongy texture of her flesh, and then I move to her waist. My hands grip her firmly.

I stay in that position for a few seconds and watch as you wrap your legs around her head like in a scissors hold.

I see you grinding your pelvis against her face as you hump against her. Your eyes are wide and I know you are about to cum again.

She gasps for air and braces herself with her hands on the couch cushions as you ride her face. And I take advantage of that moment.

I ram my cock into her pussy as hard and deep as I can, and I shove her down against you even harder. My cock pistons back and I slam it in again and again and again.

You push her up as I slam her back down and we hump against her like some multi-headed animal.

We fuck her face and cunt like we are possessed and she limply tries to stay in that position. We fuck her hard and soon we are both ready to cum.

“Cum for me now Baby. I want you to cum as I shoot my hot cum in our new pet’s pussy. Fill her mouth with your cum. She is ours Babygirl. Cum with me. Cum NOW.”

Your eyes are wild as you hold her head tight and push up with one last thrust and you keep her against your pussy as you cum and cum.

I ram my cock deep at the same time and we hold her as we cum into her hot, beautiful body. We are still as we feel that blissful moment.

And when we have our minds back, I pull out of her and help her stand upright. My cum drips out and runs down her legs. I lead her to the couch and help her sit down.

“I want you to lap up my cum from her cunt.”

You smile as you kneel between her legs and suck out the thick and still warm cum.

Then, we sit together and rest and talk about things that don’t mean much. We are comfortable together and know we will be together again.

It is calm and tranquil now. The room smells of sex and we are covered with sweat and we can’t stop smiling at each other and laughing outloud.

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Free the Dancing Llamas

Chapter 3: Le Freak, C’est Chic

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When I wake, I practically jump out of my skin because I’m in a dark bedroom and a strange bed.

I’m naked, except for my thong and bra. The underwear I distinctly remember having worn the night before. I realise after a moment that I’m back in the den, but not in my room. I’m in the vampire’s, I realise, as I look around at the vaguely familiar surroundings in the dark.

“Shit,” I mutter, wondering what the hell happened last night to lead me here.

I have a think for a moment, the last thing I remember was being in the bar with Elian. I blush remembering how I blew him there. Oh God! The memory becomes stronger; I got down to my knees and sucked his cock in a public place.

I’ve never done anything like that before and thinking about it now…and…and…

I loved it. He touched me after that too, but barely. I vividly remember the incredible release, the way the orgasm pulsed around my body…and then…then I suppose I must have fallen asleep? I had been exhausted, and after the intense release I think my body had just sort of collapsed.

I turn in the bed, and look over to see Elian next to me – he’s asleep which is a weird thing to me. I don’t know why, but maybe seeing him resting and vulnerable is just kind of odd. He’s not someone I associate with vulnerability.

Nevertheless, I take the moment to have a good look at him – I take in his big, broad shoulders, strong arms. He’s shirtless, he is also possibly pant-less, but there’s a sheet covering his lower half. I’ve never seen him naked before, I muse. Actually, never seen him without a shirt on either. Just as I thought, he is finely muscled. I notice there’s a dark misting of hair over his chest, and I want to touch it.

The little beast inside of me agrees; touch, touch, the wolf demands.

He’s asleep, so I figure I’m safe. I lean over leaning on my elbows and look at him closer. Asleep I don’t feel so intimidated. He has such a sharp, masculine face, nose definitely has been broken and set a few times. He’s not handsome, I’d never describe him as that. Although there’s something so intriguing about his face that keeps me looking; that keeps me captivated.

I gently pet the hair on his chest, and notice how nice it feels, I like the texture, it looks rougher than the hair on his head, although I’m not sure if I’m feeling brave enough to find out. He looks so strong even in sleep, maybe it’s his largeness, his build and musculature. Or maybe it’s because even in his sleep he still looks self-assured and confident.

Elian shifts, eyes opening, and his red gaze is upon me. I’m too nervous to make eye contact, so I just keep petting his chest, exploring the skin, hair and muscles. After the amount of sexual things we’ve done together, I don’t feel like I should be embarrassed of how I want to touch him.

His hand reaches out to smooth back the hair off my face, pushing it past my neck and over my shoulder. The gesture is surprisingly gentle, sends a little trail of tingles up my neck and spine.

