Invent Op

Later that week in the late afternoon hours, Marianna decided to go for a walk with Kolya as an escort. She was taken with the idea of being outside, despite the inherent dangers outlined by Stephanos. She danced along the slightly overgrown path leading into the surrounding forest and Kolya patiently kept her in his sight as she skipped along uncaringly. They happened upon a glade that caused Marianna to gaze around appreciatively. She started gathering daisies to spin into chains and soon Kolya was wearing a handsome crown of them, as Marianna wore a necklace and a crown.
“Kolya, please tell me more of your time with Stephanos. I am indeed struck with curiosity.” She glanced at him innocently from underneath her eyelashes, as a daisy partially covered one emerald infused eye.
“What do you wish to know, child? I love him, I am indebted to him and I am proud to be his friend.” Kolya stated with emphasis.
“What’s it like knowing that everyone you held dear has passed on from this life?” She said so wistfully with a tear in her eye.
Kolya looked slightly uneasy at the tear, not wanting to cause her hurts. He had come to love Marianna in the past week, seeing that she was completely captivated by Stephanos and was settling in very well to her new environment. She did indeed look lovely sitting there with the waning sunlight warming her face, a content look of satisfaction on her face. She had braided her hair back into a neat column that graced her neck down to the middle of her back. This she had covered with a brightly colored kerchief to avoid some of the heat of the sun. She was a good girl and had already brought happiness to their household, and for this he was very grateful.
“Child, I lived my life as I saw fit.” He began. “I was in deep mourning and had been for several years before the covenant was enacted. I loved and do love my children and grandchildren and their children’s children deeply, but my life was very empty without my beloved Natalya. The sun rose and set with her, she never spoke a cross word to anyone and to see her slip away slowly day by day tore my heart out. A fever had overrun the village, much like the one that took your parents’ lives and as I watched her slip deeper into the sickness I was lost. I became very angry with God that he would strike such a gentle one as she in all of her goodness. And for awhile I became a drunken lout, that is until Master Stephanos arrived.”
Marianna was transfixed with Kolya’s story and paid rapt attention to him. She watched the fleeting emotions cross his face as he recounted his tale and squirmed impatiently when he paused to take a sip of water from the flask at his side.
“Master Stephanos quickly realized my unhappiness, though he said nothing. We were sitting in front of a roaring bonfire, hammering out the details of the covenant and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. He so mesmerized me with his elegance of speech and in his fluid body movements. He was grace personified. Finally I approached him and humbly requested to serve him. He agreed readily and once the covenant was sealed in blood, I said my good byes to my family and traveled with him to the manor.” Kolya sighed. “It wasn’t easy at first being in his presence. Me, a simple peasant surrounded by all the beauty and elegance of his world. He was always patient with me, until the day I…”
Kolya broke off at the unbidden sound of a footstep. Warily he got to his feet and planted himself akimbo in front of Marianna. He sensed the evilness of the presence approaching, and he was prepared to fight to the death if necessary. He would not risk Marianna, her life or his honor by doing any less. Malevolence permeated the glade as they waited in tense anticipation of the coming danger. The creature that broke free of the surrounding foliage had the hairs on the backs of their necks standing on end.
Ivan! Marianna thought with a shudder, or what was left of him. He was deathly pale with a feral gleam in his eye and he appeared impervious to their stances. His clothing was tattered and his shoes were all but falling off. He eyed Marianna appreciatively, the leer evident on his visage. By his side was a scabbard that housed a long sheathed sword. Slowly, caressingly, his hand played over the hilt, almost like a lover. His putrid breath easily crossed the far side of the glade, causing Marianna to shiver.
Kolya never glanced at her, preferring to maintain eye contact with Ivan. He pushed Marianna behind his back even further and whispered to her that should he fall, she was to run like the wind towards the manor. He sent out a high pitched whistle to Zoya and Kirill in hopes that they would soon arrive. They had been lounging in the small barn when they had trekked to the glade. When Kolya whistled, Ivan covered his ears and screamed in pain. His features twisted even further into a grotesque misshapen mass that barely resembled the Ivan of old. He pulled the sword then and took a slashing step forward.
“Old man, I don’t know who you are, I only want the girl. Hand her over and I may let you live.” Ivan jabbed the air in front of him, moving relentlessly forward. He walked with a pronounced limp, but it didn’t appear to slow him down.
“No! You have risked the wrath once more of Stephanos. He will see you are put into the ground for your continued insolences towards him and his!” Kolya appeared unmoved by his demands.
“One last warning, Old Man. Move or die. I care naught which you choose. Personally I would love to gain some retribution….so it will be die!” Kolya felt the slice of the blade to the bone of his forearm, his white shirt soaking up the red fluid that emerged as it spurted forth. Ivan hadn’t struck a fatal blow, but he had clearly incapacitated Kolya, who wrapped his uninjured hand over the wound. Marianna saw her opportunity to confront Ivan and protect Kolya. She boldly stepped forward. Ivan placed the blade of his sword at her neck.
Marianna took a careful breath, despite her heaving chest. “Ivan, this man is your great great grandfather Kolya! Stop it at once, do you hear me? I will not willing submit to you, but I would that he not die.”
Ivan remained mute and moved the blade to the top of her shoulder and deftly sliced the ribbon holding her blouse in place. The material folded to the top of her heaving bosom, exposing the creamy skin on one side. Marianna tried to keep the look of revulsion off her face to no avail. Ivan laughed menacingly and went to slash the other side just as Zoya and Kirill silently leapt onto his back, causing him to fall forward. With the sword extended in front of Ivan, he did not give himself a fatal blow, however the wolfhounds were doing their best to tear him to shreds. Just when Marianna thought they would escape safely, a second figure moved out of the shadows. He lifted a hand and the two wolfhounds clashed together to land in an unconscious heap at her feet.
“What have we here Ivan? I see that you are right! I recognize Stephanos’ servant, Kolya!” The creature spat on the ground and advanced further into the glade. What once had seemed such a paradise and haven of safety to Marianna, was shattered with the unfolding events. She shuddered and recoiled in a futile attempt to ward off the stranger.
Kolya groaned in dismay. This man, this vampire, this unholy creature of the night, was Stephanos’ sworn enemy. Count Luka Ivanovich Delacevic! What was he doing here? he thought impassively as the blood continued to drain from his arm. He swayed on his feet in an effort to remain conscious. Delacevic was last known to be haunting the Sarajevo countryside. He was an imposing man, standing a head over most of his countrymen, with aquiline features and thinning lips that barely covered his fangs. His fingers were beringed and elongated and his stance elegant. His suit was a fine silk and bespoke of the riches he possessed. His long dark hair was pulled into a tight ponytail at the base of his neck and his eyes were a soulless caramel brown.
Ivan slowly got to his feet and turned to his new master to seek his approval of the two before him. He whined low in his throat from his new wounds, but knew that his Master would address these in due time. It had purely been happenstance that he had come across Delacevic! If not for him, he would have frozen out in the open as he had been left. Delacevic had persuaded him to be healed temporarily, until he had gained his strength and could be made. He pledged his allegiance to Delacevic and in return, Delacevic was pleased to find a new method to torment his rival.
Marianna sucked in her breath at his features. He was well-made in form, but those eyes were dead to her. They briefly swept over her and dismissed her in the same breath as a non-threat. She deeply resented him, as she did Ivan, though she did not know his full purpose. She rushed to Kolya’s side in an effort to help him staunch the profuse bleeding. She grabbed her handkerchief and fashioned a tourniquet just above the wound site. She was so caught up in assisting Kolya that she failed to notice that Ivan was reaching a hand to stroke her cheek. She swatted at his hand, intent on her task. She felt the force of the backhand leaving her dazed and seeing stars. Before she had a chance to react, Ivan wrapped her in a bear-like embrace and strode off with her into the dark of the forest.
*****
Stephanos emerged fully awake in a vortex of rage at the scene unfolding in his mind, due to his link with Kolya. Fleeing the manor and swiftly arriving at the glade, he found Kolya barely conscious and Marianna missing for the moment. Gathering his old friend in his arms, dismissing his life’s blood that flowed onto his clothing, Stephanos opened his wrist to place it gently at Kolya’s mouth to allow him to feed. The rich nourishment immediately traveled to the wound site, causing it to start to close and brief pain to ensue with its healing powers. Much like the effect of carbolic acid poured, the wound fizzed for a moment and the poisonous aftereffects were expelled from Kolya’s body. Stephanos removed Marianna’s makeshift tourniquet and tucked it in his pocket, grateful for her intervention in slowing down the bleeding.
Kolya lay panting for a moment in Stephanos’ arms, regaining his strength as Stephanos removed his wrist and closed off the site, to allow for his own rejuvenation process. He was in abject misery over the missing Marianna, not his wounds. He allowed his mind to be open to Stephanos so he could view the whole of the encounter freely.
“My friend, you have not failed in your responsibilities to me. You fought valiantly to protect Marianna.” Stephanos spoke directly to Kolya’s mind.
“You know Delacevic is back now. Master Stephanos, he swore to kill you at your last meeting! Now he has Mistress Marianna. I could not bear if anything were to happen to her! I love her as a daughter and she has brought you peace and happiness this past week.” Kolya bowed his head in continued shame, forgetting that the daisy crown was still haphazardly hanging off his forehead, incongruously to the scene of blood and destruction.
Despite the gravity of the situation, Stephanos allowed a bemused look to mystify his eyes as he took in Kolya’s accoutrements, including the daisies. He empathically linked with Zoya and Kirill and searched their bodies for wounds that would need tending. They each suffered a bump on the head where they had clashed, but would soon recover. Another sin Delacevic would pay for. His hounds were his beloved pets and stood him in good stead. He made his decision. He would allow Zoya and Kirill to heal naturally in the glade and he would move Kolya to the manor where he could tend the rest of his disarray on his own. Seeking the air, he swiftly deposited Kolya comfortably in his spartan room and sought the air once more.
He returned to the glade, where Zoya and Kirill were both stirring. Stephanos stopped to observe more fully the battleground, using his keen senses for anything overlooked. He quietly fingered the bit of cloth in his pocket as a connection to his Marianna. His eyes sought the path that Ivan had lumbered along with the reluctant Marianna in tow. Much as he tried, he could not link with her. She had been in the initial phases of learning this process, but had not accomplished the task as of yet. Partially because they had been in pursuit of other, more pleasurable goals. Stephanos berated himself momentarily for this lapse, and just as quickly refocused his energies on gaining further clues.
