Hi, my name is Annalisa Derkins. I am 25 years old and if I do say so myself I look damn good. I am 5’8″, 150lbs, blood red hair, icy blue eyes, luscious DSL (dick sucking lips), a clear peachy cream complexion, I am trim from working out, my bra is a 36D, and I have enough ass to turn heads.

I have never had a problem getting what I want from men and even occasionally from women as well. I like to play the field, have fun, and always coming out the winner. I have always felt that the best way to accomplish all three was to be in total control. The story I am about to tell you is how I lost total control and still got everything I wanted.

I went to Night’s Last Kiss, a club I rarely go to, where I spotted a dish I knew I had to have for the night. He was at least 6’4″, 215 lbs, built like a warrior, tanned skin, smoky grey eyes, jet black hair that looked like it could use a trim but still looked sexy as hell on him, and lips I could kiss all night long. He looked like the original bad boy in faded blue jeans tight black t-shirt and leather jacket.

I was dressed to kill in my little red silk dress, it was low cut, spaghetti cut, clingy, and barely covered my ass, my hair was down and flowing over my shoulders, and I had on a new pair of red strappy four inch heels. (Yes I know I have a thing for red.)

My blue eyes met his grey ones and I could feel my making my way to him but just as I got close enough to talk to he turned away and pulled the blonde beside him onto the dance floor. I stood there in shock watching as he and the blonde started dancing more and more erotically.

As you may have guessed by now I don’t bow down under a little pressure. I sashayed over to the bar ordered a shot of Jack, downed it, and then worked my way over to the dance floor and danced by myself. I could feel the music rushing through me, turning me on. With my eyes shut I started rubbing my hands over my body I could feel the moisture between my legs growing.

I opened my eyes to see my mystery man coming my way. Our eyes met again but I didn’t go to him it was his turn to come to me. I didn’t see the blonde anywhere in sight. He walked up beside me keeping eye contact with me the whole time and kissed the brunette standing next to me; not just a peck of a kiss I mean get a god damn room kiss.

I was pissed I had never in my 25 years been dismissed and humiliated so much before now. With a growl that sounded scary even to my own ears I turned my back on them and made my way to the exit.

I decided to walk home my night was ruined and I needed to blow off some steam. It was a good three mile walk to my apartment about half way there I felt as if I could feel his eyes on me again but remembered him kissing the brunette and knew it was impossible so I just ignored the tingling sensation.

As I reached my block I felt a solid hand grip my shoulder. I spun around ready for a fight after the night I had, had I was ready to stick my 4inch stiletto up someone’s ass. To my surprise I came face to face with my mystery man and felt the top explode on my anger once and for all.

“You.” I growled as I raised my hand to slap him. As my hand was about to make contact he grabbed my wrist and the next thing I know my hand is behind my back and my back is pressed up against him and he is kissing me neck.

“I couldn’t very well make it easy for you my dear Annalisa.” He purred, “Don’t you know that anything worth having never is.”

“You… you humiliated and dismissed me I was not about to hang around and take another God damn second of your dismissive behavior.” I raged bahçelievler escort at him but as he kept working on my neck cause heat to spread through my body and build between my thighs.

“Why don’t we go in your apartment and finish this in there?” He questioned.

“And why would I want to do something like that?” I replied.

“We both know you want me and I want you, why don’t we just stop fighting it?” He said.

I know I shouldn’t think with my pussy but damn the thing he was doing to me where driving me nuts. I lead him to the apartment in haste. When we got in the elevator he pinned me to the wall hiking my leg up around his thigh as his lips met mine in a scorching kiss. As I opened my mouth in a gasp of ecstasy his tongue sliding into my mouth promising heaven.

I could feel his cock hard against my dripping wet pussy grinding into me. I was so wrapped up in the sensation I didn’t even notice the elevator had come to a stop and the doors had opened till he lowered my leg and pulled me out of the elevator.

I took the lead and turned us right to head to my apartment. As we approached the door I reached into my small hand bag and pulled out my key. Unlocking the door was harder than normal with him right behind me kissing on my neck. As I heard the lock click I realized that I didn’t even know is name.

I turned to face him, “Do you have a name sexy?”

“Aiden.” He simply said and that was good enough for me.

As I opened the door as was wrapped me in his embrace pulling the straps of my dress down as he sucked on my ear lobe. I turned in his embrace so I my breast were now on display for him. He bent down and took one nipple in his mouth and sucked hard.

He lifted his head and whispered against my lips, “Where’s the bedroom?”

I pointed down the short hall to the left. Before I could say anything more he lifted my legs around his waist so that my bare pussy was rubbing against his hard cock through the rough denim of his jeans. As he started walking across the room to the hall I couldn’t take it any more I needed his hard strong dick inside my wet aching cunt.

I reached my hand between our bodies and undid his jeans to my surprise and pleasure he was going commando. I wrapped my hand around his cock and was even more pleased to find that he was huge and would be more than able to fill me. Knowing I was more than ready for him I placed him at my entrance for I second I had my doubts about being able to take him but before I could worry much about it I found myself pinned the hard cold wall of the hall way and his hard hot body.

He slid into me in one slow thrust. I could feel the sting as he stretched me well beyond my limit but loving the sensation. Once he was buried to the hilt deep inside my tight wet cunt he paused for a few moments to allow my body to adjust to his wondrous size. Then he started rocking his hips barely moving but I could feel every movement and feel myself start to build up to a burning inferno that would soon burn me alive.

Suddenly as if something inside him had snapped he pulled all the way out and slammed back into me with such force I wandered if the wall would hold us. He pulled out again and I could feel myself getting close to the edge he seemed to know just how I liked it but this time he pulled all the way out and asked which door was the bedroom.

Feeling a since of loss and angry for being denied when I was so close I said nothing. I guess he had decided he didn’t need my help because he started opening doors. The bağcılar escort last door he opened was my bedroom. He stole a quick glance around the room then grinned wickedly as his gaze landed on my queen size bed that’s head board was made of golden bars. He tossed me on the bed rather roughly then reached into his jacket. I couldn’t see what he pulled out as he leaned over me and pulled my hands up to the one of the golden bars of my head board.

“My sweet Annalisa, you like to be in control but it’s time you learn the pleasure of surrendering.” He said as I felt metal enclose my wrist.

Stunned at first I tried to pull my hands down when reality sank in he had handcuffed me to my own bed, MY OWN BED. I was outraged and secretly a little turned on by the thought but would not admit it I needed to have control.

“How dare you?” I hissed.

He seemed pleased at my anger but said not a word as he crawled on the bed beside. He lifted up my dress so that my bottom half was on show for him. He ever so slowly ran his hand up my thigh and lightly touched me where I ached the most but I would not give up control and I would not beg.

“You will give up control by the end of the night love.” He stated then stood abruptly and walk out of the room.

How dare he leave me like this? I torn between being turned on and being pissed to my surprise being turned on was winning. By the time he came back into the room with a bowl of something I was totally horny but my pride would not be so easily swayed.

“My lovely Annalisa, are you ready to give up that control? No, maybe I can persuade you.” He said.

“Who the fuck do you think you are to treat me like this?” I asked.

“Well your master of course my sweets but you will learn that soon enough.” He replied sitting the bowl on the night stand then lighting a candle.

As he set down on the bed beside me scooted away from him. He looked at me with amusement in his eyes as he reached over and pulled me back to him. Then he reached down and cuffed my legs a part spread eagle. I struggled a bit just for the fun of it because I really was starting to get turned on.

Once he had me secured to my bed he slowly ran his fingers up my inner thigh sending shivers up and down my body. He stopped right before he touched my secret place leaving me wanting and frustrated. I growled my dismay and he simply laughed reaching in the bowl for what I could now see were ice cubes. He took one out and slowly circled each nipple making them so hard I thought they had become stone.

He then trailed the ice between my breasts slowly down my stomach circled my belly button then slide it down to my clit. He held it on there with one hand and reached over with the other to get the candle he lit before. Slowly he poured its hot wax between my breasts following the trail he had just made with the ice.

I arched toward the burning sensation. The contrast of hot and cold on my body was driving me nuts. It took all my strength to hold back the moan that was building deep inside me. He lightly trailed his finger over the wax as it hardened.

“You like that don’t you?” He whispered as he kissed each nipple lightly making me want more.

“Fuck you.” I breathed.

“Oh, I plan to.” He replied with an evil grin.

He slowly peeled the hardened wax off my body then reached into the bowl to retrieve another ice cube. He held the ice cube on each nipple in turn till they were numb then replaced the cube to the bowl and bent his head to take my nipple into his mouth. The ümraniye escort hot warm velvet of his mouth sucking on put me on the brink of orgasm. He lifted his head to look at me and I knew he could see the need in my eyes.

“All you have to do is ask my sweet.” He said.

I bit my bottom lip refusing to answer and he laughed, “You will give up control.”

Then he stood and slowly stripped. The sight of his hard naked body almost made me beg on the spot but what he did next was pure torture. He crawled on the bed and knelt between my legs bending so that his mouth was at my sex. He slowly licked my slit avoiding my clit. Over and over is slow agonizing torture getting me so close but never letting me have my release.

Once I got to the point where I thought I was going to self combust I knew there was only one thing that would make him give me what my body needed, I was going to have to beg. I was to the point where I no longer cared when the word “Please.” ripped from my throat in agonizing torment.

“Please, what Annalisa?” He replied.

“Please let me cum.” I begged.

He grinned a self satisfied smile as he bent his head once more and took my clit in his mouth sucking hard and nipping with his teeth. As he shoved two fingers deep inside me I let out a scream of pure ecstasy as I felt myself come for him. He kept pumping his fingers hard in and out of me making me ride the wave higher. I could feel my muscles gripping him as I felt myself slowly start to come back to earth.

While I was still withering in the aftermath he crawled up my body and kissed me deep as he shoved his cock deep inside me. Filling me to the hilt he paused for a moment letting my body adjust before he started pumping long, slow, deep thrust. In no time at all I could feel myself building to another climax. I stared into his smoky grey eyes and knew he would me let me climax again without me giving up more control.

He kept the pace even and steady driving me insane. I finally let out a well of frustration and begged. He laughed and leaned over to whisper in my ear, “I am your Master now you will come when I say.”

He then bit my neck sending a shot of adrenaline straight through my body. He then pulled out of me and undid my feet restraints and twisted my body so that my hands were twisted and I was lying on my belly. Pulling my hips up till I was on my knees he then laid a hard spank on my left ass cheek.

Then without hesitation thrust into my wet cunt as far as he could. I moaned at the sudden and rough sensation. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back so that he could place a rough kiss on my lips. Then he began slamming his cock deep and had inside me. The sound of our skin slapping together was making me even wetter.

“God you’re so wet for me. Do you feel how hard you make me?” He asked in a husky voice.

Knowing that I no longer had any control and more surprisingly didn’t care I decided to go for broke and moaned my reply, “Yes, Master Aiden.”

“MMM good girl, I want you to come for me now.” He said as he reached around and tugged on my clit with his fingers as he rammed harder into making me come instantly.

He pumped into me a few more times before pulling out of me and flipping me over yet again. He placed my ankles on his shoulders slamming back into me. “You’re so tight Annalisa, God you make my cock so hard.” He said.

He pumped into me a few more times before pulling out of me and placing his cock in his hand with my ankles still on his shoulders he came on my breast and face. It was so enticing and demeaning at the same time that I came again.

He left me cuffed to the bed as he left the room. When he returned he had a wet wash cloth he then cleaned and un-cuffed me. Pulling me into his side as he lay back on the bed he whispered in my ear, “Your mine now sweet Annalisa.”

“Yes, Master Aiden all yours.” I replied before falling asleep.

~THE END~

This part of my life’s story may be becoming more suitable to the BDSM category but in my mind it is still a love story. As we have evolved as a couple both of our needs have become clarified. This is just a record of the transitional time in our relationship and therefore it is fairly brief. Let me know if you would like me to outline what happens in the next year.

All during my pregnancy Nelson seemed obsessed with my huge stomach. He would rub and kiss it and rub his penis on it all the while saying, “I put this in you, all of it is mine.” While I liked his attention it made me feel a bit strange. I was no longer his wife or even a person but his receptacle.

When I gave birth he held the baby and said for all to hear, “This is the first of many.”

I was allowed a week after the birth to rest myself without having intercourse. Of course I had to suck him off each time he had an erection. During those times I would feel my cunt muscles contracting awakening to their need.

Then when my week’s ‘rest’ was over my wifely duties resumed in earnest.