I’m feeling brave, so I venture to look at his face, and I notice his face is relaxed. Eyes, half-lidded and still sort of sleepy. I want him to kiss me I realise with startling surprise. I want him to place his lips on mine. We’ve done so much together already in a few days, but not kiss.

I figure I have nothing to lose. He’s taken what he wants from me, so surely I should be able to take what I want?

I lean forward and press my mouth against his. His lips are soft, although his stubble is abrasive against my skin. The kiss is brief, but still manages to make my lips vibrate at the mere contact.

I pull back, and realise maybe I shouldn’t have. Maybe he doesn’t want to kiss me, maybe he would have by now if that was something he desired from me.

But then it’s okay. Then he smiles, and it makes my heart stutter. What is he doing to me? He doesn’t say anything to me, just brings his large arms to pull me and his mouth seeks mine, his lips move over mine in a sweet dance. I tilt my head, leaning further into the caress, bringing a brave hand to softy touch his jaw.

I sigh, perhaps because I’ve been holding by breath. He takes advantage of the little opening, tongue darting in to taste me before retreating. The kiss sends a aching thrill of longing in my body. I realise I’m pressing myself into him, trying to feel as much of his skin on mine. To my everlasting dismay he pulls back.

“Evening,” Elian grunts, placing a chaste kiss to my mouth. He’s pressing me back into the mattress, and I lean up to keep kissing him. I don’t want to stop, I want to keep going and see where this leads us next.

“If you’re tryna’ tempt me into staying in bed all evening, I am persuaded,” He murmurs between kisses.

“Was that your plan when you undressed me last night?”

He laughs, it’s a nice laugh, not çeşme escort mean or cruel; just humoured. He leans down to kiss my nipple through the lacy fabric and I release a breathy sigh. I never thought my breasts were much to fuss over – sort of on the smaller side actually, but the way his tongue and mouth caress me, it makes me feel like they’re perfect.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t touch you while you were asleep,” He leans to kiss my other nipple, “just figured that dress wouldn’t be comfortable to sleep in,” That is surprisingly thoughtful and I’m not sure what to do with this information.

“It wouldn’t be, no.”

He continues kissing down my body, suddenly stopping at my navel to look up at me.

“This is nice underwear. Were you planning on showing it to the wolf king?” His voice is sort of playful, but there’s an odd spark in his eyes, electric, dangerous and thrilling all at the same time.

What does he know about me and Eric?

Duh, Lililth. You introduced yourself as the King’s Queen in trial, and he saw you two on a date at the restaurant!

I shrug, “Eric and I are supposed to mate, so I prepared for the possibility.”

“How would you have gotten through that saga, I wonder? Or does the king like a bit of rough play?”

Is that what we do together? Do Elian and I ‘rough play’?

I sigh, “I just lie back and think of England,”

He leans back up my body, effectively pining me underneath me, it’s gone from sexy to intimidating in a matter of moments. The hair is standing on the back of my neck and I feel like I need to leave. There hasn’t been much that’s changed in the space of those seconds, just a slight difference in our bodies. But something’s changed in him and in the air around him.

“I don’t know if I want to hear about you fucking another man.” He says, voice deep, threatening. This is a strange exchange now, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. My brain is struggling to keep up with what is going on, on account of the fact that my pussy is still aching for him and clouding my brain.

I try to push him off, but he is too big; too strong. His body smothers me but not in a good way.

“You’re the one who asked,” I manage, “Now get off, I don’t feel comfortable.”

He leans to the side, releasing me and I move away.

“Don’t wear nice things for him, he’ll get the wrong idea.” Elian says. I don’t bother looking at him, I don’t know what the hell is going on. I move to get off the bed. I can figure out this weirdness later, right now I know I should leave.

“That’s the point. And what? My normal stuff not do it for you? Well, I’m sorry my usual underwear is not up to standard. Now I remember why I was ignoring you. You are such an asshole.” I grind out, stumbling around, trying to find the dress I was wearing earlier that evening. I don’t manage to find it, and just grab Elian’s shirt off the chair and shove it on. I tail out of there as quickly as I can.

I’ll come back for Mercy’s dress and my heels later, I promise myself.