His violet eyes spotted a small keepsake at the very edge of the glade. Striding purposefully, he thoughtfully picked it up.
Delacevic would be livid at its loss, Stephanos knew. It was a cerulean velvet choker with a pendant attached. Inside, Stephanos knew he would find tiny pictures of his old friend Luka and Luka’s sister Danijela. Stephanos pressed the charm to his lips in remembrance of Danijela. She was the reason Luka Delacevic despised him now. Sighing and weary with the roiling emotions these dark thoughts caused inside of him, Stephanos pocketed the necklace and returned to the glade to further assess the scene and his options. He minutely investigated every part, before turning his attention to the path once more.
*****
Marianna tried using her body as leverage to slow the hulking Ivan down. She castigated him with her tongue until he cuffed the side of her head again. Moving his hand to her chin, he forced her emerald gaze to meet his lascivious one, his intentions clearly marked there.
“Marianna, you will pay! I will have my way with your beautiful body and you will submit to me.” Ivan grinned evilly at her.
“I will kill myself before I allow you to touch me!” Marianna spat at him in contempt, no sign of her fears on her face.
“Alive, dead, it matters little to me. Your body will know my mark upon you. I will be the last man to know you and you will feel me, I promise you thus.” Ivan crushed her further to his chest.
“You are vile and blasphemous! May your soul rot in Hell!” Marianna attempted to move her knee in a position to strike at him and incapacitate him into slowing down, even briefly. Sensing her movements, he twisted his body slightly and brought his cruel lips down onto her vulnerable mouth. Pressing her lips, he thrust his large tongue inside down to the back of her throat, causing her to gag at its presence and his fetid breath. Twisting furiously, she caused them to stumble. The stranger intervened at that moment.
“Enough Ivan! I grow weary at your game. I will tend the girl. Your oafish attentions are not going to rob me of my vengeance against Stephanos. I have waited far longer than you to be triumphant. Release her to me at once!” He stated in his cultivated tones. Ivan complied without protest and Marianna wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and glared at Ivan in derision. She spat directly at his shoe with accuracy. Ivan raised his hand to her again, only to be stopped by the stranger’s hand. Instead, he backhanded Ivan in disgust at his lack of control. Turning to Marianna, he spoke to her for the first time.
“Girl, you mock him at your peril. Let’s be reasonable for the time being. You are afforded no escape at the moment. Allow me to introduce myself; I am Count Luka Ivanovich Delacevic and you my dear are in my captivity. Behave yourself and allow the grace I know you possess to rule your passions for the moment. Your first name is Marianna as I am aware. What is your surname child?” Luka spoke eloquently and accompanied his speech with a bow. Marianna eyed his askance, but was entranced by his speech patterns.
“My name is Marianna Ivanka Dragovic and I belong to Lord Stephanos. Release me Count, for I cannot promise what Stephanos will do to you if you don’t!” Marianna heaved, her body quivering with the force of her suppressed emotions.
Luka laughed lightly at her courage. He was going to enjoy breaking it. He would leave Stephanos with a broken doll in mind, body and spirit. He curled his lips in satisfaction at this thought, a shame though it would be with one such as lovely and feisty as she. It could not be helped and he would not divert from his path however. The thought of defeating Stephanos heated his blood and fed his soul. Stephanos Jagomirov would pay for the past and Marianna would be Luka’s instrument of destruction.
Tiring of the tediousness in her manner, he looped a collar around her neck with a yard of chain attached. Marianna blinked in surprise at his methods. She had never seen anything such as what this creature had enslaved her with. The collar was tight fitting, but not unduly so and when Luka turned to proceed, he yanked at her to get her moving. Now, Marianna allowed the fear to seep into her very marrow as she stumbled forward hesitantly and the full force of her circumstances was reinforced by this man’s dominance. Ivan brought up the rear, making haste to keep pace, not wanting to anger or displease his master further.
*****
Kolya recovered from his wounds, made his way to Dubrovnik to learn what he could of Ivan and Luka. As much as he and Master Stephanos knew, there was always something that could have been overlooked and he wanted to ensure that they had all the answers they could to combat this age old feud. Kolya’s first stop was Pyotr. The man was slow witted and had lived in the shadow of Ivan, but if anyone knew anything, it would be he. He found Pyotr tending his sheep.
“Pyotr! You will give me what I want! I want information about Ivan, give it to me now!” Kolya spoke forcefully knowing he had Pyotr’s full attention with his demeanor. Pyotr had always been intimidated by Kolya’s presence when he arrived in the village periodically.
“Zasto te to muci? Zao me je.” Pyotr glanced at him in confusion and fear. He was not trying to offend the man by asking why he was so bothered and offered his apologies. He stepped back with his shepherd’s crook, offering Kolya the warmth of his fire. His eyes covetous of Kolya’s form as he moved gracefully forward and squatted to warm his hands, the only sign that the rapidly cooling evening caused him distress.
“Pyotr, I need to know what you know, however inconsequential you may think it. Ivan has returned and wrought a terrible wrong to Master Stephanos. He was in the company of a most vicious fiend and they have taken Marianna as a captive. I need information on Ivan’s secret hideouts, his original plans towards Marianna, everything! If you value your life then you will tell me what I must know now!” Kolya surged to his feet, grabbing the man’s shirt roughly and forcing his body close to his. He watched the dilation of Pyotr’s eyes in both trepidation and unbidden desire. Satisfied with his unspoken responses, he awaited the reply to his queries.
Pyotr struggled for breath. The nearness of Kolya was so intoxicating and he welcomed the changes his body was undergoing, but he knew that he would not have a chance to explore them now. Sighing disappointedly he answered, “Kolya, I know very little of Ivan’s doings prior to our arrival at the manor. He was secretive and withdrawn. I do know that he had planned on seeking Marianna out the day following Dmitri’s burial. He was enraged when I told him what I had seen that night.”
Pyotr stopped to catch his breath. “He had taken to visiting the abandoned cottage on the edge of Goran’s property, you know, the one in the farthest outlying field from Dubrovnik. I think he planned to seduce Marianna there.”
Kolya looked at Pyotr in disbelief. “You think him to be a seducer? He was going to ravish the girl and leave her to his friends! Ivan was evil before Pyotr, you fool. You bowed to his will and followed him around like the puppy you are! How could you not see and sense this? Bah!”

“Ok Coral… Truth or Dare?” asked Brad.
“Hmmmm truth,” the lovely large-breasted black beauty answered.
“Oh man! Have some guts Coral,” said a disappointed Abe.
“Who has a bigger dick? The Miz or Abe?” Brad asked.
Coral became red in the face and started looking around the small motel room the group of MTV reality stars had checked themselves into for a hangout.
“Well? Spill the beans,” urged the eager Latino beauty Veronica.
“Alright, alright! Abe… No offence, but The Miz has you beat in the dick department,” Coral responded. “But he sucks at oral,” she added with a smile.
“You suck at oral too,” Mike “The Miz” injected, followed by a laugh from all the males.
“Why don’t we see who has the biggest cock out of all five of you,” requested Tonya, as she squeezed her large implanted breasts between her arms. Her nipples were rock-hard through the thin shirt she wore.
CT licked his chops and turned to look at Mike, Jacquese, Brad, and Abe.
“So if we show you our goods, then what is in it for us?” CT replied.
“Do we really need to say?” questioned Coral, pulling down the front of her black wife beater and let one of her enormous black breasts flop out for everyone’s eyes. The massive orb hung down her beater, toppled with a CD sized areola and Hershey Kiss sized nipple.
“JESUS CHRIST!” exclaimed Brad. “That’s one of the largest fucking natural tit I’ve ever seen. Besides Robin of course.”
Coral tucked her large boob back inside her beater and smiled at the guys.
“Plenty more where that came from guys,” teased Robin, as her own gigantic breasts were nearly spilling over the top of her spandex sports bra.
“Gentlemen. Stand up and remove shorts,” commanded CT like an Army Drill Sergeant.
All five of the buff guys stood up and dropped their respective shorts.
“OH MY GOD! Mike and Jacquese,” shouted Tina through her full luscious lips.
CT, Abe, and Brad had soft penises about the size of a pocket comb. Mike and Jacquese’s penises were long and as thick as sausages and they weren’t even at their full hard potential.
“We need to get these guys hard. Everyone pair up and do what you do best,” suggested Coral.
The girls scramble around to pair up with the guy that they wanted. Some even pushed and shoved to get a guy with a bigger dick. Finally, each guy had a beautiful lady, down on her knees and face level with his cock.
“Lets suck these dicks hard,” commanded Veronica, as she grabbed CT’s cock and led the way for a blowjob feast.
Tina looked up at Jacquese’s face and smiled at him. She then looked back face-leveled at his huge cock and gripped it with one hand.
“Damn man! I need two hands. And maybe two mouths,” Tina suggested and joked.
She took Jacquese’s cock in both hands and slowly inserted the massive mushroom cockhead between her large full lips. Jacquese has always admired Tina and knew that God gave Tina those huge lips for sucking his huge cock. Slowly, Tina engulfed half of Jacquese’s big dick between her lips and felt it growing at the back of her throat.
“Be careful Tina. We don’t want you to choke,” teased Robin, as she watched sexy Tina impale Jacquese’s big dick between her large lips. Her beautiful face was being lavished by Jacquese’s thick patch of pubic hairs. His hanging balls slowly rocking back and forth against her chin.
Robin continued to watch Tina swallow Jacquese whole while bobbing her head up and down Brad’s cock. Brad’s soft cock had now hardened between Robin’s own pair of large lips. Brad placed his hands behind Robin’s head and pushed her face deep into his hairy crotch. Robin’s mouth was full of Brad’s long, hard dick. His cockhead started swelling up in the back of Robin’s throat. She felt the cockhead invading her throat and rubbing up and down against the back of her mouth.
Mike had Coral resting up against the bed while he rammed his enormous cock between her huge lips. Slobber poured out of Coral’s mouth and soaked Mike’s big hairy balls and her chest. Mike held onto the sides of Coral’s face and looked down at her taking his cock fully down her throat.
“Hmmmm Coral. I love your fucking mouth,” moaned The Miz, as he stopped pushing in and out of her mouth and paused with his cock fully impale between her lips.
