The Gift That Keeps On Giving

I will admit it wasn't just Lloyd I was thinking of when I shopped for his birthday present. He is hard to shop for, true, but I was using the opportunity to commit to something I knew he'd been craving since our first date. He'd been accepting of my reluctance but now I was ready.

It would be a two part present.

Lloyd had a long tough day, so I planned his evening carefully.

I bathed and took care of a few other necessities before dressing in an outfit guaranteed to make my message perfectly clear.

He swept into the house in a dark mood. Clearly the day had been a tough one.

He eyed my outfit, and his brow wrinkled as though he was trying to figure out what I was up to. But I handed him an icy gin and tonic, kissed him nice and long, and told him his birthday dinner would be ready soon, and we could open his gifts afterwards.

But I was twitching all the way through the meal thinking of what was to come.

He relaxed a bit, which made me happy, that my efforts were bearing fruit. We had an entire weekend ahead of us to play, so I wanted to kick it off with a bang.

If you get my meaning.

After a slice of tiramisu, his favorite dessert, we opened all of the other gifts I'd got him. The usual. Clothes, some electronic gadgets, some DVDs, and then it was time for the last gift.

It had been hard to wrap because of the shape, so in the end I put it into another box and wrapped it in red tissue paper. I figured the color choice would be clear when he got to the goods.

He had the box laying on his lap when he dug through the paper. Then he pulled out the present.

He looked up at me with an expression I almost couldn't describe.

Happy. But there was a look of dark satisfaction in his eyes that made me wet.

Then he pushed the box off on the floor and gave one experimental smack across his thigh.

"Nice toy. Has a good heft to it."

"The salesman said it was guaranteed to make an impression."

He pursed his lips and looked at me speculatively. Gave my ensemble a long look and raised a brow.

“This present has a second . . . part.” I said in a low whisper.

“Does it now?” He swished it through the air and the sound make my skin tingle.

I had expected to be nervous about the next step, but suddenly I felt . . . hungry.

“Come here.” He crooked his finger and I stood, slowly, walking around the table where his gifts were strewn. He shoved it out of the way so I was standing in front of him in my rather, ahem, provocative ensemble.

He took one hand and lifted up the front of my skirt.

Now both brows rose to his hairline.

See, I’d shaved my pussy totally bare. The first time I’d ever done the whole patch. He’d mentioned it once and I decided it would be like the cherry on top of his birthday tiramisu.

Or something like that.

“No panties? Naked little pussy?” He gave it a smack and I jumped and squeaked. “Seems rather . . . slutty . . . of you.”

“Well, after I was in that store with all the, uh, toys, I got feeling kind of naughty.”

“That kind of admission can get you in trouble. You know that, don’t you?”

Here came the big step. Could I do this?

For him?

“I’m sorry . . . Daddy.”

He gasped. His eyes blazed.

“Then you understand that there will have to be punishment meted out. Little girls who act like sluts must be punished.”

“I understand Daddy.”

“Lay down over my lap.”

I was quaking as I did what he wanted. When I’d said the word “Daddy”, saw his face, saw that magnificent cock of his swell up, suddenly it was all good. No more nerves. No more hesitation. I was making him hot. That’s all I ever wanted for him.

So I lay down over his broad, strong thighs and gave a little sigh.

“I believe it’s best if I make the strongest impression possible. Nip this kind of thing in the bud. Unfortunately, it is going to be a hard lesson to learn.”

His hand pushed my skirt up and over my back.

He ran his hand across my ass.

I was dripping.

Then he swung my gift through the air and it hit my ass with a ferocious smack and I screamed and bucked, and he had to hold me down.

“I think twenty-five strokes should drive my point home.”

The big leather paddle hit my ass again and I shrieked.

“Count for Daddy.”

“Two!”

And when he was finished with the paddle he showed me just how pleased he was with my performance, and my gift, and I was pretty darned ecstatic myself.

Even if I couldn’t sit down.

My gift had been a hit. And as he whispered all the naughty things he had planned for me, I had visions of years’ worth of gifts dancing in my head.

Luckily, our anniversary was just a month away.

I had a feeling I’d be visiting that naughty store again, for another perfect gift – the kind of gift that keeps on giving.

Telephonic Titillation - Sexy Excerpt from Words of Lust

She snatched up the phone, breathless with nerves.

“Nick!”

“In the flesh. Or at least I wish I was. How was book group?”

“Oh, well, we got to talking and didn’t get around to discussing the book.”

“Should I be afraid to ask what you were talking about?”

“I guess there’s no harm in telling you that you and our sex life was the primary topic of conversation.”

“Why am I not surprised? What is it about ladies getting together that it always ends up being about sex.”

“What else is there?”

“Sports?”

“I can’t quite see the various female Professors of English and Economics waxing on about the vagaries of competitive sports.”

“Your loss.”

“Really? We ladies can be quite naughty once we get going. In fact we had a very illuminating comparison of sexual implements that you probably would have found educational.”

“You mean you talked about sex toys.”

“Exactly.”

“Interesting. So did this conversation get you all hot and bothered? Do we need to take care of that right now? What are you wearing?”

“Give me a minute.” She put down the phone and peeled off her clothes with a tipsy giggle. “Okay. Ask me again.”

“What are you wearing, Professor?”

“Nothing.”

“That’s my girl. How about you pick out your favorite toy and make yourself comfortable.”

A few minutes later she had eagerly pulled out her favorite vibrator and lay stretched out on across the sofa, the phone cord stretched to its limits.

“What have you got there?”

“My vibrator.”

“Is it one of those little bitty things or is it one of those monsters.”

“It’s a big one.”

“Excellent. Put it in.”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

She rubbed the head of the silicon vibrator between her legs. She was already wet. Just thinking of him had made her slick. She slid the vibrator in, relishing the twinge as she stretched around it, still wonderfully sore from hours of sex with him the prior night.

“Is it in?”

“Yes.”

“How does it feel.”

“Good – but not as good as you feel inside me.”

“Close your eyes and imagine it’s me.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’ve got my cock in my hand and we’ll play together. Now just lie there and enjoy yourself and I’ll do all the work.”

“Mmm. All right.” She turned the vibrator to its lowest setting and the humming inside her made her purr.

“Sounds like you’re happy?”

“Yes.”

“I’m stroking my cock. I’m hard for you. I’m going to fuck you so hard, Professor, so hard that you scream. Will you
scream for me when you come?”

“Yes. I’ll scream.”

“I’ll make you scream. How about I fuck you in my truck? Make you bend over the tailgate. I’ll pull your pretty little panties down and your sweet little cunt will be dripping for me. Won’t it?”

“Yes.” The vibration began to push her slowly towards an orgasm. But his words were the catalyst that made her sizzle.

“I love your ass, have I told you that? It’s beautiful and round and soft. I loved spanking you and I’m going to do that again, right now, before I shove my cock into your tight little pussy.”

She was panting a bit into the phone. Her hand was shaking and holding it was difficult. But his voice mesmerized her. Low, and intoxicating, he drew her into the fantasy.

“I want to fuck you so bad, I can’t wait to get inside. I don’t care if we’re outside where anyone can see us. If they do, they’ll see me pumping into your sweet, gorgeous hole. They’ll envy me because I have you all to myself. No one gets you but me. Do you like that, Serafina? The thought that I own your body, that no other man is allowed to touch you?”

“You know it does.” The erotic thought of being watched as he controlled her, impaled her, outside where anyone might see, was unbearably erotic and she turned the vibrator up. She closed her eyes and imagined the scene, him with his clothes on. Her dress tossed up and her panties down around her knees as he shoved himself into her hard, grunting with effort. She drew up her legs and her toes curled on the sofa as she fought to keep from orgasming. It was too much fun to be led by him.

“I’m not wearing a condom. I want to feel your hot flesh clutching me, milking me. I’m going to come hard, inside you. I’m going to fill you up.”

“It will feel so good.” She began to piston the vibrator deeper, adding the thrust to the twisting motion of the tool. Her hips were moving and she crept closer to coming.

“I will spew inside you. Then I’ll take my cock out and it will be coated with our come. Yours and mine. Then do you know what I’m going to do?”

“No.” Harder she thrust the tool and turned it to the highest setting and began to moan.

“My cock is so hard for you. Even after I’ve come I can’t get enough of you. I want more of you. I want to come in every place in your body. I’m hard and I push right between those sweet cheeks of yours – your ass is marked with my hand all over. You screamed when I spanked you and now I’m shoving my cock up your tight ass and you’re screaming again. If anyone is watching, they are seeing me shove inside your tight ass, I’m fucking you hard. Harder and harder. When I come this time I’m shooting up your ass. You’re filled with my cum. When I pull out I can see you dripping with my cum. I keep you bent over so I can enjoy the sight. Your spanked cheeks, your juicy little pussy and your ass is mine now too.”

His words were guttural and choked and as she came and thrashed on the sofa, her muscles clenched and the vibrator buried deep in her spasming cunt, she heard him grunt, groan and curse and knew he’d come with her.

Even apart they were perfect together.

Lise Horton's WORDS OF LUST .... Take 1 - A Wicked Excerpt to Whet Your Appetite!