“You know how beautiful you were when you were full with my baby – I want to make you that beautiful again and as soon as possible. The doctor is going to give you a series of shots to increase your chances of having twins or even triplets. I can just dream about how wonderful it would be to have you filled to capacity.”

The doctor, who was also a member of our church, arrived and gave me my first shot. I did not question because it was what Nelson wanted. It would take a number of treatments before they would be fully çeşme escort effective but Nelson wanted to start fucking me before my body had time to revert back to pre-pregnanacy form as my openings would still be stretched and it would make it easier for his sperm to make it up to my eggs.

He climbed on top of me and shoved his penis into me with one brutal thrust. Pain shot through me numbing my whole body and I opened my mouth with one long silent scream. It was as if the pain had paralyzed my whole body. He pummelled me with demonic fury until he shot his load and then he collapsed on top of me and fell asleep with his softening penis still inside me. I lay trapped hoping the baby wouldn’t awaken until I was able to get up. After an hour or so – it seemed like a week – he began to stir and I felt his penis beginning to harden again. He worked in and out of me a few times until it was fully hard and once again he began fucking me hard and fast. This time it took longer and I dared to ask him to please have mercy on me as I was still very sore inside. He did not respond but picked up his pace and the brutality of his thrusts until I received his second load. He rolled off me and I lay crying silently wondering how I would be able to withstand the attacks on my weakened body. He did not seem to notice and he merely said, “Get up and prepare my dinner.”

I got up and checked on the baby and then struggled to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

When dinner was ready I went in and asked him if he would please come out to eat. Still nude başakşehir escort he came to the table, I spread a towel on his chair and I served his plate. As I was about to serve mine he said, “No you are not to eat with me. While I am eating you are to go under the table and suck on my penis. You may eat after if your ministrations have been satisfactory.”

I did as directed, trying very hard to please him. I licked the underside of his shaft, licked at his balls as far as I could reach. He shoved his hips forward and I was able to take them into my mouth and I gently caressed them with my tongue and sucked on them, then I ran my tongue along the length of his penis to the head and I licked and sucked it drawing it as far into my mouth and throat as possible, pulling back and repeating the process. In spite of my pain I began to feel my vagina warming and I began to writhe in my need. I groaned in my urgency, “Please, my love please fuck me.” He got on top of me on the floor and we made love. My pain was mixed with my pleasure and with each brutal stroke my body rose up to meet his. It was as if my body was just nothing but a cunt craving for more and more and more – I screamed out in pure exaltation as wave after wave of rapture flooded through me.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I kept repeating as I lay spent on the floor.

“You have earned your dinner. You may eat now,” Nelson said.

After I ate he sat me down and said that our relationship had entered a new level. He had come to realize during my pregnancy küçükçekmece escort that his pleasure was mostly derived when I was being caused discomfort. For instance, as I became increasingly uncomfortable with my swollen belly the greater was his pleasure – especially as I was kneeling over my swollen stomach sucking his penis. From that time on I would be required to serve him in more extreme ways than previously. To prove my commitment to him I had to perform as his slave – my only purpose besides looking after the baby was to follow his every command and if it did not meet his expectations I would be punished.

I soon learned the implications of all this.

It had been an extremely tiring day. The baby had been restless, the doctor had arrived to give me my shot, and I had a headache. When Nelson arrived for dinner it was not quite ready.

“Look, you useless cunt, go in and lie face-down on our bed. It is time you experienced the consequences of not doing your duty. You are going to be whipped and with each lash you are to thank me, and ask for more punishment if I feel that you need it. “

Trembling with my fear of the unknown, I did as directed. He began to whip me and after each lash I said, “Thank you my master and please give me more if it will please you to do so.” The first blow landed and I shrieked in pain. Quickly I said, “Please forgive me for crying out, thank you and please give me more if it will please you to do so.” I managed to stifle my cries and do as directed and then my cunt began to moisten and heat up and my voice gave way to groans of animal need. By the time he had given me my final lash my cunt was rising up wanting to be filled. Without turning me over Nelson entered me from behind and fucked me to a mind-blowing orgasm. I was so thankful that he had not turned me on my welt-covered back.

As he applied ointment to my back I smiled in anticipation of what would happen in the coming months.

HE SAID

Tonight I obediently stood before her, a steely look in her crystal gray-blue eyes. I knew not to move unless directed. She stripped me bare, cuffed my wrists, raised my arms and flipped the chain over the hook high up on the bed post restricting my movement. Mrs. M is never one to fool around, so to speak. There is never any small talk. With her, it is all business all the time. She is always a woman with a mission. She is my divorcee neighbor who demands my obedience and respect. That is Mrs. M.

Tonight she stood before me and moved so close her face was inches from mine. I wanted her to kiss me- it would be the first time. I could feel her breath graze my lips as her cold calculating eyes stared into mine as if she was contemplating my thoughts. Normally, I am blindfolded. Tonight was different, and I do not know why. I knew better than to ask or remind her.

She began removing her clothes. First her cream silk blouse and bra, revealing her ample alabaster breasts, which are sprinkled with dark brown freckles, and, crowned by large round pink nipples- nipples that I covet, nipples which she has me lick and nibble until they are erect and ripe for pinching and pulling. Then she dropped her ankle length black skirt to the ground and revealed her skimpy silk panty, the one that struggles to cover and contain her wild black bush. I looked down and saw she was wearing ‘them’- the knee high black leather ‘fuck me’ boots with the spiked heels. Then I knew that tonight she was hungry for something special.

Tonight, she knelt before me and began by flicking my cock with her tongue, teasing the underside of my swelling head, making it bob up and down like it was attached to the end of a spring. She stopped and admired how she had made it erect, pointing straight and stiff. Next, and she did not use her hands at all, she took the very tip of her tongue and slithered it back and forth across the underside just behind my head. She looked up to at me and our eyes met. Still looking into my eyes, she opened her mouth, making that beautiful familiar “O” shape, and without breaking our gaze, slowly slid her ruby red lips over my head, gliding the shaft in, pulling taught the skin as her lips sank down along the shaft until my head hit the back of her throat. I knew she loved the power of having control over me, holding me in her mouth, determining when to let me cum. If she did this for hours I would never complain.

Looking down, I watched as she brought thumb and pointer fingers to her nipple and kneaded and pinched the left one erect. Then she went to work on the other one. Her other hand slid into her panty. I could only imagine how her fingers strummed through her silky folds. I watched as the fabric conformed to the shape of the back of her ever moving hand, rippling as her fingers gently roamed, danced and fluttered within her.

Her pace rapidly quickened and a sense of determination arose in the way she suckled me. Normally she has me release in her mouth. I thought tonight was going to be no different. She took me until I anointed her tongue with my salty pre-cum. Then Mrs. M pulled away.

She stood up, turned around and leaned against me and teased my cock by rubbing her silk panty against it, swaying her hips side to side as it stood upright caught between her ass and my body. Then she pulled down her panties and leaned forward, placing her hands on the back of a chair properly positioned before her. Bent over, she pressed her ass against my cock. The touch of her warm skin teased me. Her hand reached between her legs, took my cock and brought it to her tight pursed bushy lips. Never before had I entered Mrs. M. She leaned back and pushed me in. As I impaled her, I experienced the ever exciting feeling of initial entry- her wet lips slowly spreading for my engorged head- a feeling that no matter how many times you do it with someone always feels glorious. She kept pushing back until I was completely within her. Her outer lips gripped at the base of my cock. I was unable to move- my hands suspended, I had no ability to derive leverage to take her.

Mrs. M teased herself with her right hand and pinched her nipple with the other. She slowly manipulated herself on me, keeping our bodies pressed tight as the round of her ass pressed against me and she teased me with her pussy. I could smell her wetness batman escort and the tease became too much. I pulled at my arms wanting to break my bonds- to place my hands on her hips and savage her. I fought to restrain myself. I knew the consequence of an early release. Then it began.

Slowly she rode me, assertively pressing against me, forcing my back against the bedpost behind me- deliberate but hard thrusts. “Yes, yes, yes,” she steadily quipped rising towards climax- “let me feel you cum in me…” she demanded as she thrust back harder pulling my cock taught as my head was suckled by her flexing hot walls. I felt her constrict around me. Her heat suddenly washed over my cock as she pushed back and seized. All I could do was stand motionless and erupt, spewing my wanted jiz deep within her, servicing her needs.

And, that was how a I had Mrs. M for the first time…..

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SHE SAID

Marco is employed at a firm down the hall from mine. I usually see him in the morning walking into work. He is a striking man of taller stature than me with thick black hair and a strong build whose looks always garner my attention from near and afar. One day I was having lunch in the building coffee shop. He sat at the counter next to me and introduced himself. We talked though lunch and then went our ways. Afterward we would occasionally see each other around the building and engage in the obligatory salutation or perhaps stop for a minute and chat. Nothing more ever came of it.

Six months later, my divorce came through, we sold the house and I moved into a high rise condo unit. Little did I know Marco lived there too. We started running into each other in the lobby after work. Our conversations became more substantive. He seemed to have an interest in me but could never get up the nerve to ask me out. For such a good looking guy he was modest, almost shy at times, and I was surprised. That was fine by me because six months after a divorce, dating was the last thing I wanted. Nevertheless, his interest, good looks and the ever present underlying sexual tension were flattering.

So, I invited him to my place for a ‘neighborly’ cocktail. We drank and talked for a couple of hours. After the drink took effect and inhibitions faded he loosened up and nonchalantly asked me what was the most exhilarating thing I had ever done. It did not take much time for my dark side to respond and I perkily replied, and prodding him for a reaction, “Oh, that is an easy one- being tied up and teased all night.” I knew that if he was shocked- and I sensed he was normally a bit ‘stiff’- I could deny it and tease him over his reaction.

“Really?” he replied in slight awe.

“Yes, really,” was all I could say with a devilish smirk on my face, “have you ever?”

“No…” he said.

“… but are curious?” I interrupted.

“Kind of,” he answered a bit embarrassed, “but I do not like the idea of physical punishment….”

“Punishment is not always synonymous with pain… or being physical… hmmm, let me show you something… promise not to tell anyone?” I asked.

“Ok,” he replied cautiously.

“Scouts honor?” I coyly asked with a devilish smile. He affirmed.

“Follow me,” I said as I stood and walked to the bedroom. I went to the dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of cuffs, “Give me your wrists.” He hesitated.

“Look, I realize you do not know me that well, but I trusted you enough to invite you over… I promise, I am not some psycho who will lock you up to die in my closet… besides, the smell would be putrid…. here, I’ll even let you hold the key… good, now raise your arms,” I backed him up against the bed post and went to flip the chain over a hook above. He dropped his arms.

“Ok, here is a chair, just in case you need to step up and unhook yourself…. I just want to show you what you look like… come on, lighten up silly…”

I brought a stand alone mirror before him over so he could view his extended bound body. By this point the drink had gotten the better of me. Revealing the cuffs put me in that dangerous playful mood.

“Not so bad, is it?” I rhetorically asked as he starred at himself, “…I think you look quite ‘endearing’ standing there all bound and helpless,” I said as I smiled and ran my hand yalova escort across his shirt feeling his chiseled chest beneath, “Bondage is not just about punishment… it is also about reward… ” I said as I grabbed his belt buckle. A smile crossed his face. I took that as a sign of consent and pulled down his pants to reveal a well hung man, not too big and not small… and just right for me. A man the likes of which I had not had since before dating my ex.

I started by caressing him in my hand, “I want you to know I had absolutely no intention of doing this when I invited you over… but now that you are here and we have gotten to know each other a bit better, well… you know, I am so recently divorced… dating is not what I want… but I do have needs, and, to be honest with you, I am not looking for anyone… but then I let loose and showed you my cuffs… that just started this little chain reaction within me… and here we are and well….”

Marco grinned. I kissed his now engorged head, licked it, suckled it, massaged his balls, got him super hard. I swallowed him whole till his cock hit the back of my throat. Then I made him cum in my mouth.

I stood up, looked him square in the eyes. In a dead serious tone I said, “Now listen very carefully. I have a proposition. You want to continue doing this?”

“Yes,” he replied noting the stern look on my face and tone of my voice.

“He are the rules: Be here every Thursday night at 10:00, not earlier or later. Obey my commands. No pain involved. Just fun role play between two adults, nothing more. If either of us terminates this, there will be no hard feelings, or any at all for that matter. Outside these walls, there is nothing between us. Oh, one more thing, on Thursday nights you will call me ‘Mrs. M’. Understand?”

“Why ‘Mrs. M’?” he asked.

“Because that is what I want. Understand?” I sternly replied.

“Yes Mrs. M”, he respectfully replied.