Coral savored the huge juicy cock in her mouth. Her tongue probed all over the cockhead and inside the peehole. She could taste The Miz’s pre-cum oozing out from the peehole and dripping down her throat.
Tonya was taking her sweet time with Abe’s cock. She held his cock in the palms of her hands and swirled her tongue all over it. Licking it up and down like a Popsicle on a hot summer day. She then started stroking Abe’s veiny shaft with one hand, while squeezing and pawing on his ball with the other. Her mouth engulfed his cockhead and she slowly sucked and slurped on it.
Abe curled his bare toes and closed his eyes as Tonya was giving him pleasure he had never felt before. Tonya’s large clothed breasts were squished against Abe’s right hairy thigh. Abe could feel Tonya’s hard nipples poking into his skin.
CT and Veronica were in 69 formation. Veronica had her thong down around her ankles, allowing CT to eat her spicy Latino pussy, while she sucked off his big organ. Veronica rubbed and slapped her cheeks with CT’s cock while sucking on his balls. She make loud popping sounds after she would release one testicle to suck the other. She bath both of CT’s balls in her saliva and resumed bathing his juicy cock.
CT’s hands were imprinted on Veronica’s bubbly ass as he kneaded and squeezed her ass cheeks. CT parted her ass cheeks and moved his tongue from her dripping-wet cunt, to her dry, brown asshole. His tongue licked around the tiny asshole before plunging in. He darted his tongue and shoved it in and out of Veronica’s asshole.
“Oh God! Ohhhhh CT! Oh yesss. Eat my asshole. Eat my asshole CT!!” Veronica moaned, as she jerked CT’s cock.
CT wiggled his tongue deep inside Veronica’s anus. He puckered his lips onto Veronica’s asshole and began sucking on it.
Veronica was losing all control of her body to CT’s anus sucking. Her pussy started gushing juices all over the lower half of CT’s face. CT sucked her asshole for another minute or two and worked his way back to Veronica’s drenching womb. Veronica grinded her pussy back and forth over CT’s face while he ate her out.
Brad got tired of Robin’s beautiful chest being hidden. As Robin furiously bobbed her head forward and back in Brad’s crotch, Brad reached down inside her spandex sports bra and pulled out her enormous 36DD jiggling titties. Brad squeezed and kneaded Robin’s breasts. His fingers sunk into her flesh as he squeezed and held onto her big tits for dear life.
Robin slowed down her pace, still sucking and slurping Brad’s cock.
“Let me tit fuck you Robin. I’ve been waiting to do that for so long,” Brad moaned.
Robin slowly eased her mouth off Brad’s slobbery dong and let the saliva spill down between her mammoth mammaries.
Brad released Robin’s breasts and sat down on the bed. Robin moved over to Brad, still on her knees. She lifted up her giant knockers and flopped them upon Brad’s hairy thighs. His big saliva-dripping dick throbbed between them. Brad grabbed the outsides of Robin’s breasts and wrapped them around his cock. Robin’s arms fell to her side as she let Brad take control. Brad thrusted his wet cock up and down between the two perfect DD’s. They felt like flesh pillows around his dick. Brad closed his eyes and through he was in heaven tit fucking Robin.
“Oh God Brad! Fuck my tits,” moaned Robin, as her face became flushed and sweaty.
Brad pushed his hips up more off the bed and really started thrusting his cock between Robin’s huge tits. Her tits jiggled and bounced around his thrusting cock. His soak and wet balls beat against the bottoms of Robin’s creamy tan breasts as well did his thighs.
“Oh Robin! Your tits are fucking hot,” moaned Brad, as he squeezed her flesh pillows hard around his dick and continued ramming up and down between them.
Brad’s entire cock had disappeared between Robin’s tits. The cockhead pushed up between her cleavage every once in a while as he fucked her breasts with wild abandon.
Robin grabbed her breasts and took over for Brad. Robin bounced her big sweaty tits up and down Brad’s equally sweaty cock. Robin paused for a moment, keeping her huge breasts wrapped around his throbbing meat. She let Brad’s cockhead escape between the flesh of her cleavage. Robin bent her mouth down and started sucking and slurping the head.
Brad’s body trembled from head to toe. He grabbed onto Robin’s big cherry nipples and pulled on them. He stretched them away from the saucer sized areolas. Robin looked up at Brad and moaned as he played with her nipples.
“Oh Brad!” moaned Robin, as she resumed giving Brad the tit fucking of a life time.
Tina was lying on her back on the opposite side of the motel. Her legs were bent up in the air and bare feet hanging down as Jacquese sucked on her juicy cunt. His hands were firmly planted under Tina’s huge ass as his thick pink tongue lapped at her large clitoris.
“Ahhhhh fuck! Mmmmmm!” cried Tina.
Jacquese used his teeth to pull and bite on Tina’s swollen cunt lips. Jacquese rolled his fat tongue against Tina’s hole, sending her into a moaning frenzy. He pressed the thick part of his tongue up against her opening and let the tip of his large tongue flicker in and out of it. He probed deeper inside Tina’s pussy with his tongue and lapped up oozing pre-cum and other liquids spilling from Tina’s snatch.
Not far away from them was The Miz, impaling his long-time best friend Coral, with his enormous white log, now drenching in Coral’s pussy juices. Coral was on top of Mike, with her legs spread apart and bare feet nearly hanging off the bed sides. Mike had his knees up, pushing himself up off the bed drilling Coral’s delicious cunt with his cock.
“Fuck me Mike. Fuck me harder! Fuck me damn it!” urged Coral, gripping the bed sheets and taking every hard thrust Mike gives her.
Her gigantic chocolate breasts flopped and swayed all over Mike’s sweaty chest. Mike gripped Coral’s big ass as it bounced and jiggled on his thighs. He parted her ass cheeks and stuck a finger deep inside her asshole, giving Coral more pain to suffer by.

Coral placed her hands on The Miz’s chest and started slamming herself down hard on his massive dick. Her huge breasts were squished between her arms with sweat dripping down and off her huge nipples. Mike sat up and buried his face between her ample melons. Kissing, sucking, licking, biting, and chewing away at them. That brought more pleasure and pain to Coral’s trembling body.
Abe pounded Tonya’s dripping wet pussy from behind. He gripped onto her large breasts and squeezed them as he plowed his juicy rod in and out of her snatch.
“Ahhhhhh Abe! Oh God! Fuck yes! Fuck me! Fuck, fuck, fuck me Abe!”
Abe wanted to cum just by warming the warmth of Tanya’s pussy. Her pussy juices were just flowing down his raw hard cock and balls, that slapped against her flushed ass cheeks.
CT had his sweaty body pressed against Veronica’s equally sweaty body as he pounded her wet cunt hard and faster. CT was on top of Veronica, just ramming his cock non-stop between her swollen cunt lips. CT crammed as much of his rigid cock in Veronica as possible.
“OH GOD!!!” cried Veronica, as an orgasm surged through her body and she started cumming like a hot geyser.
CT continued to pound her pussy while she was cumming. He buried his face between her sweaty C cups and licked the salty taste of her sweat.
Tina revelled in pain as she wrapped her ankles around Jacquese’s neck. Her bare toes brushed the back of Jacquese’s head. Jacquese started pushing his monstrous cock harder and faster into Tina’s tiny cunt.
“Damn girl. You’re tight as fuck,” said Jacquese, as she dropped his hands off Tina’s thick thighs and squeezed her nice jiggling B cup breasts. He pulled and pinched her nipples as his cock was performing like a jackhammer.
“AHHHHHH FUCK! You big dick fucker! OHHHHH YES! Ahhhhh!” Tina cried.
“Oh yeah. You like that huh? You dirty bitch? I’m fucking you sweet tight cunt. I’m going to split the motherfucker in two,” Jacquese spoke dirty to Tina, as he gave her long and powerful thrusts. Her pussy felt like a baseball bat was being crammed up inside.
Jacquese felt a tongue wiggling on his giant balls. He looked down with his foggy glasses and saw Robin. Robin cupped Jacquese’s ass and sucked his balls between her fat lips.
“Oh baby!! Oh yeah Robin. Mmmmm,” Jacquese moaned, as Robin suckled his balls, made him increase his fucking pace on Tina.
Brad straddled Robin from behind and rubbed his swollen cockhead against her clitoris. Robin moaned with her mouthful of Jacquese’s balls. Brad then parted Robin’s pussy and shoved his hard cock straight up inside and immediately started pounding her rapidly and bouncing his crotch off her beautiful bikini-tanned ass. Robin’s enormous tits flopped wildly against the back of Jacquese’s legs. Jacquese felt his cock wanting more so he just busted Tina’s pussy in pieces as he drilled her harder and faster.
Brad leaned forward and grabbed Robin’s hips and just started riding her pussy hard. Robin dropped Jacquese’s slobbery balls from her mouth and started moaning to Brad fucking her.
“Oh Robin! I’ve been waiting to fuck your sweet pussy,” Brad moaned, as he increased his speed.
Coral and The Miz had went over to Abe and Tanya. Abe lay on the bed, stroking his pussy-glistening cock. Coral straddled Abe’s cock with her back facing him. She separated her legs to Abe’s side so The Miz could get in between her legs. Abe’s cock wedged tight between Coral’s chubby ass cheeks. He massaged Coral’s ass cheeks as Mike shoved his cock inside Coral’s throbbing red pussy.
“Oh God that’s hot!” moaned Tanya, as Mike and Abe double penetrated the gigantic breasted Coral. Mike and Abe both had their hands all over her breasts and toyed with them while they double fucked her in both holes. Neither Abe nor Mike cared if their balls were touching as they fucked Coral.
Tanya grabbed one of Coral’s feet and began sucking on her long toes. Tanya had a hidden foot fetish and was showing Coral how much she loved feet.
Jacquese finally pulled his big dick from Tina’s soaked cunt after her many orgasms. Tina sat up and swallowed half of Jacquese’s pussy juice glistening cock in her mouth. Robin planted her mouth at the base of Jacquese’s cock and suckled what Tina couldn’t get. Robin’s hands also fondled and squeezed Jacquese’s big wet balls.
“Mmmmm! That’s it ladies. Mmmmm!” moaned Jacquese. He held both Robin and Tina’s heads at his crotch.