On Wednesday night, Serafina lay relaxing in the warm, scented bath, her eyes closed. Her double class load was wearying, and Nick kept her off balance. She needed the soothing interlude to hopefully calm her whirling thoughts and allow her to get a good night’s sleep, before another manic day on Thursday. She and Nick hadn’t seen one another since Sunday of that week. They had several more dates after the run-in with Elizabeth Parker, and she’d been relieved that there seemed to be nothing about the woman’s snide remarks that bothered Nick. It was now only the third week of their acquaintance, and Serafina was utterly and completely addicted to Nick Stellato. His touch was intoxicating. Thoughts of him filled her head constantly, distracting her at the most inopportune times. Going for three days without his touch felt like a withdrawal.

Relaxing after a long, hectic day, however, she luxuriated in the tub and allowed her thoughts to stray to Nick. She kept replaying in her mind the scene between them in his truck on the occasion of their first date. She recalled the breathless intensity of that evening, and she could not resist temptation.

Her hand drifted through the water, reaching between her legs thinking back to that erotic night. She remembered his mouth over hers, nibbling, licking, kissing, exploring even as his hand slid inside her panties and touched her. The throbbing she’d felt inside was deliciously unbearable. That night she’d been desperate to have him inside her but he’d just subjected her to a glorious torment that lifted her up, all while making her crave so much more. He’d slid his fingers through her wetness, then slowly, inserted one fingertip inside her, then another as he’d moved with infinite gentleness. When his calloused thumb suddenly touched her clit, she’d writhed beneath his hands as his kisses grew more insistent until she’d moaned. She’d reveled, too, when he uttered a guttural groan that made him sound like a predator, a man enjoying his mastery of her body, pleased and possessive.

Then his fingers had plunged completely inside her, thick, and stretching her hungry flesh She’d panted and trembled. His movements had grown faster and more forceful and the sense of being invaded had pushed Serafina closer and closer to the sweet abyss. He’d stroked her, urging her on with his words, his movements, the feel of his kisses and his hand on her breast. The idea that she’d lain there, spread for him, with his hand stroking the most intimate part of her though they were fully clothed and out in a public place had lit the sizzling fuse. When the wave of heated orgasm flooded over her, she’d been swept along in the amazing sweetness of clenching muscles.

Now the memory of his touches, of the decadence of the act overwhelmed her and her fingers plunged inside her cunt as a wave of orgasm spread from the core of her throughout her body and she lay shivering, as she had lain and shivered in his arms in the aftermath that night.

WORDS OF LUST by Lise Horton. Release date September 9, 2013. E-book available from Carina Press and at Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Kobo and Apple.


Words of Lust is Lise's erotic romance debut novel set in NYC. Serafina Luca & Nick Stellato come from different worlds. But lust – and love – conquer all. Release date is September 9, 2013 from Carina Press. For more titillating excerpts, visit her blog http://lisehorton.blogspot.com/ or for additional updates, stop by her website www.lisehorton.com . Lise has releases in two Ravenous Romance anthologies and under her erotica pseudonym, Lydia Hill, her short story “My Master’s Mark”, will be included in the 2014 Cleis Press anthology, “Slave Girls” edited by D. L. King.

Dream Lover

by Lise Horton


Eleanora closed the door to her small chamber and sighed with exhaustion. Gently lighting the single candle sitting atop her bedside table she stood and stretched sore and aching muscles. The day had been a long one and dinner with the joyous bride and groom celebrating while she toiled alone in the grim kitchen had left her suffering the pangs of loneliness and yearning.

Slipping out of the soiled garment she’d worn, she poured a slight amount of the chilly water into the bowl and hastily washed herself, shivering in the cold night air that shifted uncomfortably around her as the wind stole in through the cracks in the wooden planking of the garret.

Pulling her threadbare nightdress over her head she wrapped her arms about her frame and stood for a moment looking out upon the new fall of snow that blanketed the dreary yard beneath in a sparkling cover of purity. The sliver of new moon shone feebly over the snow and shadows were rife. The quiet of the night enhanced her sense of sadness and finally she stepped away, turned to her solitary bed and slid beneath the covers, finally relaxing as her body warmth heated the cocoon.

Midnight came and went and Eleanora twisted fitfully in her sleep. Her dreams fractured and the images swirled and the dreamscape was a misty greyness brightened only by a distant point of reddish light that pierced the gloom.

Warmth, then heat, began to pulse from that point of light and in her dream, her nightdress filmy and flowing about her ankles, Eleanora was drawn toward it. She reached out, but suddenly the world beneath her feet disappeared and she was falling.

“Save me!” her thin cry of despair echoed in the mist.

Then strong hands caught her. She was clutched against a hard body and warm arms encircled her. With a grip like velvet steel her savior cradled her. Soothing hands stroked her flesh and in the blink of an eye she was naked. Her flesh pulsed with awareness as the hands touched her, growing bolder and more demanding.

She lay spread across a bed, the sheets beneath her body soft and clean. Atop her lay a hard male body, his face framed by thick waves of midnight black hair, but his features hidden from hers as his seeking lips caressed her face, her neck, and then down, down, until that hot mouth found the tip of her breast and wicked teeth, then tongue feasted on her flesh. Her body began to writhe as wondrous sensations coursed through her. His hands squeezed and teased and titillated her skin, touching here, then there, growing more intense. Between her thighs fingers probed, testing her, plunging deep until the juices of her desire, unfamiliar but ah, so welcome, flooded from her, scenting the air with want.

As the air grew warmer, then hotter, as her flesh began to tingle with the heat, the bone deep cold of her existence melted away. Arms held her, hands caressed her. The man atop her, thickly muscled and heavy pressed down upon her. His thick male flesh parted her thighs. Hot and hard that flesh pushed between those now damp lips and stretched her, impaled her, filled her until she screamed with the pleasure as he came into her. Harder, then faster, deeper he forced himself into her as her tender body flowered open to the sharp impalement.

Sharp nails began to scratch at the skin over her breasts and she felt the wicked tongue pierce her mouth, searching. The kiss grew feral and her own hunger grew apace. Their bodies surged together and the pulse of need swelled. Her flesh trembled, her breath grew short as the man – as her anonymous lover - possessed her, taking from her with rough demand. Into her he thrust, at her mouth he fed. His nails scored her and she relished the sharp pains that grew until they were all encompassing. Her body throbbed and her spirit strained for a glory she could not name.

When the guttural roar filled her ears, as the man surged forward and poured his hot seed into her she felt the rush of ecstasy fill her, heard her own scream echo through the dreamscape and then – just before the iron grip loosed her and the weight of her lover vanished, a whisper sliced into her ear.

“Mine.”

***

What a strange dream, though Eleanora as she opened drowsy eyes the next morning. Pale light from the dawn filtered into the room and she lay for a moment, rousing herself from slumber.

Her cheeks pinkened at the memory of her erotic night fantasy. Her tempestuous dream. Yet her body felt tight, and sore, and there was an odd stickiness between her thighs. Frowning, Eleanora could make no sense of it.

But there was work to be done. Solace found in dreams was a fancy she had no time for. It was back to the weary existence she’d known for so long.

Rebraiding her hair, she stepped before the wash bowl and the dim glass, and pulled off her night dress. She’d wash quickly before dressing again and then …

…Eleanora stood transfixed before the glass. Rather than the pale, naked body she glimpsed every morning, a wanton stared back.

Her lips appeared swollen. Her breasts seemed fuller, rounder, their peaks hard and ruched. For the first time she noticed her waist flaring to lush hips, and the dark patch of curls that guarded her feminine core glistened.

Her eyes widened. The memories of rough hands on her body were immediate – no dreamy touches, vague and elusive, but harsh and demanding, claiming.

Leaning forward, peering closer at her reflection in the mirror in the grey morning gloom she touched her breasts. They ached. There, the marks of teeth. And there, a long red scratch. Below, on her stomach, bluish bruises, the imprints of fingers marred the pale white of her skin.

And between her thighs the telltale wash of blood stained her. Her heart began to beat faster. What was this madness?

Her mind whirled, but suddenly, just as the sun peeked over the Eastern horizon, a heated whisper washed through her very soul.

“Mine!”

If You Can't Stand The Heat ....

“Lay down.”

Camille raised an eyebrow at Jackson. “I beg your pardon?”

“Take off your dress and lay down on the table.”

The last customers had been long gone. The entire staff had left. Camille remained, alone with her new tempestuous chef, Jackson Cole. They’d had words on several occasions during the first services of the new restaurant.

During the last argument, he had leaned in, grabbed her by the neck and to her shock and altogether too pleased surprise, kissed her hard. Then he had growled in her ear.

“I will get my revenge. Count on it.”

He stood in front of her, towering at six foot five, broad shouldered, his arms crossed over his impressive chest. His eyes blazed and while he didn’t look mad – he looked dangerous.

“I told you there’d be payback.” He walked forward, trapping her between the table and his imposing form. “Now. Take. Your. Dress. Off.”

For some inexplicable reason, Camille lifted her hands to the buttons that ran down the front of her brand new, sleek and sexy royal blue dress. The one that matched the graphic in their logo, and the stripe on their china. One after another she slid them through the buttonholes until her dress gaped and her pristine white push-up was exposed.