I released him from the cuffs, “Now get out of here,” I said as I guided him to the door. I was sure he left pleasantly surprised by what happened and slightly bewildered- conservative successful business person by day, and, well you pick the description, by night.

From that night forward every Thursday night he was religiously at my doorstep at 10:00 PM sharp. Our meetings were of little conversation. I wanted it that way- a very limited interpersonal relationship. Out in the world, when we met, it was a different story. We chatted pleasantly, just as we had before. He never mentioned or alluded to our private affair.

What Marco did not tell you was what happened between us after the first time and the time he described. He did not tell you how I would tease him for an hour or more using my mouth, how I had him fuck my tits, how I rubbed his head in my furrow or against my tiny aperture. Whatever I did to him, he was not permitted to release until he had my permission. As I teased, I made him beg for release. I made him confess his deepest darkest fantasies, all of them. I made him tell me about past relationships. I made him describe in vivid detail what he would do to me if his hands were freed. Nothing was sacred. When he was completely compliant, after he came, on one or two occasions I tied him to the bed, crouched over him and let him trace the edges of my folds with the very tip of his tongue- a reward to know the taste and texture of what he wanted so badly that he would put up with my games.

I found the power and control addictive. They seduced my core. After each meeting, I craved more and immediately looked forward to the next meeting. My rule, which he did not know, was I would never let him in my pussy, he would never cum in it, and, I would never cum with him- my depraved form of masturbation. After our Thursday tryst, I always found myself in bed, fingers buried deep, whimpering and gasping as I thought about him, how I teased him that night, what he had confessed, how he begged and how he would forcefully take me if permitted. I fixated on his cock, how it would feel violating me for the first time, how it would feel passing into me, impaling and widening as it penetrated, how I would hold and tease it deep within, how I could control him with it. It was all about how he would make me feel and what I could do to tease him. This continued for ordu escort five or six weeks. Then what Marco described happened. But, here is my version of the event:

That morning I woke and realized it was Thursday. The night before I went to bed thinking about the next evening, planning the events for Marco’s visit. Needless to say, it ended in a pleasant fantasy. I always woke feeling horny on Thursday mornings and always found something to wear which gave me that feeling of power, quiet confidence and a sexy swagger. That morning I found my black leather boots, the ones that cried out, ‘fuck doll’.

I wore them with a skirt that hung down to my ankles covering the boots- a modest winter look. All day long I thought of my boots and their spiked high heels, the pointed toes- what they symbolized- the power and sex appeal. The more I focused on them the harder it was to concentrate on anything else. As the day wore on I began having my recurring fantasies of Marco’s cock. By the time I got home I had worked myself into a highly aroused state and some very wet panties.

Marco arrived as usual and I bound him as was our practice. I had been blindfolding him to test his trust and because sensory deprivation can be so exciting- both when deprived and when you get finally get to observe after being deprived. I did not know what I was going to do to him that night. I had been telling myself that fucking him was far off in the future, if it was going to happen at all. That night I looked at his massive body and beautiful cock and started toying with the idea of letting him inside me just for a moment- quick and deep- just to let him know how it feels. Yes, I am a tease and rotten to the core for it.

Each Thursday I tried to change things up for my blindfolded friend, just to keep him guessing and interested- warm oil massages, chocolate syrup, dirty talk, you name it. Regardless of the fact my fingers were sopping wet and my pussy aching for release, at that very moment, when his pre-cum graced my mouth, the wicked little thought entered my mind again. I acted on impulse and decided to let him quickly penetrate me and withdraw. Then I would go back to sucking him off until he was done.

I leaned back against him and he entered me. It felt so good and it had been so long since I had a great cock like his in me. Then something triggered. I should have known better than to take him in when I was so close to the edge. That was my first mistake. Knowing I was his cock tease, that this was his first, and just a quick dip, heightened the intensity of the very moment for me.

I pushed back against him once. The base of his shaft being hugged by my lips was powerful. It felt so good. Suddenly I changed my mind- I needed to prolong the feeling but had to be careful not to let him cum in me. Slowly I moved back and forth pleasuring myself. It was so delicious and I kept telling myself ‘just a little more, you can do this’. That was my second mistake- I was fooling myself. Power and control swept aside my reason and in an instant I was slowly humping that bad boy, methodically building up the pace like the early stages of a mechanical bull ride. My excitement grew and I could not pull away. I resigned myself to the fate of what I had subconsciously started weeks ago and decided that if it was going to happen, I was going to enjoy it.

“Fuck me,” I told him as I rode him harder. He was helpless to move and I knew it. I kept riding, building the force of my short sudden thrusts. I knew his back was bouncing against the bedpost and I tried to not slam him to hard. He arched his back as best he could to push his pelvis forward and bury as deep as possible. I felt him ‘hanging’ within me, tugging at me from within as my fingers swirled and strummed my swollen clit.

Everything slowly faded into the background of my mind as I concentrated on how he felt within me. My body began to tingle in all the right places. I pushed back hard once again. It hit me, like a bolt of lightening, fast and hard from nowhere. It ripped right through my inner core as my body seized as I drowned in a tsunami of pleasure. The first wave receded, I gasped for air and pushed back again. Then he came. I should have expected it. He could only hold out so long. His warmth shot into me in thick steady streams, one after another after another. I pushed back and held him, pushing him deep as he came in me, coaxing him as we seized.

As we finished, I realized I had let him cum in me and I had taken it all to far. It is ironic that I was the one who lost control…. perhaps I was the one who should have been bound and punished… I am such a little tease…

Hello to all!! I’ve a fan for a few years on this site initially lurking at first and then I decided to join. Never regretted it. This is my first story ever and it continues to have rave reviews with those who I have shared it with. I first shared it elsewhere and who knows if it’s still there. I finally got the courage to share it on here.

The inspiration:

Stemming from thinking about a few sexual trysts, I wrote this piece a few years ago after an encounter with someone who pushed my imagining limits… as a result what you’re about to read was the results. Enjoy and please leave encouraging feedback… it may lead me to write more.

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After waking up from my orgasm induced coma, it’s time for me to be on the prowl. I’m hungry for dick but not just any dick, I want my favorite treat… My DomDaddy’s dick in my mouth. As I see you watching me, waiting for me to wake up, you softly caress my face as you see that look in my eyes that you know all too well… You woke HER up… You know HER is relentless and will stop at nothing until you are cumming, squirming and begging HER to stop…

HER will devour you and you know it. I roll over to my side and kiss your lips hungrily, HER is on a mission. As our kiss deepens I reach out and take a hold of your dick, knowing you’d still be rock hard as I start to stroke you up and down firmly and fight the urge to climb on top and ride you ’til you came inside of me but I know HER wants you, HER wants you badly in my mouth… I break from our kiss and start my decent stopping karabük escort to lick at your ears and neck as you moan enjoying your reaction to me toying with your sweet spots, kissing and nibbling down your chest making sure to pay attention and suck on your pecks just the way HER knows you like it and ending up at your stomach licking and circling your belly button all while keeping up a steady rhythm of stroking your dick… I stop stroking you as I move to indulge in your groin, licking the crease of where your torso meets your thighs… I know how sensitive this area can be so I take my time kissing and licking and suckling the skin there. I lick and spit on my hand real good as I go to stroke you again. Turning my head to the side as I start a long lick from your ass crack all the way up to your sizable dick head…

HER does it again slower and lingers at the area between your balls and your crack swirling figure eights and probing a little harder as I hear you groan your approval. I make my ascent and take your dick’s head gently between my lips and suck as much precum out of you, my reward for keeping you so hard and aroused for me… I bob halfway down so that on my way back up I can suck a little harder and get treated to more precum seeping out of you… HER is satisfied with just how much precum you’re leaking and takes back over HER starts bobbing up and down on your dick making sure to leave enough spit to coat your dick and let it drip down your shaft and balls as I continue to stroke osmaniye escort daddy’s dick… HER continues to bob up and down your dick taking you further in using less hands to stroke and more mouth and throat to suck and gag on daddy’s dick… HER knows you’re too wide to go all the way down HER throat but always tries to stuff as much of daddy down HER and my throat hoping that one day to be able to completely deep throat daddy. As I rub and caress your heavy balls… HER starts using her tongue to lick at your balls… HER comes off your dick to worship and suckle on your balls and rim your ass just the way HER knows you like it as I feel you stiffen and shudder at the sensation that leaves you panting. HER and I repeat this riming pushing my tongue further and deeper inside the upper edge of your forbidden area as I go back to stroking your dick… HER always tries to tongue fuck your ass and doesn’t mind getting nasty and all sloppy wet for daddy’s pleasure but it gets too intense for you so I retreat and go back to lick and suck on the underside of the shaft of your dick…

HER hears how your breathing and gets back to bobbing up and down and twisting and swirling HER tongue around as she takes over and sends me to bob faster… You grab my head and begin to thrust into my mouth trying to force more of your dick deeper into my mouth… I gag more on your dick while rubbing and massaging your balls because I know at any moment you’re going to empty yourself into my mouth… HER is wanting daddy to marmaris escort wrap his hand around my throat as he thrusts so I grab daddy’s hand and place it on my neck and let daddy take control… You begin to get into it, one hand on the back of my head and the other around my throat pounding into my mouth like it’s my sopping wet pussy that HER is finger fucking, then it hits you… One thrust, two thrusts, three thrusts, four thrusts and then daddy starts cumming and HER and I latch on for the ride as I swallow more and more of your cum and HER keeps sucking daddy’s dick milking all his cum out…HER keeps sucking even after he’s given it all up, bobbing up and down your spent dick, rolling my tongue around your sensitive head as you’re moaning and shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm and the work HER is doing to you…

You try to pry me off but you know HER is in full control and won’t give up on sucking until she’s through. As you continue to try wiggle free of the vice grips my hands have on your wrists, the intense torturous sensations are making you buck sending you further into HER greedy mouth causing you to groan and whine a little… As you speak to me with your voice strained and raised a little higher than your usual pitch telling me, “babygirl ENOUGH!” HER releases your arms as I pounce and start licking daddy’s thigh creases again knowing that especially after you orgasm you’re most sensitive there…HER grabs daddy’s thighs and forces him to take the pleasure and pain of HER licks and suckling as HER focuses on each side while daddy struggles to fight HER off in his temporary weakness.

I prolong your orgasmic bliss as you shiver, quake and shake more as if you were cumming all over again and again… HER finally let’s go of you after she gets HER fill and is satisfied in HER momentary domination knowing daddy is going to get me back real good while HER stays hidden in my mind.

The students were split into larger groups than usual. The instructors were happy for titfucking to be a very public activity. The challenge for the staff had been ensuring enough cocks were on hand. After enlisting some of the third year boys they managed to provide two cocks for each of the young women.

The decision about two cocks was based on long experience. The young men wouldn’t be able to hold off their ejaculations, not all of them. There was no problem with the second year females being splattered with semen. The problem was they needed to learn and practice the several different techniques for performing a titfuck. So they needed a fresh supply of hard cocks when the young men started to lose control.

The women students all stripped naked. Those who felt humiliated took comfort from the fact the male students couldn’t decide which one to ogle the most.

Then the males all removed their trousers and stood in front of the young women. Each of them was presented with a pair of proud cocks and the eyes of the young women were bulging. Some of the women gazed at the third year boys. After all, most of them had raging hard-ons. Others, though, preferred to stare at the attendants, older men with meaty cocks hanging between their legs.

Jasminda didn’t know where to look. The young Filipina had come from a very conservative family. Before Hanson House she’d barely been kissed. Sexual activity, even masturbation, was something she’d been taught was reserved for after her wedding day. Although Jas had known, deep down, that there was much more to sex than that, she’d regularly been challenged by the open attitudes at Hanson House. Standing naked, surrounded by horny men and their erect cocks, young Jas was almost beside herself with excitement.

The women had, of course, been warned not to be too loud with their gasps of lust and their “oohs and aahs”. It was only proper for prospective submissives to admire dominant male cocks. On the other hand, as submissives they would be expected to be somewhat demure and to wait until they were given permission.

The class required physical contact with those gorgeous cocks but the women were not permitted to hold them. Likewise, unless instructed they were not to lick or suck any cocks. Those were privileges these young submissives had not earned yet. The instructors were well aware that some of them had previously behaved like ‘common whores’ with their boyfriends. That no longer mattered. As second year students they would be taught correctly, and soon enough, how to properly serve men with their mouths and how to receive their cum.

Even Elissa, the young lesbian student, was required to attend these classes. Submission, it had been explained, was a totality. What would she do if given to a female dominant who wanted Elissa to pleasure one of her male friends? She shouldn’t discount, either, the possibility one day she might find herself in service to a male. Even an avowed lesbian was required to complete the full training at Hanson House.