Brad had sat down on his elbows, with Robin still lodged onto his throbbing meat. Her back was facing him and Brad enjoyed seeing Robin’s sucking another man’s dick. He also enjoyed the side views of Robin’s huge tits swaying from side to side as he fucked her.
Tanya was now being doubled fucked by Mike and Abe. She was on top of Abe, with her top-heavy chest squished into his chest. Mike was fucking her asshole with his giant cock. Tanya had never done anal before. Even though she was in pain, it felt good.
Coral was on her knees next to the three of them. Rubbing her hands all over Tanya’s back and helped The Miz squeeze apart Tanya’s ass cheeks, to fit most of his meaty log inside. Miz and Abe rocked Tanya back and forth, feeling each other’s balls slapping together as Tanya’s fluids soaked their privates.
“Ok guys! Time to see who has the biggest cock,” Veronica shouted, as she lifted her cum-dripping pussy off CT’s still hard throbbing cock.
All the guys stood inline, with their hard cocks dripping in the ladies’ fluids. The exhausted and flushed females got on their knees in front of their original sex partner and gazed all the wet cocks.
“We have a winner,” exclaimed Veronica. ” And it’s… Jacquese!”
“Can we relieve the guys now?” asked Tanya.
“Of course we can,” Veronica replied.
The girls sucked and jerked their sex partners. All the guys felt their balls ready to burst. The girls stood back still on their knees as the guys jerked and stroked their cocks one final time.
Simultaneously, all the guys blew their hot milky load all the girls’ face, hair, neck, and chest. Each girl’s face looked like it has been plastered in glue. The hot spunk just oozed and spilled down their faces and necks.
“We must do this again sometime,” said Coral, as she smiled, only her pearly white teeth was seen through the cum mask, The Miz give her.

My name is Karl; I’ve satisfied my curiosity! At least I believe I have.
If you’ve read Curious WM 30 by 0ra11yfix8ed you know my story. My experience with M/M sex began easily enough but ended abruptly just one week after it started. I’m still dealing with that.
I still have the butt plug and two of the tissues; they’re about the only tangible evidence that my experience was real. The marks that Kate made as her finger nails dug into my hips have long since disappeared.
For a while I would visit their office trying to make sense of everything but a new tenant has moved in so I’ve given up on that.
I began to write down the experience just to try to remember the details; maybe it was an exercise in self analysis and maybe just trying to prove to myself it was all real. It doesn’t matter; of course, the brain cannot distinguish between reality and fantasy. Each experience whether fact or fiction is filed away in the same way! Athletes know this to be true, that’s why coaches encourage them to “see” a perfect throw or kick or whatever in their mind before they attempt it.
So, even though I can’t prove that Phil and Angela ever met me or used me it is real to me! Were they using me to fulfill a need of their own before they let loose of their temporal existence; it doesn’t matter. Was it a fantasy that fed off facts that I some how unconsciously embroidered into an elaborate sexcapade, it doesn’t matter. For me it was real and it will always be real.
Now, I must deal with the consequences. My life has changed for the better because of submitting my “story” to Lit. I feel better knowing that I’ve gotten this secret fantasy out in the open. Well, maybe not really completely out, I still don’t want my wife and family to know but enough so that I’ve made contact with a number of like minded men. Men who have shared their fantasies and real life experiences, I don’t feel so alone any more.
Most of the respondents were men like myself who are curious but don’t have the chance to act out their fantasy. Most of them have admitted that they will most likely never act out and for them this is the best course of action, or lack there of. The risk is too great. Disease is the most obvious and tangible consequence but the worst is the possible loss of wife and family. The fear of this loss is a great motivator for inaction. A few of the respondents were critical of these men, as much as calling them cock teasers. Willing to talk but no action. In a way I understand this position too. Trying to make a contact and being frustrated over and over would make me angry. My advice to them is to be patient; it will be harder to seduce a cock sucking wannabe than a reluctant girl!
One individual, I’ll call him TJ was a first class alpha male. He boasted of treating all his partners equally, male or female. His fantasy was to visit my home, strip naked at the front door, have me kneel there and suck his cock in the doorway and then take me to my bedroom where he would fuck my ass. My wife would then discover us and he would get to fuck her too! TJ is another reason many men will remain curious, he’s a little too scary. Not as bad as the gay bashers who might do bodily harm but bad enough to give one pause.
And then there was Evan. He wrote a very complimentary e-mail congratulating me on my “courage” in admitting that I had these desires. I wrote a brief thank-you and that started our correspondence. Evan knew that I lived in NE Ohio and so did he; how close would surprise us! We exchanged e-mails over the course of a few weeks and discovered many similarities in our lives. We are both small business owners, both married with kids, both enjoy sports like baseball and football and both golf. The most important similarity was our fear of loss. We desired a forbidden pleasure but not enough to jeopardize our lives in the community. The one difference was I wanted to “give” he only wanted to “receive”. We agreed that neither of us could “act out”.
After exchanging many e-mails Evan asked if we could meet in person. I agreed to meet him for lunch. I was nervous, like a school girl on a blind date. We agreed to wear CSU hats and sky blue polo shirts as a way of identifying each other.
I drove to the restaurant and arrived at precisely 11:30 AM. Not a minute sooner and not later. I paused as I opened my car door deciding if I really wanted to meet this man in person. “Now or never!” I reminded myself and stood up, ready to see if Evan would find the courage to meet me in person.
We met as we approached the front door, we both smiled in recognition. It was like meeting a long lost friend (I know, trite) but we were friends or acquaintances at least. Lunch was uneventful; I think we just wanted to act normal. We didn’t even talk about the sex. We did agree to meet again the next week for lunch. Our e-mails delved into our sexual fantasies but when we met in person we talked about anything but.
After many weeks we had devised an elaborate mutual fantasy. Evans wife would be out of town with their kids. He would be joining them on the weekend but had the house all to himself for just one night. He would call me and I’d come over to “do the deed”.
Evan made me feel comfortable. He said that it tool great courage just to tell him about my desires and that he hoped that one day I would get my wish. I expressed a similar hope for him. Our friendship grew over the summer and I found myself thinking about him and not some faceless body with a cock to suck. I still wasn’t ready to tell him I wanted HIM, but he was the one I saw standing over me as I knelt to give head. His was the cock I sucked as I masturbated. I wanted him
On the Wednesday before Labor Day we shared our usual lunch. As we left the restaurant he handed me a card with his address and said, “Sharon is taking the kids to her parents tomorrow, I’ll be alone in the evening. Would you like to come over?
I saw the longing and the fear of rejection in his eyes as I choked out an answer, “What time should I be there?”
“Is seven good for you?” He smiled.
“Seven it is!” I agreed.
Late Thursday afternoon I called my wife and told her that one of my drivers called off and I had to take a load to Youngstown.
“How late will you be?” She wanted to know.
“I’ll be home by midnight.” I assured her.
I showered and shaved before calling a cab. I decided to leave my car at work “just in case”. A few minutes later I was walking up to Evans front door. Before I could knock the door opened and Evan greeted me, “I’m so glad you decided to show up! I was afraid you would have second thoughts.”
“My only thoughts were of meeting you tonight! I admitted.
“Then you’ve made a decision?”
“Yes, Evan, my mind is made up!”
“Tell me what you want to do, Karl.”
“I want to suck your cock, Evan.”
“Tell me again, Karl.”
“I want to go down on my knees, Evan, and lick your balls and suck your cock.”
“Tell me why you want do suck me.”
“I want to be your cum slut, Evan, please take me inside and make me your cum slut.”
Evan stepped aside and ushered me into his living room. He took off his polo shirt and stood bare chested in the middle of the room. “I want you to start with my chest, Karl, I have very sensitive nipples. My wife ignores them but I want you to suck them and make them hard before you get to the “main event”.
I bent my head and started licking and sucking his nipples.
“Now hold my package in your hand and gently rub and squeeze.”
While I reached for his package with my right hand my left hand just naturally squeezed his ass. I was starting to feel the excitement in my groin when Evan said, “Now ask me.”
“What?” I mumbled.
“You know, like in your story, ask me!”
I dropped to my knees and holding his ass with both hands nuzzled his package with my face. “Please, Sir, may I undo your belt?”
“Why do you want to do that?”
“So I can suck your cock, Sir.”
“But you could just unzip my trousers and pull my cock out to suck it.”
“I want more, Sir! I want to lick your crotch and suck your balls before I suck your cock!”
“Then get to it! Get me out of my pants and do it! He demanded impatiently.
I undid his belt and helped him step out of his pants, I pulled his boxers down and his cock stared at me, begging me to kiss it. I held his balls and squeezed as I kissed the tip of his cock. I licked down his shaft and took a testicle in my mouth, sucking gently as he moaned his appreciation.
I felt his knees starting to buckle and pushed him towards the couch. He collapsed with his legs spread eagled before me. I went back to work licking and sucking his balls while gently working his shaft up and down. It didn’t take long and I could feel his cock begin to swell. I took him between my lips and started a slow bobbing motion, taking him deeper into my mouth on each successive stroke. The sensation of his velvety cockhead on the roof of my mouth was exquisite. I moaned my appreciation and as I did he erupted in my mouth. I sucked insistently needing every drop of his sweet semen as his penis slowly wilted in my mouth.
“That was incredible, Karl. You know just what to do. I’m sorry I can’t bring myself to do you!”
“It’s not what I want or need, Evan, you know that.”
“But what about you?”
“Don’t feel bad for me; I came in my pants while I sucked you!
“Really?”
“Yes, really! I can’t tell you how good it felt having a cock in my mouth again.”
“Then you’d do it again?”
“Damn straight!”
“Tonight?”
“If you think you’re up to it, I might jack-off while I suck you next time.”
“Care for a beer while we rest?”

Sitting at the computer in my office, the problem wasn’t solving itself. I needed a break. I ran my fingers through my hair, leaned back, stretched my arms, moaned audibly and then decided to take a walk. I pushed my chair back from my desk, stood up and headed for the door.
“Just taking a break Janine” I said to my secretary as I passed her. She looked up from her screen, her big blue eyes smiling.
“Ok Mr. B, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do” she then teased.
We were good friends, and we often chatted about our sex lives over lunch.
I was married. Janine was single, and enjoyed playing the singles scene. I’m very happily married, to Dee, a wonderful woman, and enjoyed listening to Janine’s wild stories of her nights out on the town.