Jackson swooped down. His hands clasped her around the waist and he buried his mouth between her breasts, nuzzling and kissing before taking a soft mouthful and biting.

“I’m hungry.” He then pulled her dress down her arms, and with a tug, yanked the remaining buttons off. Lifting her effortlessly, he picked her up and sat her down on the table. Swiping one arm across the table he pushed all the cutlery and plates to the floor with a crash.

“Jackson!”

“Quiet. I don’t like noise while I eat.”

None too gently, he pushed her backwards on the table, pulled her thong off and smiled down. Taking an ankle in each hand he spread her wide, and then looked up into her eyes.

“I’ve been planning on feasting on you for days. But I think we need a little something extra spicy here. Planting each foot, still clad in her heels, on one corner of the table, he pointed one finger at her. “Don’t move. Or I won’t let you come.”

Camille didn’t budge. She was suddenly breathless and the entire absurdity of the situation occurred to her but oddly, she just didn’t care. The sexual tension between her and Jackson had been ratcheting up every day that they worked – and clashed – together. Now he was just overwhelming her and while her common sense screamed at her that she was insane, this time, just this once in her life, she was going to take a walk on the wild side.

“Now this will be just right. Gonna tingle a little, but you know how I like my food hot and spicy.”

Then he bent over her and drizzled his specialty hot sauce right onto her. The liquid dripped through the moisture and instantly she began to feel the burn. She started to twitch, but Jackson slapped her right between the legs.

“Don’t move, I told you.”

Then he put his mouth on her.

He wiggled his tongue, ran it up and down the length of her labia. Insinuated it into her with a wicked movement. She could feel his tongue – feel him licking her inside, feel the stinging, sizzling burn of the hot sauce as he lapped at her. Everything was thrumming, throbbing, liquefying and she was panting.

Then he spread her wide with two fingers and thrust his tongue deep, probing, and retreating, and sucking and the feel of him rasping over her clit, swiping the hot sauce across that needy little bead of flesh until with a suddenness that overwhelmed her, the orgasm slammed into her. Writhing in his hands, her back bowing as the jolt hit her groin, then spread throughout, her stomach, her breasts, right to the very tips of her fingers until it felt as if her entire body was one tsunami of orgasm.

And Camille decided that she would be fighting with Jackson Cole on a regular basis.

Then he lifted his head, looking at her with a devilish grin as he licked his lips.

“Mighty fine. This should be on the menu. Pussy Diablo.”

Men Out of Uniform

I’d always loved Fleet Week in NYC, but this year I got a whole new reason to look forward to it from now on. My little funky burger joint and bar always gets a lot of sailors. We’re right in the heart of Times Square, where the action is, so to speak. Unfortunately we were short-handed, so I was doubling as waitress and bartender, and it was a madhouse. By the time we gave last call I was ready to get off my feet and have a nice cold drink of my own. “You look bushed.” The sailor I’d been serving, along with his buddy, grinned. And it was a helluva grin. They were both incredibly sexy and they were wearing officers’ beige. Both were tanned, swarthy and definitely drool worthy. “Long night.” I passed them their last couple of brews and rolled my eyes. I’d been chatting with them all night, giving them some tips on good places to visit. They’d been to the City quite a few times, but I knew of some new attractions, like the Hi-Line. “Anyplace else still open around here? We’re not ready to head back to our hotel yet.” “Nope. We’re the last bar standing, guys. But your hotel probably has a bar if you want a last nightcap.” I dropped my towel and bent down to pick it up and when I stood, they were both grinning again, and looking at my ass. “Subtle, guys.” I returned to the bar, cashed out the few tabs and then started shutting down. But the sailors were milking the last few minutes and I’m a patriot, so I didn’t kick them out. When they saw me start turning off the lights, though, they got up and tucked away their change, before handing over a nice tip to me. “Thanks. You made our night.” “Happy to be of service, gentlemen. We New Yawkers aim to please.” For a second there was a pregnant pause and I realized my words might have sounded flirtatious. Not that I hadn’t wanted to flirt. Two gorgeous studs like these guys were rare in my place. “Maybe you’d be willing to extend a bit more local courtesy?” The black-haired guy had a twinkle in his eye when he said it, and if I hadn’t figured it out, he took a couple of steps closer and took my hand in his. “Exactly. Help show two poor sailors a bit more … hospitality?” The sun-kissed brunette moved in a bit closer too. My mouth dried right up. I had a very good idea what these guys were suggesting, and I will admit that while I’m no shrinking violet by any means, the image they gave me of being the filling in a sailor sandwich was, well, incredibly damned hot. Parts of me started tingling, big time. “I, uh – “ “How about a drink at our hotel and we’ll talk?” That let me say yes without saying yes, exactly, if you know what I mean but an hour later, after two tall, icy G&T, I was certainly entertaining some distinctly kinky ideas. When the hotel barman said goodnight, the two of them, each holding a hand, started easing me toward the elevators. “C’mon,” they said in unison. Then my dark-haired sailor Rick, leaned over and whispered. “You showed us such a great time, we want to return the favor.” “We give good …” added Don. “What?” I said “Everything.” What girl could resist? Their room was small, but nice, but that’s the only thing I saw before they had me stripped, and wide-eyed at their equipment. Maybe it was the fresh, salt air, and lots of exercise, but they were both nicely muscled, and hard, hard, hard. In all the right places. They were take charge guys, and I never had a chance. When they suggested I’d be one happy camper with a big cock in my pussy, and a thick hard one up my ass? I practically raised my hand like the good Catholic schoolgirl I’d been and said ‘Yes, Please!’. They had some fun little kinks that I indulged with zeal, I learned I was a lot more flexible than I thought, and trust me when I say I’ll never look at a bottle of seltzer the same way again. There were some hot games of tie me up, tie me down, and summer fun with suntan oil. The guys made everything seem like fun, and it was even when my ass got paddled so hard I knew I’d have no trouble staying on my feet for my next shift. The naughty schoolgirl who got paddled also had to bend over and submit to a Vaseline coated butt plug before being ordered to her knees to suck off her two teachers as punishment. Trust me when I say I’d have gotten better grades at City college if my professors had been half so attentive. All in all, I felt a lot like a horny, female Oliver Twist cuz all night long, no matter how long and hard they gave it to me, I kept begging for more. And like the Officers and Gentlemen they were, they gave it to me.

Ghostly Lover

Caroline moaned. His hands were touching her hot, moist flesh. His gaze never left her face. His body rose above hers, moving, yet tense with his passion. He filled her body, his love filled her soul. She reached out for him, but felt nothing. No warmth, no heated skin. She longed to taste him, but he turned his face away, refusing her his lips. Around her the world was a vacuous, shadowy darkness. But there, in her bed, his presence overwhelmed her. She could feel the heat. The delectable swelling between her thighs as his cock impaled her with brutal, inexorable strokes. Again, and again, her desire rose and rose, until finally, it crested, and swept her away with orgasmic possession. “My love! My life!” The whisper touched her ears as she writhed in desperate delight. Between her legs, the testimony of the body’s joy flowed freely, coating her thighs and anointing the sheets. From one second to the next, as the rays of dawn touched the window, Caroline was suddenly, once again, alone. The weight upon her vanished. Cool air breathed once again across her now damp flesh. She lay twisted in the sheets and blankets as her blood throbbed. Then she awoke. Caroline opened her eyes and looked around the solitary space. Yet she could feel the presence. Feel HIM. The power of his thighs, the steely heat of his cock, and the grip of his hands. She looked down at her arms. Were those the faint marks of fingers on her flesh? Between her legs, her pussy felt used, deliciously tender. A breeze played across her face. His musky scent filled her nostrils. His whisper filled her ears. “Until tonight, my love . . .”

Memories Of Summer

I couldn't believe that after all these years, I'd run into him again at the lake. I hadn’t been there since the summers I spent right after college. Too soon my career blossomed, and I abandoned the lazy weeks by the water, the leisurely strolls through the woods and the evenings skinny dipping beneath the stars for more sophisticated fare.

And now there he was. Standing on the end of his dock next door to mine, looking as long, tall and lean as he had at twenty.

I let the cottage door close softly, unsure as to whether I wanted to greet him now, or gird my loins and come up with some way to sound casual and unaffected by his presence.

Yeah, right.

Then the decision was taken out of my hands as he turned, his bare chest gleaming in the afternoon sun, his swimsuit hanging low on those hips I could almost feel again beneath my hands.

My heart stuttered as he stopped, mid-stride, as he caught sight of me. Perhaps he remembered those long ago lazy days, when we snuck into the woods to make out. When we waited until our grandparents were sleeping and then shed our clothes and slid into the lake. We held one another, we felt one another’s young bodies, luxuriating in the amazing sensation of skin to skin beneath the cool water.

I remembered. Suddenly it seemed like it had been mere days ago. I remembered the smell of his sun-baked skin, the hint of fresh sweat and pine. The feel of sleek, young muscles and soft, full lips. I remembered the sweet agony of him inside me, the experience so new and bright and wondrous. I remembered the sound of his moans as he spent himself inside me, his jaw tight, his gaze sharp on mine as we rode the waves of passion together.