First up, the women were shown the simplest method for a titfuck. They were required to lie back and allow a male, either an attendant or a third year boy, to climb on top of them. It was simple enough, though most of the young women began to pant and to moisten their cunts as soon as this was mentioned. They were young people after all and the sexual instruction at Hanson House had driven most of them to near desperation levels of lust.

They were taught how to invite a titfuck by correctly holding and caressing their tits. Even though a male dominant would that he wanted to fuck their breasts, a young submissive should learn how make herself look enticing and invite him to use her in that way.

The boys and the attendants all licked the cleavage of their selected student and spread their saliva across the inside of those heaving teenage breasts. Judging by the pants and groans heard from most of the women students it seemed possible some might cum just from having their tits touched.

Cocks were put into place and tits clasped tight around them. Even now, some of the young women were shy around the male appendage. Others were plainly excited at being allowed to touch, and be touched by, males and their stiff, swollen weapons.

The instructors stressed the importance of the woman trying to keep the cock wedged low down in her cleavage. This would ensure the best sensations were given to the male above them. It also reduced the risk of those annoying “escapes” by slippery cocks that would interrupt a dominant’s pleasure.

Those women who were less well-endowed were shown how to close their fingers across the top of the cock. In this way they could encase the male appendage using their hands and their busts and thus compensate for having less breast tissue. The instructors assured everyone that this would still result in a very satisfying experience for the man and his cock.

Finally the male participants were zonguldak escort permitted to start thrusting their cocks between the tits of the young women students. The instructors and remaining attendants moved about the room giving tips and correcting technique. This was almost as important for the third year boys as for the young women.

The males added their moans of pleasure to those from the young women. The students were excited to be so close to so many erect male organs. All felt the honour of being able to see and watch the rampant male cock in its glory. The males, on the other hand, had the privilege of stroking their stiff cocks between the tits of a bunch of young women.

After a few minutes the women were ordered to open their mouths. “This is not a cocksucking class,” they were told. “However, there is no reason why the male cannot push his cock far enough to insert the head between your lips. Or to rub it across your tongue.”

The vocal response from the women students told how thrilled they were. Some of them were desperate to be fucked or made to orgasm in some way. The males with cocks in cleavage already knew what was required. They all shifted their weight so that a full thrust between the waiting tits would bring the tip of their cock to the woman’s lips. Some of the third year boys knew they were getting dangerously close to shooting their loads all over their partners’ faces.

One or two of the young women screwed up their faces when their respective cocks started to bump against their mouths. There was a silvery fluid to contend with. Amanda, too, noticed the leakage from the tip of the cock thrusting through her cleavage.

“You may see some clear fluid from the piss hole at the end of the cock,” called out one of the female instructors. “There is no need to be concerned. This is pre-cum. Its a natural issue from the male cock. It reassures you that you are performing the technique correctly for the dominant male. Its also quite natural and healthy for you to taste and to swallow it.”

Amanda was grateful to be permitted to a small taste of a man’s ejaculate. Ever since Lis had mentioned swallowing her boyfriend’s cum, Amanda had been thinking about how that might feel and taste.

She became bold enough to extend her tongue just a little. She wanted to catch a taste of the boy’s cock and, especially, the wonderful fluid that must have been produced way down in his balls. Amanda found the mild taste very much to her liking.

In fact, the sensation of a cock head rubbing on the end of her tongue was a revelation for Amanda. She’d wanted to do it for so long. That boy in highschool had tried to force her. Being so young, Amanda had wondered whether she would revolt at such demands. Now she realised a quick lick on the tip was not enough. Amanda wanted more, to receive all of a man’s erection into her mouth.

Soon after that everyone was made to swap positions. It was time to try the more difficult technique of the woman being on top. In this position the submissive could be required to do more of the work for the titfuck. Everyone could see this was the more erotic position, when the submissive would truly serve and give some worship to the cock of her dominant. The fact it made it easier for him to play with her tits was part of the explanation for that.

Then the males swapped places and those who had waited took up their places. If the women hadn’t been so turned-on they might have thought it shallow to be exchanged like that. Lisbeth, for one, thought it a natural thing to expected to serve like that.

Everyone was reminded of the need to apply more lube or saliva to the woman’s tits. Though Jasminda, to her surprise, discovered that her smooth silky skin and a little perspiration was quite adequate.

With their new partners the women practiced titfucking while sitting or kneeling in front of the male. The students soon discovered the reason for special classes on titfucking. It would take some practice to know how to automatically adjust for things like the difference in height between man and submissive.

“This is more like I expected,” muttered one of the students. Everyone agreed. It felt wonderfully submissive to be “lying back and thinking of England”. When kneeling, however, the young women all felt they were being given a chance to really experience the life of a submissive.

Kneeling before a cock also gave a better opportunity to study and assess it. The young women now had a chance to ponder what kind of cock they liked best and could hope for in the future. None of them wanted something too small but most were afraid that their dominant might prove to have too much “prowess”.

Soon the instructors gave control of the class to the male students and the attendants. Their role as instructors was one of observing and providing advice to both sexes as they tried to master the art of titfucking.

What that meant, also, bursa escort was that the men could decide who took a turn and which position they wanted the young women to assume before plunging their cocks in. The women were just eager to comply and happy to go along with the direction of the class.

“Now ladies,” said an instructor. “This is not a class on oral and its not a class on cock worshipping or swallowing cum.” She paused and waited for those words to sink into the young minds. “But you may as well start to learn now, today, that service to a man includes receiving his cum.”

That sent another stir through the young students. There was so much sticky pre-cum on their skin already that everyone wanted to experience the real thing. They’d guessed correctly and everyone was to receive the prize of squirting semen.

“We will not expect these men, including these young ones, to have given you so much practice and then to not relieve themselves. That is not proper behaviour for promising young women such as yourselves. After tifucking you, the males will be permitted to unload themselves and they will no doubt shoot their cum onto you.

“It may land on your chest and your breasts, it may land on your neck and even your face.” Nearly thirty young women giggled and gasped at the very thought of it. “You will take their cum with proper respect. You will not pull a face or protest or complain. Some of you may even like to smile and thank them for their gift. But don’t worry, you’ll learn all about that in your later classes.”

With that the young women became even more eager to provide the most pleasure they could. Their heightened arousal was obvious to the men wielding their cocks and it was true the males hardly needed encouragement to enjoy the young cleavage provided for them. They thrust their hips harder at the young women, giving them an insight into the power and force they could expect when a man was truly aroused.

A couple of the female instructors chose to increase the levels of arousal even further. Pamela was one of those, moving around the room and softly tweaking the nipples of the female students. Of course that hardened those young teats and the sight made the men even more horny than before.

Naturally one of the third year boys was first to cum. He gave a loud cry as he finally lost his battle and his semen spewed over the young woman sitting in front of him. She cried out herself, more in delight at being the first to receive the experience. Some of the women students tried to watch and they were amazed at the power of the blasts the young man gave out. Thick white strands of man cum splashed against her chin and her ample breasts. Some of it even went high over her head and landed in her hair.

No-one wanted to be left out of such pleasures. The males and females redoubled their efforts. It was only the male attendants who were prepared to take their time. They’d experienced this many times before, of course, and they knew they’d get plenty more strokes between those young tits before they needed to fire their sticky cream over the waiting students.

It didn’t take much longer, however, before all the young women were wearing the results of their titfucking. Amanda took her first load from one of the third year boys. She was on her back, holding her tits dutifully. He smiled and said “nice tits” to her before his cock spewed out his semen. He had aimed carefully and his load spurted out onto Amanda’s chin and her neck.

She rejoiced in the sensation of that magical semen splashing and coating her skin. Now, with these older and males, she suddenly found herself excited at the thought and the sensation of semen spraying onto her. It made the whole idea of sexual service seem so complete.

In a flash another of the male students had pulled her onto her knees in front of his swollen phallus. After only a few thrusts his load was shooting out as well. He came with several long, thick streams that felt sensational as they landed on her chin and even her face.

Amanda didn’t protest. She was far too excited for that. She didn’t even realise that she was smiling as dollops of cum splattered onto her. The sticky white stuff covered her neck and she could feel it drooling down her skin. She had waited so long for this experience.

All around her were the moans and the laboured breathing of the third year boys who’d given their cum to the young women. Many of them were equally amazed at the efficacy of a titfuck and the ability to bring themselves to climax by using the tits of a slutty young woman.

There were giggles and laughs from the women students as, one after another, the males unloaded their balls over the eager pupils. To receive cum from a dominant man – well, it was disgusting when a high school boyfriend tried it but it seemed so “right” when the cum was delivered by the right kind of male.

Elissa, too, malatya escort managed a smile and a measure of satisfaction that she’s drawn the magical white stuff from her assigned cocks. “Service”, after all, was still service.

Too soon, however, the lesson was drawing to a close. “Right,” called out an instructor. “We need to finish up for tonight so the young ones can get some study done. Those of the men who have not unloaded on a pair of tits should do so now.” The males were groaning and the women were giggling, young and excited to have achieved what was previously forbidden, wearing man cum on their skin.

Amanda saw that Master Stephen, the reputed sadist, had taken Lisbeth for her final cum blasts. He had forced her to kneel in front of him and he thrust his cock between her tits with great force. Lis was struggling to contain him in her cleavage. When Master Stephen was ready he put one hand on the back of Lis’ head, forcing her to bend it forward and down. When he erupted between her tits, Amanda saw that he shot his cum straight into Lis’ face. Some of it even landed in her hair. More importantly, some of the Master’s cum had shot into Lis’ open, waiting mouth.

Once released, Lis gave Master Stephen a big smile. Unlike some of her peers, the young Dane had already experienced receiving a load of semen in her mouth and swallowing it. She had traded that humiliation for the thrill of a teenage spanking. Compared to that, being “facialed” by Master Stephen was an honour and a joy.

Some of the young women picked up their clothes, at the same time moving to wipe off the cum. “No no,” shouted an instructor. “That is male cum. Unless given permission you leave it there to dry nicely on your skin as a mark of your submission.”

With that everyone was sent, still stark naked, back through the hallways to their rooms. The cum they had received was still drying on their skin. The students wore it proudly although a couple of them were less impressed to have globs of semen stuck in their hair. All of them would need to shower before dinner.

The conversation that night was about the many different cocks each of them had seen and felt. Even Lisbeth, who’d seen more cocks than her roommates, was excited to recount her experiences and what she’d felt when being tifucked. The students compared the various places where they had received cum from the males. Those who’d been lucky enough to taste cock juice were especially satisfied. Most had gotten some in their hair. They all remembered what they’d been told, however, and not one of them complained.

The instructors had intended that the young women would return to their academic work after dinner. Most of them did make a real effort. Unfortunately, many more found ways to masturbate until their young cunts couldn’t take any more. Grace was so horny and excited she insisted on masturbating in full view of the roommates.

Two nights later the exercise was repeated. First one of the instructors explained their error from the previous class. “Many of you have not done cock worship and facials yet. But let me remind you now that when your dominant, or any man, puts his cum on your skin, especially on your face, he means for you to wear it for him. By doing so you will honour your dominant. So no wiping until you are given permission.”

Then the class began. The women students were so much more confident this time and some managed to vocalise their thoughts. Even Elissa, the confirmed lesbian, couldn’t help herself tell one of the third year boys that “I love the way your hard cock feels between my boobs”. For her efforts she later received a massive load of his cum on her chin and neck.

Little brown Jas was apologetic to her boys. “My bust is so small. I’m sorry its not as fun to use me as the other girls.” But both the third years reassured little Jas of just how good she was. “No way,” said one. “You have totally gorgeous tits. I’m ready to cover them with my cum.”

Amanda was lucky enough on the second night to have two of the male attendants for her to service. She enjoyed the older men and their quiet confidence. The staff were chosen in part for their larger cocks and, moreover, they wielded them differently to the boys. This was the best of her classes to date as she concentrated on serving two older, experienced men. She was grateful that both were large enough they could stick the head of their cocks into her mouth at the end of each thrust. When they came, both men were kind enough to aim a few drops of their precious fluid onto Amanda’s lips. She greedily licked and swallowed the sticky stuff.

Even on this second part of the class, however, the staff noted that a couple of pupils didn’t react so well to the sensation of flying cum landing on their skin. Several instructors exchanged knowing looks. Those two had not smiled and appreciated the gift they received. Nor properly thanked the males who’d provided it. Even then, some of the staff noted the names of those young women and began to plan some remedial “instruction”.