I manage to make it to my room without having to run into anyone shamefully, the last thing I need is anyone from this god forsaken pack coming out of the vampire’s room.

—————

The next day my life carries on. I go to work, I come back to the den, I try to ring my family and they ignore my calls. When I’m making dinner for myself in the den kitchen, Eric joins me.

Not for, thankfully, another painful endeavour into small talk.

“You,” This is apparently Eric’s favourite way to greet me now. I turn away for a moment from my cooking to give him my full attention.

“Hey Eric. What’s up?” I keep my tone friendly and relaxed. Although in the inside I’m a little offended that he doesn’t bother talking to me like an actual human being.

“The vampire wants you. Says he likes your blood type, and is refusing to feed off Mercy.” Eric looks tired and annoyed I realise.

“Blood type?” How the hell can he have a preference for blood type? Is there a taste difference between them, I wonder.

“Yeah, can you go sort it out? These vamps are such a headache. But I’d rather not piss them off, they’re good allies and we need this deal to work.” Eric rubs his neck, and for a moment gives me a glimpse that maybe he knows more about me than I realised, “Look I know this isn’t easy for you, especially being away from home. You’ve been such a trouper. Do you think you could keep trouping on? Do this favour for the pack?”

He’s got me there. If this is supposed to be my new pack, I really should do anything I can to help them. And despite what it might sometimes seem like, I do want them to like me. It’d make things a hell of a lot easier.

“Sure thing, Eric,” I smile. Although on the inside I’m filled with a sense of dread. I don’t want to see Elian after last night. I don’t want to face him after everything. So much and so little has happened between us and it’s complicated başakşehir escort by the fact that the man is a mystery to me.

I know only a few things about him;

One: His name is Elian

Two: He is a fairly important vampire in his clan.

Three: He likes putting his dick in my ass.

These facts are not exactly reassuring, and I’m still not sure how I feel about number three, except that I like it. And the thing about fact three is that it taught me something about myself which is: having a dick in my ass gets me to orgasm.

…Maybe I sort of like a lot of the sexual things he does to me.

It doesn’t make up for Fact Four: I do not know much about this guy. Liking sex with him shouldn’t be confused with actual intimacy with a normal person.

Either way, like a good wolf, after I eat my dinner (And honestly, I wouldn’t call it eating – I pick at it and then throw it away because I’m too nervous about seeing Elian again after our spat) I head down the corridor which leads to his room.

I swear something feels funny in this corridor tonight. My heart almost leaps into my throat when I reach his door. The door opens and out comes Michelle…Michelle wearing a red silk dress which accentuates every damn curve of her body, especially her massive tits. There’s no way in hell they didn’t just fuck.

I don’t even like Michelle as a person but even I’d have a damn hard time not touching her in that ensemble.

“Oh hey, freak,” Michelle says, voice all airy. She stares at me like I’m dirt, like it’s an effort to even look at me.

Maybe it is. I look down at myself – jean shorts and a t-shirt. Not much to look at, I guess. Michelle doesn’t even bother to wait for a response, she just keeps on walking past me, down the hallway all casual as if I didn’t just catch her walking out of some vamp’s room looking like a snack.

Maybe…maybe Elian would like me better if… No, I can’t go down that rabbit hole. I don’t give a shit about his opinion, or anyone else’s for that matter I remind myself. I’m just here to do my duty.

Still, I can’t help but wonder what was she doing in there? I feel my heart and stomach clench. I feel sick. I don’t give a shit about pissing him off. I am not going to feed him, when he’s clearly already done that tonight.

I walk into his room and what I see makes me even angrier. Here is Elian, buttoning his shirt up and I can’t help the barrage of jealous thoughts flow through me. The first being: obviously they’ve just had sex. He’s getting dressed, she was barely dressed when she left…How long has this been going on? And who the hell else is this guy sleeping with?

“Guess you already had your feed n’ fuck,” I say; my voice makes his head snap up and for a moment I’m startled by the intensity of his gaze. I steel myself and continue, “So I guess I’m not needed here after all. You come near me again and I’ll shove a crucifix so far up your ass you’ll taste the metal.”

Hm. So much for being in control and calm. As it turns out I’m extremely angry.