In the elevator, I yawned and stretched again, the frustration of the morning had got to me. I waited for the doors to open on the ground floor, then walked out the main building door, turned left, and headed for the shopping district. I figured I’d grab a coffee, a bite to eat and maybe find something for Dee for her birthday that was approaching. Anything to get my mind off work for a while.
The sun was shining and I felt the warmth of it on my face as I walked past the florist towards the fruit shop. Stopping to grab an apple, I paid the lady behind the counter, bit into the lovely juicy flesh, and walked on.
Chewing on my apple and freeing up my mind, I mindlessly walked a few blocks. Finding a bin to put my apple core in, I noticed a particular store. It was a lovely dress shop, and in the window were a number of classy and elegantly sexy evening gowns. I decided I’d take a look, as I planned to take Dee out for dinner and a night of dancing for her birthday, and wondered if I might find something perfect in this shop.
Entering the store, I noticed a few ladies browsing, and what appeared to be two staff members. One was a young girl of about twenty five, wearing black pants and a nice pink blouse. Very classy, but not stunning. The other though, was absolutely amazing. She was not young, in fact, I would have said she was late forties. However, she had the classic features similar to Racquel Welch. Her hair was a wild mane of brunette, cascading down her back, and her eyes were a stunning dark brown, not hidden by the small glasses she wore. Her top was a classic cut white button up shirt, with the top two buttons undone, revealing a wonderful set of breasts, that I suspected may have had some help in staying in such wonderful shape. It didn’t bother me in the slightest. On her bottom half she wore a skin tight black leather skirt, which was cut below the knee, and featured a split at the rear that rose to just below her curvy buttocks. The woman was a stunner, and her beauty distracted me from the reason I was there.
“Can I help you sir”.
The words caught me by surprise.
“Umm, just looking thanks” I stuttered to the young girl as she approached me from behind.
“No problem, let me know if you need any help, ok” she said politely, smiling and then heading off to help some other customers.
I started to look at some of the garments on display, and found myself enjoying imagining what Dee would look like wearing each of them. My wife is tall, with decent curves, and the most god gorgeous butt I have ever seen. We shared a wonderful marriage, and I loved her as much now as I ever did. We’d had some fun naughty adventures, and while we weren’t swingers as such, we had shared a number of wild times with other sexual partners when the mood had taken us. We were both confident enough in our love not to be threatened by the experience of sexual pleasure outside our marriage. I wanted to totally blow Dee away with a gorgeous outfit, and this shop seemed to offer lots of promise in that area.
I was looking at a long black gown imagining it hugging Dee’s curves, and was actually trying to think what shoes would go with it, when I was caught off guard.
“She must be lovely”.
It was the older lady.
“My wife? She is. She’s having a birthday and I’m looking for something special for her to wear out to dinner and dancing.”
I was like a schoolboy staring at the new teacher. Transfixed. Did she notice?
“Mmmmmm……lucky girl. Let me see if I can help you then shall we?”
It wasn’t a question. She was telling me.
The woman took the black gown from the rack and held it up for me.
“Feel the material. It’s very sensual. Sheer too, which means your wife will have to feel comfortable having men and women see her nipples. She won’t be able to wear a bra with this because the material is so fine. Is that likely to be a problem?”
Boy, this woman was stunning. Not only did she have me totally transfixed by her beauty, but, she knew her stuff, and, was obviously totally comfortable talking with customers about the sexier side of choosing a dress! She had me totally hooked. The almost forgotten added bonus was that her inference about men and women seeing my wife’s nipples through the dress gave me the hint that she might too be interested in women. Oh lord!! The problem back at the office was now long gone, and my mind was working a million miles an hour wondering how to find out more about this beauty before me.
I knew the dress was the one for Dee, but I wanted this little excitement in my life to continue, at least for a while longer.
“I agree, the dress is gorgeous, and I have no doubt my wife will love it, and look hot in it, but can you show me a few more designs please? I like to consider my choices carefully before making any decisions.”
“Certainly sir. My name is Tanya. This is my store. I will be pleased to show you more from our range. Please take a seat.”
She was all business. I sat in the leather recliner which was obviously provided for the men who bought their women into the store. It was very comfortable.
“Thank you. I’m Steve, and my wife’s name is Dee.” I replied, smiling at her, noticing that her eyes were like magnets, attracting my interest further.
“So Steve, tell me more about Dee. Her height, waist, bust and hips measurements. Do you know them?”
I surprised her then. It was my turn to get some control.
“She’s five ten, 34C – 25 – 37, blonde, blue eyes, and wears size 8 shoes. Loves heels, hates flats, and adores things that show off her body. So do I in fact.”
I looked her in the eye and smiled. She returned the smile, and removed her glasses slowly.
“Well, seems you’re quite the expert. I gather this is not the first time you’ve bought Dee something special to wear, Steve?”
“Correct. I like to buy all her clothes. That way she looks the way I like her to at all times. It’s an important part of our relationship. She loves me to take care of her, and I enjoy it too.”
“Well, well, quite the Master aren’t you? Let’s see if we can’t tempt you with a few items then.”
And with that she disappeared behind the small curtain to the rear of the store, her seamed stockings showing in the split of her leather skirt as she clicked away in her classic heels.
I took a moment to look around the store, and liked what I saw. The place oozed class, and everywhere I looked, outfits were on display. Not just single items, but complete outfit combinations. Dress, shoes, bag, jewellery, etc. This woman did it well, and I liked her style. I also thought she was the hottest thing I’d seen in a long time.
“Right Steve, how’s this then?” she said from behind the curtain.
I expected her to emerge carrying another dress or two, but was pleasantly surprised. Tanya pulled the curtain to the side in one sweeping movement, capturing the moment to maximum effect. She was stunning. She was now wearing a red sating ball gown, which hugged her amazingly curvaceous bosoms wonderfully. It had a tight waist, with a flowing long skirt section which fanned out similar to a wedding dress in shape. It was beautiful, but way too formal for what I had in mind. I fidgeted restlessly in the chair, my penis popping it’s head up for the first time that morning. Trying to remain calm on the outside, despite the blood surging to my cock, I spoke.
“Tanya, I must say, that is a stunning gown, and you look absolutely delightful in it. But, it’s a little too formal for dinner. Do you have something a little less formal, and perhaps a little sexier?” I said, a hint of mischievous smile emanating from her lips as I said that last part.
“Let me see what I can do”.
She sashayed away from me, the shiny red satin material of the formal gown showing clearly that Tanya had removed, if she in fact had been wearing any, her panties. The little man in my underwear gave a further pulse as another surge of blood made its way to the head. I was now at the stage where standing up would have been totally embarrassing, and was glad to be entrenched in the leather recliner where nobody could see how totally horny I was becoming thanks to Tanya.
A few minutes later, her voice was again behind the curtain.
“Let’s see what you think of this one Steve. Slightly less formal, and definitely a little sexier than the first one.”
And with that she swept the curtain back and appeared before. I was speechless. She was wearing a pink full length tube dress made of that spandexy type material that hugs the body like a second skin and looks like wetsuit material. Her incredible boobs were pointing at me, her nipples obviously stiffened. I wasn’t sure if it was the slightly cool temperature in the shop, or the fact that she was showing off her flawless body to a stranger in front of several other customers who were, by now, also looking on in total awe and just a hint of jealously.
“Well, Steve. What do you think of this one?”
As she asked me, her hands went teasingly to her hips, and poised there as she slowly spun around, showing me the fact that her ass was totally butt naked under the pink spandex. It was an awesome sight, and she must have read my mind, because, without saying a word, she took my hand and slowly, no, Oooooh so slowly glided my fingers across the smooth curves of her ass inside the unbelievably sexy material. Her bum was firm, but not the muscly type firm of a young woman. It was the type of firm of a woman in her forties who still kept her body proudly in shape. I did not want to let go, and was almost relieved when she moved away, my erection now bursting at the zipper of my trousers.
I gathered my thoughts enough to know that I didn’t want to go back to the office any time soon.
“Hmmm. I like that one MUCH better Tanya. In fact, it is simply stunning. Please put that one aside for the moment and keep going if you wouldn’t mind”. Playing on words, I then teasingly added, “I’m not sure I’ve seen enough to make up my mind just yet”.

Again, this incredible vision of mature womanhood moved behind the curtain, this time emerging in a totally different type of outfit. It was a suit, classy and elegant, but definitely not my style.
“Tanya, I believe I would like to see the black dress now if you would be so kind.”
She kept me waiting, I suspect, knowing that this was the dress that I had almost decided to buy the moment I had seen it. I gathered she was making it look as good as possible in the hope that I might buy both the black one and the pink one. About ten minutes later, she emerged. My jaw dropped.
The black gown was even better on Tanya than I had imagined it on my gorgeous wife. I had chosen well. Tanya stood there in front of me, plain as day, with every inch of her body straining against the almost sheer material of the black dress. The front of the dress plunged deeply between her bosoms, revealing an incredibly hot cleavage that I was just dying to stuff my face into. The spaghetti straps over her shoulders joined in back in a criss cross pattern. At the waist a small silver jewelled belt held it in place, and highlighted the fact that Tanya was in excellent shape, her jutting breasts superbly topping a tiny waist. The bottom half of the dress was a flowing jagged pattern, with the se through material doing little to hide Tanya’s pantyless backside. In front, there was just enough of a gather to hide a woman’s pussy, but in the right light it was clear that Tanya was neatly trimmed downstairs.
Tanya has a weird effect on me from the moment I had seen her in the shop, and I was now feeling confident enough to have my turn at directing the action taking place in the shop. There were still several other customers and the other salesgirl looking at various outfits. I rose from the chair, and moved towards where Tanya was standing, he hands firmly planted on those ohhhh so curvy hips.
I moved behind her, taking my time, looking, my erect penis gently touching the black material that hid Tanya’s bottom from view only just. I moved my hips forward a touch. The head of my cock inched its way between her butt cheeks, pushing the material into the crease of her amazing bottom.
“I like it” I said.
“I can tell” she replied, and to emphasize the wickedness of our situation, she firmly pushed her hips back a few inches, jamming my trouser bound erection further between her cheeks.
“I need to see more. In the back, now.” I said, fingers crossed that my new found bravado would not scare this elegant creature.