Later, Amanda returned to her room to find a message. She was to report immediately to the office of Mistress Rose. The student quickly pulled some clothes over her body, with the almost dried man juice sticking nicely to the material.

“Grace, Sweetheart?” Kathy kind voice urges me awake. “I just want to let you know that Emmett’s on his way back from his sleepover.”

I blink my eyes against the bright white of the sunlit walls around me. I’m in a bed, but not the red four poster bed of the upper floor; this room looks far less daunting. It’s morning, which means it is Monday in the real world. I have a job and a life to get back to.

“I have work at 8, what time is it?”

“Oh, honey, it’s 9:30, I’m so sorry.”

I jump up. This can’t be happening. I’m never late and Michelle is absolutely going to kill me. I brave a glance at my phone and I, indeed, have several missed calls from 85. I text Michelle that I overslept and that I’m on the way. Then I give Kathy a quick thanks as she shows me out of the master bedroom and to the front door.

It is a panicked and uncomfortable drive to the coffee shop as I watch the seconds tick farther along on the dashboard, dreading the scolding that Michelle will surely give me. At worst, I’ll be fired from the best job I’ve ever had and all because I was stupid enough to stay out all night doing insanely questionable things with strangers.

My mind drifts to last night as I drive and my heartrate slows. It wasn’t as scary or bad as I’d feared. And it had all worked out hadn’t it? All of my misplaced anxiety over being taken advantage of or left alone was unfounded and Richard and Kathy had turned out to actually be the decent, honest people I trusted them to be.

So, if their agenda really wasn’t fethiye escort to harm me, then I had to come to terms with the idea that they truly saw something special or unique in me that made them want to share with me the intimate details of their home and their relationship. I know it isn’t the way I look. I mean, I look fine but just average. My hips are too wide for my narrow shoulders and I’m not particularly firm like Nicole is. My eyes are dull hazel, not sparkling green like Kathy’s, and they sit in a round, baby face. The only thing I like about my face is my nose, which slopes nicely down into a button end, and is accented by a splash of freckles that looks as if they were painted on. Those same freckles got me teased for years when I was younger but now people are using make-up to create what I was already born with. The point is, I guess I could be called cute, but not especially beautiful or sexy.

I pull into the parking lot at head into 85. Michelle is busy with customers at the register, she doesn’t trust any of us to do that job after money started going missing six months ago, so she does it herself. That suits me well enough, because then I always get my claim of the best task in the store: the pastry case.

The pastry case, however, has already been stocked this morning and not in the artful way that I usually do it, with multiple tiers with careful attention to complimentary sizes and shapes, and how they fit next to one another. I usually also single alanya escort out a display slice, if cake was in the order, and showcase it on a decorative plate. If there’s one thing I’ve come to trust, it’s my artistic eye, and I’m positive that the sloppy way the cinnamon rolls, pies, and cake pops have been thrown in will cost us sales. I frown. I will fix it later if I have time.

I go through my usual motions of putting on my apron and punching in before checking out what the order line up looks like.

“Overslept, huh?” Michelle laughs from behind me, as I pour a cappuccino.

“I am so sorry, Michelle. I promise it won’t happen again.”

The fact that what I was doing last night was so scandalous floods me with even more guilt than I already feel. Not only was I late, but I was late because I was letting strangers tie me up! No…not strangers, not anymore. Surely by now we were at least friends and who knows exactly what you’re supposed to call this kind of friendship.

I use a stir stick to finish off the drink with a leaf pattern and call the name on the ticket. And then it’s back to the front of the line again, but not before looking back at Michelle.

“Were you running the morning rush by yourself?” I ask, incredulous.

“Yup,” Michelle says proudly, holding up a peace sign and posing for me. “because I’m awesome.”

She may be a little neurotic, but I will admit that she is one hell of a manager. I watch her pull her dark braids manavgat escort back into a high pony tail and notice that she’s been sweating. She must have had quite a morning.

“You are. And I am so not awesome for leaving you hanging,” I pout.

“You’re worrying too much now, Grace, just catch up on the orders and we’ll be square.”

So I do. I run through several Americanos (even though they are the worst drink because they’re so bitter and you can’t even decorate them), more cappuccinos, and some house specialty lattes. Work flies by as it usually does when it’s just Michelle and I. She doesn’t talk very much and neither do I so I tend to get absorbed in my barista task and it totally floods my brain, blocking out everything else. Even though I probably look like a mad woman making four coffees at once, it’s one of the few times I stop worrying long enough to feel calm.

Then worry creeps back in as I remember the pastry case. With all the orders finished, and Michelle on cleaning duty, I take it upon myself to go over to fix it.

I slide open the glass door and take in the sweet smell of cinnamon as I remove one of the pies first but, as I look through the other side of the glass I see someone walk in the door and I almost drop the pie I’m holding. I quickly straighten and shuffle behind the espresso machines, peering between them at the curvy, dark-haired girl with the unmistakable bug-eyed fairy tattoo sleeve swaggering through the front door.

“What can we get for you today?” I hear Michelle’s usual script.

“I’m looking for Grace,” I hear a familiar voice, deep yet feminine. It is undeniably her.

I turn towards the counter and take in the details of her, Long black curls, tan skin and dark piercing eyes on a large hourglass frame. This is the woman I fell for.

I draw a breath and meet her gaze, “Hello, Bethany.”

I would urge the reader to first read the three part Ginny’s Auction series before reading this, although you certainly can. These stories are not for everyone. Remember, this is fantasy…mostly. Your comments and votes are really appreciated. Thank you.

*****

We have been married for nearly eleven years. My name is Mike and I am a college history instructor. My wife, Ginny, is 29 and a receptionist at a medical company. Ginny is a submissive and I am a dominant, if truth be told, who loves watching Ginny be dominated by other people.

After our meeting with Jonathan the previous night, it had been decided that my wife Ginny would put herself up for auction as a sex slave for a second time. Her first auction saw her sold for a weekend. This time it would be for one week. There would be some limits on discipline, none on the humiliation, except no verbal humiliation, and virtual none on sexual activity. Ginny had agreed, that if her buyers wanted to pierce her nipples or clit, she would allow it. Jonathan was to get back with us when a date and location had been agreed.

The previous week had been a rough one for Ginny. She was late with a report and got chewed out by her boss. The result of that was she was snotty to me all week and last night I had enough and told her she was going to get spanked. She didn’t protest when she climbed over my lap for a really good spanking. After the spanking I made Ginny walk naked to Jonathan’s house two blocks away. We had done this before, always at night, but this time, a neighbor, Mrs. Carlson, a fifty five year old widow, saw us. She was told that Ginny was being punished. She had been spanked and had to walk to our friend Jonathan’s house naked. Mrs. Carlson wanted to see Ginny’s spanked ass and I had her turn around to show her. She confided during our brief conversation that her husband used to spank her. After tweaking Ginny’s nipples she left and we continued to Jonathan’s.

I half kidded with Ginny that I should invite Mrs. Carlson over to witness the second spanking Ginny was to receive for her behavior the day before. Ginny, who was always nude around the house was looking like she was deep in thought.

“Ginny, what’s the matter?”

“Are you really going to invite Mrs. Carlson over to watch me get spanked. I keep thinking about the auction and I am really getting worked up. A little kink tonight wouldn’t be bad considering I have to go to work tomorrow and be with my boss and the other people in the office.”

Ginny never told me a great deal about her work. I knew her boss was a Mr. Allen and she said that there were 5 or 6 other people who worked in her office. The company she worked for made medical equipment and the headquarters and plant was out of state. Besides that, all I knew was that she was low person on the totem pole. But, it provided some income and until recently, she never complained.

I told Ginny to stand in the middle of the floor with her legs spread and her hands behind her head. “Elbows back, Ginny. I will be back shortly.”

I put on my jacket and dashed over to Mrs. Carlson’s house, two doors down. I rang her bell and she answered.

“Mike, hello. Where’s Ginny? Is everything alright?”

I explained that everything was fine and I wanted to know if she would like to come over and watch Ginny be spanked. I said if she didn’t that wouldn’t be a problem, but that she seemed interested last night.

“Oh, yes. I am interested. I told you last night that my husband liked to play those games with me. Since he died, I really missed it. Do you think Ginny would mind?”

I told Mrs. C, as I called her, that Ginny was all for it and was waiting for me to return to give her the second spanking.

“Uh, Mike, that’s not exactly what I meant. Would Ginny mind if you spanked me, too?”

I laughed and told her not at all.

“What do you want me to wear?”

I asked Mrs. C what her husband had her wear when he spanked her. She smiled innocently and looked at the floor.

“I was never allowed to wear anything.”

I told Mrs. C to go get undressed and put on a robe and shoes. Mrs. C disappeared upstairs and returned wearing a terry cloth robe and a pair of sneakers. She closed her door and we walked back to our house.

I opened our door and let Mrs. C enter.

“Oh, my” said Mrs. Carlson when she saw Ginny standing in position in our living room. “Someone has been naughty.”

Mrs. C went toward Ginny and just as she did last night, and pulled on Ginny’s nipples. But unlike last night, she was not only pulling on her nipples, but was twisting them, too. This caused Ginny to moan out loud.

I told Mrs. C to sit on the couch so she could watch.

“Please, both of you call me Grace. It seems like we will have few secrets between us very shortly, so Grace, please.”

I told Grace to take off her shoes and get comfortable as I sat in a chair and summoned Ginny to me. She draped herself across my lap and I held her by the waist. I began bahçelievler escort to spank Ginny’s gorgeous butt. After 15 swats, Ginny was squirming. But my concentration was broken when Grace said, “Mike, move your right leg and drape it around her left leg and force her legs apart, please.”

I did as she asked and realized I had opened all of Ginny’s charms to Graces gaze. I continued to spank Ginny and she was really moving around my lap. Grace was staring in total rapture when I stopped. I told Ginny to get up and stand to my left. When she complied I told Grace that it was time for her spanking and to remove her robe. She did as she was told leaving the robe on the chair. Never paying that much attention to her whenever I saw her in the street, I was frankly amazed at her body. Her breasts were smaller than Ginny’s but not really sagging. Maybe a few pounds overweight but not much. She had a patch of medium density pubic hair. If she is going to continue to play with us, that will have to go. I didn’t see her ass until I told to lay over my lap. Her ass was bigger than Ginny’s but not flabby. Apparently, Grace tried to keep herself fit.

I began to spank her. Lightly at first, but picking up the sharpness of my slaps as we proceeded. I hooked my leg around hers and spread her open, sliding one finger into her very wet pussy. Soon, there were three fingers in her. I stopped and proceeded to give her 20 hard spanks, alternating cheeks. When I finished, she was flushed and was begging to cum.

“Go sit on the chair where your robe is and drape your legs over the side. Ginny, you know what to do. Don’t stop until Grace gets off,” I said.

Ginny crawled over to where Grace was now sitting, her legs spread over the arms of the chair. Ginny buried her face in Grace’s pussy. Grace was humping Ginny’s face as her moans turned to screams. As her orgasm eased, Ginny kept her mouth going on Grace’s clit until she begged Ginny to stop. Ginny dragged her tongue over Grace’s clit and moved away. Ginny was wiping Grace’s juices from her face as Grace kept her legs spread over the arms of the chair, panting to catch her breath.

I began to undress and motioned for Ginny to start sucking my cock. I told Grace to get on the floor with her head down and ass up. As Ginny was doing an excellent job of sucking, I really didn’t want her to stop, but I wanted to fuck Grace. I pulled out of Ginny and buried my cock in Grace’s upturned pussy. As I pumped in and out of Grace I told Ginny to lie down next to Grace. I pulled out of Grace and slid right into Ginny and I didn’t leave her pussy until I came. I slapped Grace on her ass and told her to eat out Ginny and to get all my come out of Ginny and not to stop until Ginny came.

Grace went to work, slurping up my cum from Ginny. Ginny wrapped her legs around Grace as she came. We all just laid on the floor exhausted.

“I had no idea just how much I missed that. Thank you, both,” said Grace. “Would you mind me asking how you got into the spanking and domination games?”

I asked Ginny if she wanted to tell our story. She told Grace of our card games and her nude walks and humiliation with Jonathan. She stopped here, not knowing if she should continue. Grace sensed her uneasiness and told Ginny not to hold back and that she would never judge especially after what we just did.

“One night a few months ago, I told Mike of a fantasy I had that almost consumed me,” said Ginny. “Mike has been a dream in trying to make all my fantasies come true. With some help, he made this one happen, too.”

“Well are you going to tell me?” Grace wanted to know.