I felt the sun on my face and the wind in my hair as he came toward me, crossing the grass and the bridge with even, steady strides. He was older now. His face bore experience and knowledge and he carried himself with self-assurance and solidity instead of the spring of youth. Yet he was no less dear to me, no less amazing.

When he stood in front of me, looking down, I wondered what he saw. Did he note the difference the years had made in me? I was no longer the lithe, innocent girl who had given herself to him. I had gone through hard times, and good, and knew they had left their marks on me.

For a moment we stood, looking at one another. Then he smiled. And I responded with my own shy grin.

“Hello, Faith.” His voice was lower, richer.

“How are you, Neal?” My own was whispery with emotion.

“Better, now.”

He took another step closer and I breathed in his scent. The same scent that had filled my dreams for years.

He raised a hand and touched my face.

Old Boyfriends, Old Cars

I love old cars. The big wide seats, where you slid across if you rounded a corner too fast. The leg room the spacious back seats. Cars these days are so ergonomically designed it’s like sitting in the space shuttle. And let me tell you, it’s not at all conducive to fooling around when you get a leg cramp trying to climb over the shift.

So I was tickled when I got home and hooked up with my old BF, and we picked up right where we’d left off before I set out to earn fame and fortune as an actress in NYC. Jude never forgot me (he said) and he sure seemed delighted to see me (if the bulge in those tight, worn jeans that hung low on his hips was any sign).

It was the Saturday after I got home and we’d been lounging around the lake, sipping beers and listening to music and watching the sun set. We’d been necking on our blanket – all wet from swimming and horny from getting to know each other again. But there was the odd fisherman floating by, and some kids in tires, so we had to restrain ourselves.

When I got in the car next to Jude, snuggled up against him on the front seat of his 1970 Malibu 450, with good old country music playing loud, and we were headed out onto the highway, I couldn’t control myself anymore. I’d had him rubbing up against my who-ha, feeling me up and sticking that tongue of his down my throat for hours. I decided it was time to give him a little of his own medicine.

There weren’t any cars on the road, so he just gave a start when I slid my hand between his legs, pulled down that zipper and dropped my head into his lap. It was a wild, and free feeling, zooming along the road with my high school boyfriend, giving him a hearty blow job, just like old times. I’d perfected my technique since those days, though, and he was having a hard time keeping focused on the road. He eased back on the gas for safety, I guess, but I was so involved in worshipping his yummy cock that I paid no attention.

So I never saw the rickety old mobile home that had pulled alongside us on the four lane highway. And it wasn’t until Jude pulled on my hair, yanking me up so that his shiny nob popped out of my mouth, leaving a thin string of spit from my chin that hung there as I looked out the driver’s side window.

An elderly woman was leaning out the window looking down at us, her mouth gaping as she stared, while she hollered out to the old woman driving.

“Good golly, Miss Molly, would you look at that!”

What can you do? I wiped my chin, winked, waved, and then went back to finish up my business.

God, I love old cars!

It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time

“It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

That’s what Rosie said as she gingerly sat down, wincing as she did so.

I looked at her with raised eyebrows. She said she’d taken up the offer of a mutual acquaintance from a trip to the Whip / Lash dungeon and had gone to “play” at his apartment.

I knew Logan from work. I’d assured her he was on the up and up. I had to admit to a little niggle of excitement and arousal as I pondered what type of ‘games’ Logan would play. He was a definite heart-throb and I’d had my share of naughty fantasies about being his bottom, but if he and Rosie hit it off, I’d have to cast my net in another direction.

“Are you OK?” She was obviously uncomfortable. She kept shifting in her seat.

“Better than OK.” She finally grinned, and I had to admit, it was a definite ‘cat that ate the canary’ sort of smile.

“So, uh, Logan fulfilled your wildest submissive fantasies, huh?” Who, me, jealous?

“Baby, you have no idea . . . the talent that man has with a paddle!”

Wicked images of me bent over, Logan whacking my ass with a paddle, the bulge in his leather pants proof positive that he was enjoying having me at his mercy. Nipped it in the bud and did a little shifting in my own seat for a whole different reason.

“I guess you two really hit it off?”

“No pun intended?” She giggled.

“Sorry.”

“Sure, he was great fun. I worked out some tension, that’s for darned sure.”

“When’s your next date?”

“Nah. Not interested.” She held up her hand. “Sure, he’s a god, and he gives good paddle – but I actually think I want someone a bit more nasty. You know – someone who’ll treat me like the bad girl I so want to be.” The wicked grin appeared again.

“Whoa. Really? I mean, you know I’ve had fantasies about being submissive, too, but I don’t think I’m ready for that whole humiliation kind of thing.”

“What can I say? It gets me all hot and bothered when some guy calls me his dirty little slut. . .” She poured a glass of wine. “Logan is a fierce dominant, but he’s a bit too much of a gentleman for me.”

An hour later, after Rosie had left to ‘go home and admire her battered backside’, I had polished off the rest of the Merlot and I glanced at the clock. Nine PM on a Friday night. If I hurried, I could slip into the perfect sub ensemble and still make it to Whip Lash. I happened to know that Logan was a night owl.

The next morning I lay on my stomach, relishing the sting of the welts on my own ass as Logan kissed my neck.

He whispered in my ear as his big hand stroked my deliciously tender butt cheek.

“What made you decide to take me up on my offer last night?”

“It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

There was a moment’s pause before he asked, “And now?”

“Now? It’s clear it was a GREAT idea.”

Stolen Nooky

“I’m not going to have sex with you in the garage, Michael!”

“It’s here or nowhere until my parents leave.”

I sighed and studied my studly fiancee. It had been nearly four days since his prim and proper parents had arrived and we were newly engaged. Hell, we had only been dating for seven months so, yeah, our sex life was hot, heavy and really, really frequent. In fact, if it hadn’t just felt so darn good, I would have wondered if maybe he or I were oversexed to a medically disturbing degree.

Whatever, right?

But his parents had been underfoot every minute of the day and we were traveling with them for all their sight-seeing and it was killing me. Having Michael close to me, smelling him, even those innocent touches, were turning me into a hot, gooey mess.

I looked around. The garage was full of his motorcycles, the 1958 Chevy he was restoring, and all his weight equipment. He kept himself in terrific shape and at six four, and 280 he was unrivaled in his ability to terrify suspects into surrender, confession, whatever he wanted. Me? He didn’t terrify me, but he could make me surrender with just a naughty grin.

Right about now, with his parents having finally dozing after an especially hectic morning, it was do or die. Meaning do it with my guy, or die of frustration. But I looked askance at the crowded space.

“Michael, there’s nowhere to sit or anything, much less lie down.” I looked up at him and caught the twinkle in his blue eyes.

“I was thinking we’d try something different.” He looked to the right and I caught sight of his weight bench.

I was puzzled, for just a second, wondering what he thought we could do with the padded bench, and then I got a sizzling picture of the possibilities.

“Assume the position, lady,” Michael growled at me in a fair approximation of his tough cop voice. He gave me a little shove so I could get the picture.

Feeling foolish, but incredibly horny, I lay on my stomach on the bench, my legs dangling to the floor. It was set up high for Michael’s long legs and my feet didn’t touch the ground.

I felt the chilly air waft across my butt as Michael flipped my denim skirt over my ass.

“Naughty.” He smacked one palm flatly against my bare ass. “Rather slutty to be wandering around in front of my parents without panties.” He smacked me again and I felt the tingle swell into a more powerful throbbing.

“Michael . . .”

“That’s officer to you, Miss.”

I heard the sound of a zipper and involuntarily shifted so I could spread my legs.

“I think a cavity search is in order.”

“As long as you have the tool for it, Officer.” Michael did, indeed, have just the tool I needed. And I needed it fast and hard.

Michael was nothing if not dedicated to duty.

Tale of a Summer Interlude

It is a hot summer afternoon. The winds are dry but they blow across my skin as I work in the garden. Too warm for clothes, but I must bow to practicality. The filmy, flimsy dress I wear is my favorite. Loose and feather light it flutters in the breeze as I get to my hands and knees to tend to the delicate buds. My breasts, round, full, yearning for a firm touch, swing free beneath my loose clothing. My bottom is secreted under the soft fabric, peaking out as the breezes gently lift it up. As I lean forward, my pussy is exposed; the dress blows up, I don’t smooth it down. The sun on my naked flesh feels carnal and decadent. I pause for a moment, smiling at the joy of freedom before succumbing to societal rules. I resume my labors when I feel you. You are near and the earth gives a slight shudder as you go to your knees behind me. I smell your scent, the masculine musk of a man, fresh from the outdoor, smelling of sun and sweat and more. I begin to quiver in anticipation. What do you have planned for me today? Are you going to fuck me here, on my knees, outside, where all the world can see? Beneath the trees and amid the flowers, where anyone, if they are curious, can sneak a glance between the branches and see you, see me, see us …. see me with your cock inside me? You are, aren’t you?

Your large, strong hands touch the back of my thighs. They are hotter than my flesh and your touch sears. Up slide your hands, pushing the hem of dress away, exposing me to your hungry gaze. The cheeks of my ass, my slit, the shine of juices bursting from my cunt to anoint my skin at the knowledge that you are there, preparing to do …. what?