Without a word she walked around me, pulling her ass from it’s stool that was my cock, and clicked her heels along the timber floor as she disappeared behind the curtain.
I followed.
Once behind the curtain, she stood facing me, her eyes fixated on mine, her chest jutting challengingly at me still encased in the lunging neckline of the dress. I stepped forward, looked at her longingly, then reached forward and suddenly separated the almost see through black material hiding her magnificent breasts.
I leant forward, and the opportunity to sample those incredible nipples took a hold of me. Her hand went to the back of my head and pinned my mouth against her left nipple, as I sucked, licked and kissed it firmly, before being guided across to the right hand boob for more of the same. I was totally absorbed by this woman, and she was beginning to return the favour. Her left hand slid down my trousers to where my cock was lewdly pressing against my zipper. Slowly, as I sucked her tits, she unzipped me and her soft but knowledgeable hand slid inside, finding my shaft. A moan escaped her lips, as her fist closed around my now very hard cock, squeezing it’s length delightfully. I bit down on her nipple, and she gave me the desired response. Her hand holding my head gripped my hair and her fist on my cock tightened considerably.
Suddenly she jerked my head back, my teeth almost ripping her right nipple as I released my grip. She stood back, and removed the dress in one go.
“I don’t want it ruined for your wife”.
Ever the professional saleslady I thought, as my attention focussed on her amazing body that was totally naked in front of me, the only accessory being the black heels she kept on. I digged this woman big time, and she knew it. For a brief moment I wondered how many other men had been ’serviced’ in this way as they purchased clothes for their wife, but was snapped back to erotic reality by the hand that was once again on my cock.
Tanya dropped to her knees, her gorgeous dark eyes looking back up at me as she began to suck on my cock. I almost fainted with the suddenness of the pleasure. She was VERY capable. My entire cock disappeared down her throat within the first few sucking movements. Inside thirty seconds I was deeply engulfed in this incredible woman’s mouth, her nose buried in the small tuft of pubic hair that Dee allowed me to keep above my shaft. Dee was also a great head giver, and my wife liked her plate kept clean.
Tanya’s action was amazingly good, and her hand fondling my balls was adding to the sexual feeling that was bursting forth.
Just as I thought she was about to make me cum and swallow my load, she stood, turned around, lifted a leg and reached back to finger her very moist pussy.
I took the hint, and dropped to my knees, my tongue quickly burying it’s way into her pussy, lapping at her lips, her clit and then combining the licking and flickering motion I have used so successfully on Dee for the years of our marriage.
I was so horny for this incredible looking woman, that I momentarily removed my tongue from her clit, and then pushed its length into her tight, pink asshole. The tightness of the sphincter muscle delighted me, and I sensed she may not have had too many adventures in the back door, despite her obvious enjoyment of adventures here in the back room!
I lapped and licked and tongue fucked Tanya’a ass until I wanted more.
Standing, I undid my belt and dropped my trousers. Tanya looked at me again and said “Now”.
I did as I was told, and reached forward with the head of my cock. I was not worried about romantic foreplay any longer. I wanted to fuck, and so did she.
I jammed my cock in, her moist cunt engulfing almost half my length on the first naughty, but amazingly erotic thrust. Here I was, taking a break from a really important project, out shopping for a birthday present for my wife, fucking an incredibly sexy bitch in the back room of her shop. It was intensely wicked, and I loved it. I Knew Dee would enjoy hearing about it, and the thought of my wife sucking my cock as I told her about this amazing sex with Tanya, made me jam it back in, this time to the hilt of her very wet cunt.
We fucked like animals, and I have no idea what the other customers or the sales girl thought about what was clearly happening in the back room. Tanya was now gripping my neck as I fucked her hard from behind, with long fast strokes. I held her by the hips, in an attempt to get more of my cock further inside her with each thrust. It was intense. I began grunting as I fucked this gorgeous woman, and she responded with those delightful whimpering sounds a woman makes when you know she has surrendered her body to the invasion of her cunt.
Out of nowhere, I felt something on my balls, as I pumped and pumped my cock into this creature of elegance and beauty. Not wanting to stop, I turned to see the sales girl, on her knees behind me, her fingers plunged deep into her own pussy, fucking herself, her tongue slapping and licking it’s way across my agates as I fucked.
“Man, this was getting better and better” I thought as I continued to fuck Tanya and enjoy the tongue lapping at my balls.
Dee and I had shared many threesomes, but due to her higher than mine sexual appetite, they had almost all been two men one woman adventures. This combination of sensual experience was new to me, and I thrived on the combined feelings in my shaft and my testicles as I fucked the amazing woman in front of me. I reached for her boobs, and felt the incredible firmness only silicon can give. It mattered not, for I was firmly in fuck mode, and the nasty little sales girl was now working her way up and down my shaft as it pumped in and out of her bosses sopping pussy.
It was too much.
I thrust in with three last pumps before the explosion hit Tanya like a volcanic eruption deep inside her pussy. I came, and came, and came, until the huge load of cum started getting that squishy gooey texture as it started to seep from her pussy, and coat my cock shaft. I pulled from her pussy, the still erect shaft of my cock grabbed firmly by the mouth of the sales girl, who, surprisingly, sucked and sucked until the shaft of my cock was totally clean, her mouth full of my cum and Tanya’s pussy juices. The feeling of the slimy tongue all over my very sensitive cock was amazing, and I closed my eyes, never wanting the snaking movement on my cock to stop.
Tanya dropped to her knees, and took the sales girls’ face gently in her hands. I watched in awe as these two creatures, separated by at least twenty years, kissed. Their tongues entwined and I groaned as I watched the elder woman’s tongue snake inside the mouth of the younger girl, my cum being shared between them, until they both closed their mouths and swallowed deeply, my cum implanted in both woman’s stomach.

“The pearls are lovely, Ellen,” Gilbert said.
“Thanks,” Ellen replied. “I’d feel naked without them.”
That brought a laugh from both couples. Fact was, she would be naked without them. The two strands were the only thing she wore.
There had been debate about whether she should keep them on when they made her strip. Gilbert liked them and won the day.
“I’m glad you can keep a sense of humor,” he said as he strapped her left wrist to the arm of the heavy wooden chair.
Rene stood sipping champaign and watching the procedure. She was a willowly redhead with startling green eyes. The other couple ( who were they — Chad and Annie?) sat on a couch watching. They were younger — early twenties.
Chad was okay — he didn’t say much. He was a lanky guy with long black hair, a scraggly goatee, and a hard-on that was already obvious. His girlfriend was a different story, though. Ellen knew she would be trouble. She was a cutesy little blonde who wore a tee-shirt short enough to expose an absolutely perfect little tight belly.
“She has a big bush,” Annie had said when Ellen had peeled down her panties. The girl was already giddy with wine. The comment had made Ellen a little self-conscious and she sat in the chair with her legs crossed to give herself a little modesty. Of course, that was almost impossible with all the damn mirrors around. She couldn’t look anywhere without seeing herself. She wasn’t a prude, but she looked so — naked. She was very white — needed to get to the tanning salon.
“There,” Gilbert said when he finished strapping her wrists.
“Excuse me while I get my kit,” Rene said and left the room.
Chad and Annie cuddled on the couch whispering and giggling — obviously at Ellen’s expense. Gilbert stepped back and looked at her.
“34-C the magic number?” he asked
“Exactly.”
“Not bad. Not bad at all,” he said.
No, not bad. Ellen was holding up pretty good for a twenty-nine year old soccer mom. Mark that up to good genes, a withering diet, and regular sessions at the club. Even though the mirrors were a little intimidating, she could never resist them. Make-up and hair was still good — she loved her new short tossled style. The blonde was lightened just slightly for summer. No sign of sag at the chin — she had good bones — and the breasts had relaxed just enough to give them a great pear shape. No, not bad at all.
It occurred to her that this was the first time Gilbert had seen her completely naked. Somehow that seemed odd.
She had gotten to know the couple through Rene, who worked in the same building as Ellen. Somehow they had become acquainted in the cafeteria and over the course of several months Rene had made some remarks that led Ellen to believe she and her husband were into some kinky things.
Something about that intrigued Ellen and one day when they were having lunch by themselves, Ellen had asked her straight out.
“You two into the whips and chains thing?”
Rene laughed.
“That’s the way everybody puts it. I guess the easy answer is, yes. Does that bother you?”
“No.”
“Ever tried it?”
“No, I don’t think Rick would go for it.”
“Ever asked him?”
Ellen thought for a moment.
“No. I don’t think I’d want to do anything like that with him, anyway. He’s the kids’ father and all.”
“I understand. But you’ve thought about it.”
“Things get kind of routine, you know. Not that I’m unhappy — I’m not. It’s just sometimes I wish –”
“I know what you mean. It was that way in my first marriage,” Rene said.
That’s all that was said.
Ellen and Rene began going on antiquing forays on Saturday afternoons and a couple of times Ellen went to the couple’s house where Gilbert grilled burgers for them. He was an investment banker and they had a great place in the burbs.
Their sex lives didn’t come up again until one day when the two women were alone for lunch again.
“Gilbert thinks you have a great ass,” Rene had said.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Says he could come up with some interesting things to do with it?”
“You didn’t slap his face?”
“Heavens, no! I’d love to watch him do it!” Rene laughed.
After that, Ellen was definetly intrigued and on her next visit to their house she didn’t hesitate when Rene offered to show her their “special” room. Gilbert had made everything in it and was proud — the benches, the cross, the leather quirts and whips, the straps.
“We’ve shown you ours,” Gilbert had said, “time for you to show us yours.”
Of course, she had blushed and demurred at first, but it didn’t take long for them to talk her out of her jeans.
She had squealed in surprise when Rene jerked her panties down, but before long she had been bent over a little padded sawhorse.
Gilbert had used a little quirt on her that time and by the time her bottom was pink and stinging she was dripping wet. She didn’t object when he plunged her cock into her. Rene had just watched and smiled as Helen had the most intense orgasm of her life.
In the two months that followed, Gilbert worked his way up to a flogger and then a single-tail whip. On her last visit, he had made her lie back on a heavy table and hold her legs up. Then he had worked her over with a rattan cane. The welts lasted so long she had insisted that Rick make love to her in total darkness. He had been confused until he saw how wantlonly responsive she was. After that he didn’t question her peculiar behavior.

Rene came back in carrying a canvas bag like some women carried knitting in.