“I don’t really have a desire for anything up my ass.” He bites back quickly, “And I don’t know what you’re talking about. So maybe dial down your crazy for tonight and start speaking in a normal way or I’ll slap some sense into you.”

His threat is filled with a careful sort of anger, the sort that’s half threat and half test. His words are mean, his intentions are harm, and my wolf is ready to tackle.

“Don’t talk like that to me, pig.” I’m hissing now and I feel my wolf pacing, ready to pounce; to fight.

He comes to stand before me and he’s laughing, except it’s a cruel, mean laugh, “You want to fight me? Okay, come on then. Attack me, hit me. Do what you need to so that you can get the crazy out of you. Maybe it’s a wolf thing, or maybe it’s a woman th-“

I don’t let him finish the sentence. One moment I’m standing before him, the next I’m flying into the air and laying punches into him like I’m Bruce Lee.

“You’re a real piece of shit, you know that? You get all mad at me because of a duty I have, and you go and stick your prick in anything that has a heartbeat and a pair of big tits,” I punch my fist into his jaw but he doesn’t seem to even feel it. His head doesn’t even flinch at the contact.

How dare he think he can tell me what to do and then I see Michelle coming out of his room, barely dressed? What the actual hell?

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talkin’ about, you psycho bitch,” He hisses, as I land a punch on his stomach.

After that I don’t think I manage to land a single hit on him, he’s too quick and strong. I do what I can, using my momentum to push us to the floor, trying to trap him beneath me.

“Don’t call me a psycho bitch, That’s offensive and sexist,” I try to claw him with my nails, but he manages to grab both my wrists.

“Fuck, Lilith, what is this actually about?” His words stop me küçükçekmece escort for a moment.

Then…then his hands are no longer restraining me, and my hands, well they’re no longer punching him. I’m rubbing my crotch against him, I feel overheated and ravenous for his touch. Suddenly he’s frantically pushing my pants off, and I’m madly fumbling with the fly of his pants, desperate to have him. Then he’s rooting up into me, impaling me on his cock and I’m desperately thrust down into him, riding him like he’s a stallion.

Yes, my wolf preens, she’s delighted by this turn of events.

I throw my shirt and bra off, I need to be naked, I need him all over me, his touch, his scent. Growls have given way to heavy breathing and moaning. I buck up against him, taking everything I can. I reach forward and tear his shirt off. Yes, tear – like some kind of animal. Elian doesn’t seem to give a shit though, just keeps thrusting up into me, red eyes flashing is raw need.

Then I realise, this is good – actually it’s great – but I need something more. The wolf inside is prowling; restless. She wants something different now, something…of a different flavour.

“Elian,” Is what I can manage to say, “I need…please,” I’m moaning, maybe I’m begging, hips undulating on top of him, pussy clenching in need. I don’t need to say anything further apparently, because he responds.

“Okay,” His voice is soothing, his face understanding. He flips us, position me face down, legs spread on the floor, my entire body flat. His large heat is on top of me in a matter of seconds and I can feel his cock covered in my liquid entering my tight ass. I relax into it, accept it. It’s what I need and he knows this.

The wolf is contented, delighted.

Better, she whispers, yield to your master.

His thrusts are rough and merciless and I need that too. He ruts into me until my knees and hips are sore from rubbing against the carpet, until my little ring is burning and my pussy is throbbing in need.

“Fuck me harder. Use me,” I’m begging; I should be embarrassed but I don’t care.

“Shut up, bitch,” he hisses, shoving my panties into my mouth as he continues to relentlessly fuck me. It’s perfect, just like that he gets it.

He’s uses me until I ache all over, until all I can do is shake and cry. With a final jolt of his hips, Elian spills himself inside of me, leaves me burning and throbbing between my cheeks.

I want release but at the same time, I want this. This total lack of control, this total denial over my need. It’s delicious, warm and aching. I’m begging him, praying to the vampire to cum, but it’s part of a game, I realise.

“In five days,” He whispers, taking the gag out of my mouth, and my jaw is able to finally relax, “In five days time I’m going to make you cum so hard you forget your own damn name. Your orgasms belongs to me now.”

“That a threat?” I manage to muster lamely, my face buried in the carpet of the floor. It’s possible that I can’t move my body right now.