Your hands slide up, they push my dress further, up, over my shoulders, over my head, until the slight scrap of fabric slides over and down, to pool around my hands. I am naked for you. The way you want me, always. My nipples tighten. Your hands on me grow more commanding. You urge my head down to my hands. I lay my face on the dress sprawled there and wait …. inside me a throbbing has begun, an urgent beat that tries to communicate my desires, my want, my need to have you take me.

Then I feel you. Your cock. Big, thick, and god, my god, so hard. You use it to stroke the back of the thighs, the crack of my ass, the lips of my sex. There are drops of cum, the first of many, oozing from you and you paint my flesh with your semen. You are spreading my cunt now, the round head of you pushing in just a whisper, just enough to enter and stretch me. I groan and beg silently for a thrust, slow, or hard, I don’t care, I just need it inside me. Deep and filling me, the precarious spreading that can be pleasure or pain as you want it ….

More of your thickness pushes forward. Infinitesimal degrees sliding through my slick lips. I want to suck you into me, suck that cock inside me and keep it there, buried, inside of my tightness.

You taunt me. You move forward … only enough to tantalize me. You reach beneath my soon to be filled hole and take my clit in your fingers. You twist and tease it, stroking the hard little nub with your calloused fingers, the roughness bringing me to a panting state of insane lust… Then your hand moves, it leaves my little bit aching for more, but you reach forward to cup my breast, and squeeze the generous, needy flesh in your strong palm. You palm the other breast, pulling on my nipple until all my little bits are standing at attention for you.

Then you begin to move into me. It is a hot slow steady stretching of my flesh as you inexorably penetrate me. I want to push back, to take you faster, but you hold me back. You are in control and I will have your cock exactly as you want to give it to me.

And you want me to take it slowly. Excruciating, agonizing anticipation builds in every cell of my flesh. As you slide in, please, god, please hurry … I cannot stand to wait … don’t torture me … please give it to me….you push, you push harder and more of you fills me. I am crazy with wanting it.

Then you renew. You slide out and I whimper but then you are moving forward again, pushing, harder now, more firmly, more deeply. I take your cock into me but you are going to give me more. You thrust it in now with power. You reach so deep inside me that I feel you bang the end of me. Then you thrust again. Then again. And again. And I am shoving myself back, now, and you are letting me as you begin to fuck me in earnest. Slow, powerful, deep strokes that hit me again and again. You’re pinching my clit and ramming your cock deep inside of me. The sun burns down on us and my flesh is on fire. My cunt is steaming and I’m writhing and groaning and then you are coming. Cum is pouring into me, filling me, and you continue to ram inside of me, forcing me to scream and beg and then I am coming too, as you finger my ass, sliding a big finger into that tight place, and my cunt squeezes and sucks your cum deep inside of me to warm and fill me. My body takes your semen, it takes it all as my body contracts around your cock, wanting to hold it, longer, always.

Then I breathe.

The sun is burning down. I can hear again. I hear the buzz of bees and the trill of birds. The wind is blowing and the air smells green. And I am kneeling naked in my garden with your cum running from my cunt to coat my legs in your sticky, hotness…

And you are gone.

Not Your Kids' Fairy Tale

Once upon a time there was a beautiful young woman held hostage by her sadistic Stepmother and three stepsisters. Her father, a good man, traveled extensively within the Kingdom, was blinded by the manipulative quartet and had failed to see the torment to which his own daughter was subjected.

Cyn D’Arella awoke the morning of the ball to typical abuse.

“Get up you lazy bitch!” Screamed Magret, the youngest, as she tossed cold water on Cyn. Dressed in the finest of leather-wear Magret stood over the beautiful young girl and gave her a kick with the fuck-me heeled, thigh-high boots she wore beneath the leather skirt.

“We have to spend the day getting ready for the Prince’s BDSM Ball, you twit. I’ll need a waxing and my collar needs polishing. I want to make sure the Prince knows that I’ll be the best sub he ever had!”

“Fat chance,” added Donnella, the second oldest. “I happen to know the Prince loves anal and you, baby sister, won’t let anyone near your precious little rosebud!

“Girls!” Ellarent screamed shrewishly at the three girls before looming over Cyn who stood in a corner. The older woman blew smoke in her face and pinched her breasts beneath the threadbare hand-me-down dress. “You, get to work before I take out my lash. I don’t think you remember just how much I like raising those welts on your tender little ass!”

Cyn hid her tears as the woman shoved her out the door. No breakfast again, and once all the prepping was done, she would be expected to do all the cleaning, too, since the sisters had hosted a sex toy party the night before and everything was covered with KY jelly and cum.

Later that evening, when the foursome had been taken away in their ostentatious carriage, bedecked in the latest sado-maso fashions, Cyn plopped into a chair and let the tears flow. She’d been slapped, pinched, kicked and Ellarent had wrenched her arm good and hard, the old Domme enjoying the squeal of pain her assault had ripped from Cyn.

“Why do you let those cunts treat you like that?”

“What? Huh?” Cyn looked up in surprise at the tall, leggy woman in latex who stood before her corner chair. “Who are you, and where did you come from?”

“I’m your fairy Domme Mother, silly girl, and I’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to pop in and take you in hand. Now, stand up. We’ve got work to do.”

“For what?”

“For crying out loud for the Prince’s BALL!!!” The woman tossed her mane of red hair over her shoulder and waved her hands at Cyn. “I happen to have it on good information that the Prince is sick and tired of the posturing subs who’ve been attending his balls, and attending TO his balls, I might add, and you are the perfect woman for him. Lovely, obedient, sensual.”

“What about that whole anal thing? I’m not sure . . .” Cyn cringed before the statuesque woman who wiggled her leathery wings. Fairy, my eye, thought the girl – more like my Bat Domme Mother. But being wise she kept this observation to herself. The woman was stunning, it was true.

“Babe, trust me, you will adore anal. Wicked good – the best - unless of course the Prince has a good buddy stop by for some DP.”

“DP?” Cyn was almost afraid to ask.

“Double penetration, sweetie, absolutely divine!” Then she looked at Cyn critically. “I know just how to dress you up, or should I say undress you up, to catch the Prince’s eye and get that big old cock of his to salute. “Come with me.”

* * *

An hour later Cyn D’Arella was announced as Lord D’Arella’s young daughter. She stood trembling at the stop of the grand staircase, trying not to think of how she looked in the black velvet bustier, collar and the swirling, see-through black dress that hid nothing, including the gold thong beneath it that split her little derriere.

“Bitch!” The stepcunts themselves tried to push through the crowd no doubt intent on doing her bodily harm.

But they were thwarted by the arrival of the Prince of the Kingdom.

Cyn could not help but gasp as the broad-shoulder Dom approached like a hungry panther. Clad in black leather leggings and thigh high boots his chest was bared beneath a leather vest. One ear contained a thick gold earring that glimmered beneath his lion’s mane of deep golden hair.

Stepping up to Cyn he towered over her while studying her intently.

“May I?” He reached up and removed the fancy, feminine collar her Fairy Domme Mother had affixed around her slender neck. He did not wait for her nod, but handed the collar to his man in waiting and held out his hand. The man put a length of leather woven with a fine golden chain and a delicate golden clasp into the Prince’s hands.

The Prince reached out and ran a large, strong hand over Cyn’s shoulder and down to her hands. He picked up one palm and kissed the calloused skin. His eyes flashed with an anger that, rather than scaring Cyn, gave her comfort. Here was a man who would not let her be abused. He leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. He tasted of wine and smoke and Cyn could not help but notice the way the leather leggings across his groin tightened and swelled. He likes me! He really, really likes me, she thought in awe!

“How perfectly my collar fits you!” His gaze was hot and possessive as he stared into her eyes. “Will you wear my collar, beautiful one? Will you allow me to educate in the many pleasures of the flesh? Will you bend yourself to my hand from this day forward?”

It took Cyn but a fleeting moment to look into the Prince’s eyes and judge him as the one, the only man, to whom she could happily submit.

“Oh, yes, your Highness, I will be yours!” Her voice sounded breathless in the large chamber.

“No need to call me ‘Highness’, beautiful one. Master will do just fine.” As a roar of approval from the room rose up at the Prince’s choice, he smiled down at her and locked the tiny lock on collar about her neck and hung the key on its chain around his neck. He pulled her close to him hard body and let her feel the effect she had on him. Then he kneaded the cheeks of her derriere through the filmy fabric of her skirt and whispered into her ear.

“I can’t wait to get my cock into that sweet little ass of yours, slave.”

Cyn smiled. Her Master was obviously going to make sure that she lived happily ever after.

Menage a Cinq - Lust In Space

The Orion Team had been in deep space for six months. Boredom had set in, but soon was replaced by a troublesome attraction. Replacement navigator Star Neruli was far too beautiful – and sexy – to be sequestered on the vessel with four virile crew mates. Captain Dex Luther, Royce Darul, Malcolm Stewart and Webb Fortune were each enamored of the lone female aboard. And after a near miss during a shoot out with a rogue pirate vessel, tensions – and adrenaline – blew the lid off the pot of simmering sexual desire.

