Ready For Blast-off

The bartender stared at me for over an hour. Not constantly, of course, but every time I looked up he was riveted on me. It should have made me nervous, but instead, baby, it made me way hot!

I'd been part of a bachelorette party that had gotten way too drunk and out of control for me. I moved away from the wildness to sit on the outskirts of the group and sip my drink. I planned to cab it home so I wasn't worried, but I also didn't want the whirlies in the morning, either, which all of the other ladies were going to have, in spades.

The bartender had been stoic throughout the night. Given his big, broad, strong physique and a face that would have made Brad Pitt weep with envy, well, he was a total grade A hunk.

"Would you like another?"

He was leaning over me and I caught a whiff of some delectable cologne that made my pussy twitch. That and the fact he had focused those big, dark eyes right on me. My tummy gave a little quiver, too.

"Another drink?"

"Unless I can interest you in something else behind the bar?"

"Oh, my." I knew my mouth was open, but he suddenly grinned and good god, I wanted to spread myself across the bar and let him do me right there. My friends would probably think it was part of the floor show.

"I get off in ten minutes."

"And if you promise to get me off in fifteen, I'm all yours." For a minute I thought the voice had come from someone else. Then I realized I wanted this guy buried deep inside my coochie, and humping me to heaven. Why deny it?

"Boy Scout's honor." He held up the three fingered salute and I had to take a deep breath.

"Kinky. I like that."

A few minutes later, there was a loud roar from my girlfriends as some male strippers appeared. I paid no attention. Because Rocco the Bartender had taken me by the hand after handing over the bar to his relief and was leading me to the storeroom.

Not a glamours place for a tryst, but when Rocco yanked off his shirt and dropped his pants, I decided ambience was over-rated.

He had a cock that deserved a medal and it, and his body, were as hard as I had expected.

"Show me your sweet little pussy and I'll rock your world."

I flipped up my skirt and flicked off my thong and gave a little wiggle. At the sight of my bare snatch he smiled like a wolf. One step closer and he was up against me, his cock snuggled against my pussy like heat seaking missile. He gave it a rub against my clit and I could swear I started to drool.

"Get ready for lift-off." His whisper was lurid in my ear but I didn't care because he took both hands, slid my thighs apart and then, hello, Houston, we were fully-fueld and - we had ignition!

His cock slid into my cunt like it belong there and he had tremendous, muscled thighs that let him lift me off the ground with every deep pounding thrust into me. He grabbed my hands and held them over my head and growled and grinned and grunted every time he shoved himself inside of me. I was panting and trying to appreciate every second of the tightness, the stretching, the damned force of the banging he was giving me.

I was tight and he was huge and it was only a minute or two before I was coming with a wail and I could feel my cunt creaming and dripping,but he kept up the pace, fucking me a little harder, his face tight with control.

"Come for me again, pussy girl." He muttered as he stared at me and when he shifted his hips a bit and his groin was rubbing roughly against my clit, I shot off like the proverbial rocket and then he went too.

The last lunge was mind-boggling and I saw stars as he rammed his cock in so deep I thought I was going to need a shuttle emechanic to get it out.

Then he slid my feet back to the ground, shoved his fingers through the cum and cream that was pouring out of me and stuck those fingers in my mouth. I licked them clean while he smiled an evil, satisfied smile.

"You love being bad, don't you?"

"You have no idea," I moaned as I struggled to stand on shaky legs.

He dropped my skirt back into place, snatched the thong and shoved it into his pants as he pulled them on, and then opened the door. I was holding onto a keg of beer while I regained my equilibrium and I was actually rather shocked that he just blew me a kiss and walked out the door, adjusting his dick inside his jeans as he did so.

Oh, well. A quick, hot fuck in the back of the bar might not have been the most romantic event ever, and I could tell I was going to feel a tad sore for a while, but I smiled with the thought that I had been well and truly fucked.

I adjusted my top and sauntered back to the club where the festivities were breaking up. The gals were so drunk by this point that they hadn't even noticed I was gone.

I smiled and high-fived them as the last stripper strolled away, his g-string loaded with bills, and I gave my girlfriend a hug as she showed me the hickey she had ill-advisedly allowed one of the strippers to give her right boob. I figured it would make for interesting honeymoon chatter, but shrugged it off. Not my problem, after all. And to tell the truth, I was feeling the let down that Rocco had been like the popular grammar book - he shoots and leaves.

Then I grabbed my wrap from the back of the stool I'd been sitting on and paid my bill with Rocco's replacement. When the guy handed me back my change he'd included a copy of the tab and I clutched it in my hand as I hurried after my friends.

It wasn't until I was in the cab on the way home that I unfolded my receipt to check the damage .... that's when I saw there were 2 pieces of paper. One I'd signed for the tab.

The other said, "Can't wait to get another taste of my sweet pussy. Tomorrow for dinner? Then dessert at your place?"