“Yeah,” he gives my ass a resounding slap, and I feel my clit throb in response. He continues, “Tomorrow, I expect to see you here promptly at eight. Don’t be late again. For every minute you’re late, it’s an extra day you don’t get to have an orgasm.”

Oh wow – his words send a powerful pulse through my cunt. I can feel ever cell in my body practically leap at the thought of it.

“Fine,” I say it like It’s a punishment, but honestly it’s hot.

“I was thinkin’ there should be other rules too,” Elian’s voice continues. My body relaxes as his large hand runs down from my neck and down my back. He repeats this action over and over again, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in its wake.

“How many?” I manage to ask. I’m amazed I can even speak at this point, I’m a mix of sleepy, horny and relaxed.

“Few more. No masturbation between our sessions,” he places a kiss on my shoulder and picks me up, taking us both to the bed, “Unless I give you permission. And no one else.”

“What about Eric?” I ask, as he leans back to sit against the headboard, bringing me to lay back against his chest.

“No,” He’s voice is angry, he presses his mouth against my neck and nips – scrapping his fangs threateningly against my neck. The action has me crying out in delight and surprise. It sends a shiver straight to my breasts. With one large arm around my waist, he brings his other hand to wedge my thighs open.

My body tightens in anticipation and I’m expecting many things. A rough slap on my sex? That’s not one of them. As the slap stings my pussy, I squeal, trying to move away, trying to close my legs. He’s much stronger than I am though, especially in my weakened state and he easily overpowers me.

Elian moves his other arm from around my waist, and in a matter of seconds both his large hands are now wedged between my thighs. His fingers are surprisingly gentle and delicate. With one hand he spreads my pussy lips, exposing me completely. With the other he brings a finger to stroke my clit, gently coaxing it out of it’s shell.

Oh God, that feels so fucking good.

I squirm and sigh as his finger continues to swirl around the aching bundle of nerves, working the little nub until it hardens and swells. I can feel it ache and practically vibrate with the need for release. I’m so close.

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“I’ve got the rest of day off,” you announce as I walk in the door.

“Cool, what are we going to do?” I replied surprised.

“Well, I thought we’d take a nap first, then get up and figure that out later.”

“Oh goody, we’re gonna get between the sheets!” I grin.

“Oh no, baby, let’s sleep first, maybe play later” you take my hand and lead me to the bedroom. We both undress. I can’t help but appreciate seeing your nakedness appear from behind your clothes. I begin to get turned on.

“NOT NOW, I said,” you reprimand me. “Let’s sleeeeep!” you jump onto the bed, your sexual muskiness wafting across my senses and the dark crack of your behind swaying as you crawl across the bed to your pillow.

With disappointment, I finish undressing and crawl in beside you. Your nearness completes the firming of my penis and I roll onto it, trying to ignore it’s demands for release.

I drift in my thoughts, slowly letting sleep take over ….

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…and I wake to hear you say, “Wake up Slave! You’ve slept quite enough!”

I lift my head and realize I’m blindfolded, still lying on my back on the bed, but I’ve been handcuffed at both the wrists and ankles.

“What’s happening? …” I begin.

“Be quiet, Slave! You only talk when I allow it! You must ask for permission to speak and you must address me with respect. You must address me as Mistress when you speak to me! Do you understand?”

I’m am slow to fully realize what is happening and do not answer immediately. I feel a sharp tap across my thighs.

“Do you understand me, Slave?” you demand again.

“Yes, yes I do.” I reply, wondering what just slapped my thigh.

The tap came again, only slightly harder.

“Yes you do, what?” you say, a demand reminiscent of Army basic training.

“Yes, I do, Mistress.”

You softly rub the item against my thigh this time.

“That’s better,” you purr.

I hear you step away from the bed and I feel my penis tingling to life.

“I can’t have you lying in bed doing nothing!! You must serve me this evening! Get your naked behind out of bed!”

I slide off the bed, my feet cuffed and I stand finding my balance.

“Slave! I am losing my patience with you; you do not stand in my presence unless I allow you to! Get on your knees!”

“Yes, Mistress.” I slide to my knees.

“I did not say you could talk while doing it.” And I felt another sharp tap, this time on my right ass cheek. “Hmmm, and by the looks of it, you are enjoying this.”