Star had not fought them when the four men found her, wet and naked in the cleansing stall. They’d been waiting their turn, but high emotions swept them away.

The four men, muscled, powerful, tall and imposing circled her as she stood in their midst. Her breasts heaved and the scent of her arousal filled the small area. She said nothing but once four sets of large hands began fondling her, her moans could not be contained.

Recognizing the dilemma of the close quarters, Dex picked up his diminutive navigator and hauled her out of the room. “Workout room. Now.”

None of the men had to be told twice. Cocks were rigid and each male mind was anticipating the complete submission of their female in his own fashion.

In the workout room the Captain plunked Star down on the edge of a leather weight bench, her legs spread. Her denuded pussy was glistening with her juices and each man’s nostrils flared at her scent.

Without further ado, Dex fell to his knees and tasted her. Star dropped back on the bench, one arm across her eyes as his wicked tongue penetrated her cunt and lapped at her moisture. Her gasping moans and the sight of her tightly furled nipples atop plentiful breasts set the other men on their own courses of action.

Royce and Malcolm fell to either side, one suckling and biting one tight bud, the other squeezing and kneading a large breast.

Webb – acknowledged to like his sex hard and edged with a pleasurable pain, was a dominant man who liked his women submissive and pleasuring him. When Dex had brought Star to a screaming climax, Webb stepped forward. Pulling Star up, he glanced at the other men. They knew what he was asking. Eagerly, Royce fell on his back, his massive organ quivering and red. Webb positioned Star – who was still limp with her climax, over Royce who spread her legs and pulled her down, impaling her in one hard thrust on his cock. Her gasps and squirming were ignored as the other men jockeyed for position. Stroking his erection into steely, throbbing hardness, Malcolm got on his knees at Royce’s head, perfectly positioned before Star’s lips. When she gasped at the penetration of one large cock into her pussy, Malcolm took advantage and slid his own thick dick into her mouth, stifling any further cries. Soon the sound of her eager sucking as he pumped into the warm orifice echoed through the chamber.

Behind her Webb stared hungrily at the winking rosebud of her anus. He pulled a tube of muscle unguent from the shelf. His huge rod needed the lubrication and he loved the writhing when the heated burn of the salve filled a woman’s tight rear hole. Using his long fingers, he penetrated her, thrusting gobs of the lubricant deep inside her. Instantly she began to buck, but with one cock already in her pussy, one in her mouth and hands holding her down, she could do nothing. Webb spread her for a moment until he could wait no longer. He positioned the bulbous head of his cock at her anus and pushed in. As muscles gave way to a huge invader, she went nearly wild. He held her in place until he was fully seated and then began to thrust. Hot, hard, powerful thrusts deep into her ass, as Malcolm fucked her pussy in coordinated pumping. At her head Royce was nearly coming and as their Captain watched, his gaze hot and impatient, Royce spewed thick cum down her throat, bellowing as he pumped his cock deep into her throat. Dex shoved him aside and took his place, ramming his own turgid length into Star’s mouth even as she swallowed Royce’s copious load. Thicker than Royce, he watched as her mouth spread to take his width, her tongue flicking the rim of his pulsing dick.

Webb’s ass fucking was punishing. Malcolm’s dick deep in her womb filled her beyond imagining. After Malcolm had come hard into her channel, and Dex had shot his own wad down her throat, Webb, his cock still impaling her tight ass, pulled her up as Royce took his place beneath her. She was thrust down on his newly rigid rod without mercy and again the men took up fucking her.

Moments later Webb bucked his orgasm and filled her ass with hot, salty cum. Malcolm was now getting his own thorough blow job and so Dex, fingers full of the tingling medicant, shoved them into her ass quickly before replacing them with his own cock.

And so it went for hours. Four hard cocks penetrating Star’s every orifice. Hands spreading her, clutching her, holding her down to accept the men’s absolute, masterful fucking. Webb completed his dominance of her with a forearm deep fisting of her ass as Dex took a turn pummeling her cunt.

As the cabin’s lights dimmed for night sleep, the four men drew away from their navigator. The room was pungent with the scent of cum and sex and Star’s own cream. Cum covered her body, and dried in the corners of her mouth. The shiny unguent and cum mingled on her ass cheeks, the swollen, slick lips of her naked pussy peeked between her spread legs, and puddles of cum pooled beneath her, as the men stared in satisfaction. Dex pulled a warm-up blanket from a cabinet and regretfully covered the beautiful young woman.

Webb was palming his own cock as they trooped out of the room. Dex hit him in the shoulder.

“Let her sleep. We don’t put into port for another six months. There’s plenty of time for fucking.”

Dex spoke for them all as they exited the room.

“Suddenly, I’m not bored anymore.”

And the men turned the lights off, leaving Star naked, spread-eagle, and limp. Fucked senseless, she slept soundly, a broad smile on her well-used mouth, dreaming of months of constantly hard cocks filling all her holes.

Getting To Know Master D.

The first command was on a hot pink post-it. It made her smile to think of Derrick’s enthusiasm when she suggested that they might want to indulge in their often discussed Master and slave fantasies. But when she saw the instructions, her smile faded. And contemplating her orders made her incredibly hot. And wet.

Derrick had apparently been investigating the matter because the details were crystal clear.

“Slave - Procure the following items: clothespins, lightweight chain (5 feet), ping pong paddle, Ben Gay, ball gag, AstroGlide and butt plug. I will be home at 7. Be bathed, shaved, and naked in the bedroom with all of these items. Or you’ll be punished.”

Signed, Master D.

Clare’s breathing sped up as she pondered the list. They’d tried spanking and she was surprised to find it immensely arousing. The thought of being seriously paddled sent her into the stratosphere of arousal. After their talk, she’d Googled BDSM play and saw things that made her heart go pit-a-pat, and her pussy throbbed right along in time. That she was going to experience it for real had her dripping.

It was four pm and she’d just walked in to find the note. She grabbed her purse and ran out, desperate to comply and be prepared and waiting.

***

Derrick checked his watch and grinned. Clare got home at four. By now she’d be in a state trying to buy everything he’d demanded, and get ready, while her mind would be racing in anticipation of just what he had in store for her.

He’d wanted to explore her obvious submissive tendencies for a long time, but Clare had, until recently, been a fairly vanilla lover, rebuffing his more subtle attempts to draw her into D/s. He loved her more than life and had restrained his dominant urges for the first six months. She was worth it. Since he'd had misgivings about how their relationship could continue given his own nature, he’d been pleasantly thrilled when she brought up the subject one evening, after what he considered a tame spanking that had turned her quite, quite on. She’d fucked him like a wild-woman afterwards, thoroughly submissive throughout. Then she'd shared fantasies that he knew he could fulfill. But it wasn't until he found she’d visited BDSM sites that he raised the subject. He’d hoped it was going to be a turning point for them. He would make certain that it was.

***

The key in the front door almost sent Clare into an orgasm. She’d been sitting on the bed, naked and dying of anticipation for half an hour. She’d bathed, washed her hair, shaved her pussy clean and could not get over the feeling of being so extra naked. The items Derrick had demanded were spread out on the top of the bureau. And as she heard the footsteps, slow, measured, heavy, as Derrick came toward the bedroom, she realized that she was hotter than she had ever been in her life.

The door opened. She gasped as Derrick entered, having obviously changed from his work clothes to a pair of tight black denim pants, a pair of heavy motorcycle boots and nothing else. His expression was dark, dangerous and extremely erotic. He did not smile, nor did he give her his usual greeting.

His greeting was very different this time.

“Get on your knees, slave and get ready to suck my cock.”

A Black Friday Shopping Tale

I was standing half-naked in a dressing room at Macy’s when a complete stranger burst into the little cubicle.

“What the!” I leapt aside, grabbing my sweater and trying to hid the pertinent parts. The man turned and stared, his eyes wide, his expression frantic.

“Look, I’m not gonna hurt you, lady, but there are some bad guys on my tail…” He held up a finger and peeked out the sliding curtain.

“Shit!” He rushed to me and grabbed me by the elbows. My top fell on the floor and my bare boobs got up close and personal against his leather jacked. “Help me out of this jam and I’ll owe you.”

“Owe me? I don’t even know who you are!” Though I wasn't so sure I didn't want to get to know him. The brute strength in his arms, the great cleft in his chin and a really yummy manly scent were all secondary to his grungy Brad Pitt appearance. Which I normally would have not thought much of but somehow … well, in the flesh my "Brad" was pretty damn hot.

“I’ll explain later. I’m one of the good guys, OK?” And then he started dropping his pants.

“Whoa!” I jerked out of his arms but he paid me no attention at all. Instead, he pulled his pants off (commando – why was I not surprised?) and ran over to me.

“Quick, just pretend that we’re fucking…” and he pushed me down onto the plus bench and wiggled my skirt up past my thighs and started rutting around like a mad dog.

Except that he was particularly well-hung "dog", and he, well, let’s just say danger became the man. He was big, hard and pushing against my fairly well-starved little pussy. I forgot for a moment what was going on, but then a gruff growl outside my door reminded me.