Ginny took a breath and said, “I wanted to be auctioned off as a sex slave for a weekend.”

“So, Mike set this up with friends, right? Just pretend.”

“Uh, no Grace,” Ginny said. “We didn’t know the people who were bidding and we got to keep the money, $33,000. There were a few limits, like no permanent marks or cutting my hair. But anything else was allowed. I did have a limit on how many men could use me at one time.”

“How many?”

“3.”

“Did you do 3 at one time?” Grace asked.

“Yes, I did. But it could have been better.” Ginny explained what had happened when Michelle turned up unexpectedly.

Ginny went on to retell all of her experiences with Robert and Ellen and their guests.

“Since you know everything about us now, Grace,” Ginny continued, “you should know that Mike and I have agreed that I would put myself up for auction again, only this time with less limits and for a week.”

Grace was speechless. Grace wanted to know if Ginny was really sure about this decision. Ginny assured her she was and that she spent a great deal of time thinking about it.

“Well, I am sure I couldn’t afford you, Ginny,” said Grace, “but I would give anything to watch you being sold.”

I said I would speak to the person overseeing Ginny’s auction and if it was alright, you bağcılar escort could go.

We saw the time and since Ginny and I had to work the next day, we called it a night. Grace put on her robe, kissed each of us, and left. Ginny and I went to bed.

We talked about our experience with Grace during the week. “The biggest turn on,” Ginny said one evening, “was thinking how humiliating it would be to have someone who knew me watch me being sold. Last time it was you and Jonathan, but we needed Jonathan to set up and conduct the auction. I mean, with Grace it would be different.”

“That gives me an idea! Why don’t I call up your mom and dad and they could watch, too.” I said.

“Mike! You wouldn’t!”

“You know, you should be glad you didn’t say I wouldn’t dare! But, your folks are pretty liberal. They might get a kick out of seeing their oldest naked on the auction block! They’re coming for dinner next week, are you going to be naked?”

“I don’t know,” Ginny said. “I was thinking about it. Might be the time.” She smiled that smile at me.

Ginny’s parents , Don and Carol, arrived a week later for Sunday dinner. I took them into the living room and offered drinks. I said, “Ginny will be out in a minute but I need to tell you something and no, she is not expecting. We hope next year. But I want to tell you something that may be hard to understand or accept. Around the house, when Ginny gets home from work, she gets undressed and stays undressed until it’s time to go to work the next day. She stays nude all weekend. She would not object to being naked in front of you, but would understand and dress if you wanted.”

I waited for their reaction.

Carol spoke first. “Do you get naked, too?”

“Only when we are having sex,” I smiled as I said that.

Don spoke up and said that they would support their daughter. “We always have and we always will. But, I still have some questions.”

At that point, Ginny came in to the room. As advertised she was naked.

“You even shaved your pussy!” her mother said.

“No, mom. I get a waxing.” Ginny went to her mom and hugged her, then her father.

“Well,” said Don, “you have two of your mother’s best points. Turn around, Ginny.”

Ginny turned her back on her father bending ever so slightly so that Don got a good look at Ginny’s ass.

“Nope, I was wrong,” Don said. “you got three of her best points.”

We all laughed but I caught Carol staring at her daughter.

Ginny made a wonderful dinner and after the dishes were removed we went into the living room. Don and Carol sat on the couch, I sat on the chair that had once been occupied by Grace. Ginny went to sit on the love seat by her mother.

Before she could sit, her mother said, “Ginny please come here a minute.”

Ginny complied and when she approached her mother, she had her turn around. Carol traced a line on Ginny’s butt that was a fading remnant of a paddling I had given Ginny a few days earlier. Carol patted Ginny’s butt and said, “thank you, sweetheart.”

Ginny sat down.

Looking at her husband, Carol said, “How long have you been submissive?”

Don looked at his wife wide eyed.

I was going to say something but Ginny cut me off.

“For a long time. I didn’t really begin to realize it until 2 or so years ago. Mike helped me find myself. He has been unbelievably supportive .”

Don then said in a very stern tone, ” Are you being forced to be submissive or is it of your own free will?”

“Totally my choice,” Ginny said.

“Do other people dominate you?” Carol wanted to know.

“Yes, sometimes.”

Don wanted to know if Ginny was ever in danger.

“No,”I said. “It is well controlled.”

Carol was looking at Ginny with a small smile. She asked Ginny what she enjoyed the most from being submissive.

Ginny said, “Well, the domination part is always a turn on, even the painful ones but I really love the humiliation most of all. I don’t know why.”

“What is the most humiliating thing you’ve done?” Carol asked.

Ginny thought for a moment. Was it having to take out a butt plug from her ass while Jonathan and Mike watched? Being on display bound and blindfolded before being auctioned off as a sex slave? “I don’t know if I can pick one,” Ginny answered.

Don said, “Mike, you are one fortunate man.”

“Don’t I know it.” Mike said.

After Ginny’s parents left, Ginny said, ” That was interesting. I suppose family get togethers will be more fun,”

A week after the dinner with Ginny’s parents, Jonathan called. He wanted us to come over. I said we would see him in a bit. It was too cold for Ginny to walk over nude, but we drove over and really feeling the cold, Ginny sprinted to Jonathan’s door, naked of course.

Jonathan let us in and hugged Ginny, not missing the opportunity to rub and pat her ass. Jonathan started right in.

“Here’s what we have. ümraniye escort The catering hall of Robert and Ellen will not be available on any weekend until the first Saturday in April.”

Ginny looked crestfallen. “That’s seven weeks away,” she said

“Yes,”said Jonathan. “I know. But, Robert and Ellen promised something special for the display portion. Let’s talk about limits.”

Jonathan went over what we had previously discussed. “Ok. Let’s see. No marks that won’t fade away in 2-3 weeks. Multiple partners but no gang bangs, no more than three guys at a time and no more than 2 groups of three, let’s say, every 12 hours? Ginny if you agree to that, you could have six guys up your ass in a day.”

Ginny thought a moment and said, “I’m ok with that.” She was smiling when she said it.

Jonathan continued. “Well, golden showers are in but nothing else in that area of activity, correct?”

“Correct,” said Ginny.

“No limits as far as women go?”

“Nope.”

“You have agreed that if requested of you by the winning bidders, the only exception to the permanent marks would be to have your nipples and clit pierced.”

Ginny said yes to this but added a proviso, “They jewelry must be removable.”

“Yes, good point.” Jonathan said.

“Ok, unless there is anything else, that should cover everything. There will be 45 people in attendance. Most are couples, a few single men and women. More women that last time.”

“We do have one request,” I said. We have a neighbor who you may know, Grace Carlson.”

“Yes, I know her. Her late husband and her sometimes came to our get togethers,” said Jonathan.

“Well,” Ginny said, “I would like her to attend, if possible. I think it would add to my humiliation if someone I knew was there. She’s as old as my mom, so I think it would be a bit kinky.”

Jonathan said, “that it shouldn’t be a problem.”

Ginny excused herself.

Jonathan took her temporary absence to let me know that there should be no problems with any bidder not following the limits and the rules.

“I think that Ginny will come home sore, but very satisfied. In my preliminary discussions with potential bidders, they all plan some type of group scene and one or two had really outstanding humiliation scenes worked out.”

“You know,” I said, “that is important for Ginny. Being humiliated is really a strong kink with her. 45 people. That seems like a lot. The bidding could get interesting.”

“Yes, indeed,” said Jonathan.”You may get upwards of $100,000 for Ginny’s services. I was surprised that one couple dropped out once I began to circulate the brochure with Ginny’s pictures in it. Thought for sure they would be interested because they have always been keen on the kinky things the group does. Oh, I almost forgot. The group would like you and Ginny to join once this sale is over, if your interested.”

“I think we would be delighted,” I said.

Ginny came back into the room and sat on my lap. I rubbed her back and told her about being invited to join the club that Jonathan kept referring to. She was excited. So excited that she got of my lap and unzipping my fly and wiggled her ass in the direction of Jonathan. He didn’t need any other hints. He was naked and deep into Ginny’s pussy as she continued to suck on me. Jonathan began to really pound Ginny’s pussy. He groaned as he came and and Ginny had my cock all the way down her throat and gagged when I began cum.

When we had disentangled, Jonathan said that the next he would be lucky to have Ginny, he was going to have her ass. “That would complete the trifecta!”

The next seven weeks passed slowly for Ginny. She was anticipating the auction and wondered who would win the bidding and own her for one week. All sorts of images and questions flashed through her mind. What did Robert and Ellen plan for her preview that was going to be special? Just how many people was she going to have to service? How would she be able to go to work if she was too bruised or unable to sit comfortably. She had already taken vacation time to cover the time she would be serving as a sex slave. She thought, although briefly, that her boss, Mr. Allen, had a weird smile when she had submitted her Request for Vacation form. She also had thought about what Jonathan had said about the number of cocks she would have to take up her ass.

Mike was being very attentive. He had Grace come over one night for some fun and the two women shared Mike’s cock and he had paddled them both but went easy on Ginny because he didn’t want her marked before the auction.

The day before the auction, Ginny had been to her salon for her waxing and having her hair done. That night she just snuggled with Mike on the couch. Jonathan had called and told them to be at Robert and Ellen’s catering hall by 7:30. Jonathan said to bring an assortment of toys that the bidders could use on Ginny during the preview. Jonathan said that there would be no need for cuffs. Robert and Ellen have provided. Jonathan told Mike to go through the same clean out of Ginny that they had done before. They slept, but how well was debatable.

Late that afternoon, Ginny gave herself the clean out enemas. When she was done, Mike put generous amounts of lube in her ass. Ginny applied her makeup, put on her heels and a robe. They drove to Grace’s house and picked her up.

I stomped around inside my barn hot and frustrated. The new farrier was on his way out to put shoes on my horse and I wasn’t happy that the farrier I had been using for the last 5 years had move. Now I had to find someone new who could meet my high expectations. I had already met with five different farriers, none of which knew their ass from a hole in the ground about horses. I had the daunting task of telling yet another one that I was a woman and I could shoe a horse better. To top things off I had spent the last hour and a half chasing my horse around the pasture. I looked at my watch to see he was already ten minutes late. I stripped my hoodie leaving my tan skin exposed where my tank top didn’t cover. Sweat rolled down my neck and surrounded my oversized breast. I picked up a soft brush and hastily brushed my horse in an effort to make time fly.

Every time I bent over to brush her legs my boobs fought to be released out of the top of my shirt. Normally I would cover them but since I was alone I didn’t care. I bent over to brush my mares back legs and she was standing awkwardly not allowing me to brush the inside of her legs. With my hand I asked her to move her feet, when she didn’t respond my temper flared and I hit her leg with the bristle side of the brush. A little startled and frustrated to she picked up her foot and kicked my calf. The blow wasn’t hard enough to hurt but it broke the dam that was controlling all my anger and frustration. I stood up straight and threw my brush into her side. I raised my hand to slap her ass repeatedly. A firm hand caught my wrist and spun me around until I was met by rich hazel eyes. Although he never spoke a word his eyes told me to stop now. üsküdar escort Not even sure who he was or where I came from I jerked my arm back but his strong hand never let go.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” My anger burned.

“I’m your new farrier.” He still held my wrist.

“Bullshit! You can get back in your truck and go back to where ever in the hell you came from!” I wasn’t gonna let a man who was accustom to manhandling women anywhere near me or my animals.

“It seems to me like you need to be taught a lesson.” He pointed to my horse.

“I will not keep a horse that kicks, I will not tolerated rude behavior sir, lest she turns out like you!”

“And it looks like she will not have an owner who is short tempered. And I agree, so I’m gonna help her out.” In a swift move he twisted my arm behind my back and pushed me into the tack room. Once inside the room he paused for a few moments looking around the room.

My heart raced and I couldn’t believe that this was happening to me in my own barn. I had no idea what was going to happen next but I knew if I struggled it would only be worse. My body told me I needed to escape but from somewhere inside, I knew I needed to stay calm.

He pushed me over to a saddle stand and pushed me over the saddle sitting on it. With his free hand he took down a hand braided rawhide and leather quirt and my heart raced even faster. My head began to spin and I tried to deny that any part of this was exciting me.

“I must say, I thought you’d put up more of a struggle,” he positioned himself beside me.

“If I struggle, you’ll break my arm.” gaziemir escort I tried to sound indignant.

“No baby girl, I won’t break your arm. I will never hurt you, but I will give you want you need.” With that he raised his hand and let my quirt drop across my perfectly positioned ass. I buried my face in the seat of the saddle and squealed. My free hand grab the cantle. My ass burned and I could feel my pussy getting wet.