It was true; my penis arose to point skyward, hard and ready.

“I don’t want you to do a thing unless I approve it. You can’t eat, drink or go potty until I say you can, do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I suddenly detected a strong sexual muskiness and I realize either your wet vagina was right in front of my nose or you had dipped you fingers there and were now waving them across my face. My penis pulsed at this new arousal, göztepe escort demanding to be touched in some way.

I inhale deeply the air before me and your sex fills my head with desire. I hear some wet sloppy sounds and I know you are fingering yourself right in front of me, but I cannot see it, only smell it. You are driving me crazy.

“Mmmm, that feels … oh so good … but not ready … to come just yet.” The wet sounds cease. “Hmmm, what can I have my Slave do for me?”

“Hmmm, I am thirsty,” she continues, “slave, go fetch me a wine cooler and I want you to put it into one of those champagne cups and bring it to me.”

I begin to rise to satisfy your request, but you stop me with a firm hand on my shoulder.

“Did I say you could stand? Crawl your way there!” you slowly push me back to my knees.

I begin to crawl my way to the kitchen, feeling ahead of me as I go. I arrive at the kitchen and open the fridge. I try to remember where the wine coolers are. I slowly fumble my way through the shelves until I find the glass bottle with the tapered neck.

“What is taking so long?” I hear you say from the living room. “Hurry up, Slave!”

I put the bottle on the floor and try to remember where the plastic champagne cups were. I remembered seeing them in the liquor cabinet. I stood and felt my way gingerly inside until I found them. I separate one and bring it back to the floor. I open the bottle and feel my way to pour the wine cooler into the cup. I guess at how full the cup gets.

I carefully crawl my way one-handed — while holding the cup — to the living room.

“That’s a good Slave” I hear you croon to me.

I hold the cup towards your voice.

“Bring it closer.”

I reach closer to you until I accidentally bump your chest and it some splashes across your body. You take the cup from me.

“How dare you spill on me, Slave! Clean it up!”

I turn away to get a kitchen towel.

“Use your tongue, Slave!”

I turn back and approach your body. I lean in until I find your chest. I begin licking your chest.

“That is good, but I didn’t JUST get it on my titties! Lick my stomach too!” you demand.

I lick your stomach, looking for wine. As I am doing this I hear you drinking the remaining wine.

“Get me some more and this time do not spill it on me!” I feel you hand the cup to me.

I repeat the journey twice more, refilling the cup. In between, I sit at your feet and you have me massage and kiss your legs and feet while you read a book (I could hear the pages turn). I think I hear your fingers sloshing in your wet slit again, but I’m not sure. I do know that sometimes perfumed clouds of your arousal would waft across my nose. Oh and how I want you. I brush my hand across the head of my penis glans.

“Slave, do not touch yourself unless I say you can!” you order.

I quietly obey. You put the book down.

“Slave, find me a towel and return pronto. Do you understand?”

“Yes, çorlu escort Mistress”

I quickly crawl to the bathroom, find a towel and return to your feet.

“I want you to get three more champagne cups and return here. Do you understand?”

Confused, I hesitate.

“Do you understand, Slave?”

“Yes, Mistress” I turn to go.

“And hurry.”

I quick-crawl to the kitchen, stand to retrieve the cups, trying to fit the bases into the stems.

“Slave, I said Hurry.” you say louder.

“Yes, Mistress,” I finish and drop to my knees and scuffle to your feet.

“Lay out the towel and put the cups in a row.” you command.

I quickly laid out the towel and line up the cups.

“You have done well attending to my thirst. So I am going to return the favor. Give me your hand.”

My curiosity peaked, I reach towards you. You guide my hand to your hips. I feel that you are wearing a leather skirt. You guide my hand lower and down your thigh. You then slide it up under your skirt. I feel your warm vagina, swollen, steamy and oozing.

“That’s enough! Raise your blindfold, you will watch this.” you say.

“Yes, Mistress.” I raise the blindfold.

I see before me your hand lifting your skirt as you squat over a champagne cup, holding onto the nearby coffee table for support. Your groin muscles are taut along your legs as you spread your legs. A small tuft of pubic hair rides above your puffy vaginal lips which are red with arousal.