“OK, buddy, but when I say you owe me, I mean, you owe me BIG TIME.” I hissed and clutched him in my arms, snuggling up against him.

“No problem. Now, can we get on with the distraction? I need them to think we’re just a horny couple …” And he started rubbing himself against me.

I spread my legs and wrapped them around his thighs. My skinny little thong got pushed out of the way and I felt flesh against flesh just as someone grabbed the curtain. His cock was big, thick, hard and despite the noise outside, all I could focus on was him against my wetness. Pushing, just a little, spreading me, just a little, and then….

The stranger slid in and the bad guys burst in and all I could scream was, “Oh my God! Oh my God!”

“Sorry,” was the last I heard from the bad guys as they turned and left the dressing room.

My stranger was still on top of me and he was grinning. I wonder why?

“Care to finish what we started, Ma'am?”

“Aren’t you worried about someone interrupting us?”

“Someone already did.” And he lunged forward, filling me up and no one ever noticed the groans from the dressing room amid the post-Thanksgiving melee.

That's when I decided shopping on Black Friday wasn’t so bad after all.

THE EXAMINATION - Part I

“But Doctor, I thought this was just a consultation?” I widened my eyes and stared innocently at Maverick. His expression remained cool, but an aroused heat burned in his eyes.

“Please don’t argue with me, Ms. Potter. Just strip and climb on the table so I can conduct a thorough examination. Trust me, I know what is best for my patients.” He turned, and grabbed a pair of gloves from the box and waited.

I pulled off the cotton dress I was wearing and stood in just my bra and thong. Maverick’s gaze studied me with seeming clinical disinterest.

“I’m not certain I approve of that underwear, Ms. Potter. Synthetic fabrics can be irritating to a woman’s soft tissues.” He nodded his head. “I’m definitely going to have to examine you thoroughly to make sure you have not suffered undue problems as a result of those. “

“But Doctor, I like the freedom of these very abbreviated underwear.”

“Ah, one of those women. You like to know your ass is free for the grabbing, eh? Pretty slutty of you.”

I just blushed. He looked stern.

“Then I’m going to have to order you to go without panties, in that case. “

“Yes, Doctor.” My meek manner satisfied him.

“Please remove the rest of your clothing and get up onto the table.”

I did as ordered under Maverick’s intense stare. I slid up onto the cool examination table, naked.

He looked me up and down, studying me dispassionately. He approached and reached out his gloved hands and squeezed my breasts. Repeatedly, with increasing strength, he squeezed them. Hard, then harder, until I began to squirm from the pressure he was exerting on my flesh.

“Sit still.”

I quivered beneath his touch as he gripped me hard. He squeezed, to the point of pain and beyond, watching me intently. I groaned but the pain turned into a deep, throbbing pleasure.

Then he moved to take my tight nipples between his fingers. Squeeze, release, then twist – ferociously hard. He pulled the nipples until I gasped. Then he stepped back.

“Lie down.”

I immediately did as he ordered, my breath coming faster, and my entire body now awake and yearning.

“Place your arms above your head.”

This was new, I thought, but I did as instructed. Immediately wrist cuffs were snapped around me, holding my hands taut over my head. I tugged, but there was no give, though the soft lining prevented the cuffs from chafing.

Maverick moved to the foot of the table and took hold of my legs, positioning them into the stirrups. The stirrups, too, had been “refined”. He fitted my thighs and tightened the straps that would hold my legs in them. Then he pulled the two ankle restraints up from the side of the table and hooked my ankles firmly. I was spread-eagled almost to the point of pain, but knew better than to complain.

“As I’ve indicated, I’ll need to complete a very thorough exam to make certain that your anatomy is in good working order. Given your unfortunate choice in undergarments, there are some additional tests I’ll be forced to run on you. I want to make sure you have not lost any degree of sensation.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Please remember that, Miss Potter. Disrespect annoys me greatly.”

“What are you going to do … Doctor?”

“Don’t concern yourself with that. Just answer any questions I place to you simply and immediately. I don’t want to have to re-do any part of this examination because you are imprecise.”

“Yes sir, Doctor.”

Strapped down as I was, I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I heard various drawers open, and I heard the clank of metal objects, and an ominous, familiar jangle, and my mouth watered at the sound.

“Hmm. I’ll need to manipulate your clitoris in order to perform this next step. Please relax.” His fingers groped between the throbbing lips of my pussy until he found the tingling nub of my clit. He squeezed it, rolled it between his gloved fingers, until it hummed and I could feel it swelling.

“Excellent response. I’ll make a note of that. But the more sensitive nerves need to be tested as well. “ He reached for something out of my line of sight, and an instant later I felt the agonizing fire of a clit clamp being put on.

I couldn’t hold back a short scream and I panted to hold in a second.

“Now, Ms. Potter, really. Are you trying to tell me you can’t withstand a little discomfort?” He actually made a “tsking” noise and pulled the chart up in front of my face. “I’ll make a notation that you’ll need weekly treatments to toughen you up. You certainly don’t want to be so sensitive that your lover can’t gain his own satisfaction before you. You have to remember that you need to be able to prolong any orgasm until you have been given permission for release. Obviously we’ll need to work on that.”

“Yes, Doctor.” The words were ground out between clenched teeth, as the sharp, flaring pain evolved into a mere hot agony.

“I’ll leave that there for a few minutes. Upon releasing it, I’ll need to gauge the return of sensitivity.” He maneuvered himself back between my legs and settled himself on his stool. “The next process is a rather lengthy one. I feel compelled to order you to restrain any response to my examination, or I’ll have to begin again.”

“Yesss, Doctor.”

I immediately felt the cool wetness of lube. He slid one slick finger into my tight hole, worked it in and out and then proceeded to add a second finger, and then a third. His hands are big and his fingers long and thick and I was already on the verge. But I knew better than to give in to a release before I was given permission.

“Hmm. Your cunt seems quite tight. Ms. Potter, you don’t mind my using that word, do you? Cunt?”

“No, Doctor, not at all.”

“In fact, I expect it turns you on, doesn’t it? Hearing me talk about your cunt while I’m fingering you?” He probed more forcefully until I agreed.

“Yes, it does. It turns me on.”

“I suspected as much. Do you know, Ms. Potter, I have a theory that I’ve been investigating. That women who enjoy various of the more, shall we say, extreme forms of sexual activity, are frequently aroused merely by hearing language such as that. Perhaps we’ll try an experiment some day soon, Ms. Potter. I’d like to see if I could elicit a response from you simply by talking “dirty” as they say.”

“I’m going to move on to the next step in this procedure. You’re going to feel significantly more sensation. Please restrain any response until I give you the word.”

His fingers slid free of my vagina, with a sucking sound. And were instantly replaced by the thick, blunt head of a toy. He pushed it in, slowly, stretching me wide. Deeper and deeper he inserted it until I felt like I was being split apart. But still further it went.

“I considered using one of the smaller tools, but I suspect, Ms. Potter, that a woman as slutty as yourself has no doubt made considerable use of your cunt, so for this test I need maximum penetration. The 8 inch tool seemed inappropriate, so this is my largest, ten-inch tool. The thickness, of course, is two inches. It should do the trick for my purposes.”

I made the mistake of groaning – just once – and Maverick gave a quick shove with the dildo. Punishment, of course for not maintaining my silence.

Finally the monstrous thing was fully inside me and I felt stuffed full to the point of bursting. The sensation, coupled with the pounding of the blood in my still strangled clit was enough to push me right to the brink. I gritted my teeth and hung on for dear life, clenching my fists and hoping he would not push me further.

Faint hope, it turned out as suddenly the vibrating buzz started deep inside me.

“Oh….” Instantly my body’s response leapt up a notch and I could feel the juices pouring out of me as he ramped the vibrator, higher and higher. The sensation within me was all-consuming. My nipples tightened, my pussy wept, my cunt clenched and my clit throbbed. I could feel myself edging closer and closer to a huge orgasm and fought it with everything I had.

“I’ll keep this going at this level for a few minutes, and then I’ll conclude this portion of the testing….be prepared, Ms. Potter, when I give you the word, that you may release.”

Minutes! The agony notched higher and higher, the beautiful sweeping electricity coursing through my body as my entire focus dwelt on my cunt. Seconds ticked by as I nearly fainted with my effort. Longer and longer … he drew out the unbearable sensation until I thought I’d scream with wanting.

“Just another second…..three, two, NOW” and he whipped off the clit clamp and the searing explosion of pleasure/pain ripped through me on the back of an earth shattering orgasm that rocketed through me.

Gutteral grunts, screams, moans poured out of me and I writhed in a tidal wave of mind-boggling sensation. Every titanic clench of my cunt on the thick vibrator, the blood rushing into my clit, causing ripping, blinding flashes of pain that turned into a heated beauty deep in my body, until finally, eons later, the thunderous pounding and throbbing began to ebb and I began to breathe again – deeply, taking in oxygen and sighing in the aftermath.

I felt the giant tool being slid from my pussy and a slight wave of residual orgasm marched through me again, until then, at last, just a feeling of emptiness as I lay, sated, limp, across the examining table. The restraints were released though I couldn’t have moved a muscle, and I lay for several minutes as Maverick made “notes” on his “chart”.