“It is unbecoming of a young lady to lose her temper.” He laid the quirt across my round ass again. I moaned in pleasure and pain. My heart raced so fast I could barely breath. Again he brought the leather across my ass, harder than the first two times making my body shake.

“Take your pants down.” He commanded.

“Are you mad?” I objected. Again I felt the sting across my ass and I could feel the welts starting to form. Quickly I shot up and used my free hand to unbutton my pants.

“Slower.” He found an empty chair and sat down facing me. Now using both hands I slowly removed my jeans with nothing protecting my trimmed pussy but a lace thong.

“I can see you are enjoying this.” He commented on the wet spot creeping up my panties. “Take everything off.” He adjust his cock that was beginning to peek through his jeans. Awkwardly I gave him a strip tease. When I was naked in front of him, my nipples hard and my pussy almost dripping, he motioned me to him and then motioned me to turn around. His hands traced the welts on my pink ass. Then his tongue traced them as well.

“Bend over, hands flat on the floor.” He directed.

“What for?!” I tried to turn around.

“Do sancaktepe escort as I say young lady!” His rough hands straightened my hips and then he pushed my shoulders forward as he stood pulling my exposed ass into him.

With my hands and feet flat on the ground he walked around me, letting his fingers trail around my open ass. My pussy began to tighten with anticipation and I could feel my juices running down my legs. He stopped at my head and carefully placed his feet inside my outstretched arms. His hands massaged my ass starting at the top, moving down and inward.

“Spread your feet more.” I did as I was told and his fingers teases me rubbing every inch except where I needed it most. A loud crack stunned me and I felt my ass burn. Again and again his hand left its mark on my now red flesh.

“Do we understand how important it is young lady to always keep our composure?”

“YES!” I cried out. Twice more his correction found its mark.

“I’m sorry, that’s not a proper response.” He waited for me.

“YES SIR!” I wiggled my ass hoping it was time for him to fuck me.

“Good girl.” He moved around behind me and reached over the top of me pulling me up by my hair with one hand and fingering my dripping pussy with the other. He pulled my hair down until I was looking at the ceiling. He shoved his wet fingers in my mouth and I eagerly lick every bit of myself off of him. He took his fingers away and returned them to my clit rubbing while I moaned louder and louder. Just before I started to cum he stopped. I began to whimper and he grabbed my hair and pushed me to the saddled rack again shoving my face onto the seat. Without warning his hard cock jammed into my pussy and I shot up screaming with pleasure. Again twice his hand disciplined me for leave where he had placed me. Slowly and deeply he entered me leaving no space between us. The more I screamed the faster he fucked me until neither of us could take it and we both exploded until I fell limp over the saddle in front of me him still inside me.

Jackson (Jack for short) and Ben had been friends for as long as they could remember. They played little league baseball together, as well as high school basketball and baseball, were neighbors, took all the same classes in high school, and were going to the same college. They also both not only had birthdays in July, but shared the same birthday! Hell, their baby showers were thrown together! It’s no surprise, then, that their eighteenth birthday was a blast for both of them.

Ben’s house was bigger, with two stories and a wraparound porch, so both families gathered there to celebrate: Jack’s parents, his older brother, and his grandparents along with Ben’s parents, his younger and older sisters, and his grandparents. After the party, both boys went out and exercised their rights as adults, buying condoms, cigarettes they’d never smoke, and porn. Then they went back to Ben’s for the night. Jack stopped off at home just long enough to hide the porn, shove a condom in his wallet (as if), and head back over to Ben’s. Ben’s parents had had to leave right after the boys’ party for a conference six hours away and wouldn’t be back for a couple of days, but Ben and Jack couldn’t care less. That just meant they could be louder! Ben’s younger sister, Jenna, was staying with friends, as always, and his moody older sister, Cameron, stayed in her room on the computer all the time. She was very social, but her parents teased and bothered her incessantly when she was home, so if she had to be home for the summer, she was seeing them as little as possible.

To be honest, Jack thought Cameron was hot. She was only a year older than he and Ben, at nineteen, so he had watched her grow from a skinny, brunette stick of a girl to an extremely attractive woman, and all at the same time he developed his own physical attributes. She tended to wear too much makeup and baggy clothes, but she ran long distance for their school’s track team and played tennis in the off season, so her body was in perfect shape. Her eyes were huge, and a gorgeous emerald green, supported by high cheekbones and supple lips. She just liked to hide it with heavy mascara and thick lipstick. Cameron’s breasts developed early, so she was the first girl boys ever noticed, and her figure was great. Jack couldn’t understand why she always dated total assholes; she either had no self-esteem or some deep-seated problem she was dealing with, and both were a shame.

More than once he caught himself wondering what she looked like underneath her perpetual hoodie/sweat pants combination, and slowly rubbing his groin at the thought of her in the locker room or shower. He always took the chance to glance in the laundry room at his best friend’s house to see what panties she’d been wearing lately. For all her mild demeanor and introverted activity at home, he knew she had to be sexually active and was strikingly beautiful, and her thongs showed it. She loved lace in intricate patterns, bows and charms, and the color green. He almost stole a thin lace G-string of hers from a laundry basket once, but decided that not only was it probably expensive, but it wasn’t worth the mental anguish to desire her. She was distant, older, his friend’s sister, and out of his league. Despite his efforts, he desired her intensely, of course, so he might as well have taken the panties anyway. He just wished there was a way she could think of him in the same manner. One time, a year previous, Jack thought she had finally seen him as a man and not just her brother’s friend, and she might have been worth pursuing then, but that opportunity was past.

Ben’s parents had bought a huge aboveground pool at a bargain price in middle of the summer, and both kids immediately had friends over, so the backyard was crowded with teens. Jack and Ben were both seventeen, as were most of their friends, and Cameron’s demographic was the same but a year in advance. It was one of those rare times Cameron eschewed her sweats for a bikini (dark green, of course, with pink polka dots) and joined the adolescent fun. They all swam together, some of Ben and Jack’s friends hitting on Cameron’s, and they all had a good time. The girls swam, then oiled and sunned. The boys swam, fought, splashed, threw the girls into the water, and thought about girls sunning and oiling. Lunch was provided, with lemonade, and the vast majority of the day was frittered away in frivolity.

Things began to slow down in the late afternoon, and friends slowly started drifting away to cars and homes of their own. Jack had been lounging in the sun for a couple hours, Ben was “escorting” one of Cameron’s friends to her car, probably hoping to score a date. Cameron herself had gone in for towels, though they were unnecessary given the egress of all the revelers. Jack was as relaxed as could be, just soaking up the sun’s heat, and thinking of Cameron’s ass in her bikini. He had been thinking of that ass, and her body in general, with increasing frequency the past year or so. She had become an object of his sexual affection whether he wanted her to be or not. Before he could stop it, the sun and his mental image had raised his cock up to full attention in his swimming çeşme escort trunks, visible to any who could see him, a veritable umbrella pole over the deck chair in which he was splayed out.

Quickly, he jumped up and ran for the house, needing the air conditioning and a cold drink to take his mind off Cam’s curves. He bounded for the glass doors to the kitchen, his boner swinging in front of him. Up to the deck in two strides, he looked down to step over the door frame onto the kitchen tile and BAM! He collided with Cameron returning with her towels, the last person he wanted on his mind. He staggered backward to the door, keeping his balance, but Cameron forcefully sat down on the floor, knocked to the ground, tits bobbing in her scanty top, and towels everywhere. She looked up with wide eyes, startled, and the first thing she could see was Jack’s dick at eye level. It was so close she could see the rim of his cockhead outlined through the fabric, and it pointed straight at her, almost in accusation. She couldn’t help but gasp as she reflexively gauged its rigid girth. She looked away quickly, gathering towels, but not fast enough.

“G-g-g-gosh I’m sorry, Cam!” Jack said, mortified at his clumsiness and his all-too-obvious arousal. “Are you alright?” He silently willed his erection to soften, but if anything her gaze had solidified it. He saw her initial stare and knew the first thing in front of her eyes and at the fore of her thoughts was his boner. He grabbed two towels as fast as he could, trying to look nonchalant as he held them in front of his groin.

“I’m fine, Jack, but for God’s sakes do you have to run everywhere?” She rose to her feet, her eyes level with his chin, looking up at him and smiling. “A bruised tail bone is just what I need for my run tomorrow morning. If I miss one day, I’ll miss five, then weeks! Then I’ll be fat and out of shape, and then I’ll really catch shit from Mom and Dad! It’s all they can do to keep from nagging me in my sleep! Give me those.”

Jack had been staring at her hairline, something more boring than those deep green eyes, and almost sighed in relief when she whipped the towels out of his hands to reveal nothing but the usual soft bulge of his package. “Sorry, sorry, Cam. You know you could never get fat!” He laughed and scooted past her, eager to be away and desperate for a cold shower, trying not to think about how cute she looked when she tried to act angry. She sighed as well and went outside, thinking loudly to herself. When did he get muscles? She could iron clothes on those abs! He had finally grown taller than her, and suddenly all she could look at was his torso, his smile, his ass, and his sparkling blue eyes. And his package. What was he thinking about out there? That must have been at least seven inches long! I wonder how many girls he’s had. He can’t be any worse than the guys I’ve dated. Oh, were he eighteen, and were I single! She left it there, as oblivious to his desires as he was to hers.

Jack almost pushed it farther after that, knowing she had finally come to terms with his masculine sensuality. He had only had sex once, with his last girlfriend, and she had been as cold as an iceberg. She lay there, letting him do all the work, and hitting him for accidentally getting cum on her face. She blamed him for her own inadequacy and they broke up soon afterward. Cameron had been with multiple guys, and enjoyed the sex she had with them, but they were all vain and immature, and she had some sexual preferences she didn’t want to share. She had never been desperate enough to be herself in bed.

Both she and Jack went their separate ways, and stayed casual friends, not letting the memory of that incident fade, but not talking about it. Another year slipped by.

The two boys might as well have been alone in the house, for all they cared. Ben’s room was in the back corner of the main floor, away from everything but the laundry room, and they reveled in their seclusion. They both lounged in shorts, talking about girls they liked while blaring music. Both were eager for college in the fall: for coeds, more sex, and less drama. Neither of them had much luck with girls in high school. Ben liked older girls, and was extremely intelligent. He tended to intimidate the small selection of women at their high school, despite the physique basketball and baseball had given him. Jackson had attracted girls, for those same physical traits as well as his easy charm, but after that last breakup his old girlfriend spouted rumor after rumor of his “violent temper, alcoholism, awful friends, and inability in bed.” The ladies just walked on by. Both young men were eager to get out and live a little.

They talked about college stuff: the ratio of women to men, which fraternity they should join if any, where they would stay, what their majors would be, and where their other friends were going. Girls also frequented their conversation: whose body they’d miss from high school, what they wanted in a woman, how many chicks they wanted to pick up their first week of school (both decided fifty was possible), and who they’d like one fling başakşehir escort with before they left. They agreed on most of the questions they posed to each other. Being practically brothers and best friends had ensured that, but for whatever reason the thought of Cameron instantly arose in Jack’s mind, as it had constantly over the past few months. She just wouldn’t leave! Coincidentally, she was going to college thirty minutes away from her brother and Jack, so he refused to discount her as a distant option.

She had haunted his dreams more and more as he grew desperate for a woman and the more tired he was of the feel of his own hand for pleasure. She appeared naked and willing in his fantasies, that bikini she wore a year earlier discarded around her.

She entered his mind again unwillingly, and Jack concentrated on it, letting Ben’s voice fade. His dick twitched against his thigh at the thought of her that day, sprawled on the floor, chest heaving, legs spread. It had grown to be a significant image in his mental collage of masturbation inspiration. He elaborated on it now, dropping his swimming trunks to the floor in his mind as she beckoned him forward and removed her top. He stared into space and wondered what her nipples looked like, and whether she shaved her pussy. He kept his pubic hair in a neatly trimmed triangle out of which his dick sprouted, so he wondered if it would be embarrassing if she had more hair down there than he did. Not that it mattered in this fantasy, for she was shaved as smooth as a baby’s bottom, and loved the feel of her fingers on her clit. Jack walked within reach of her desperate hands, watching as she reached up for his cock. She moaned and her loins shivered against the cool tile as she rubbed her pussy lips. Her hand slowly reached for the head of his cock, finally resting on his throbbing—

“Jack! Jack! Jack, dammit, focus! Do I need to slap your ass awake! Have you heard a word I said?”