“Okay, Gilbert. Do the honors,” she said.
Gilbert tapped Ellen on the knee.
“Got to open these up,” he said.
Well, she knew that was coming. She had seen the straps on the legs of the chair. She just wished that damned mirror wasn’t in front of her. She uncrossed her knees and Gilbert stooped and grasped her left ankle. He ran his hand up the length of her calf.
“Run?” he asked as he kneaded the muscle.
“Some. Mainly I use the machines.
Gilbert pulled her leg over to the strap. The chair was very wide and Ellen knew that when both ankles were strapped she’d be stretched wide open.
Rene had told her Gilbert was building something special just for her and it was obvious he had given the chair a lot of thought and planning. It was wide, but not deep, so she was sitting on more of a ledge than a seat. The seat also inclined downward toward the back so that the object of attention was easily accessible.
“Sip, dear?” Rene asked.
“How about an intravenous drip?” Ellen said.
Rene laughed and held her glass to Ellen’s lips. She sucked deeply.
“Whoa, girl! Careful! Don’t want you getting too tipsy. Dulls the senses.
“Exactly the idea,” Ellen said.
Gilbert pulled her right leg over to the strap. Ellen winced. She was really being stretched open.
“Wow, look at that!” Annie said. Her blue eyes got big as saucers. She got up from the couch and came over for a closer view.
Ellen didn’t like the girl at all, but she looked in the mirror and had to agree. There was nothing left to the imagination. She was fully on display.
“You have a big pussy,” Annie said.
“Yeah, well, wait until you’ve had a couple of kids.”
Annie plopped on the floor, somewhat unsteadily.
“Chad, come look at her pussy.”
The young man rose languidly and sauntered over. He definetly had a bulge in his jeans. Annie pointed.
“See her gash?”
Rene set her bag on the floor and took out a small pair of scissors.
“What’s that for?” Ellen asked.
“Got to get rid of the bush.”
“Is that really necessary?” Ellen asked.
“No, but I’m going to do it anyway.”
Ellen was in no position to argue, but she wondered how she was going to explain becoming a smoothie to Rick. Well, she’d have to come up with something.
“Oh, let me do it!” Annie implored.
“No, honey. You’re in no shape. I don’t want blood all over the carpet. You can get the strays, though.”
Ellen kept herself trimmed, but there were a few wild hairs down near the business end of things. Annie reached over, grasped one between her finger and thumb and tugged. It let loose with a sharp little sting.
“Ouch! Does she have to do that?” Ellen asked.
“No,” Rene said, “but I rather like it. If we had all weekend I’d let her do the whole thing.”
Thus encouraged, Annie found another sprig and plucked it.
“Hurt?” she asked.
“Just a mosquito bite,” Ellen said. “Kinda like the ones you have on your chest.”
Everybody laughed — except Annie. Ellen had obviously found a sore spot with the girl’s small breasts. Annie jerked out several hairs with one tug and Ellen grimaced. Rene knelt between Ellen’s legs and brushed Annie’s hand away. She curled a twist of hair around her fingers, clipped it close to the skin, then dropped the sprigs into a little ceramic jar.
“Annie’s right, you do have a big one,” Rene said.
“You must get fucked a lot,” Annie said.
Ellen had genuinely objected when Rene told her another couple would be involved in their next session. But Rene explained that the man had brought some expertise to the project that Gilbert lacked. Of course Ellen finally conceded. The “project” had piqued her curiosity.
“You do have a hell of a gash. But I think we can make it work,” Rene said.
She clipped away another sprig.
“Make what work?”
“Well, Gilbert’s always had this thing about the electric chair –”
Ellen’s thighs flexed at the words, trying to close almost involuntarily. Annie giggled.
“Hey, wait a minute!”
“You know, someone’s sitting there healthy as can be and the next instant they’re blasted,” Rene continued.
“Uh, Rene, I don’t think this is a good –”
Rene waved her off.
“Oh, don’t worry. You’ll walk away from here — a little bow-legged, maybe — but you’ll walk away.
Ellen thought about it for a moment. Playing with electricity was dangerous. Rene seemed to read her mind.
“Chad here is an electrician. He knows his stuff.”
“Yeah, don’t worry.” Chad said. He had a deep, raspy voice.
He stooped down by her left leg.
“There’s a metal plate on the chair leg, up against your calf. The juice will be routed out here so it doesn’t hit anything vital.”
That was hardly reassuring.
“Just how many watts or volts or whatever do you intend to use?” Ellen asked.
“Oh, I have a variable potentiometer on it. We’ll start low and work up to see how much you can take.”
“Bzzzzzt!” Annie said.
The idea was a little scary, but intriguing, too. Ellen thought about the prison movies she seen where people got fried. They always shaved their heads. Well, that explained what was going on between her legs.
“I suppose I know where the electricity is going in,” she said.
Rene smiled as she clipped away the last sprig.
“You got it, hon.”
“It’s going in your pussy,” Annie said, and grinned.
“Thanks for the bulletin.”
Rene put away the scissors and took a little spray bottle from the bag. She sprayed warm water onto Ellen’s crotch, then took a straight razor from the bag.
“Can I do that?” Annie asked.
“No way!” Rene and Ellen said simultaneously.
“You’ll get to do something in a minute,” Rene said.
The girl pouted then laid her hand casually on Ellen’s thigh. She brushed her short nails over the skin, causing a light itch.
There was no way Ellen could scratch. The girl was a real imp.
Rene slowly and easily scraped the razor down Ellen’s crotch. Ellen was actually glad, because the little sprouts left from the clipping were ugly. As Rene denuded her, Ellen’s vagina came fully into view in the mirror. They were right. The gash was big and all the attention Rene was giving it was making it wet and gaping.
Annie reached over, grasped Ellen’s clit between her thumb and forefinger, and gave it a pinch. Ellen gave a little gasp.
“Does it get her here, too?” the girl asked.
“Yeah, it will probably touch that,” Chad said.
Rene brushed Annie’s hand aside. She had taken a tube of KY from her bag and squirted a big dollop onto her fingers.
“You’re sopping,” Rene said, “but the more lube the better.”
She began massaging the oil in and Ellen sighed deeply. It was the first time Rene — or any woman — had touched her there. Ellen thought she ought to make at least a token objection, but it felt so good!
“Oooh! Can I do it?” Annie asked.
“Here, Annie, I’ve got something to keep your hands busy,” Gilbert said.
He stood in front of the chair holding a long black object. It took a moment for Ellen to realize what it was.
“Oh, shit! You can’t be serious!”
“Oh, yes,” he said. He had the same evil little smile he always had when he whipped her.
The dildo was huge! About ten inches long and as thick as his wrist, Ellen guessed. It curved slightly and there were metal-mesh bands along its length.
“Grease this up for her, Annie,” he said.
The girl’s eyes glowed and she took the object reverently.
“Jeez,” she said. “Look how big it is!”
The thing looked massive in Annie’s tiny hands.
“This is going to split you open,” she said and grinned.
Ellen judged she was right.
“How about some more champaign and another case of KY,” she said to Rene.
Rene laughed.
“Gilbert, the lady wants champaign.”
He filled a glass and Rene held it to her lips. Ellen drank all but the dribbles that trickled down her chin and onto her breasts.
“Can I put it in her, please!” Annie begged like a spoiled child.
“We’ll see. First things first,” Rene said and squeezed a generous helping of lube into the girl’s palm.
She began rubbing the oil onto the big dildo slowly until it glistened. That sight along with the jolt from the wine and Rene’s ministering between her legs almost made Ellen come. Rene must have sensed it and took her hand away.
“I think she’s ready,” she said.
Ellen looked down. She had never seen herself like that before. Her pussy was red and shining with oil and totally agape. Everybody else was looking, too, and she felt a hot blush rise on her cheeks.
“Can I, please?” Annie said in a soft, pleading voice.
Ellen shot Rene a hard look.
“Only if you’re very careful. We don’t want anything torn.”
“Rene!” Ellen said in a menacing voice — but the woman just smiled at her and stood up.
Annie knelt between her open legs. She reached out and touched the wet lips gently, pushing them farther open.
“Oh, God!” Ellen exclaimed.
The girl touched the dildo to her pussy, massaging it along the length of the gash and then nudging it forward carefully. Ellen flinched.
“Don’t fight it, Ellen,” Rene said. ” Make it easier on yourself and help her.”
She was right, of course. Why resist the inevitable. Ellen relaxed her thighs and undulated her hips gently to accommodate the invader. The giant head began working itself into her.
“That’s it,” Rene said.
“I’m going to stick it all the way in you,” Annie said in a childlike sing-song.
Ellen was fully stretched by the time the head was in.
“Take it out for a second,” Rene said. Annie looked disappointed but obeyed. Rene squeezed a handfull of KY onto her palm, reached down and spread it over Ellen’s pussy. Then she worked it into the slit until her fingers were fully into the woman. She prodded the canal, opening the passageway until Ellen thought she would come. She withdrew her fingers.
“Try again,” she said.
Annie reseated the head of the shaft easily into Ellen’s pussy then began pressing it forward. Everybody watched the operation in silence and Ellen saw that the bulge in Chad’s jeans was growing. The lump in Gilbert’s slacks was also noticeable. At the point where the dildo was halfway in her, Rene brought a towel and daubed the sweat beads from Ellen’s face, then gave her another swallow of wine.
Ellen and Annie achieved a rhythm, the woman undulating her hips to allow the intruder to enter her, the girl pressing it in with a gently rocking motion. Inch by inch the shaft impaled her until she felt it urging into territory never before touched. Ellen closed her eyes and let herself go with the rhythm.
“That’s good,” Rene said finally. Ellen opened her eyes and looked down. The dildo was completely in her — only the thick back end of the shaft protruded with a little metal eyelet attached to it. She had taken the whole thing.
“I take over now,” Chad said.
Ellen saw that while she was concentrating on taking the shaft he had placed a pair of objects between her legs. One was a bulky looking gray case. The other was a little console that looked like it belonged with a video game. The two were attached by a cable.
“This is the battery,” Chad said and patted the gray case. “This is the controller.” He held the console up for her to see. It had a black button and a gray dial. Chad had obviously built it himself.
“The dial controls of amount of electricity that goes into you,” he said. “The button is the trigger. You press it and it gives you a one-second jolt. Hold it down and it delivers juice until you let off of it. Annie, get me the bottle.”