“Excellent response. I can see that you have quite adequate self-control, Ms. Potter. I believe we can test that further to see how much it would take to make you lose that self-control.”

“Yes, Doctor.” My lips were dry, quivering, but I knew my orders.

“All right. Now then, for phase two of the examination….”

Talk To Me Like The Rain and Let Me Listen

Layla stretched out upon Egyptian cotton sheets and purred like a sated feline. Niccolo ran one long finger across the flesh between her legs and watched her arch. Truly a pussycat, this one, he thought.

Her secretive smile caused his groin to tighten and ache. She was a miracle of sensual beauty. A woman who would do all a man wanted; decadent, hedonistic things. With her hands. Her mouth. Just touching her breasts made him hard. Sinking into the sweet heat of her body was beyond ecstasy.

His fingers slid inside her moist flesh, flexing as she writhed. The smile never left her face and her eyes sparkled beneath half-closed lids.

"More!" Her murmur was an aphrodisiac. He pushed her onto her back, spread her legs and leaned down to taste. With lips and tongue he thoroughly explored her cunt. He repeatedly brought her to the edge of orgasm before her entreaties led him to take pity on her.

Thrusting his unbearably hard cock deep into her, he fucked her hard, watching her face as he did so. When she spasmed around him he redoubled his efforts. The sensation of her flesh clenching on his spurred him on.

"You are made for fucking, Layla. You feel incredible."

"More, Niccolo!"

"Your pussy is joy - I could stay in you forever. I dream of sleeping with my cock inside you, feeling you tight as a glove around me. "

"Oh, Niccolo - talk to me! Talk to me like the rain .... drown me in your words ... like the clouds have opened and I am soaked and wet and slick .... cover me with your voice!"

Her voluptuous voice and her breathless panting stroked him and he plundered her flesh maddened like a beast. Uncontrollable with desire. He wanted to consume her.

Then he broke like a thunderstorm, the lightening of pleasure smashing through his body until his cum flooded inside her, hot, liquid. He filled her with his life force and reveled in the joining of their bodies in the brutal, boisterous act.

Afterward, they lay entwined as the gauzy curtains wafted in the evening breeze off the water. Layla was limp beneath him, her heart beating a steady rhythm beneath his chest. Her spirit was strong. Her appetites voracious. Yet her skin was silken and her hands gentle.

"Sit up," she whispered against his lips. He rolled to his side and sat up on the edge of the bed as she slid off and down between his legs.

Her gaze on his semi-erect cock - he was never fully soft around Layla - was one of hunger and yearning.

She leaned over and ran her tongue up the length, suckled the broad head, her tongue tickling his slit. Sucking him deep once and then twice, she looked up at him and licked her lips where a smile played.

She paused in her suckling to smile up at him.

"Talk to me, Niccolo....talk to me like the rain and let me listen."

Shooting the Rocket

Alexa hugged her Magnum 357 to her chest. She was huddled inside the closet of her target hoping to evade detection until her back-up arrived. The guy was such a loser – if he’d been watching the house he’d have spotted the perp returning and could have warned her. Instead in bopped the low-rent Lothario with his latest lady. Now they were doing the mattress mambo with great vigor. She was getting a little nauseous listening to the couple’s love talk.

“Oh, Big Daddy, that’s right, give Momma your love rocket – right there, baby!”

“You like that, little Momma? Like your honey box stuffed with Daddy’s meat, huh?”

The banging of the headboard drowned out the next few lines, thankfully. If her partner didn’t get here soon she was going to shoot herself in the head so she didn’t have to listen to any more. God, she’d never be able to have sex again if this kept up.

“YES! Take me to heaven, ride your Daddy hard.”

The sound of smacking flesh and Alexa realized someone was getting a spanking. This was really starting to get to her.

She loved getting her ass swatted as much as the next gal, but something about this whole scenario smacked alright – of a bad Hollywood movie script.

Sounds resembling rutting pigs emanated from the room. She sat inside the smelly closet shaking her head in disbelief. Where the hell was Jack? The nimrod was probably giving himself a hand job in the car while she suffered the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune in this stinky closet.

Thank God, finally, her cell phone vibrated against her hip. She checked the number and smiled grimly. Jack must finished spanking the monkey and decided to get back to work. He was coming in. Fortunately for Alexa, while the man was dumber than a box of rocks, he was a great cop. Big, fast and great with a gun.

Easing to a standing position ignoring her knees screaming in protest, she cracked the closet door. It wasn’t in a direct line of sight to the bed so she stuck her head out far enough to see the couple was still heavily engaged.

Stalking quietly, gun in position, she got an eyeful of Momma and Daddy fucking like bunnies.

The woman was a voluptuous sort and her target had a hold of her and was banging her up and down on a rod Alexa had to admit was pretty impressive. Hell, if only it had been attached to her last date she might have had a better time. This guy’s cock was a monster and she couldn’t help but admire the ride that gal was getting. Crappy dialogue notwithstanding.

Alexa stepped up to the bed. The woman’s eyes flew open, she squealed and jumped off her ride. Little Mike (and now Alexa knew where that nickname came from) opened his eyes and stared straight into the barrel of Alexa’s 357.

“Boy, talk about coitus interruptus,” she said with an evil smile.

Hot & Sweet

"Touch me," he said. He sat in the chair, his once powerful legs now slender and still. He couldn't always get an erection, but sometimes, we managed a bit of a stiffy.

But he loved to watch me. I was naked and I kneeled between his legs, my gaze reverent and my lips curved as I thought of the joy of sucking his cock as he held my head, urging me on with dirty words and gutteral moans.

We'd only been together since his accident. I'd known him for a year before. He had been the mechanic at my garage, and my trusty little Nissan always needed something. He'd smile and undercharge me and pat my dog on the head. Then he'd turn back to his next job, all serious and intense, determined to do the best work possible.

I heard about his accident in the drugstore. A young, angry woman had turned and pushed past those of us on the line at the pharmacy counter and the pharmacist had shaken her head, her expression one of annoyance.

"She was certainly in a hurry," I muttered conversationally.

"She's a bitch, is what she is."

I must have looked askance, because the lady pharamcist colored, and shrugged.

"She's the girlfriend of that mechanic, the handsome young guy from Mackeys?"

I held up my hands, ignorant of what she was talking about.

"He was in a car accident a few months back. He's paralyzed. In a wheelchair. The other driver was drunk and some congressman's son so he got off, but the poor guy's never going to walk again."

"I guess his girlfriend's not taking it well?"

"I heard her in the beauty parlor the other day bitching that she's expected to take care of him and she doesn't even get sex anymore."

I gasped, because it was simply that harsh a thought. That all the woman would be thinking of is her own gratification after her lover had lost the use of his legs.

The very next day I was at the hospital visiting my aunt Clara who had had yet another mini-stroke, and when I was directed to the physical therapy department where she was getting treated, I literally tripped over the man in question.

He was crying. Tears were still wet on his cheeks and I wanted to wrap my arms around him right then and there.

Behind him, out of the elevator, came the snippy bitch. Her face was red, and her mouth set in the thin line that says she's angry and not in the mood for anything.

Oblivious to me, she leaned over and hissed at him.

"You're useless, Brett, and I'm not gonna be tied to some guy in a chair who can't even get it up."

The shocking cruelty of her statement stunned me, and Brett stopped, mortified, and writhing in impotent rage. He watched as she stalked away down the hall and then swiped a swarthy, rough hand across his cheek.

"Sorry," he muttered and turned to head down the hallway.

On impulse I stepped in front of him.

"I'm Mary. I'm visiting my aunt but she's in therapy at the moment. Would you like to have lunch?"

"Pity for a crip?"

"Oh, fuck you." I was smiling as I said it to make sure he knew I was kidding, but then I realized the import of my expression. I blushed.

"As you probably heard, that's not likely."

"Look, I'm not the one to get pity from, Brett...?"

"Brett Holmes. You're Mary Stewart. '98 Nissan Sentra."

"You remembered?"

"I never forget a car. Or a well-stacked woman."

His comment might have been crude, but given the situation I decided to overlook it. Besides, it had been a long time since anyone had noticed.

"So, about lunch?"

"Why eat with me?"

"Why not? Are you contagious? Do you chew with your mouth open?" I grinned, cocked a hip, and watched his gaze roam over my body. I'm the stacked, old-fashioned type of girl. I fill a bra and I'm proud of it.

"OK. If you pay. I haven't got pockets on these things." He picked at the sweats he was wearing and I nodded with a smile.

That was six months ago. Right about the time he stopped his initial rounds of physical therapy he went back to work at the garage. He can't get under cars anymore, but the owner of the shop was happy to have his keen eye and his amazing ability with engines back. He directs folks and his specially-constructed chair can sit him up higher when he needs it. I spotted him while I was on the way to work one day and I pulled in to say hi. In the end I asked him out and after he wiped the look of surprise off his face he said yes.

He picked me up in his specially fitted truck and we've been together ever since.

I kneeled at my lover's feet and noted that this was going to be one of our good days. His cock was swelling and I grinned up at him before I leaned over and pulled him into my mouth.

His sigh was all the reward I needed.