Ben interrupted his fantasy, irritated, finally realizing he had been ignored for the past few minutes. Jack jolted back from his mental paradise, gaping at the familiar walls of his friend’s room, the imagined touch of Cam’s fingers on his cockhead rapidly dissipating. He looked down to realize he had a hard-on and was glad the lighting in Ben’s room was too dim for him to notice.

“Yea, buddy, I heard ya! I’m just tired, I guess. Do you care if I sleep in the guest room instead of on the floor down here tonight? I’m draggin’ ass as it is. There’s no way I’ll be able to stay awake and talk.” As if to make his point a massive yawn escaped his lips.

“Sure, Jack.” Ben said, laughing, “As long as you don’t mind being so close to Cam’s room. I swear she’s been getting more moody. She’s been single forever, and you know how girls get when they think guys don’t like them.”

Jack replied, getting up and immediately turning his back on Ben to walk out, hiding his wood. “Sure, sure, they’re all the same. I think I’ll be able to deal with her if she attacks me.” They both laughed as he padded barefoot and away down the hall.

As he passed the laundry room, however, he was seized with an inspiration he couldn’t ignore. He froze in the doorway, looking in at the gleaming machines, mounded baskets of dirty clothes, piles of clean clothes awaiting hangers, the massed mountain below the laundry chute from upstairs, and freshly pressed shirts on the ironing board. He glanced to his left back down the hall as Ben’s light flicked off and he settled into bed. Within moments, the youth was snoring like a freight train.

Jackson waited a few minutes, and then slowly stepped into the laundry room, fixated on the tangled mass of clothing and towels under the opening of the laundry chute from the hall closet a floor above. He stood at the edge of the pile, staring in the dim light for something that looked like lingerie. His only light was a nightlight in the hall outside, so it was some time before he glimpsed a patch of lace near the top of the pile. He couldn’t tell the color in the dark, but he had seen this one before in the laundry, recognized the pattern, and knew it was red. She must have worn it just the day before! His breath quickened, and the cold concrete floor sent shivers up his legs. His desperation drove him, and his fantasy beckoned him onward. He wanted to hold her musk to his nose and imagine her taste. He wanted to think that by wrapping her panties around his manhood and stroking, he was pushing into her moist depths. It was the closest he could get to the heat of her thighs, and his hormone-fevered mind found no shame in that.

He dropped his shorts and boxers to his knees in one push, freeing his throbbing dick. It was just less than eight inches long and pointed out and up, bobbing slightly with each beat of his heart. It curved slightly to the right, and was thickest in middle, tapering slightly at both ends. His nuts dangled below it, rising slightly due to the chill of the floor. They were untrimmed, displaying Jack’s fear of scissors near something so important to his adulthood. Jack loved his package, knowing küçükçekmece escort he was fortunate to have it, and just wished he could lure a girlfriend with it alone. He wrapped his right hand around the veins of his shaft, feeling his smoothness, and pumped a few strokes to bring himself back to full hardness. His member throbbed in his hand, and he was reminded of how long of a day it had been with no release whatsoever. Eager to get a load out, he reached for the panties in the laundry pile.

As his hand reached them, however, his fingertips curling in the fabric of her womanhood, his whole hand and the top of the laundry pile were illuminated in full light. Like a spotlight, someone had opened the hamper above in the brightly lit hall, highlighting his clandestine actions. Vividly he was given a snapshot of his shaking hand, appearing out of the darkness, ensnared in the pungent crotch of a bright red lace thong, ready to pull it to his nose and awaiting member. Guilt flooded his mind, flushing his cheeks. Before he could snatch his hand away, a hoodie and a pair of light lounge pants fell on his arm from above, followed by two socks. They were still warm from body heat, and he could smell soap and perfume on them. In a blinding flash, brighter than the light from the upstairs hallway seemed, Jack had a vision of Cameron’s toned body, clad in nothing but underwear, standing in full view just four feet above his head if he could only have seen her through the ceiling above him.

“Cameron…” he whispered to himself unwittingly, in awe. As quickly as it escaped his lips, however, he regretted uttering it. In the silence of the almost empty house his whisper sounded like a shout, and reverberated up the chute. He heard a loud gasp, and then the light was shut off with a click of the upstairs door. He groaned audibly as he heard her steps, muffled by carpet, flee to her room and stay there. He looked around him, snapped out of his desperate, horny trance by a new embarrassing experience with his friend’s hot sister, and was disgusted. His flaccid cock rested against his nuts for all to see, dangling over his shorts. His hand was buried under his fantasy’s clothes, revealed to her eyes in the very act of groping for some of her leftover scent with which he could instigate and mop up his ejaculation.

Rapidly, he removed his hand and jerked his boxers and shorts back up to his waist. Defeated and disgusted, but no longer tired, he strode down the hall, turned the corner in the living room, and padded up the stairs. He tried to tiptoe past Cam’s room, which still had a light burning under the door, but his destination was the next room down, sharing a wall. He knew she would hear the door and hear him climb into the bed of their guest room, no matter how softly he tread. He yanked off his shorts, throwing them into a corner, and then jumped into bed, pulling the covers up around his ears, giving no thought to his neglected penis, forcing himself to think about the damage he’d done. He glared at the ceiling, seething at himself for a while, hands clenched at his sides, but his bed was comfortable. Soon his eyes fell shut and his grip loosened at his sides. He relaxed his shoulders, falling deeper into the pillow. His breathing deepened, he began to snore slightly, and he was asleep, dreaming the dreams of the young.

His eyelids never even fluttered thirty minutes later as she opened the door and walked in, armed with all the equipment she could carry. Her hair flowed free around the fair skin of her face, which was marred only by the sharp line of the scissors she carried in her mouth, like a pirate with a knife. Moonlight lit her eerily through the window, and she looked bulky silhouetted with both arms full. She listened intently, moving silently, making sure he was deep in his dreams. One hand carried a small lamp with a heavy shade, which soon blanketed the room in a soft glow, allowing for vision but not bright enough to startle the sleeper. The scissors were placed beside it on the floor, followed by a ball gag, a cock ring, two pairs of padded handcuffs, and two stout lengths of fabric. A bottle of K.Y. lubricant followed them from the other hand, placed lovingly among the assembled raiding tools.

Then the other arm was emptied. The large camera it carried, mounted on a tripod, was placed on the floor at the very foot of the bed, just to the right of the bedpost on Jack’s right side and aimed toward his slumbering form under the blankets. She switched it on, and made sure it was in the right position to capture their every move, but didn’t start recording. Now she could be lithe, smooth, and purposeful, clad in nothing but an elaborate green lace thong and bra set: new and matching her eyes perfectly. A delicate pair of emerald stilettos completed the outfit, stabbing the carpet with authority and pushing her ass and chest out. The light put an ethereal glow to her toned stomach and highlighted her abs. It cast shadows from her busty DD size tits onto her shoulder as she walked, swinging her hips seductively. Her thong curved up and around her legs on the sides, emphasizing their length before plunging down in a sharp V between the tanned masterpiece of her ass. If she filmed herself, she’d be model-worthy. Smiling evilly, she bent down, exposing her green-clad pussy lips between her legs to Jack’s closed eyes. She scooped up the handcuffs, fabric bonds, gag, and lube, and set to work enacting her most secret and desired fantasy. In the process, she would enact his too, in a way.

Diane enjoyed the cool water as it drizzled over her lips. She drank as much as she could manage, enjoyed the cool feeling in her mouth and throat. I held the pitcher high, poured it onto her forehead and let it drip down the front of her body. She turned her head right and left, tilted it to get as much as she could into her mouth.

I watched her face closely. When it looked like she was relaxing a bit, I stopped pouring and said “back into position.”

Diane dropped slowly to her knees and spread them wide apart. She picked up the rubber hood from the floor and took one last look around the room. The three men I’d brought were still dressed in their work clothes, holding beers and watching her. She pulled the mask over her head. It covered her face completely, leaving only her nostrils and mouth exposed. Then, she arched her back slightly and crossed her wrists behind her neck. In her final act of preparation, she leaned her head back a bit and opened her mouth wide.

“Well, gentlemen, that was Round One,” I said. We’d arrived an hour earlier. Diane was immediately stripped naked and passed around for blow jobs. Then, I’d tied her over the back of one of the chairs and given her a mild spanking with a wooden paddle. One hundred strokes. The men had been amazed and impressed but both Diane and I knew that the flat wooden paddle was a lot easier to take than what was coming. I’d slipped my hand underneath her and she’d cum three times before I reached 100.

I opened the suitcase I’d brought and removed a flogger. I showed it to the men. It was a heavy leather contraption göztepe escort with 26 tails, each 24 inches long. I swished it in the air.

“Who wants to feel this?” I joked with them. John held out his arm. John was a guy I’d met when working construction during college. He always had to prove how tough he was, so it was a natural he’d want to show off. I gave him a good swat and he flinched.

“Ow, hey. That’s some serious shit.” The others nodded.

“Oh, yeah,” I said, then in a single motion, I spun around and started flogging Diane’s breasts. She maintained her position for the first three swings, but then shuddered and leaned forward after the fourth, elbows closing over her face.

“Diane, am I going to have to have them hold you?” I asked in a menacing tone.

“No, no sir,” she answered quickly, regaining her position.

“So, four seems to be the magic number, is that it?” I asked. “Let’s all count out loud.” I turned to the three and nodded. Then, I raised my arm again and swung at her once, twice, three times. They all counted out loud. I stopped before the fourth and she flinched.

“Wow,” Dave muttered.

“Conditioning,” I said. “Now, if I want to, I can punish her for even just that. For flinching in anticipation rather than offering herself to the whip.” I turned to Diane. “Diane, next time we get to number four, I want to see you lean back and offer your breasts to me, and I want to hear you ask for it.”

“Yes, sir,” she said.

I stood there for several minutes, just watching çorlu escort her breath. Every few seconds, she’s shift her weight slightly from knee to knee or move her elbows closer or farther apart. We were all completely silent, just watching her. Then, completely at random, I silently raised the flogger and brought it upward, catching the underside of both breasts. She screamed and bent at the waist, covering herself with her arms. Immediately, she went back to position.

“Oh, sir, I’m sorry, sir, I’m sorry, sir…” I clamped my hand over her mouth and leaned forward. “Too late. I am going to use the cane.” She gave a slight whimper.

“My cock’s gonna explode if I don’t get to fuck her,” Marco said. He was the shortest of the three but had the thickest cock. Only six inches or so long, but it looked like her wrist. He unbuckled his belt and pulled off his pants. He spit on his cock and tugged at it until it got stiff. Then, he took Diane’s wrist and walked the bed. He pushed her down and she spread herself wide, hands reaching for him. He eagerly climbed on top of her and shoved himself in deep and fast. She moaned and wrapped one leg around his back, fucking him hard. Marco pumped fast and I thought he’d finish quick but after ten minutes, he was still going solid. Diane came while he was inside her and I could tell she was getting sensitive by the way she ground against him. He loved it and fucked even harder. He finally came, holding her hips and pushing himself as deep as he could. She grunted as his cock opened her wide.

“Next,” ümraniye escort he said, standing up and shaking the drops of cum onto her belly.

“Not that skank hole,” Dave said. “He’s stretched her so wide we could put a fist in there.”

“Maybe we should,” John echoed.

“Too fucking cliche,” Dave answered. “Let’s give her some time to close back up. Snatch will do that. And I know just what will help.”

Dave took the flogger from where I’d dropped it on the floor. “Hold her legs open,” he said to Marco and John. Each of them took one of Diane’s ankles and spread her wide. I watched her holding her breath, belly trembling, wondering what they were going to do. She couldn’t see with the mask on, but knew where Dave was. He smiled and held his finger to his lips. Then, he leaned forward and lightly stroked Diane’s pussy with his finger. She purred, let herself relax. He nudged the clit, then pushed his finger inside her, feeling how wide open Marco’s cock had left her. She started responding, grinding her hips slightly and moaning.

Dave motioned for Marco to replace his finger. I wondered what he was doing. Marco touched Diane, making the same motion Dave had been making. Then I understood. Diane had no idea Dave had stood up, couldn’t tell who was touching what part of her. She just knew that she was getting close to cumming again.

Dave nodded his head and Marco pulled his hand away from Diane’s pussy just in time to avoid being hit by the flogger. She shrieked. The combination of the surprise and her arousal was too much for her, she screamed as Dave flailed at her cunt and belly with the flogger. I put my hand over her mouth, she was louder than I’d heard in a long time. I had to give Dave credit, he knew his stuff.

“Enough,” I said when I’d counted to twenty. They let go of Diane. She lay on the bed panting, knowing not to move, but eager for whatever was coming next.