“Do not let me spill as I fill these cups.” you command, “As I fill each one, you must replace it with an empty, until I am done. For each spill, you must drink that glass. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good” and staring directly at me, you release a hard steady golden stream into the first cup. It fills fast, the overspray goes everywhere. I have to dive down to get the next cup to replace it.

“Guess what Slave! You’re drinking.”

The next one fills fast also and I set it to the side and grab another empty. This time, I don’t spill.

“Very good, you’re learning.”

You still watch me with the same stare not bothering to look down. A sharp smell of pee fills the air and I am rock hard from your blatant control of me. On the third cup, the stream slows to a drizzle and then finally a few drops.

You stand, legs still spread.

“Lick me clean.”

I nuzzle my nose to you and lick you eagerly. You sigh and pull away.

“That will do, Slave,” you motion to the first cup, “you may enjoy my essence now.”

You sit back down and open your book.

I turn to the filled cups, sparkling honey color with light shining through. I contemplate how best to fulfill the task before me. Fast, drink real fast, I think.

I take the cup and begin to chug it down, the fluid is still warm from your body. I set it down, half-finished. When I next inhale, the acrid taste is strong in my mouth and I pause to get my breath and ümraniye escort not gag.

“Do you not like my gift to you?” you sternly query.

“Oh yes Mistress, I am just catching my breath. I’ll continue in a sec.”

“Do so then,” you return to your book, amusement coloring your features.

I steel my resolve and finish the remaining urine, the pee is rapidly cooling. I find the taste is much better when warm. It’s like drinking sake.

“You will put on your blindfold again,” you say.

I fumble to put it back over my eyes and kneel before you. After what seemed like an eternity, you stand and walk into the bedroom. I hear the toy drawer open where you keep your dildos. Then I hear it close. I wonder what you have pulled from it.

“Slave, go fetch the pink bar stool and bring it into the bedroom.”

I racked my brain to remember where it was. I tried the dining area and kitchen with no avail. I crawled into the bedroom and found it where it normally sits; in front of your make-up area.

“Bring it by the TV cabinet and sit on it.”

I drag it over to the TV cabinet and sit on it.

“I am going to make you sit there and listen while my man toy, Big Jake here takes care of my needs.” I hear some faint wet sloshing sounds again and I wonder if it’s your fingers or the toy sliding along your slit.

“What’s that Big Jake?” you say, teasing me “that you’re dying to sink that massive cock of yours into my pussy? Well, of course you are sweetie, what man wouldn’t love to sink their shaft into my wet steaming cunt? I would love to have it inside me, stroking my walls, pounding me and spraying a hot load of your precious seed deep inside me?”

This dirty talk makes me moan from my stool.

“Oh, it sounds like my Slave likes what he hears. Too bad he can’t see you kneeling between my legs cock poised to plunge deep into me.” There’s a pause.

“Ohhhhhhh, god yes!!” you suddenly groan, it is obvious you have just inserted the toy for the first time.

“Such a nicsssssse cock you have Jake,” you hiss. “My juices are soaking your shaft. It’s been sooooo long since I’ve had a proper fucking.”

I moan again, wanting to touch myself, cursing yet loving your teasing words.

“I do declare, Jake” you say, “I think my Slave is turned on!”

“Slave, stand by me!”

I approach the bed.

“Stroke your cock Slave!”

I reach out and begin to furiously pump my cock with one hand.

“Uggghhhhh, baby … stroke me good. Oh I can feel your balls tighten Jake.” I hear you groan.

It’s easy to see the image of another man between your legs pumping his cock — a huge thick cock — into your sweet hole … his butt cheeks squeezing on each thrust into you … he raises up over you as the pressure increase in his balls … he groans as the cum boils up his rod … and it blasts in a hot release into you … you cry out in response as the waves hit you … you clamp onto his cock and ride the waves while you get filled by his sperm … i imagine seeing white creamy jism slipping out and running down to your behind

This image takes me right to the top and I begin to spurt thick ropes of cum in your direction.

“Oh, my … it’s a … cum shower!” you groan.

As I finish spurting, I hear you say, “come ‘ere, Slave boy, I have some spunk cleanup work for that lovely tongue…”

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