I grinned to myself as I tucked it into my purse, noting the cell number on the bottom and the signature.

It had been signed, Rocco. Boy Scout Troop 69.

Houston, we are go for launch!

Save Me ....

Melanie watched the men as they crowded around her. Three of them. Tall, muscular, and eager. Their eyes sparkled and their smiles were feral.

"Wait, please!" She backed away and threw up her hands in a defensive possture.

"What, afraid?" The tallest and darkest of the three smirked. But then the smile faded and his eyes burned with intent. She was lost. She was alone and without help and these men were going to rape her, or worse .... kill her.

She couldn't stop the sob that spilled from her lips and she struggled backwards, deeper into the corner and the shadows, until she was completely and effectively trapped.

"She looks terrified, poor thing. Perhaps we should show her she has nothing to fear?" The second of the men gave her an innocent look, before throwing back his head and laughing uproariously.

"No, no, she looks like she needs a great deal of attention...." the third smiled with a cold intent and it was all Melanie could do to keep to her feet.

"There'll be no damage done." The TDH one said. But his eyes belied his words. A breath on the air, a pause, "Not tonight, anyway."

Then the three men grinned at her and descended upon her and in moments, Melanie had fainted dead away.

"Well, that was disappointing, I have to say."

Magnus scowled down at the unconscious woman across his bed.

Ian laughed. "You terrified her you fool."

Roarke grimaced at his two younger brothers. "She's human. What do you expect? And you scared the shit out of her and she spent the night in a room full of ferals, and good Goddes, what do you think she was going to do? Spread her legs and say, "ride me home, boys"?

He snorted and his brothers looked chagrined and he felt horrid.

Until he looked down at the blond, exquisite beauty of their captive bride.

And then he sighed, because he realized she had no idea that was her fate.

She was the Bride of the Brothers Grimm. Magnus, Ian and Roarke. Notorious among women for their lusty ways and among the feral crowd for their powers of death and control.

It was going to be a long night, thought Roarke. He sighed.

"Wake her up," he announced to his younger brothers. "She might as well get used to entertaining three cocks, eh boys?"

For My Master's Pleasure

It all began with the words, "I agree".

What was I agreeing to, you ask? Well, let me tell you. I handed myself over to a most wonderful, dominant man, who had offered to take me under his wing as a submissive slave. He had excellent instincts and when he corresponded and talked with me he immediately divined my sluttish little need to submit and, voila! Here I am, a ready, willing, and able slave to my Master.

Now, you may wonder what this means? Does it mean I fetch his slippers and cook his meals?

Not so much.

Allow me to elaborate on just the sort of things I do for my Master.

He is a physically imposing man and I wallow in the sense that I am smaller and weaker and utterly under his control. I must follow his commands immediately if I do not wish to displease him. And I don't. Besides, providing him pleasure is what gives me the most incredible pleasure of my own.

Perhaps a sample scenario would clarify for you? Glad I thought of it.

My Master is quite voracious in his appetite for my cocksucking. So this is always something that I will be required to do and, quite honestly, enjoy immensely.

I wear a collar when we are together, which reminds us both of his mastery of me. Generally we will start with a nice hearty paddling to get me into the appropriate, servile frame of mind. Nothing like a tingling red ass to keep a girl's mind on her Master's needs!

Once my Master is ready for my attentions, I assume the position. On my knees, of course, as any good cocksucker will tell you, works marvelously.

"You may begin." or "Now, slut." will be my command to take his wonderful cock in my mouth.

Now if you are thinking, "eeew, I don't want to put that thing in my mouth!", then girlfriend, you don't know what you are missing. Big, hard, silky soft skin, tasty and powerful, his cock in my mouth is a delight for me. I love to wiggle my tongue around and explore all those sensitive areas that make my Master groan. I know I am doing a good job of it when he grabs hold of my hair and begins to get forceful and dominating.

And don't I just love it!

It is a wonderfully submissive experience to have a man fucking your mouth. Not so much for you to enjoy but rather for him to enjoy. In the right position, with the right amount of practice and a good dose of relaxation, a cock can go a long way down.....

And if the pleasure of being allowed to suck and lick his cock isn't enough? When he is ready to erupt, my Master insists that I accept all of his delicious semen. Rather like a wonderful reward for my diligent efforts. Swallowing is fun, but my Master, oh he loves to see his little slave's tongue and lips covered with cum. I eagerly savor it and oops, look, I got some on my fingers.

Well, I can't let it go to waste now, can I?

Mmmmmm.

Well, time to go. I've got a nice hard butt fucking coming.

A good slave's work is never done.

;-)

Live & Learn

I took the most incredible on-line workshop last week. A delectable gentleman who spoke honestly and at length about the fine art of BDSM. He, and several compatriots, drew back the curtain on the psychological and the physical of the masochistic, sadistic, dominantion and submission, kink and fetish world of the wildly sexually adventureous.

Toys and playtime? Scene and safety?

All I can say is, where can I get some?