The girl raised herself nimbly from the floor, went to a big satchel beside the couch, and retreived a spray bottle much like the one Rene had used for the shaving.
“Thought we already did that,” Ellen said.
“This is salt water,” Chad said as he took the bottle from his girlfriend. “Helps conductivity.”
“Of course,” Ellen said.
He sprayed her left leg where the metal plate was pressed against her calf. Then he spayed the solution generously on her exposed pussy. It stung a little where she was freshly shaved. He took a cable that dangled from the console and clipped onto the eyelet protruding from the shaft buried in her.
“Okay, I think we’re ready,” he said.
“Won’t it come out when she squirms?” Annie said.
Rene reached down and gave the shaft a jiggle, which caused Ellen to flinch.
“I don’t think there’s any danger of that,” she said.
Chad leaned back on his haunches, the console in his lap. GIlbert, Rene, and Annie stood in a semi-circle in from of her, their eyes glued onto her thickly impaled pussy. As Chad tweaked on the dial, Ellen could see herself in one of the mirrors. She looked so naked and vulnerable.
God, what am I doing! Look at me, I –
The jolt hit her like a bullet.
Ahhh!
Her mouth and eyes flew open. Her wrists and ankles strained at their bonds, her thighs tensed as they tried reflexively to close. It was like something violent inside her fluttered its evil wings. It wasn’t a pain so much as it was, well, a shock! It was there for just an instant and it was gone, leaving a peculiar, lingering sensation deep in her pussy and down her thigh to her calf.
Annie squealed.
“Oooh! She felt that!”
“Wow, did you see her jump?” Rene said.
“Oh, Rene, I don’t think this is –”
Chad touched the button again.
Aiiyeee!
Ellen’s pelvis jerked upward with the jolt. Chad had turned up the juice. There was an instant of vibrating pain and she squirmed against it, trying to rid herself of the intruder.
Shit!
Annie clapped her hands and laughed.
“She felt that one. I think it hurt! Did you see her tits jiggle when you did it?”
Ellen sat with her breasts heaving, recoiling from the shock that had gone through her.
“What does it feel like, Ellen?” Rene asked.
“I — I can’t describe it. It–”
“I’d be glad to show you,” Chad said and grinned up at Rene.
“Some other time, maybe. Thanks.”
“What was that set on, Chad,” Gilbert asked.
“Just ‘two’. I can go all the way to ‘ten’.”
No!
“Let’s keep it at two and try it a little longer.
Gilbert, no!
Chad handed Gilbert the little console.
“Here. You do it.”
Shit!
Ellen took a deep breath and braced herself. It hit her hard.
Oh! God! Shit! Stop!
The juice flowed through her for several seconds and she shook her hips too try to get away from it. That brought smiles to all who were watching. They were enjoying themselves immensly. Something was happening to Ellen, too. She dreaded the shocks, but they were stirring something inside and when the jolt subsided she kept undulating her pelvis, feeling the shaft tight and deep in her.

“How you please me, my pet,” he said, his voice altogether soft and loving in comparison to the harsh tone he’d just used to extract my response. “Now stand up and show me what a proud little kitty-kat you are,” he said.
He began to stand and I was forced to find my feet. My butt-cheeks were in utter agony. I could hardly feel the rest of my body, the pain from hanging, prone, was so excruciating. But I stood, as my master wished, and straightened my back, balancing without his help. My stilettos, such a stylish choice of footwear so much earlier on, were now a challenge. I wobbled on my heels as I attempted to regain some composure. The lower part of my leotard hung limply now, its elastic severed, its length no longer stretched taut over my body. My freshly shaven pussy was completely on display, as was my swollen ass, which I was convinced hosted red welts, raised and ready to split open.
“Good girl,” he said, his hand stroking my hair, brushing it back over my shoulders and returning to stroke my face. I immediately felt elated, his simple acknowledgement told me that I had pleased him. Suddenly, his arms were around me and his lips were on mine. He pulled me against his body and drove his tongue deep into my mouth, and I surrendered to his passionate kiss, glad of his approval, even though I was still in pain. I almost lost myself in his kiss, but then he took his mouth away, stepped back and snapped the leash onto my choker again.
“Follow me,” he said, and once again we were on the move. I stepped carefully behind him, my senses now re-registering the sounds of the club; the music, the people, who still remained close and yet oddly distant; all the noises began to fade back in as we walked on by the disembodied voices. I felt my master turn and step downwards, and I carefully trod where I hoped he had stepped, immediately feeling the cold rush of the night air against my skin again. I took another ten steps behind my master, then stopped when he stopped. I heard the car door open again and felt his hand on my head, indicating that I should get in.
Inside the car was warm, and finally I began to feel a sense of safety return to me. I sat on the car seat, blindfold still on, albeit soaked from my tears, my hands still locked together in front of me, my nether regions painfully connecting with the leather of the seat. I felt my master step into the limousine and seat himself beside me. The car door shut, and I heard the engine start up and jerked slightly as the car lurched into motion. My master tugged sideways on the leash, drawing me to him.
“Your performance was outstanding little kitty-kat,” he said, planting another passionate kiss on my mouth. He released his grip on the leash and I heard him unbuckle his belt then unzip his trousers. He pushed me from my seat next to him and forced me to kneel on the floor of the car in front of him. I knew what was coming next and tried to lean back on my haunches, only to find my ass was too painful to take the pressure. The pull on the leash at my neck increased as he drew my head forwards.
“Open your mouth,” he said, and I did as he asked. I expected to take his cock down my throat and was surprised by what he said next. “Poke out your tongue,” he said and again, I did as he asked. I felt the hot throbbing head of his cock rest on the tip of my tongue momentarily, then felt a gentle slapping motion as he began to work himself, slowly at first, then faster and faster into a frenzied hand job. My face increasingly felt wet and I realised he had flicked pre-cum all over my tongue, lips and cheeks. I wanted to close my mouth and swallow, yet I maintained my position, mouth open, tongue extended in anticipation of receiving his hot spunk.
My master’s breathing grew heavier and more rapid as he began to moan in pleasure. Suddenly he jerked on my leash, pulling my head forward, thrusting his cock into my mouth, ejaculating his seed directly down my throat. I felt his cock continue to throb against my tongue as his hand slid to the back of my head and urged me further forward. I obeyed his silent command, closing my lips around his burning shaft and sliding them all the way to the base. At last it seemed he was fully sated. His hand turned to stroking my hair and the pressure on my leash was released. I heard him slump back against the seat and exhale with satisfaction.
“You are a special one, kitty-kat,” he said, approval radiating in his voice. Still blindfolded, I felt him reach forward, collect me off the floor and then gather me into his arms on his lap. He cradled my head against his chest under his chin, and rocked me as if I was a child. I relaxed into his hold, and felt a surge of complete and utter love and devotion for him. I had never known such pain and such pleasure as my master had shown me. I was awestruck by every response I made to his demands. As he demanded more of me, I discovered how willing I was to go beyond the artificial boundaries I had previously set for myself. I loved that somehow he had taken me in hand and was showing me a part of myself I never knew had existed.
Seated on his lap, I became aware of his cock beneath me, previously spent, now growing hard again. He deftly turned me in his arms so that I was facing away from him. He drew my legs apart with his strong hands and began to lazily stroke the insides of my thighs. I leaned back against his chest and turned my face towards him, breathing his scent in. His lips immediately met my own and his tongue slid out, licking, dabbing, sucking my mouth in much the same way as he had previously administered pleasure to my cunt and clit.
My hands were still bound in front of me and I realised once again I was completely at his mercy. His hands slid further up my thighs and I gasped against his mouth as his inserted both of his index fingers inside my slit and deep within me. He rested both of his thumbs against my blood engorged clit, and gently rubbed as he plunged his fingers into me over and over. I broke from his kiss, allowing a deep moan of pleasure to escape from my lips. His cock was hard against my ass crack now, and I fully expected he would simply slide it up my butt. Instead, his hands moved from my cunt to my hips. He raised me slightly off his lap then thrust the full length of his penis deep within my dripping snatch.
“Oh you are a very wet little kitty-kat,” he said close to my ear, his breath hot and moist. “Whose slave are you, Kitty-Kat?” he said, withdrawing his cock to the very tip.
“I am your slave, Master,” I breathed and he plunged deep within me again.
“What do you want your Master to do to you, Kitty-Kat,” he said, his voice completely controlled as if he weren’t in the throes of a passionate act.
“I want you to fuck me, Master,” I said with complete conviction. He withdrew his penis again and held me so that its head rested ever so slightly against my pussy lips.
“Beg,” he said and I let out a desperate cry.
“Oh, Master, I beg you, please… fuck me!” And with that he drove into me again, with a force that I thought would split my heart and soul in two. My butt-cheeks screamed in pain more than ever now as he impaled my body on his hot hard cock, over and over again. His hands gripped my hips tightly as I struggled to maintain my balance. I cried out in ecstasy as each thrust virtually knocked the breath out of me. I realised my breath was coming short and sharp now as an electric orgasm began to build in my loins and emanate outwards down my legs, up my spine and into my head.
“That’s it my pet,” he said, his breathing jagged now too. “Come for me, Kitty-Kat. You have earned the pleasure.” He continue to thrust against me, deeper with each plunge, his pace quickening to a mad frenzy. I felt my orgasm building as climax came closer and closer. The pain in my ass was excruciating now and I was almost driven insane by my inability to differentiate between the pleasure and the pain I was feeling. My master drove against me, again and again and at last I released myself to my climax, shuddering uncontrollably with the effort, then slumping back against him as his injected his hot cum deep within my cunt. We were entirely covered in sweat; my breasts heaved up and down between my still bound hands as I struggled for air. I could feel a wave of pain and pleasure washing over me in wave after wave, and then all suddenly went black.
When I woke I found myself in my own bed. Daylight was streaming through the windows. I moved my legs and was surprised to find my stockings and stilettos had been removed. My hands were no longer tied, the wristbands were gone, as was the all but-shredded black stain leotard my master had provided me with the night before. The kitty-kat headband, however, was still positioned amongst my hair. I clawed it out from amongst my dark, wavy locks and placed it on my bedside table. I threw back the sheet and swung my legs to the side of the bed. My shift in position immediately placed pressure on my badly injured posterior and I sprang onto my feet to escape the pain.